[@January] Here we go. I think I'm done.

[HIDER][CENTER][color=f6989d][h3]  𝕊 𝕒 𝕞 𝕒 𝕟 𝕥 𝕙 𝕒    𝕊 𝕦 𝕞 𝕞 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤[/h3][/color] 

[CENTER][img]http://i.imgur.com/QXFXQZr.png?1[/img]
[color=f6989d][h3]  𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :[/h3][/color]
[indent]Nineteen[/indent][color=f6989d][h3]  ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 / 𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥:[/h3][/color] 
[indent]5'11" (180 centimeters) / 145 pounds (66 kilograms)[/indent][/CENTER][/CENTER][color=f6989d][h3]  ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :[/h3][/color] 
[indent]Samantha isn't the most sociable person. Although she may appear ill-tempered and stern, its just mostly because of her resting bitch face; she can't help it. Samantha isn't that mean of a person, she just doesn't mind keeping to herself. Growing up in an environment where everyone eventually left her, she simply decided that it would be for the best if she didn't get attached to others. When it comes to outlook in life, Samantha is quite practical and realistic; over enthusiasm and optimism aren't really her style. She's open-minded but often speaks her mind, to the point that her words would be considered blunt and personality to be tactless. She doesn't really care though; Samantha's well aware that people are entitled to their own opinion. She's fond of animals and enjoys all things sweet.[/indent]
[color=f6989d][h3]  ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] 
[indent]Samantha grew up in an orphanage and never found herself a family. Eventually, she ended up simply working at a nearby hospice for terminal patients. Too blunt and unapproachable to make friends, she frequently found herself speaking to the people waiting out the short remainder of their lives in her spare time. Over time the hospice staff noticed something peculiar. The girl - whom they'd begun calling Oscar the Grouch because of her usually aggressive demeanor - always spoke to residents shortly before their death. Before they went to sleep for the last time she would approach them and being abnormally friendly would listen to the person's stories. It was as if Samantha knew the person's time was up. After a few dozen consecutive instances of Samantha's visits heralding a patients last breath, the hospice staff started treating her talks with patients as a sign to call in their next of kin.
 
The story of the strange girl who could see death was passed to a friend of one of the nurses, a priest who often came to speak to the dying. The priest, who had ties to the USARILN, kept close eye on Samantha. For some months, he kept watch over her without her knowledge. He almost gave up when he saw no instances of her displaying any magical capabilities; it seemed that her frequent interaction with the dying was simply a coincidence. It wasn't until he happened to witness a car accident as he was leaving the hospice that the hypothesis he'd nearly surrendered was confirmed. A man had been shattered by the vehicle crash, broken ribs poking out through his shirt. Quickly the priest organised bystanders to get doctors from the hospice and call in ambulances. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and turned to see the girl called Oscar lean down over the man. She lay a hand on his head and another slid across his chest. Her eyes were glazed and aimed forward; her hand slowly moved across the man's torso as if it were seeking something. After a moment it suddenly stopped and she pushed her hand down onto his body hard. The man thrashed limply for a moment. Jamie got up from her kneeling position and walked away from the incident.
 
The man was found by emergency room doctors to have no life threatening traumas; his organs were all in fine shape and he suffered only minor broken bones in his arms.
 
The priest knew this for what it was; the girl was a supernatural. He immediately contacted the institute and Samantha's transfer was then facilitated. She was rather open-minded to the idea when it was brought up to her.[/indent]
[color=f6989d][h3]  𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :[/h3][/color] 
[INDENT][CENTER][color=f6989d]𝕃 𝕚 𝕗 𝕖 𝕝 𝕚 𝕟 𝕖[/color] [/CENTER]
Samantha can see "tangled threads of damage" projecting into the air from an injury like a hairball attached to it to indicate severity of the injury. Too big a tangle and a mess and she might as well kill you or ask someone else to give you a quick death. She heals by untangling the lines. It's a slow and bothersome process and once she's touched a "hairball" it becomes visible to everyone else and must be attended to by her personally. If she's interrupted during the process, the damage gets worse and the hairball gets messier and bigger. Once she's untangled the lines, the wound completely heals. Death is seen as disgusting mess of lines that are the size of tall buildings. She can heal herself with this method, too.[/INDENT] 

[color=f6989d][h3]  𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :[/h3][/color] 
[INDENT]It was like any other day as she woke up to the annoying sounds that came from her god forsaken phone; the number of times she just wanted to toss in out of the window was too numerous to count. From the looks of things, it seemed like it was finally the day Sam was going to give in to her urges. Her hand wandered throughout the confines of her bed, looking for her damned noise maker, but instead, her hands had grabbed unto something warm and kinda hefty. To her surprise, Sam found herself a sleeping pug beneath her sheets. She was overwhelmed with joy at how cute it was, causing her to envelop it in a bearhug-like embrace. The now awoken dog simply stared blankly into space before giving Sam a few licks to her face.

After squeezing the life out of the tiny canine, Sam finally realized that the bed that she was on, wasn't hers; she wasn't in the hospice anymore. [color=f6989d]"Where am I?"[/color] she wondered to herself as she started to wander around the room, with the pug still pressed against her chest. However, before she could get any answers, her attention was redirected towards the knocks on her door.

[color=92278f]"Hey sweetie, I'm glad your up."[/color] she softly said with a smile on her face. Sam had no clue who this woman was, but strange enough, she had the same shade of hair and eyes as her. [color=92278f]"Your dad and little sister are good to go. You better hurry up."[/color]

The little dog simply stared at Samantha. It was as if it was waiting for her to say something

[color=f6989d]"...Mom?"[/color][/INDENT]
[color=f6989d][h3]  ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :[/h3][/color] 
[INDENT]She was in a narrow corridor of pitch black that lead to a single room; a bright luminescent glow escaped through the cracks, hinges, and crevices of the closed door in front of her. It was dead silent, but Sam cared little about this as she reached forward, turning the knob and entering the next room.

Instead of jet black darkness, the room was entirely bright white; it was almost blinding. The light soon dimmed and that's when she say it. All four walls that surrounded her turned transparent, and on the outside, were several individuals, all injured or suffering in some way. They made their way towards same and began clawing on the transparent walls as they moaned out loud their aches, pains, and frustrations. Pleads for help echoed throughout her surroundings. Everyone turned to Samantha and were practically begging her to help them

She couldn't help but smirk at what she saw. Samantha tried her best to stop, but the more she attempted to, the worse it got. A smirk soon turned into a smile, then a massive grin. Soon enough, she found herself unable to contain her laughter. The thought of being needed and sought after fueled whatever it was that was causing her to act this way. She didn't want to be like this, she wanted to stop. 

Tears trailed down her face as she couldn't do anything.
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[color=f6989d][h3]  𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :[/h3][/color] 
[indent]Arbiter[/indent]

[color=f6989d][h3]  𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :[/h3][/color]
[indent]None, for now.[/indent]

[color=f6989d][h3]  𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖  𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :[/h3][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJyfUsEMMvw]The Sway - Jessie Siren[/url][/indent][/HIDER]

Any suggestion for a theme song? Kinda finding it difficult to look for one that fits.