New submission for street sweeper.

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[color=A3630A][b]Name[/b]:[/color]
Samuel King, often referred to simply as 'The King'

[color=A3630A][b]Role[/b]:[/color]
Street Sweeper

[color=A3630A][b]D.O.B.[/b]:[/color]
January 12th, 2005

[color=A3630A][b]Height[/b]:[/color]
6 foot nothing.

[color=A3630A][b]Weight[/b]:[/color]
180 Pounds.

[color=A3630A][b]Nationality[/b]:[/color]
United States citizen, originally from Baltimore

[color=A3630A][b]Appearance[/b]:[/color]
King has a certain way about him that implies the capacity for violence with every step, smile and wink. Not the essence of a caged beast but that of a loaded gun, one that can go off whenever it pleases. His general manner of affable charm somehow increases this air of friendly menace, not helped by his frightening stare or large facial scar.

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[color=A3630A][b]Personality[/b]:[/color]
Unlike most men who live violent or dangerous lives, Samuel feels no needs to surround himself in an air of bravado or machismo. He doesn't swagger into a room and starting a dick waving contest with the biggest guy in there or feel the need to tear down others in order to build himself up. In fact, Samuel's upbringing has instilled in him a kind of cold confidence; he knows who he is and what he can do and doesn't feel the need to show anyone unless it's time for some serious business. So Samuel doesn't swear or swagger, doesn't insult or demean others but simply waits until it's time to act. And when it is, he adds another deed to the legend that makes up his street reputation and further shows why the superior man keeps their mouth shut and their gun ready.

Although he has spent most of his life earning money through non-lawful means and has committed many, [i]many[/i] crimes, King doesn't consider himself a criminal, exactly. His situation at birth meant he had almost no choice but to engage in criminal activities if he wanted to survive and be able to eat. It wasn't so much a choice but an act of necessity, the only way to survive. But as an adult, almost all of King's marketable skills revolve around hurting people, scaring people or robbing people. It's his luck that he found C.O.P.S., a place where his skills can be used in a manner that is, at the very least, less illegal.

[color=A3630A][b]Background[/b]:[/color]
Son of the legendary Baltimore drug bandit 'Mr. Little', Samuel came up as hard as it gets. Although he had next to no contact with his old man, his shadow touched almost every area of Samuel's life. His father stole drugs from the biggest players in the city and resold them at a profit. In areas of the city where almost everyone had some sort of profitable connection to the drug trade (dealer, mustle, runner, user) Little's activities were causes of public outrage and his son an easy target. But Mr. Little was clever with his money and always sure to donate a healthy percentage of it to various 'worthy causes', meaning that any cop who wanted to solve one his murders were told by their superiors to take the hit to their career and move on. If they didn't they were quickly fired or reassigned, anything to make sure that Little's contributions kept on coming in. Neither the police or the general population of Baltimore could touch Mr. Little (not for lack of trying) and they weren't prepared to potentially bring down his wrath by killing his son, either. But no one had any problem with making his life as difficult as could be.

So Samuel grew up watching his back for watching his back, 'randomly' being the target for stop-searches, getting into scrap after scrap and learning how to give and take hits. By thirteen, he was a rougher type than most grown men, with scarred knuckles and a broken nose, veteran of a hundred fist fights. His mother, god rest her soul, had some difficulty keeping a roof over their heads and Mr. Little sure as hell wasn't sending money their way so Samuel was the breadwinner even before he was a teenager. He robbed other youths, ran quick cons and occasionally took part in larger operations. Frequently, his companions for a larger operation would do their best to make sure he took the blame for the job, be it bank robbery or simple stick up, but King learned quick how to cut and run. Nothing stuck to him any more than it did to his old man.

Unfortunately enough for him, Mr. Little finally caught a bullet during a raid on a hardfront. The date was Samuel's fourteenth birthday. Little's death sent many ripples through the city of Baltimore but the greatest for Samuel was that his many, many enemies no longer feared retribution. Two days after his father's death, Samuel walked away from his first knife fight with a thin scar diagonally across his face. He was able to comfort himself with the knowledge his opponent didn't walk away at all but he knew there were more. Three days after his father's death, he narrowly avoided being shot by the son of one of Little's victims. Four days after his father's death, he went to the Baltimore Police Department and asked for protective custody. They laughed in his face and Samuel realised there was only one option; if the mobsters wouldn't fear his father's name, they'd learn to fear his. Next time someone came looking for a fight, he terminated them with [i]extreme[/i] prejudice. The remains that he left publically displayed scared off most potential attackers for the next little while but had another, unforeseen consequence; it drew the attention of the BPD back to him.

Samuel was smart enough not to leave any evidence but that didn't stop the detectives working the case dragging him in to grill him for hours everyday. He didn't crack or give them any ground until a slightly more thoughtful officer realised that having Mr. Little's son playing for their side would be no bad thing at all. This officer, Captain Moreland, offered King a choice; either he could continue having every day interrupted by a gruelling interrogation and be pulled in over every fresh murder (there was a homicide almost every other day at that point in Baltimore) or he could play a little ball with the BPD. Moreland suggested that he become an informant and occasional enforcer, doing the BPD favours when they asked and not making his killings too conspicuous. In return, the BPD would leave alone, for the most part, and not pull him in unless he made them. Most people raised in Baltimore's projects area have a healthy distrust of the police and King was no different but he knew his father previously had a similar arrangement. So he agreed.

Using his well trained combat abilities, talent for intimidation and rapidly growing legend, Samuel helped bring many of Baltimore's most influential and dangerous drug lords to justice or, at least, to prison. For the most part, he acted as an informant who told the police where to go to catch people doing naughty things or who knew what they needed to know. More rarely, he'd make someone who was inconvenient to the police quietly disappear. Occasionally, he even testified in court, earning the public ire of the criminal community. As the saying goes, snitches get stitches and many of Baltimore's criminal element wanted King to pay for his fratinising with the law. But after the first few thugs tried for vengeance and found King to be no pushover, the rest weren't eager to join them in bodybags or at the bottom of the bay with an anchor around their necks. 

But nothing lasts for ever and the BPD eventually went the way of most American police departments; it shut down. Now the only law was that of the Mega-corporations and their private security divisions, none of whom gave a damn about the rules, traditions or courtesies common in Baltimore's underworld. Old figures and well established outfits were eliminated or muscled out within a few weeks of the BPDs fall, Baltimore's lucrative drug trade soon being under the sole ownership of the corporations, albeit through a few proxies. Anyone who disagreed or tried to fight back was annihilated and forgotten. A grown man now, Samuel no longer felt any need to stay within the confines of Baltimore, especially not in its current, dangerous state. Instead, he decided to move to a new city, Neo-Bay. His last contact from Captain Moreland had said there was an elite unit there being formed that he might be interested in joining.

[color=A3630A][b]Theme Song[/b]:[/color]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wZZu93VsNA]Down in the Hole - Tom Waits[/url]
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