Samantha Anand Rojas
“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Name/Nicknames: Samantha Anand Rojas
- “Sam” - Only her last four of her five lovers (all deceased)
- “Anand” – Only her first lover (deceased)
- “Sammy” – Only her mother (deceased)
- “The Wicked Bitch of the Waste(land)” – Other assassins
- “The finest assassin money can buy” – Her presentation card
- ZZ-Chromosome human
- Born female
- Fully functional down to biomolecular level
Age: 27 Earth-years old.
Appearance: Samantha flaunts physical perfection through her feminine looks both in health and appearance thanks to the many Biomods she has installed in her body. It can be easily and correctly stated she is more technology than biological parts at this stage in her life.
As most people, Samantha started her life as a baseline human and kept her normal appearance until around her fifteen years of age, in which time she might have been called beautiful but was nothing truly remarkable. Around that time, she became an assassin and initiated her transformation into the hybrid being she is now. These upgrades, up to this point, include among other things, a practically symbiotic nature with technology due to the nanomachines in her veins, techno-organic muscular tissue; bones, cartilages and joints made from organic multi-layered nanotubes (o-MLCNs), many specialized big-data-programmer-level ports distributed throughout the surface of her skin and hidden blades in different parts in her body made from MLCNs. Apart from the ports, in her 210 cm. of height there are no markings of any kind in contrast to most of the population of Arcadia.
The Biomods and the low gravity of the formerly red planet explain her height and the fact that despite her line of work, she wears her hair ankle length. Of course, she braids it and has it inside of her suit on missions.
“Trust only in that I can finish the job.”
Samantha is extremely mistrustful, even though she is sincerer than many others in her line of work. This is mostly thanks to the murder of all her lovers; she has learned that she can only trust herself as most other people aren’t out there only for themselves, but against you just for existing.
“I do not stab people in the back, I do so in the front and with ample warning.”
The sincerity part comes from the simple but remarkable fact that the assassin has the power to give herself the luxury to state she is in risk of betraying you directly to your face, but of course, only after the job is done. After all, that’s always how the business has worked and continues to work, only Samantha takes care to be polite and remind you.
“Think and believe whatever you want. At least, up to this point, in our minds we are mostly free.”
She believes in freedom in theory and in practice mostly lacks a solid moral compass beyond pragmatism and what she desires at the moment. Samantha might have left the majority of her worst depravities behind, but one is never fully separated from one’s past. She doesn’t want to do those excessive things just for excessiveness’ sake anymore but has no qualms about utterly destroying a completely innocent person.
The assassin was formerly often prone to extreme bursts of unjustified sadism, now they are mostly gone. There are few things that can push her in either direction.
“It would be philosophically better if any superior power didn’t exist. Have you heard of Epicurus’ Problem of Evil?”
Samantha is thoughtful and philosophical. While she has no major far future dreams that hasn’t impeded her thinking about everything she can comprehend. She is both an extremely concrete person in her day to day life, but the moments she dedicates to contemplation are so many and so vital to her that the reverse is also true without contradiction.
Samanatha doesn't believe in any form of superior power nor in any form of reward or retribution in life.
Thanks to her many hours of meditation, she is quite a measured person too in what she says, always trying to reconcile stating what’s necessary with what she thinks. To do so, she practically never swears. An oddity in Arcadia. She, on the other hand, considers it childish. Words are just vibrations in the air, how can you really be offended by a group of culturally inappropriate terms?
“I’ve lived ten lives of Sparrow in depravity. Yes, The Sparrow. I’ve tried everything. Sex means nothing to me anymore.
Samantha doesn’t believe nor wish for sex or any kind of intimacy without a profound emotional connection. As she is completely alone in the romantic facet, she has no intimacy, no real trust in anyone nor anyone to confide her thoughts into.
Despite her eastern European appearance, Samantha comes from a long line of refugees from the once over populated and currently sunken Bangladesh. India, as the most powerful nation on Earth during the time when the last vestiges of the poles melted, took care of the situation in Bangladesh by erecting gargantuan walls on the Bengal Delta, which left millions to die but, supposedly was worth it, by also saving countless more millions. This is where Samantha’s great-grandparents came from: India took many of the refugees and used them to colonize many of its projects in the Solar System, in that time, in early stages of development. While that was a welcome change for many, as it gave them opportunities, soon the situation turned for the worse and the effects was profound as there were millions of emigres to Mars and other colonies who ended up there to make sovereignty without a rupee on their pockets.
Of these refugees, many communities emerged and found in the earliest times, that cooperation was the key to staying afloat… But this wouldn’t last either as the ethnicities, languages and religions drew lines in the sands and the groups that once supported the populations became mafias and gangs. It was a strange and perverse symbiosis by that point in time as the new groups needed the support from the population to recruit members and have their business prosper while the population needed the groups to protect itself from other groups that they also, both directly and indirectly, helped nurture and create. Of all these groups, few, if any, ever ascended to a higher social class and the resentment that this caused is a great part of what fuelled the machinery as a whole.
