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[b]Name[/b]
[indent]Samantha Law[/indent]
[b]Age[/b]
[indent]25[/indent]
[b]Gender[/b]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[b]Birthday[/b]
[indent]June 7th[/indent]
[b]Birth Place[/b]
[indent]California[/indent]
[b]Height[/b]
[indent]5’8’’[/indent]
[b]Languages[/b]
[indent]English, passable Spanish, a small smattering of Italian.[/indent]
[b]Appearance Notes[/b]
[indent]Missing her right ring finger and pinky. Septum piercing – a faded silver ring. Her left arm also has a full tattoo sleeve from shoulder [and a bit of her chest] to wrist, full of vibrant colours and in homage to the ocean with various sea creatures – even a kraken. Has a small, hidden tattoo on the other side of her torso, beside her breast, of a well known gang symbol.[/indent]
[b]Personality[/b]
[indent]Projects a relaxed and charming demeanour that almost comes across as a stereotypical California surfer girl, but has hints of being disturbed. In truth she's incredibly realistic and brutal, reliable but only in situations that aren’t immediately threatening to herself, and though she can be affectionate it seems Sam has trouble forming deep connections to people. She's very secretive as well, and good at lying about anything and everything to back it up.[/indent]
[b]Skills[/b]
[indent]- Has a strong stomach for death and little ethical problems with administering it.
- Willing to handle jobs most others don’t enjoy doing.
- Well-versed in small arms, assault rifles, and decent with small blades.
- Can hotwire.
- Surprisingly good with plants, but tends to baby-talk them.[/indent]
[b]Weaknesses[/b]
[indent]- Sometimes rubs people the wrong way with her ‘for the good of the group’ mentality.
- Will do whatever needs to be done for the group, sure, but between herself or them will always choose herself.
- Even with the crisis going on, and traditional currency being all but useless now, Sam has an unhealthy obsession with money.
- Doesn’t trust easily.
- Frequent nosebleeds.[/indent]
[b]Equipment[/b]
[indent]Switchblade, 9mm pistol. Has an AK-47 but only a single clip of ammo left. Carries a dufflebag full of money.[/indent]
[b]History[/b]
[indent]By all means Samantha probably shouldn’t have turned out the way she did. Born to a decently well-off family it’s not as though she grew up wanting, nor did she lack discipline. In fact she had plenty of that, though that may have been what caused her walk on the wild side. The eldest of three siblings Sam was the one the most pressure was put on to be perfect, from grades to mannerisms. Whether it was because her two siblings were male, or just that they weren’t the first children bore, the pressure on her brothers was never as intense. Jealousy grew to resentment, and resentment soon turned to ‘hanging out with the wrong crowd’. Her parents were furious as her grades dropped, she became mouthy, and no matter the threats continued on her path.

After all, even before that Sam always had a rebellious streak. More than that, maybe something was just plain wrong in her brain wiring.

It was a bit of a miracle, and a bit of greased palms that kept Sam out of juvie. It might’ve done her some good honestly, since petty crimes of shoplifting and fighting soon turned to far more serious allegations. Drug dealing, robberies, car jacking. It was no surprise to anyone when Sam skipped town before she was even out of her teens. She was pretty sure her family was relieved. Being on her own, outside of her parents shadow brought a new set of problems, yet it seemed the ruthless girl flourished despite any set backs. She ended up at the more crime-heavy Californian border, where she spent years with another branch of the same drug runners that populated her home town. Soon it was far more than just simple drugs she had her fingers in, and any trace of that well-mannered girl was wiped out in the coming years as Sam fully integrated herself in her new environment. Though, admittedly she fell back on that charming front more than once to get her way.

Sam ended up being good at what she did. Really good. She had her own little crew that called her boss, and she was respected enough by her own higher ups to have some responsibility. Life was going just fine.

And just like that, life wasn’t so fine anymore. In the initial confusion and panic of a disease spreading throughout the country, Sam and her crew of five others took advantage of the situation. Sure it was dangerous, but once everything blew over, their loot from a string of robberies in evacuated neighborhoods and deserted homes would bring them a goldmine. How bad could it be, after all? The news blew things out of proportion all the time.

Their first encounter with these things came when the town Hospital was overrun. The creatures spilled into the streets, and there was no place to take the sick anymore. The normally quiet home invasion turned into one of their own being killed with their throat torn out, another being bitten, and a hail of gunfire covering their tracks as the group of now four retreated. After that it didn’t take them long to realize how much danger there actually was, and the group retreated to the warehouse that housed their crew’s stash. Hidden away from the general populace on the outskirts of the city, and of course made to not easily be broken into, that’s all Sam’s little group needed at first. Drugs, cars, miscellaneous stolen items, and more importantly – weapons.

Yet it wasn’t perfect. Jenna had been bit and was showing signs of worsening. They had very little food. Surprisingly, it wasn’t her that they lost first on returning. As their food supplies lowered, Travis – who was always high strung in Sam’s opinion – lost his mind. “Why are we wasting supplies on her?! She’s going to die!” Was his main complaint, and though Sam told him to stand down and she’d handle it, Travis wasn’t taking it. He put a gun in his boss’ face and, wild eyed, told her he wasn’t going to die here. He was taking the food, and the weapons, and he was leaving!

Sam soothed him. We’re stronger together. I’ll handle it. You don’t want to be out there [i]alone[/i], do you?

The soft lilt of her voice finally had Travis lowering his gun. Shamed him into handing it over, into whispering an apology.

The instant his eyes turned, Sam shot him in the back of his head.

Let it not be said that Sam played favourites – even though she did. When the other two, not including a fever-ridden Jenna, were calmed from her decision, Sam packed up a bag. In what may have been an ultimate sign of her favour she included a pistol and an extra clip of ammo. The next day, with Travis’ brain matter cleaned off the floor, the remaining five went to get food. It was in town that Sam pressed the bag into Jenna’s hands, told the not-all-there girl she wished her the best of luck, then kissed her forehead before sending her off in what was more than likely her death. Sam gave her the chance to survive on her own.

Three returned to the warehouse.

From there, it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. The decision was quickly made to move north with one of the cars- first to crash at Sam's family home and get what supplies they could, then towards Canada where the population was less dense, and therefore less dangerous.

Sam's childhood home was abandoned.

They stayed there for a little bit, collecting food from the surrounding area. Two days in another one of their own was lost however, his increasing use of their drug supply to cope making him slow and scatterbrained. Four days in Sam’s fingers were bit grabbing a walker’s face to stop those teeth from sinking into her neck – as soon as he was down she cut the two fingers off herself.

Then it was just Sam and Michael in their lonely journey, headed north once more. They did alright for awhile. Less people meant supplies went farther. They were close even before this all happened, remaining lovers up until the very end. Of course, ‘the end’ was Sam stabbing Michael in the knee when they were nearly overrun in a mall in Oregon, so that she might escape even if he did not.

Wasn’t true love dying for your significant other, after all? It was all very noble of Michael, even if he had no choice.

Then there was one.[/indent][/hider]