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Samuel Barton

"Our Justice System is flawed and people should recognize that."

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a character in “FBI's Most Wanted”, as played by Zitacamron95

Description

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FC: Edwardo Verastegui
Speech Color: #800080 || Thought Color: #8000BF



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Name
Samuel Barton

Age
39

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Homosexual

Job
FBI Computer Expert or Agent of FBI's Cyber Crime division



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Height
6'

Hair Color
Dark Brown

Eye Color
Blue

Samuel for the most part dresses nicely for his job. While on the job, he wears suits and his hair is nicely combed or slicked back out of his face. If he's been on a case for a while, or he hasn't had much time out of the office, it's easy to tell with Sam's hair usually being a mess and his clothes being just a button up and some nice slacks. When he's not on the job, Sam prefers to just wear a t-shirt and jeans, nothing too special. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder of the Space Invader alien and a scar along his collarbone from an attack by a criminal suspect.



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Likes
Justice: He likes seeing people actually get punished for their crimes.
Sweets: He loves the occasional candy bar or cake.
Games: Any kind of game, video games, board games or sports games.

Dislikes
Debates: He tends to avoid them finding that people have strong opinions of their own.
New People: He doesn't like talking to new people, he prefers being with people he already knows.
The Justice System: He hates how people can actually get away with murder.


Samuel is pretty quiet when working with people outside of his division. He'd much rather just let other people do the talking and when he needs to give a team his insight on a case he speaks up. He's pretty stiff around other people, not seeming interested in being there or talking to new people. When he does open up he isn't a terrible to talk to. He'll talk to people about his favorite games or some of the more interesting cases he has worked on. For the most part he tries to stay away from debates on anything controversial such as politics, religion or even the new serial killer that has grabbed the attention of the general public. When he's working with his division, he seems much more of a team player, he knows everyone's names and will actually engage in a conversation.


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Samuel has always been in love with computers, he's been playing around with them since a young age. Though, at a young age, he only ever saw a computer at school or at the library. He grew up in a household where his father was an awful drunk and would hit him and his mom. Sam was ten when he watched his father and mother get into a huge fight that ended with his mother being pushed down the stairs and killed. When the police came to take the body and investigate, Sam was threatened to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing and his dad spun some lie about the woman slipping on a toy and falling down the stairs. One of the police officers didn't buy it and tried to coax an answer out of Sam, where he finally told the officer that his mother was pushed, that his dad was constantly drunk, and that he was hit whenever his father was angry. With this, his father was locked up, and Sam moved in with an Aunt and Uncle he had never met.

That was how he got into the idea of justice, the idea that people wouldn't get hurt. He decided then and there he wanted to be a police officer, and with the mix of his computer skills he ended up in the cyber crimes unit of the FBI. Samuel never tells people that story, he keeps that locked away, and just pretends that his aunt and uncle are his actual parents and that his cousins are his actual brother and sister. He gets along with most anyone in his division, and has a few friends he hangs out with there.

During one particularly large case, dealing with a man that was a human trafficker, Sam had found a bunch of the evidence that the suspect they had in custody was the man that was kidnapping and selling all these people. Samuel had worked day and night looking for this guy's website on the darker parts of the internet and once he found it, he had made it his mission to find the guy's actual address. Once he had that found the case was cracked wide open for the rest of the team. Though, much to Samuel's displeasure, he had to testify during the hearing, which turned into a big mistake. The man had been given the chance to stay at home before the trial, and while most officers were afraid their suspect was going to run what actually happened was just as terrible. Samuel was attacked by the suspect on a week after the trial on his way home. During the fight Samuel had been cut near his neck and in the heat of the moment Sam fired off his gun. The suspect died that night.

Ever since then, Samuel had no idea how to handle such a thing. He had to go through the therapy that came with killing someone, but it might have made things worse rather than better. The psychiatrist, along with many other people, had told Sam that the suspect deserved it. He started to believe that it was true, the man did deserve it. The suspect was a human trafficker after all. Sam considers that man his first victim. After that, there were so many cases that he would see fall through the cracks of the justice system, people getting hurt and there was nothing more they could do about it. Sam took it upon himself to make sure that those people got what they deserved. He built up a quiet reputation of his own, now there's people under him that help him do his dirty work. What most people call injustice, he calls justice. He has come to terms with what he has become and has no problem killing the people of this world that are already deserve to be dead.

So begins...

