[Hider=Sam] [b][color=33ff00]Name:[/color][/b] Samantha "Sam" Igorina Semenova [b][color=33ff00]Age:[/color][/b] 23 [b][color=33ff00]Appearance:[/color][/b] This placid girl has round gray eyes. Her luxurious, straight, long hair is the color of black coffee, and is worn in a pageboy style. She is short and has a thin build. Her skin is very pale. She has a low forehead and a small mouth. Her wardrobe is practical, with a lot of black. She carries a wooden cane because of her bad right knee. [b][color=33ff00]Personality:[/color][/b] It's hard for her to work up any enthusiasm, rather obsessive with keeping things clean and organized, something of a pessimist, prone to sarcasm. Very grim. [hider=Background] Father is Professor Igor Semenov, works as a magic antropologist, very well loved at Sanctuary Hill but few of his articles ever gets published, so he's relatively unknown outside of the college. Mother Sarah Semenova is very active with Witch Scouts, even today. Her younger sister Rachel, blonde like Mom is very popular, somewhat shallow and fashion-obsessed, and is very much the baby of the family. Sam was six when she ran across an old guy sleeping on a bench at a bus stop and yelled at him to move. He didn't take kindly to that and claimed he cast a curse on her. Since then, she finds it very hard to get excited about anything. She did, however, get excited about Mr. Cooper, her potions teacher when she was 16, and would stay after school to help clean up and organize his lab classroom. Rachel found out and tattled to their parents, who yelled at her about all the trouble she'd caused for the family while her "good" sister never caused them problems. Sam realized that they'd never taken her side in anything, and she resolved then and there that she'd go elsewhere for college. Realizing her parents were unlikely to help her, she got an after-school and Saturday job at the bank as a junior teller. She got into New Salem Tech, doing well in her classes until she accepted a dare to spend the night in the haunted Salem church. They found her the next morning, curled up in a ball with her hands pressed over her ears, talking about "the voices...!" New Salem Tech contacted her parents, and she wound up at New Salem psychiatric hospital. It was a cold, depressing place, she was constantly cold as they wouldn't give her socks. During one of her water therapy classes, she slipped and banged her knee. Despite pain, the injury was ignored for almost a week before a doctor finally saw her limping around the room. It was there she met Cass, a gray-haired old woman who told her about all sorts of supernatural encounters she has had. Watching this wizened old grandmother throw one of the Samoan nurses across the room, Sam became a believer. When she was discharged (used up all the money in her bank account), Sam returned to her parents home, but she quickly tired of their self-imposed martyrdom. She got a job at J. W. Stewards', a second-hand student furniture store with a room to let upstairs (she suspect her father had a hand in that). While it's not much, it does allow her to make good use of her ability to manipulate sizes. However, since she hadn't completed college, she's only a minor witch. But despite any curse, she wants to know just what happened to her in that church. [/hider] [b][color=33ff00]Magic Specialty:[/color][/b] She can enlarge or shrink objects. Excess mass is being shunted away into a pocket universe she is dimly aware of. [hider=Theme] [hider=Room 101][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIH174p52Bc[/youtube][/hider] [hider=Why][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG7I4oniOyA[/youtube][/hider] [hider=Tubular Bells, Pt. 1][youtube]https://youtu.be/ZJkNsWCay4c[/youtube][/hider] [/hider] [hider=Relationships] TRANSCRIPT OF TAPE RECOVERED FROM 239 GREENWALD HALL, THE OFFICE OF FAYE KNOTLEY, SCHOOL COUNSELLOR, ON APRIL 19, 1994. SUMMARY: ON THE PRETEXT OF A PAID VOLUNTEER STUDY ON RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN THE SUBJECT AND FIVE RANDOM INDIVIDUALS FROM THE TOWN AND SCHOOL, SUBJECT SAMANTHA SEMENOVA WAS TRICKED INTO INHALING A TRUTH AGENT DURING THE INTERVIEW, SO THAT SHE COULD BE QUESTIONED ON AN OUTSIDE EVENT FROM 1993, IN A PRIVATE ARRANGEMENT BETWEEN COUNSELLOR KNOTLEY AND PROFESSOR SEMENOV, FATHER TO THE SUBJECT. RELATIONSHIP PROJECT INTERVIEW WITH SAMANTHA SEMENOVA, HUMAN RESEARCH SUBJECT. SESSION STARTED. INTERVIEWING SUBJECT ON THE OTHER FIVE RANDOM INDIVIDUALS RECEIVED FROM PRECOG. "So, I'll get paid after this interview? What's with the incense, it smells weird." [b]It's just something to help you to relax. Tell me about Aoife Fitzgerald?