While some peoples coalesced, other drifted and joined with other human groups. This was the case with the father of Samantha, who had a child with a Latin-American woman after they moved to a quieter city than India’s settler colonies. In this case, the chosen place was Puerto Nueva Esperanza, a satellite city of the multinational colony of Arcadia. They would move to the central city when their daughter was but a few years old, something Samantha would curse and damn up to this day. It caused her to lose her father soon to one of the many pandemics that extended through the lower levels every few years. She could perfectly remember everything about him, but could never make it mean anything to her. Her mother would follow when she was around fourteen, collateral damage in a firefight between two minor mafias.
By that point in time, Samantha was the main means of income for the family thanks to her innate piloting skills. She participated in many tournaments, races and stunt shows, nevertheless, due to the corruption, she never won anything as she didn’t have connections but still managed to make her and her mother live comfortably. She was always the stereotype of good girl and the hope among the lower classes, thus she sold tickets and participated in more events, but was always just a point behind the winner, a single mistake from a trophy or a medal. Then her mother died, and everything spiralled down.
She was exploited in almost every way conceivable by the people she was indebted to until she managed to escape a year later. Desperate, she unknowingly took a job as a driver for a very high-profile assassination mission and was suddenly involved in a disaster as the professional she was transporting was killed by a competitor. One of many… She was into the game without her consent and through sheer innate ability managed to come out on top, killing many high-profile professional assassins and the target without being found. On the other hand, this was at a terrible price as the last woman she had to fight with for the target managed to leave her in such a pitiful state she welcomed the darkness when she closed her only remaining eye.
When she woke up, the original contractor welcomed her with open arms, showering her on praise. She found she had been reconstructed as a gift and, of course, as a way of getting her indebted to the woman that ordered the assassination in the first place. She might not have known what she was getting into, but the fact was she found where her abilities laid even better than in piloting.
The rumours spread like wildfire and soon she had many contracts available to her and the enough inner fire to annihilate the whole city to the ground. The city that took her mother and her childhood away. She let her rage loose on her targets, never asking why, no need to hear the truth or the lies. Samantha was said during that time to be able to make Lamya Sparrow rise her eyebrows if they didn’t tell her it was to look like it was an accident. In her depraved adolescence she tried more than a little bit of everything, unknowingly looking to soothe her pain and the terrified inner child that was afraid to remember any yesterday or think that tomorrow likely might be worse. She tried to erase herself of herself, changing her skin and eyes, changing everything she could of her body. She became addicted to the Trance by instable periods of recovery and relapse.
Samantha erased the minor gangs which killed her mother down to the last member, including initiates who had nothing to do with it. But her revenge continued. She slowly tortured to death dozens of times over* the people who had abused her if they were lucky, for those who weren’t, they suffered even more gruesome fates. These facts became widely known among the elite assassin community, so much so that after one point they stopped sending people to get rid of her. Following that, any person who thought had any power over her trembled as she crowned her achievements by murdering the magnate that had had her under her thumb for having reconstructed her in the first place: a person nobody thought was even close to being able to be killed.
By the time she was twenty, Samantha woke up one day and decided that it was enough. She had seen and done the worse mankind had to offer. She was living in a penthouse surrounded by gardens, overlooking the Martian horizon that seemed to end so soon compared to Earth’s and finally accepted what she was and what she had done. Little by little she got rid of the habits that had made her an urban legend. It took years of pain of almost every kind, but finally the only reprehensible thing she did was cleanly kill people for money. No more fireworks, no more blood, no more glamour. She was a monster, but at least a monster that accepted herself and to reach to the point she was now, everyone had their hands with so much blood and tears that she was simply another brick in the wall. At least, no matter how horrible it was, Samantha could say she was somewhat better than them.
*Yes, I meant killing several times, as Samantha simply transferred their consciousness over to new bodies to begin her perversities anew.
- She loathes smoking, people smoking and the smoke itself, whatever drug it might be. Her contractors know this and never smoke close to her due to, in most cases having lost contracts and, in almost all, arms to an angry Samantha.
- The same is true for alcohol but in a much milder manner. Anything that clouds her perception of reality is immediately discarded as useless and an parasitic entity for the human race in her worldview.
- Her Biomods grant her abilities that are beyond what any Olympic athlete of our time could do at their best, but that is the norm in her line of work. She just has more money than most to purchase the best upgrades.
- She, at least philosophically, doesn’t think that the state has right over the life itself of the people. Empirically she doesn’t care all that much, she knows she can’t change the world.
- Samantha doesn’t consider a violation a “special” or “different” kind of offense nor a point of no return. She knows there are many, many worse things that can happen and be done to a person.
- In the past, sometimes Samantha had televised her torture sessions, but not for snuff enthusiasts. No. Instead she managed to get some of the largest screens throughout Arcadia hacked. You can imagine the rest.
- If there is anything that can make Samantha feel vulnerable, is music.
- Samantha has no mementos of her childhood of any kind, only her Biomodded eidetic memory. Why would you need a holo-picture when you can remember even being born itself?
- Her first surname means “joyful” or “blissful” in Hindi. Only her mother and her first lover may call her that. They are both dead. Don’t tempt her to make you join them.
- Her second surname means “red” in Spanish.
- Together her two surnames remind her of the terrible things she did and not of the opportunities that the (formerly) Red Planet offered her as they did in her childhood.
- She knows how to speak Spanish.