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[color=FFFFFF][b]What’s your name?[/b]
Sam W. Oates

[b]How old are you?[/b]
Twenty

[b]What do you look like?[/b]
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[b]What did you do before the Recluse incident?[/b]
I lived in a motel for most of my life in Skid Row in L.A. I was lucky enough to be born in a family that had a shelter over their heads, but that did not change the fact that we were living in extreme poverty. I had to quit school at ten to support the family, mainly in the form of taking odd jobs and doing good ol’ dumpster diving. Father was a drug dealer, and he got shot to death on my eleventh birthday. Police brutality against the homeless and poor were common, and it was a constant issue for me. In theory, I was allowed to take thrown out food from stores, but police often just arrested or beat anyone that did. I mainly got beaten for my dumpster diving.

Mother died when I turned sixteen, raped and killed by someone. I also had no money to pay for my rent for my shitty motel, and I was out in the tents with the rest of the homeless in Skid Row. It was not long before I decided to just pack up whatever I had, and walk myself to New York city. I had nothing to lose. The journey took me some two years to fully complete as I had to take up various oddjobs along the way to support myself, never minding the other obstacles that I had to deal with. I’m surprised that I somehow managed to make it. Once in New York, I continued to do the same old things as I did in L.A. to live. I had a new hobby of picking up trash for recycling as that did give me some cash to buy some basic needs. 

Life in New York was a bit better. The city administration made it easier for me to have a food stamp. Police brutality was not as rampant, but finding a spot to set up my tent was a lot harder. There was this one university that had a lot of trash that I could collect, and I did collect and recycled the trash for some dollars. Extra cash is always good. By hanging nearby that college, I somehow gained strange powers even since that gas attack...

[b]What happened after the incident?[/b]
Super Strength: 0
Agility: 0
Durability: 100
Regeneration: 0
Spider-Sense: 0
Mutation(s): 0

[b]Do you believe in aliens?[/b]
No.

[b]What are your goals for the future?[/b]
Poverty is soul crushing. Life is a constant struggle without money. Without money, you’re no-one. In-fact, you do not have the right to exist. The criminalization of poverty is a sin, and it must be stopped. Homelessness is just one part of poverty. Millions are barely scraping by, forced to often take more then two jobs to pay rent or likewise. Medical bills stack up, and people have to pay up or die. Injustice is out there, and I want to change that by revolution. As in the words of Lenin, “This struggle must be organised,” and I intend to organize.

[b]You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?[/b]
It’s shitty. I don’t like it. It has the issues of late capitalism.  

[b]How much technology do you use on a daily basis?[/b]
I don’t use technology at all. I only have a single phone that I use but that is it. 

[b]What do you like?[/b]
Food, water, and not dying. I don’t have much time to take up hobbies since I spend most of my life trying to not die from lack of said basic necessities.

[b]What do you dislike?[/b]
Death. I don’t want to die.

[b]Do you think true evil exists?[/b]
I’m not a philosopher. Go ask Socrates.

[b]What’s your favorite color?[/b]
[color=440e62]Purple[/color]

[b]Favorite song?[/b]
Don’t have one.

[b]Anything else to add?[/b]
Nah.

[b]What are your thoughts on these people?[/b]
Who? 
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