Samuel Barton's Story

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Character Portrait: Samuel Barton Character Portrait: Kurt Neill
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It was an average day for someone like Samuel. He had managed to get himself out of bed at a decent time and get ready for work. Though, the reason he had gotten out of bed was because an associate of his had to call him early in the morning. It didn't leave him in the happiest of moods, especially when his alarm was set for an hour later. Still, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he just got himself up and hoped that it, and the loads of sugar he had poured in it, would brighten his mood a little. After sitting around his, rather nice and expensive, apartment for a while, he finally got himself ready for work and out the door.

Sam actually liked going to work, he enjoyed being there more than being at his house. Actually, he was at work more than his home anyway. Certain cases required him to be at his job for weeks and make use of the cots they had at the department. His apartment kind of just turned into a place to sleep at night and to store food occasionally. He felt much more comfortable at the FBI department than he did anywhere else. He had a nice job, a nice desk, and he worked with some nice people. It made things much easier for him, besides he was able to keep an eye on other investigations that peaked his interests.

He walked into the department, earlier than he had intended, though it already felt like everyone was there and he was the late one. There were people still there from late night investigations, others that preferred to get in as early as possible to work as much on their cases as they could. Sam just quietly walked by and headed straight to where his section was located, which looked much more like a normal office if people ignored the bulletin boards with current cases, portable white boards with theories and other such files that made it feel like a police headquarters.

Sam hadn't even made it to his desk before he was stopped by the head of his section. "Sam! there you are. You're getting borrowed for a counterfeiting case."

Sam wasn't pleased with this news, he didn't exactly like working with people outside of his own section. He was much more comfortable working cases that were completely dealt with by the cyber crimes unit. Still, he couldn't just tell his boss that he didn't want to do it. He could only hold out his hand and take the file that was being shoved at him. He tried not to look too angry about it and flipped through the information that had already been gathered. He wasn't exactly sure what his role would be in such a case, since someone who works in cyber crime didn't deal much with people that wanted physical money. He figured he'd find that out sooner rather than later. "I guess I'll meet my team then," Sam muttered, trying hard not to sound like he was groaning.

He grabbed the laptop he had at his desk and went back out into the front of the FBI department to a meeting room which had been stated in the file. He'd be meeting the rest of the team in this room, whenever they chose to show up. He decided to take his time going through the case a little more and start making his own theories on what might be going on.

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Kurt had never been a fan of mornings. It was made worse by the fact that he didn't particularly like evenings. He mostly preferred to work until the sun snuck up on the sky, wakefulness coming upon him like the strike of a hammer, whether he'd fallen asleep at his desk, or if he'd made it to his bed in time. This morning his alarm clock vibrated far too early for his liking, and in the moments it took for his thoughts to rearrange into coherent sentences, he buried his face further into the cotton pillow and groaned.

Today he had to introduce the counterfeiting taskforce. Which was probably not the name they were going for, as his tired mind thought it rather made it sound as though the agents would be engaging in the counterfeiting than busting the ones who did. Later, when he woke up, he'd probably facepalm himself for having that thought. The boss had told him of the change in plans before he went home last night, probably hoping he'd be too sleepy to argue. He wasn't wrong. The casefile was still on Kurt's dinner table. He'd taken a brief look at the people he'd be working with before he fell asleep. He vaguely remembered Lucille's name, which was a godsend. They had always worked well together, and it meant he'd have someone support him. He'd recognised another name too, though he couldn't remember it. Someone from cyber crime, if he remembered correctly.

Kurt rubbed his eyes and sat up. Why they would need someone from cyber crime was beyond him, but then he hadn't looked at the details yet. By the time he'd stumbled his way into the shower, he'd forgotten all about it– he decided to grab a bagel from the canteen and head to office early. He made it half-way to the garage before he had to go back for his casefile, cursing under his breath as he unlocked the car.

"Right," he said, hands on the wheels, addressing the universe: "Anything else?"

The universe remained thankfully quiet, and he started the car. By the time he made it to the office he was still early, though not as early as he'd wanted to be. The report would have to be skimmed– hopefully he'd not miss any important details. Not that it mattered. If he messed up this case, they'd just have to put him back where he belonged– where he wanted to be. For now though, he grabbed a bagel and coffee from the canteen and offered his boss the most insincere smile he could muster as he passed him in the hall.

"Cheer up, Neill!" his boss grinned.

Kurt bit his tongue as he kept in a few choice words for him.

Finally, he came to the meeting room where everyone would be debriefed. He slipped the file under his arm and put the bagel in his mouth– balancing the coffee as he opened the door. He was quite surprised to see someone there already, and offered a muffled greeting around the tasty treat. As he managed to sit his breakfast down on the speaker's desk, he tried again:

"Hey, sorry– I wasn't expecting anyone to be here already. You part of the counterfeiting team?"