[/b][@naomimyselfandi] "Who? Oh, the Irish girl on campus, teacher assistant. Got to watch yourself around teacher assistants, they see and hear everything, did you know that? And if they wanna be teachers, they gotta make nice to the real teachers, like my Dad." She sighs. "They cluster around him, laughing at his jokes, tell them their little stories about what goes on in the classrooms, listen to him spout off." [b]Samantha, tell me more about Aoife Fitzgerald.[/b] "Uh, I see her about?" she replies, stiffling a yawn. "Always from a distance, always watching. It's like I'm under a microscope, being studied, being dissected. Like I'm some... weird bug." [b]What about Valeriano O'Connell?[/b] [@kalanggam] "Hmmm? That musician who works over at the coffee shop? Stay away from him, he's not a guy to get on the bad side of. He's got no fear and doesn't mind giving you the short and blunt of it. Those eyes miss nothing, it's like he sees down into your soul. Nice hands, I hear him playing, sometimes...." [b]Are you...?[/b] "Am I, what?" Sam pauses. "No, no. Never date a guy who wears more jewelry than you do." [b]Do you know Tobias Malkinson?[/b] [@Fading Memory] "Uh, rich kid? He's been in the shop a few times," she yawns. "With his cash, he doesn't need any of the crap we got, but I don't think he's slumming. Not sure what his deal is." [b]Why do you call him 'rich kid'?[/b] "From when I worked as a teller at the bank. The manager, he showed me the accounts they had for the family, like that would impress me. Then try to feel me up. Jerk." [b]Tobias?[/b] "No, the manager." [b]Let's move on, then. Rose Blossomdew?[/b] "Pretty fairy, flowers...." [b]Wake up, I need you to concentrate, Samantha. Rose Blossomdew.[/b] "Fun teacher, sneaky. You think you're alone, and then she's pointing out some mistake in your notes. Wants to be doctor fairy, so you know she's making nice...." [b]Do you know her personally?[/b] "Only from the garden parties my parents dragged me off to, she makes the bushes and flowers grow...." [b]One more. Georgia Keen.[/b][@Gisk] "Georgia? ████?" [b]████?[/b] "Stupendous ████." [b]Ah, yes, I think I've got it...[/b] "Every girl wanted her ████ in my class," Sam sighs. "Class." [b]What about class? She was in your class?[/b] "No. It was in middle school. Movie in the auditorium, [i]Young Frankenstein[/i]. You had to pay a dime to get in. Forgot my dime, teacher made me sit in the back," Sam says gruffly. [b]You didn't like the movie? [/b] "Huh? Movie was fine, but afterward all the kids called me 'Igor' like the bug-eyed guy." [b]Did Georgia call you Igor?[/b] "No," Sam pauses, "and I don't think she got measles after, either." [b]Measles?[/b] "I didn't do it," Sam said, sweating. [b]Didn't do...? Never mind. How well do you know Georgia?[/b] "Just from school, see her around. Can't avoid her if you want your car fixed up right." [color=yellow]>>> DEVIATION FROM RELATIONSHIP STUDY <<<[/color] [b]Okay, let's talk about what happen at Salem.[/b] "No...!" RUSTLING NOISES, CLICK FROM A LIGHTER "More incense?" [b]It will help you to relax. Tell me about Salem.[/b] "I just wanted to get away from all this," Sam whines. "But they locked me up in that hospital, everyone knows I went crazy, but they don't know...." [b]Don't know what, Sam? Is it the church? What happened in the church?[/b] "The voices," she pauses, coughing. "Too much... smoke." [b]Just breathe it in, it'll be okay.[/b] "S..Stanley?" [b]Who is Stan... AAAAGH! How did that get in here? AAAAH![/b] SCREAMING STOPS SUDDENLY. SOUND OF SOMEONE BEING DRAGGED ACROSS FLOOR, WINDOW BREAKING. SUBJECT VOMITS. "Drugs...? She was drugging me...? With incense? Microphone? Stanley, what's going...?" INTERVIEW TERMINATED. 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