[Hider=Sam Kennedy-Pride][Img] http://i1066.photobucket.com/albums/u410/Limeyreptile/slice_n___dice_by_misstenshininja-d4yrye9.jpg [/Img]

[b]Name[/b]: Sam Kennedy

[b]Title[/b]: Pride 

[b]Age[/b]: 19

[b]Gender[/b]: Male 

[b]Appearance[/b]: Sam is a handsome man with at least some Asian heritage in his blood. His ebony hair is kept short and neat. His eyes are a bright emerald green colour, and are often seen wandering as he analyses his surroundings. Sam stands at six foot four inches in height, and his body is filled out with lean, powerful muscles: perfect for a brawler and perfect for Sam.

[b]Personality[/b]: Sam is a man who takes pride in himself and in everything he does. He remains a cool and collected perfectionist: undertaking even the smallest task with the utmost effort. Because of this perfectionist attitude, Sam can come across as very intense; especially to other people in the Sinner’s gang not of his status. He takes a great amount of pleasure in any and all adoration that he receives from people, and as such, he often seeks to ‘subjugate’ people into revering him. Before he joined the sinners, he had a small gang of his own that revered the man with a frightening reverence.

Sam seems apt at attracting trouble: as he has a very loose mouth and isn’t afraid to call someone a dickhead, should they act like a dickhead. This blunt honesty generally has two effects on people: as it either garners respect for the man or encourages a certain loathing. Sam prides himself on being dependable, and as such he refuses to let people see him at his worst and will often take on ridiculous tasks for the few people he respects.

The other key factor of the intense Sam Kennedy is his fervent pursuit of new thrills. He is an adrenaline junky in his free time and won’t hesitate to jump head-first into danger: should it seem ‘fun’

In short, Sam is an intense, dependable man whose mysterious charisma and blunt attitude makes him likable, while his adrenaline-seeking stubborn-ness can make him lovable or loath-able in equal measures.

[b]Abilities[/b]: Sam is, in his own words, not that clever. His wit is above average, as is his intelligence, but Sam’s true talent is his knack for learning. Sam has a near-perfect eidetic memory and internalises information very quickly. This led to a lot of useful talents being picked up very quickly: namely four martial arts, the ability to hotwire a car in fewer than seven seconds and, his personal favourite, the ability to tie a cherry stem with his tongue.

[b]Powers[/b]: 
[u][Perfection][/u] – [i]The host of Pride does not hinder to such pitiful forces as injury or even death. [/i]
Sam’s most important gift is his ability to heal. It sounds mundane, but in reality, the host of pride appears to be immortal. Every injury is healed in a matter of moments, with any wound seeping a black miasma that only seals when the injury is fully healed and Sam is fully recovered. So far, Sam has tested a number of injuries: broken fingers, dismemberment, burning, drowning and a bullet in the head have all been healed by the black miasma. Interestingly, Sam seems hungrier after major recovery: and the sense of hunger and thirst are not maintained by this ability.
[u][Perfection imparted][/u]-[i]Pride demands the finest from himself and the finest from his followers for it is a matter of pride[/i]
A lesser sub-ability of Perfection, Pride is able to imbue a slight amount of his powers onto others with the passing of bodily fluids. The most convenient measure is through the application of saliva or blood, and the ability has greatly diminished results. The greatest injury that has been healed through this sub-ability is a broken rib, and that was through a small blood transfusion. The ability only seems to work if the bodily fluids are direct from the source. Bottled blood has proven ineffective.

[b]How you joined the sinners[/b]: Sam was born as the umpteenth son of a boring and poor family, who had succeeded a long line of boring, poor families before him. He didn’t have anything to his name except his name and he resented that. He demanded more from his life than a time spent wallowing in the filth of an underclass or demeaning himself as some low-class peasant. He strove for perfection in everything he did and demanded nothing but his personal best on all occasions. He didn’t get a chance to shine until it came to going to school though, where he trounced all expectations by his ruthless pursuit of knowledge and power. 

He crushed the school’s preconceptions, ultimately succeeding in everything he pursued: academics, martial arts and any other opportunity the school offered were subjugated by the skills of Sam and he gave his family hope for a child that might breathe life into the family name. Instead, he left home at sixteen and had his name legally changed to Kennedy: after the successful Kennedy family. 

Alone and without funds, Sam found himself doing odd jobs for money. The work was demeaning and he became heavily frustrated by it all. Life was becoming as mundane for him as his family before, and suddenly he was alone in a world that would swallow him whole. The youth came close to despair

…Until his first mugging.

Sam was on the receiving end of a mugger’s attack, and Sam used his martial arts to dislocated the thugs shoulder and broke two ribs. During the scrap, the mugger’s knife scraped Sam’s knuckle, and he was left bleeding and in pain and, for the first time in a long time, pumping full of adrenaline and excitement. 

Something awoke in Sam: A carnal desire for danger and pleasure and thrills unnatural. Instead of having the thug arrested, he took the man home and re-set his attacker’s shoulder. Instead of enacting some vengeance on the thug, Sam thanked him.

Sam struck up a friendship with the street-kid: who went by the nickname of ‘Little C.’ Little C showed Sam the underworld and started to hook Sam up with little jobs here and there: small time gang jobs and basic enforcer work and eventually, Little C introduced Sam to the underground fight-clubs. 

The fight clubs were everything Sam dreamed of: A place to fulfil his dangerous addiction to adrenaline while not being persecuted for his ruthlessly efficiency. He thrived in the den of fighters and made a name for himself as a vicious and cunning fighter. 

At the age of eighteen, it seemed that Sam had attracted a number of offers from various gangs to become a member. They used various titles: Enforcer, lieutenant, bodyguard and various other titles. All of them were boring to Sam. They all required subservice to a lesser man or woman. 

That was until he got an offer from Sloth, in an arcade no less. 

Sam had taken to arcades as a new distraction between scraps. They offered something he couldn’t so easily master and that challenge was enough to interest him. He was especially fond of fighter games and was considered a champion amongst the kids. That was until Sloth came along and offered to pay for a few games of his time. 

The pair talked for a while, and eventually Sloth offered him a job in her own fledgling gang. Not as an enforcer or a lieutenant or a wingman or anything as boring as that: but as a sin. The position was something worth fighting for and worth keeping.

…An offer worth being proud of.

[b]Personal Arc[/b]: Sam’s one true friend, Little C, always had a penchant for getting himself into trouble. No matter what he did, he always seemed to find a way to get his nose in the deepest pile of dog shit he could find and only through some divine providence did he ever escape with anything more than a few broken ribs. Little C would not struggle to get into trouble with all sorts of forces: rival gang members, the police, the sinners themselves or perhaps even with other infected.[/Hider]