Post by P✿pple on Jul 16, 2013 1:51:20 GMT -5
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Alias: Sam, Sammy, 'semite (Yosemite), Sammy B. Good, Crisco, Fatass/Crisco (Elinda & Ricki only)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Inactive Hetero if she gets new batteries.
Region: Unknown Region, currently in Orre, Arkose
Class: Civilian
Occupation: Ex-Arcane Special Agent, Ghost, Biker
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APPEARANCE
From her pierced ears always hang a set of over-sized gold hoops to dangling crystals depending on the outfit. The fashion scene a guilty pleasure for her. Sometimes she'll be seen even wearing a large chunky necklace, no matter what, unless the situation calls for it otherwise, Sam's always got some sort of jewelry on. If it's not her accessories that catch your eye then it's most definitely her clothes. Unlike most girls who seem unsure of themselves Sam has confidence with or without them on. Not necessarily on top of the latest trends in fashion, she instead has her own style that mixes high class arm candy and gangster. Some how, despite most people looking retarded she manages to pull it off as an attractive set up all her own. When you make due, things get creative.
Of course looking like a Brazilian Barbie has it's downsides. If she couldn't defend herself she might as well sit in the gutter and be used. Not Sam, she's come too far to be left alone or cast off to the side. Swift punches, sharp tongue and power house legs that deliver a fighting games kicks. She is not to be messed with or taken lightly when angered or after something. If somethings started you can be damn sure she's going to finish it one way or another. Under that smooth hide is a set of muscle built to keep her up against most foes when she's not guiding her pokemon.
She's a Pink Cosmopolitan swirled in a Jack Daniels Moltov bottle and a Hermes silk scarf is the fuse that's lit. She's a firecracker, now just to find someone brave enough to light it while holding it in their mouth.
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PERSONALITY
This all stems from her past, a thug like training ground where the streets were your sidewalk and the city was one big cops and robbers amusement park with not enough security. Sam was the mischievous and disruptive brat that tore up the streets and accepted the chaos of home life as part of everyone's normal growing up. Alcohol was the juice box and cigarette's were the cash or candy. What little discipline she received only added fuel to the fire as she learned how to deal with adults in their own world and way.
The mouth she had on her only grew more crass and her tongue sharper as time went on. She was street smart and a people person. The kind who get a feel for individuals just by the way they walked or held themselves. It was in this teenage stage she found a lifestyle, a way to live via the local city gang that ran much like the mafia. It was in here she was whipped into shape learning how to adapt to her situations, pain and getting out of them in one piece.
She learned to be resourceful and goal-directed from the get go. Meaning you use what you got and do whatever it takes to get it done. Failure wasn't the best option and more often than not failing meant being placed in a body bag. No screw ups and she had to learn it all the hard way once she was officially part of Arcane. Nothing's more sobering than waking up six feet underground in a box with no way out. Does she fear the dark? Just a little. Small spaces? Not so much, as long as she knows she can get out of them. She can't stand the scent of earth it just shakes her up like no other. Rainy nights are the worst, luckily they don't happen often in Orre's desert like environment. That incident and the latest one she experienced has left her anxiety ridden and nervous when too much is asked of her socially.
Big groups equal big trouble especially if your eyes can't be everywhere at once. Right now she's assumed dead and as much as she loves the party scene she's determined to keep out of the lime light as much as possible anymore. Which leaves her obsessed with guilty feelings and self-doubts about her abilities anymore. They caught up with her once already, their intentions were clear that she was to no longer to exist. Yet there she was, escaping by the skin of her teeth and sheer luck again. Leaving her streaked with a vendetta as to what the hell they thought she had taken from them.
Whatever it was they were messing with the wrong girl. She was known for her actions more so than her mouth and her former Commander was nothing to take lightly. There was little doubt that she'd soon be lashing out with ferocity when her personal universe is threatened. Fortunately that universe only has two people in it. Lin, her former Commander, even though she owes her one for bailing out on her and Ricki another bailer, but she couldn't blame her, the girl wasn't cut out for that kind of life from the start.
After 'Lin left Sam took over the command position for a little while. The meticulous and well organized way of thinking that rose her in ranks to Lt. under Lin only improved once she left and let her administration skills come to light. Despite having a spotty education, Sam was by no means stupid. But she had other skills that were needed out in the field. Which was when Ricki stepped into the seat and from there bailed out. Sam's on strike three of people leaving her behind and the next person that does it is getting paralyzed.
But despite this cobra in a hand bag attitude Sam is a very captivating individual. She's attractive and knows it but treats it like second nature. Looking good comes naturally which a lot of people find jealousy in to which Sam just lights up and ignores until they get on her nerves. She's satirical, stylish and knows how to have a good time.
When it comes to love she kids around a lot and it's unlikely for Sam to take the first step in seduction unless it's business and even then a one night stand lasted longer than some of her missions. Though she has consideration for the opposite sex there's a status quo they need to fulfill. A pretty face helps but won't get them very far. Sam is more apt to be seduced than to do the seducing. Unless it was unintentional, there have been a few who took her seriously.
