Samuel Phillips
Part-Veela | Artist | Scrivenshafts Owner
- Messages
- 3,812
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2" Flexible Cypress Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 42
Racks dotted with expensive clothing cluttered the usually neat living room, with Samuel shifting various items around in search of the perfect outfit for the upcoming economy debate. Being the moderator of the debate, his appearance needed to be elevated, a showing of his success and competency as a business man. Ideally he would look neat and well put together, a positive representation of himself as well as his store that would allow the candidates to take him seriously as the debate unfolded. Hours of outfit planning verged into days, later verging into weeks and Samuel found himself increasingly frustrated with the task, not solely due to his insatiable perfectionism. While displaying success and competence there was a level of expectation for him to act humbled, or rather appear humbled in the face of the candidates and spectators alike. An appearance that Samuel was unfamiliar with in the briefest of terms. Humble being the least accurate word in the English language to describe his style caused him to enter a rut time and time again, torn between his instinct to maintain his regular style or construct a muted, sensible version of himself for the sake of the debate. Whether it was a tailored Armani suit worth thousands of dollars, or a more casual outfit, also costing thousands of dollars, Samuel found none of the pieces currently in his wardrobe sufficed in showing humbleness. Oozing wealth never equated to being humble, and in many ways would allow Sam to appear arrogant, his fashion choices too excessive for him to seem responsible with his money and by extension, not knowledgeable about the economy. Being someone who was responsible and versed in the way the economy worked, appearing differently in a debate broadcasted around New Zealand that focused on the economy was the last thing he wanted.
Frowning in his evident frustration, Samuel returned his Balmain jacket to its hanger, stopping dead in his tracks when he spied a familiar furry silhouette next to another rack. Stepping over, Samuel flicked his hands towards the dog in a 'shoo' motion. "Jon!" He called out, knowing his half-brother was somewhere nearby amongst the clothing taking up any empty space of the room. "I don't want drool on my Armani! Get your dog away!" Bongo was eager to help, Samuel was sure, and he would never dream to fault the dog for being curious about the changes to the living room, but the possibility of one of his favourite suits becoming ruined with slobber was not one he needed when his stress levels were high. The debate drew closer by the day; a clothing disaster would tip him over the edge and was not what Samuel envisioned when he initially asked Jon to assist him in choosing an outfit.
<i></i>Frowning in his evident frustration, Samuel returned his Balmain jacket to its hanger, stopping dead in his tracks when he spied a familiar furry silhouette next to another rack. Stepping over, Samuel flicked his hands towards the dog in a 'shoo' motion. "Jon!" He called out, knowing his half-brother was somewhere nearby amongst the clothing taking up any empty space of the room. "I don't want drool on my Armani! Get your dog away!" Bongo was eager to help, Samuel was sure, and he would never dream to fault the dog for being curious about the changes to the living room, but the possibility of one of his favourite suits becoming ruined with slobber was not one he needed when his stress levels were high. The debate drew closer by the day; a clothing disaster would tip him over the edge and was not what Samuel envisioned when he initially asked Jon to assist him in choosing an outfit.