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24

[b][color=lightblue]Gender:[/color][/b]
Female

[b][color=lightblue]Personality:[/color][/b]
On the surface, Sam's personality can be summed up into four words, "Keep your head down." She goes to extraordinary lengths to be as boring and nondescript as possible, doing everything in her power to not draw attention to herself. She's quite good at it and after years of practice she can blend in almost seamlessly with her male companions. 

There are other parts to her that she chooses to keep locked away. She has a spirit for adventure and is fiercely loyal to the people she considers to be her friends. She also has a soft spot for the bastards, orphans, and downtrodden beings of this world and has been known to occasionally pass off some of her food if she thinks someone else is in more need of it.

Sam isn't all sunshine and roses though. She can be snarky and sarcastic, though she bites her tongue most of the time in the name of remaining uninteresting. She isn't a shrinking violet either as her time on the streets has exposed her to all manor of unseemly situations and made it so that she rarely gets squeamish these days.

[b][color=lightblue]Appearance:[/color][/b]
Sam stands at 5'8" and weighs in at 132 pounds, which makes her pretty solidly built by girl standards but a scrawny little shit as far as men go. She has the ginger hair and spotted complexion that is typical of someone from the Blood Isles, though her blue eyes are a novelty amidst the predominantly green eyed population. Her bust is modest and easily camouflaged by tight bindings and ill fitting clothes hide the subtle curve of her hips.

[b][color=lightblue]Equipment/weaponry:[/color][/b]
Military issued broadsword, dagger, shield, and canteen. Keeps an illustrated book on all of the great stone bridges ever built tucked away in her knapsack. It belonged to her father and has his careful notes written in the margins. 

[b][color=lightblue]History:[/color][/b]
Samantha spent her childhood on the frigid Blood Isles, named for the natives' bright crimson colored locks. The harsh conditions weren't for the faint of heart and the community was minuscule as a result, but since her father was a well respected stone mason, she didn't want for much. She went everywhere her dad went and was beloved by many of his customers. Yes, everything was quite lovely for little Sam in the beginning. 

Then the plague hit. 

The sickness swept through the islands, turning the resident's lungs into weak, useless things that slowly withered away and left people unable to breathe. At first it seemed like the Fairbanks clan had been spared by the disease, but one fated morning Sam's father began retching up blood and was unable to catch his breath. He knew his time was almost up, so instead of waiting around for his daughter to catch her death he booked her passage abroad a merchant ship and sent her to the main land in the hopes of keeping her alive. They had to drag her on the boat kicking and screaming. She hasn't heard from her father since and no one will sail to the Blood Isles anymore in fear of contracting the sickness. 

At the age of fifteen the kingdom of Brackendale seemed huge and Sam's money didn't go far. It wasn't long before she was penniless and begging on the streets. The young woman quickly found that being a female was a treacherous thing in these conditions, so she took to tucking her hair into her cap and wearing baggy clothes to hide herself from sinister glances and malevolent hands. The ruse worked; most people mistook her for a scrawny little boy and never so much as cast a second glance in her direction. She found work as a stable hand at a local inn and stayed there until she turned 24 and the establishment burned down after a bar brawl got out of hand. 

After a few weeks of failing to find steady work, she decided to join up with Brackendale army. It was sure to be hard work as she'd never so much as held a sword before and the threat of dying in a battle against a Northsman was very real, but she still figured it was better than starving on the streets.

...Right?
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