Unlike most people who are able to go with a gut feeling Sam ignores hers. That inner voice that rants and raves about why you shouldn't do something has all but ceased to exist within her unless the situation is dire, and even then she puts little faith in it. After this last fiasco she calls the Desert Run she's left exhausted by life's hurdles and doesn't want to jump anymore.
She tired of running and hiding, the want for adventure nothing more than a pain in the ass as the need to get on with her life is scratching at her core. But she ignores it. A ghost can't move on until business is taken care of. Even though she's dead there's still some loose ends to tie up and she's still looking out for a clue as to what it is. Looks like she'll just have to sneak a hit on a few old haunts to see if she can find anything.
Likes: Peaches, Swings, Cut up fruit, Angel food cake, Noodles, grilled veggies, watching the sky, Traveling via scooter, Smoking, Drinking, Laughing, Cut Flowers, upbeat music, watching the stars, the city lights at night, the scent of mint, blond hair, stylish clothes that are fitted, Sunglasses, earrings,
Dislikes: Running or Hiding from her issues, quitters, burnt veggies, how sensitive her nose can get, being called fatass as she really does think her ass is big, brats, nosy people, the smell of wet earth, what she did to people in her past and knowing she has to pay for it
Ambitions: To quit smoking, and drinking. Maybe eventually not live in fear of being found breathing. Clean up the mess from Arcane she brought over with her. Maybe even try and have the balls to take the chance like 'Lin did; go steady, have a normal job, get married, have a family, you know live life the way it's supposed to be. See the snow... [/ul]
POKEMON
ALIAS: Quetz (Quiz)
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Tangled Feet
MOVE SET: Mirror Move | Chatter | Mimic | Echoed Voice
Pokedex Name: Rufflet
ALIAS:
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Sheer Force
MOVE SET: Hone Claws | Slash | Tailwind | Sky Drop
[/ul]HISTORY
Elinda wasn't like that. She didn't work for scraps, she wasn't Arcane fodder and she made damn sure that anyone under her wouldn't be either. Sam had skills, a talent and way about her that Lin liked. But unless Sam learned some manners and how to curb her tongue they weren't going to get very far. Elinda didn't exactly strike fear into Sam at first, with a young over grown kid who had nothing to lose it was hard to find something to scare her with or take away from her. Lin instead took the push comes to shove method, you weren't done until she said you were, if you dropped you were getting back up, if you threw up you were told to keep going. Sam will never forget how those city chases lead her to taking leaps across buildings she'd never think of doing or how to use a small space to her advantage. The city went from park to training ground in Elinda's hands. There was never a moment Sam didn't feel on edge or keep her wits about her, but this is what Lin wanted. She wanted Sam to be aware of everything around her, to understand that knowing what she was up against was key to beating the enemy. Once Sam was up to Elinda's standards that's when they moved onto the Pokemon.
Sam's first set of "real" pokemon came from the Arcane research facility, they too were fodder just like she was. But unlike her they were created for a purpose. Elinda taught Sam how to use them both in lethal and non-lethal combat. They weren't just pets or weapons they were partners. There were times when Sam thought Lin wasn't going to pull the finishing blow leaving her heart in her throat but Sam and her pokemon always managed to wake up in some way or another. It was after this that Sam started fulfilling her role as an actual member of Arcane. She wasn't as expendable as before she had skills that were needed and with Lin giving the orders Sam set out numerous of times against the enemy coming back successfully for the most part. By then Sam was twenty-two and a full grown woman capable of stepping up to command if need be.
That was the year everything broke. First there was the assassination which sent everyone on high alert and edge, then Lin disappeared. There were no good-byes, no warning signs, no notes of apology just an empty office with all of its stuff and a livid set of Superiors. Three days of hard interrogation later Sam was marked as clean and she stewed knowing she had a gut feeling something was wrong with Lin. It was only after Arcane went through another culling of the herd that Sam was bumped up to take Lin's old spot. This didn't last very long though, about six months when she was moved to the hunting party. After all who knew a Commander more than her own Lieutenant?
With Sam pushed into the Special Agents, Ricki from the research lab was the one who took over for Lin. Tch, Ricki. Sam had a love hate relation ship with this little sister. See, Ricki was one of the street fodder kids that hung around the gang when Sam was in training. The only reason she stuck out to Sam was because she could tell the spoiled ass came from a home that put food in her mouth and clothes on her back. Which only fueled Sam's hate and jealousy towards Ricki. She was nothing but a fourteen year old brat trying to wear big girl panties and Sam only continued to hate her when she joined up. Luckily the brat got shoved into the breeding research facility to work, but that didn't last long, The same year Lin disappeared Sam was asked to train Ricki for Command. Sam wasn't Lin, she couldn't train this crybaby the same way Lin did. To Sam, despite Ricki thinking she was some all powerful bad ass, felt she still had a chance at something other than Arcane for the rest of her life. [/ul]
OOC INFORMATION
[url=link to accepted application will be added by staff][b]Sam[/b][/url]
Face claim: [b]Michiko no Hatchin[/b] - Michiko Malandro [i] , Sam[/i]
Continuity: Original
Other Characters: Ronnie, Mimoza, Faline, Tammy,
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