Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 0:12:57 GMT
Name: Samantha Black.
Alias: Sam.
Age: 32.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian.
Faction: Survivor.
Role: Weapons Dealer.
Location: Salt Lake City.
Physical Description: Sam is thin and pale. She has an almost unhealthy look to her, and sports short, greasy black hair. Her eyes are a pallid, watery blue, and she is long and lanky. Sam usually has dirt on her face and clothes, and has a disheveled appearance. She wears mismatched clothing consisting of long, over sized t-shirts and sweaters, and is almost always wearing a pair of finger-less gloves. When sitting outside her garage, she always has a scratchy flannel blanket draped over her legs.
Personality: Tough, violent, and never ready to back down from a challenge, Samantha is a firebrand. She is hotheaded and headstrong, and quick to jump down someone's throat. She comes off as an angry person, and she has a short-temper and is prone to outbursts. When it comes to those she cares about, however, she is soft, and though still sarcastic with them she means it in an endearing way. Samantha finds it difficult to trust others, but for those she does, they have her trust for life. She's a loner, and doesn't take issue with being on her own.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Likes: Guns, beer, pretty girls, her garage.
Dislikes: The military and all forms of authority in general, her mother, being unable to have her daughter live with her.
Strengths: She's clever and strong-willed, independent, and unafraid to speak her mind.
Weaknesses: Physically, she is incapable of fighting unless from a fixed position. Emotionally, she has a violent temper and a difficult time controlling her emotions if someone she cares about is endangered.
History And Background: Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Samantha had a rough home-life. Her father had succumbed to the virus early on and was shot dead during the initial outbreak. Her mother, a tight-lipped and severe woman, was strict and hard on young Sam. She was often seen as a burden by her mother, who became bitter and depressed over the loss of her husband and did not have the financial means to support her and her daughter without his income. Sam ran away multiple times as a child, though she was always returned by the military to her waiting mother.
As a teenager she joined the Fireflies, finally breaking free from her mother's iron grip. It was there she finally felt at peace. For a few years she served, until during a fire-fight with the military she was struck in the back by a stray bullet and subsequently paralyzed from the waist down. Following this, she abandoned her post and spiraled into a deep depression not unlike her mother's. The only thing that kept her alive were former crew-mates coming to check on her.
After several months of lying in bed, un-moving, Sam was presented with a wheelchair that the Fireflies had acquired for her. With their help, she purchased a garage, which she now maintains as her primary post selling weapons to anyone who has the means to buy them. For years now Sam has kept her position as a look-out for the Fireflies, though she no longer works for them directly, and as a weapons dealer and trader. Samantha no longer speaks with her mother, who has since moved out of the city to survive on her own.
As a teenager she joined the Fireflies, finally breaking free from her mother's iron grip. It was there she finally felt at peace. For a few years she served, until during a fire-fight with the military she was struck in the back by a stray bullet and subsequently paralyzed from the waist down. Following this, she abandoned her post and spiraled into a deep depression not unlike her mother's. The only thing that kept her alive were former crew-mates coming to check on her.
After several months of lying in bed, un-moving, Sam was presented with a wheelchair that the Fireflies had acquired for her. With their help, she purchased a garage, which she now maintains as her primary post selling weapons to anyone who has the means to buy them. For years now Sam has kept her position as a look-out for the Fireflies, though she no longer works for them directly, and as a weapons dealer and trader. Samantha no longer speaks with her mother, who has since moved out of the city to survive on her own.
Arsenal: Samantha owns a revolver that she keeps on her person at all times, and a shotgun.
Equipment: Sam wears the pendant of her former girlfriend at all times. Her girlfriend was a member of the Fireflies until her death.
Roleplay Example:
"Look, either you have the means to buy the gun, or you don't. And if y'don't, then get the hell outta' my garage," Sam snapped, losing her patience. The scruffy-looking man in front of her, who couldn't be any older than twenty or something, stared at her as if he were shocked she would deny him.
"I don't have the ration cards right now, but I will next week. I can pay you back then."
"Nice try, pal, but if I had a ration card for every time I'd heard that one, I wouldn't need to sell to sorry chumps like you," Sam shot back.
The man grunted and turned the pistol over in his hands. "Well, what's stopping me from just taking it, huh? What's a cripple gonna do about it?"
Sam saw red. In a flash, she pulled her revolver out from beneath the blanket draped over her legs, and cocked it. "Try it and you'll find out."
With another grunt the man threw down the pistol back on the table and buried his hands in his pockets, glaring at her. "I'll be back," he warned, before stomping off.
Sam snorted and rolled her eyes, sliding the revolver back in its hiding place.
"Sure you will. Ass."
"Look, either you have the means to buy the gun, or you don't. And if y'don't, then get the hell outta' my garage," Sam snapped, losing her patience. The scruffy-looking man in front of her, who couldn't be any older than twenty or something, stared at her as if he were shocked she would deny him.
"I don't have the ration cards right now, but I will next week. I can pay you back then."
"Nice try, pal, but if I had a ration card for every time I'd heard that one, I wouldn't need to sell to sorry chumps like you," Sam shot back.
The man grunted and turned the pistol over in his hands. "Well, what's stopping me from just taking it, huh? What's a cripple gonna do about it?"
Sam saw red. In a flash, she pulled her revolver out from beneath the blanket draped over her legs, and cocked it. "Try it and you'll find out."
With another grunt the man threw down the pistol back on the table and buried his hands in his pockets, glaring at her. "I'll be back," he warned, before stomping off.
Sam snorted and rolled her eyes, sliding the revolver back in its hiding place.
"Sure you will. Ass."
Extras: Only those closest to her (which is no one, incidentally, now that her girlfriend has been dead for a few years) know of this, but Samantha is a mother. Her daughter, Rachel ('Rae') lives with her mother in the outskirts. Sam won't say who the father is, or how she came to be pregnant in the first place. Rae is ten years-old, going on eleven.