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Samdihier “Sam” Zeintler
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[Sub][b][color=darkgray] A P P E R A N C E
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	[I][color=silver]When lined side by side with his fellow WARDEN classmates Sam will always be a fair bit shorter than the rest, but for what he lacks in height he makes up for his stocky build and general presence. He sports a pair of forget-me-not blue eyes, a full head of blonde hair, and a relaxed mien, paired with a mischievous yet infectious grin. While still possessing the confident air common amongst the WARDENs, bespoken by his muscular form and presumed lethality, nevertheless Sam remains as approachable as ever. His mere presence exudes good humor, and even in moments of oppressive silence Sam’s plethora of comical facial expressions and exaggerated movements makes him a larger than life figure for everyone around. [/color][/I] 

[Sub][b][color=darkgray] P E R S O N A L I T Y
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	[I][color=silver]Throughout his early training, different combat and physical instructors made it their goal to wipe the foolish, goofball grin off Samdihier’s face. They soon discovered to great derision no amount of rigorous nor grueling training, which shattered his body, scarred his flesh, and drained his mental stamina ever sapped his nigh endless reserve of good cheer. Sam has always been that way from the moment he could first talk he was laughing and making others laugh. He carries with him an unquenchable drive and a go-lucky attitude that made him popular amongst almost all of classmates within the Citadel. Although not lacking in intellect, for Sam is both quick on his feet and blessed with sharp wit, he has never been the smartest amongst his class struggling through the knowledge and magical portions of his training. For all his outgoing nature Sam keeps his personal issues to himself, only releasing whatever turmoil he’s hiding inside in the form of dark jokes, and self-deprecating humor. For better or worse he’s taken it upon himself, as a personal mission of sorts, to keep his comrades’ spirits high, and their moral steady. Thus, it would be fair to classify him as the first follower, willingly charging first unto the breach, and being vocal support for his friends and leaders in their decisions, motivating others to do the same. Despite this Sam is not always the comic, indeed throughout his two decades he’s demonstrated a willingness to temper his antics, follow orders and be a pillar of support when necessary. [/color][/I]

[Sub][b][color=darkgray] B A C K G R O U N D
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	[I][color=silver]For a young man so jovial and motivated its hard to imagine his first decade of life in childhood was not a happy time, from day one. Samdihier Zeintler’s arrival would be on the same day as his mother’s passing, in the small farming community in southern Rassvet. This perhaps was the breaking point for Sam’s father, who did not show the newborn son, nor his elder brother much love from that point on. Sam was a tough kid however, and he and his brother Rythal had a good relationship throughout those hard years, supporting each other despite the abuse and adversities they faced. They were exceptional children, irrespective of their common backgrounds learning quickly and as such became candidates for the WARDEN training. When Sam joked about how they might one day serve together amongst the ranks of the kingdom’s elite their father snuffed their hopes with a scathing prophecy, and a good whipping from his belt. “When the seas dry up, the sky falls down, and all the kingdom is torn asunder, that is when you two cowardly failures shall be become WARDENs, bah!” Rythal was accepted first of course, Samdihier following a year after, both determined to prove their father wrong.

	Away from home at the Citadel Samdihier found he excelled in almost every field. Sure he struggled through the academic side of things, and he would never be at the top of his class in any respect, but his gung-ho attitude and many helpful friends kept him competitive amongst the WARDENs-to-be. Those years which most looked back upon with groans remembering the many challenges were the best of his short life as he trained to become a member of the revered and elite force. Nearing graduation would see the beginning of the conflict with the Empire, and the deployment of his brother Rythal to the front. Samdihier would keep in close contact with his sibling, eager to wrap up his final months and join him fighting for Rassvet’s independence. Those days drew ever nearer, and at last the Citadel named him a full member of the WARDENs, but instead of deploying him and his training squad to the front immediately Sam was given a short leave to prepare. A time he intends to take full advantage of, going out with several close friends and enjoying these few nights of freedom.[/color][/I]

[Sub][b][color=darkgray] C O M B A T
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	[I][color=silver]The epitome of the Vanguard, Sam is a frontline fighter who rather charge in headlong than hang back and exchange rounds from range. Equipped with heavy rifle and bayonet in the heat of the moment he can become a grinning angel of death, laying waste to the enemy formations with fire and close combat. He relies heavily upon his defensive spells, which absorb the returning fire and provide a shield for himself and those nearby. His magic tends to focus on battlefield control, whether fashioning smoke screens to cover movement, or stopping hostile rounds mid flight. He also branches into explosive fields, and carries a plethora of high explosive mines, breaching charges, grenades and the like to compliment his damaging incantations. Although at first glance he may seem an easy foe Sam excels in close quarters, skillfully utilizing his hands, feet, and weapon to put down much larger and stronger foes. Or at least he did in training, Sam has no experience of true combat, but his comrades can rest assured that Sam will be the first into the fight, and the last to retreat crying, “Tallyho!” all the way. [/color][/I]

[Sub][b][color=darkgray] N O T E S
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