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Ill post a picture when i finish drawing it. Im in the process of drawing this one. Samuel is 5'11 and weighs 165lbs. He has medium length blond hair that he tries to comb sodeways but often finds over his right eye. He wears light leather armour, with scattered metal pads upon his right side. He wears a utility belt, and has 3 gun holsters. 2 holsters on his hips, and one larger one on his back. He wears a black Tshirt underneath his leather armor, and camo patterned jeans. He wears sturdy black steel toed combat boots, and tough fingerless gloves. Upon his left hip, next to the pistol holster is a sheath for his 11 inch long combat knife, and upon his back crossing with the gun holster is another sheath for his curved katana.
Samuel reacts quickly, and intellegently. He can carry 1.75 times his body weight and still jog. His right aide being his armored side can take a heavier punishment than his left. Samuel also has an abnormally strong ability to persuade and intimidate others when he feels.
Samuel has:
- 2 Colts, of which one is silenced.
- 1 tri burst assault riffle with an animals skull mounted across the end of the barrel. He calls this predator
- 1 eleven inch long combat knife
- 1 longsword about 3ft long
- an equipment belt loaded with various gear, and medical equipment.
- sturdy boots
- a visor with a HUD showing him amunition, remaining supplies, bodily injury to him or whoever he scans, and containing other usefull features and displays.
Samuel was mostly self raised. Its not that his parents werent around, but more that he didnt care for them much. He grew up in a poor neighborhood and went to a run down school. He was always a leader, and very good at whatever he did. He graduated top of his class, and instead of going to college formed a group of mercenaries to help his friends and family pull in money. When they were all on their feet, he made his own path, following wherever the pay was good.
Upon his travels he met a young woman, about 18 years old and pursued her. It was to his dismay that she died in his hands. That didnt stop this helpless young romantic. He had pockets of cash from his work, muscles, and good looks. Why should one failed relationship stop him? He went anout his buisness woeing women as he worked. He went through them like he did clients: quickly, and he always left them satisfied. This habbit continued until he was about 22 and stopped because he wanted something more. 1 more contract would make him the worlds youngest billionare, so he would stop their and let his mercenaries pull in money for the rest of his life.
His last mission he would perform was for a client who wanted him to steal a princess! "How stereotypical" he thought as he readied his belt for the last time. "Lets just get this done, and get rich." For this mission, he had arranged his mercenaries almost like a pirate crew, with a modest ship, lots of weapons, and even more liquor.
