Although she doesn't mean it, Sammy may seem like the only person who gets herself in the most awkward situations imaginable. Talkative, a little too much, and quirky in her own way, Sammy can ramble off even the most patient monk's ear. The slight scratch to her voice and tone, however, gives her the laid-back voice fit for plenty of talking. Now if it was anything high pitched, she'd probably wouldn't even want to listen to herself. Her laugh, addicting, especially with the occasional snort, and her smile, that she often decorates with a scrunched up nose tend to leave people she speaks to, in an easy and relaxed mood. Whoever said a little laughter here and there wasn't good for the heart? Accommodating and witty, Sammy can survive the worst customer situation, as for her body movements being agile and smooth? Forget about it, she's as klutzy as they come, maybe even more so-- it's as if her limbs do not cooperate with the world around her. There's always a doorknob to bump into, a chair, tray or glass to knock over, there's always that friendly but accidental smack in the face, boob, chest, and an occasional elbow in the stomach. Those who've known Sammy the longest, nicknamed her a walking danger to the innocent, something silly to excuse her klutziness.

Frisky in bed, Sammy plays the role of a hungry girlfriend quite well, but there was always the problem of her relationships lasting only two to three months. Easily bored, and prone to chasing than being chased, Sammy finds herself in an epic search of Mr. Right, however, her motto is currently, "Mr. Right now, with the Now part dropping off later." Unfortunately, she tends to get blindsided by the actual chase and the excitement of a new relationship, she tends to overlook the flaws that would not work for her in the long-term. Not necessarily naive, maybe a bit optimistic and gullible, Sammy can certainly handle it herself, but until she realizes that this fool ain't the one, she's wasted another couple of months of her young life.

Though Sammy considers herself family oriented and warm, she couldn't wait to get out of her parents house and move across state to her Aunt's, she doesn't really call them, and she doesn't really care how the old folks are doing. As their fifth youngest, this was a routine that all of her siblings had gone through.

Oh, here we go. Did you know kids used to call Sammy a "Knob" at school? For reasons we'll get to of course, but let's start with the red-head's birth. Born to a family of six somewhere outside New York City, Sammy was supposed to be Samuel, because honestly, according to her mother, Nadya, her pregnancy showed all the signs of a baby boy. So when Sammy came out, she was Samantha, Samantha who wore all blue. Soon after Sammy's birth, her father left, returning back to Russia, where they had first began their large family. It didn't take long for beautiful Nadya to find a replacement, an American man named Joe Rinnob. Ten years older than Nadya herself, Joe proved to be a father that Sammy and her siblings never had. Looking intimidating at all times was his thing, but the way he cared for children that were not his own was a spectacular aspect of him that Nadya fell in love with.

When Sammy was reaching her 2nd birthday, the family moved to South Carolina, specifically an area near Myrtle Beach. Sammy grew up with a southern lifestyle, and a wave of tourists and vacationers every summer. Energetic and up for anything, the child grew into a young woman with the same aspects to her personality as she had when she was five years old. Although there was a moment in her early teens that the girl was throughoutly nicknamed as "Knob", partly because of her last name, but mostly because of her klutziness, Doorknob turned into knob, hence the nickname. Desperate to see the world, Sammy was the only one of the children to move so far away, so far, with no regrets. She moved in with Joe Rinnob's sister, Madison, who shared the same amount of energy as Sammy did. A match made in heaven.

So begins...

Samantha Rinnob's Story