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New submission for street sweeper.

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

[b]Role[/b]: 
Street Sweeper

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

[b]Height[/b]:
6 foot nothing.

[b]Weight[/b]:
180 Pounds.

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

[b]Appearance[/b]:
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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[b]Background[/b]: 
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, Little's shadow was constantly cast on his life. As his father stole drugs from the biggest players in the city, the local kids and gang members hated his guts from the moment they saw him. And as Mr. Little wasn't afraid off dropping a few bodies about his business, the cops were less than fond of his progeny too. Neither group were prepared to risk the old man's wrath by seriously harming his son but they sure as hell weren't going to give him an easy life. So Samuel grew up watching his back for gang bangers and cops alike, 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. Unfortunately enough for him, that was when Mr. Little finally caught a bullet in one of his raids on a drug safehouse. His death sent many ripples through the city of Baltimore but perhaps the greatest for Samuel was that he no longer had any sort of protection and many, many enemies.

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 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, enrolled Samuel as an undercover operative and informant, promising him protection when he needed it as long as he paid the BPD back with valuable information. While most people would rather shoot King than talk to him, he found that he could invoke his father's name to inspire considerable respect in most residents of Baltimore. Mr. Little was such a terrifying figure that even his death hadn't entirely robbed his name of its power.

Using his own not inconsiderable skills at intimidation and the powerful reputation of his father, Samuel brought many of Baltimore's most vicious gangsters to justice. For the most part, he acted as an informant who told the police where to go to catch people doing naughty things. Occasionally he testified in court, earning the public ire of the criminal community, all of whom soon wanted nothing more than to kill him. Well, almost nothing more. After the first few gangsters tried for vengeance and found King to be no pushover, the rest weren't eager to join them in bodybags. But a Streetsweeper needs to be able to operate with at least some degree of anonymity and the King's name was now spoken in the same hushed tones as Mr. Little's before him, albeit for different reasons. A grown man now, Samuel no longer felt any need to stay with the BPD for his own protection and instead requested a transfer to a different city; Neo-Bay. He'd heard there was an elite squad being set up there that he'd be interested in joining.

[b]Theme Song[/b]:
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wZZu93VsNA]Down in the Hole - Tom Waits[/url]
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Why'd you post it twice?