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[b]Name:[/b] Samantha 

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] She’ll never say

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Personality:[/b] You could be around Sam for months and still not know any concrete thing about her. Samantha likes to put up a brave front, quiet and distant. Often she will slip away into her daydreams. She is incredibly slow to trust those around her, after all even those closest to you are able to betray that trust in an instant. Behind that colder exterior she is incredibly skittish underneath. Easily frightened and her first instinct in a dangerous situation is to turn tail and run. She’s grown accustomed to trying to hide that fear to avoid showing weakness to those who would try and exploit it. Underneath it all though is a soft heart that Sam is too afraid to reveal to anyone else easily.

[b]Dream:[/b] Rolling fields of the softest grass stretch before you into infinity. Trees lazily sway in the wind, the rustling of leaves gently singing in the wind. You see sprawls of rabbits, all shapes and sizes, playing in the dirt. A gentle calm washes your body as you lay down with your furry companions, happiness is all you know. 

Sam’s dream is of peace, and of course rabbits. A small safe haven for her. She found inner peace with her tiny friends; A home away home. Sam quickly learned that within this dream she was able to conjure forth rabbits to her side. Small hordes would arrive at her side with summons, a nice little herd to snuggle with. She also noticed that she could will her body to jump further among the hills.

Occasionally Sam would settle into her dream expecting her normal serene skies and golden fields only to be greeted by an eerie silence. A gray fog settles down amongst the plains as distant screams can be heard. The weight of guilt and fear makes it almost impossible to breathe. The rabbits are nowhere to be seen. The grass was out of control, growing up to her neck. Rustling amongst the distant weeds causes the overwhelming sensation of dread to wash over you…
(>owo)>


[b]Bio:[/b] All that Sam remembers of the day she was sold was just how cold the walk was. Her parents sold her to a group of Shardhunters when she was only 7. They had been poor all their lives, barely being able to keep all 4 of her siblings alive and fed. As she was the oldest, she was used to long days of work and late nights cooking and cleaning. But she knew that she had to do it. Her siblings' smiles at the end of the day was worth it. Especially Elliot, her 3 year old brother. His laugh felt like the sun. 

Mid-winter was when her parents sold all 5 of them off to the group. They left with only the clothes on their back, so the wind was bitter and harsh. It was the last day she felt truly, actually happy. Once sold, her siblings and her were used as bait for Nightmares. Week after week she would be dragged from the room to go on “missions” they called these outings. Sometimes it was her and some of her siblings/cell mates. Sometimes it was just her siblings. And slowly but surely less and less returned. She weeped after the first sibling never came home. Eventually none of them came back. Sam was quiet and gone, daydreaming of another life in which they lived in solitude and peace. All hope of leaving was gone and all she could do was disassociate. 

One day there was loud shouting outside of her room. A rival group had gotten into a fight with her captors. All hell broke loose, as she saw people jumping at each other, aiming to kill. Quickly she slipped from her room scuttling around to get out unspotted. In her sprint down the hallway, she was knocked into a random room. Someone had shoved her into this place and only half shut the door before they were pulled away. Terrified, she scrambled around the room, looking for another exit. Something glinted from the corner of her eye. Turning to it, she noticed a shard that had been left on a desk. She realized that this would be her way out, using its power could be what saved her despite the risk. Eventually she escaped, left with nothing to own her but with no one to take care of her. 

Once on the streets she laid down in a dilapidated shack she had managed to find. She tossed and turned as nightmares racked her mind with anxiety. Suddenly as if it had never happened, her nightmare shifted. Her body relaxed a little as a beautiful dream calmed her nerves. It became her safe place, a way to slip away from just how shitty or bitter the day was. 

Years went by as Sam slowly built a life for her. She would steal, craft and forage for all of her needs and wants. Her life was simple, but cozy. She avoided people as much as she could, terrified that she would run into her captor again, somehow. The survivors' guilt got better slowly over time, but sometimes it would come back full force on the worst of nights.  
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