What a shame || Shinedown
17 || 3/4th American 1/4th Russian || Sam, Sammy
|Gender|
"I'm obviously a guy disguised as a girl, duh"
Female
|Birthdate|
"Fine, I'm old, I get it"
4th of January 1996
|Sexual Preference|
"Why not both?"
Bisexual
|Grade|
"Umm... My PE is good..."
D+
|Smoking Spot Confessional Status|
"Why would I want to sit around breathing in second hand smoke?"
Nt currently a member of the Smoke Spot Confessional
|Secrets and Scandal|
"Nothing..."
Not many scandals really, not known one at least. Nor does she have many secrets
|Class|
"I wouldn't mind a lil extra to be honest..."
Lower class
|Occupation|
"Something has to pay for dinner after all"
Works part-time at a store that sells sports equipment, also hauls in a fair bit of money from gambling.
|Eye Color|
"Why care to know? It's not like I'd let you study them regardless"
Green
|Hair Color|
"A bit messy, - Oh, color. Blond"
Blond
|Body Type|
"Mind your own business"
Slightly curvy
|Height & Weight|
"Getting a bit personal now are we?"
5'6 foot, 141 lbs
|Birthmarks, Tattoos, and Scars|
"Finally, you stop talking obut my body proportions..."
Has a tribal flame tattoo on her right hand, going from midway between her shoulder and elbow till her elbow, as well as a small dragon on her left shoulder
Besides this, she has a fair bit of scar from her abusive father, though they are pretty faint, they are visible if looking for them.
|Personality|
"Friends are for those that are too weak to live life alone, though then I'm not very strong either"
Sarcastic, witty, and pessimistic. Samantha is of the kind that doesn't believe in a happy end and is already sick of even trying to hope. She has realized that coating sugar all over life doesn't make it much better and has therefor just decided that life can be shit sometime. Her mood often varies but she never does much to gain friends and tends to push people away. She never does much to try getting herself a boyfriend either, she's quite the buzzkill in a lot of situations. She is seen cheery every once in a while, but it's normally only when gambling, not to mention winning...
|Likes|
β Gambling
β Smoking
β Working out
β Motorcycles
β Drinking
|Dislikes|
βHangovers
β People of authority
β American fuel prices
β People in general
β Low forms of wit
|Strengths|
"Eh, find out yourself"
Headstrong, strong in general, mistaken for being over 18 frequently, lady luck's wonder child
|Weaknesses|
"Like I'd tell you"
Unable to rely entirely on others, hard to both give and receive trust, quickly resorts to violence to solve things
|Fears|
"Come on, stop this, I don't want to answer, okay?"
Her main fear is that her father comes after her. She don't want to go back to him for anything in the world and would rather kill him herself than go back to him. Besides this, she fears starting to use drugs and get addicted, as she doesn't want to end up on the street, seeing that her economical situation isn't great as it is
|Equipment|
"Stay away from my pockets, buy your own stuff!"
At least one 20-pack of cigarettes, preferably Malboro red, at least one lighter, a matchbox just in case, three-inch-blade butterfly knife
|History|
"I'm so sick of seeing people being treated like some fucking princess just because their parents are rich"
Samantha didn't make the most gentle entrance to the human world. She was born into a family being torn apart, with her father not working, drinking away almost all the money her mother made from her job, which didn't earn much in the first place. Regardless, the family held up till Samantha was thirteen and her father forced her to start working as well. Her mother got angry and decided to get divorced because of it. However, she never got the parental rights, the reason has remained unknown to Samantha and still is a mystery.
Her mother moved out and her father found her a job at a convenience store, with horrible working times and a shitty boss pushing her around constantly. She even had to skip the last class once a week to make it in time, but her father didn't care. It paid some bills, and that's what mattered. Her grades dropped drastically and she was called to the principal's office more than once. Eventually, she got so sick of it that she ht him down and left. A couple days later she received a letter saying that she had been expelled.
Her father was pissed, and for the first time, beat her up as punishment for screwing up what was going to be his future money source. He didn't stop after that one time though. He continued every time he was in a bad mood, which was too often to relax between each time. This went on till she became sixteen and ran away. She found herself a new school to go to as well as a small apartment. Her grades rose slightly, though she still had to work. No money from the state, so she had to make a living for herself, which made her sit up till long at night to finish school work, at least till she just stopped doing it, so tired of the mountains of homework as well as the long shifts at work.
|Other|
*this section might be edited in the future*
| Roleplayer Name: Robbhus |
| Roleplayer Age: 16 and a half |
| Roleplayer Limits: As long as everything is done in a serious manner, especially with topics like drugs and self-harm, I'm fine as it is. |