| Samantha Finn; The Justice Card | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 22 2013, 12:06 AM (48 Views) | |
| Samantha Finn | Mar 22 2013, 12:06 AM Post #1 |
![]()
|
Character Name: Samantha Finn Age: 19 Hometown: Ashland, Ma. Hair Color/length/style: She is a natural brunette, however she dyes it a dark purple. It is layered and long. Eye color: Bright Blue Height: 5'6" Type of Character: She is a Card, more specifically the Justice card. Personality Description: never one to fit in the mold, she is an "alt" kid, falling into the house scene in college. She is attending college for an English degree, and wants to be a writer when she grows up. Personal History: There wasn’t much to say about Sam’s childhood, other than it wasn’t awesome. Small town New England life was never all that it was cracked up to be, and they were just far enough from Boston to be verging on painfully rural. Sure her family was pretty great; her parents loved her, no matter how many times she got sent home from school, and her younger siblings, Eric and Liddy, weren’t total demon spawn. But it was the other kids that made her life more difficult than it needed to be. She was awkward and had a bad habit of picking fights with the popular kids. It wasn’t, she felt, her fault, the popular kids liked to pick on the weaker ones and were bullies for the most part someone had to stand up for them, so she did. Early on, it earned her sever split lips and black eyes, before her father, who was exceedingly proud of her, thought it was enough and put her in karate, boxing, and fencing classes. His thought that if his little girl was going to take that many punches she may as well know how to throw them as well. The bullying did not last much longer after that, and Sam had four very loyal friends in those that she protected. High school was a little easier; Sam managed to breeze through it in two years and most people, even the guys, gave her a wide birth when she walked down the halls. She became a fencing national champion and a black belt by the time she was 14 and was soon giving lessons to earn money for college. Though like all teenagers she started to develop her own interests outside of her fighting and school stuff. She really liked danced music and would sneak up to Boston as much as she could to go to raves and listen to some pretty awesome DJs, and also managed to be on the nerdy side as well; not only was she a straight A honor student, she liked CosPlay and all that that related to like Comics, gaming, and sci-fi/ high fantasy. To say that she didn’t walk the beaten path would be an understatement, but that suited her just fine. She had embraced the fact that she wasn’t like the popular kids. But life got complicated around the time Sam went to college. People started to die, lots of people, like some kind of plague was spreading. At first it was only the old and very young, but more and more normal healthy people would die. Fear began to rule towns and states, especially on the east coast where they were being hit the hardest with deaths. Cities were the worse; it was like civilization was crumbling before them, and unfortunately for Sam she was caught in the middle of NYC since she had chosen to go to NYU. There wasn’t any getting out of Manhattan without the right paperwork and visas, the authorities said that it was for everyone’s safety but that was bullshit, everyone knew that the Mayor was now a dictator and wanted to keep it that way. On the news and internet, there were reports of starvation that caused people to eat others or these evil creatures that were called Bagmen. Sam wondered how long it would before Manhattan became one of those very stories. They were an island and they had no natural resources, eventually deliveries would stop. As it was food was scarce enough and outrageously priced. She had to get out before it got any worse, she knew that. Gathering was few supplies she could, Sam managed to barter her way on to a refugee boat in the dead of night, and made the journey north to her home. She had to see her family; it had been nearly 6 months since she had even an email from them let alone a phone call. She needed to see if they were ok. Each town was worse than the last. How could things change so quickly? So many people had turned feral with only the fear of a possible plague and starvation. It took Sam nearly two weeks to make it home. There were far more dangers than she could have thought. Men trolled the highways for unsuspecting travelers, offering shelter and food, though she stayed away from people like that. In her opinion if it sounded to good too good to be true then it probably was. So she camped a lot, and didn’t sleep nearly as much as she should have but the sense of trouble kept her moving and awake. Ashland, seemed like a ghost town as she made her way to her parents home. A few times she could see curtains rustle but she didn’t see a soul. A few houses and businesses had their doors wide open and an ominous feeling surrounded them. This was not good new, and worse than she had hoped. Her heart all but dropped as she approached her house and found that it too had a door wide open. Oh God, please, please, pleeeeease let them be ok. She silently prayed as she cautiously approached the old colonial home. Inside was a wreck; furniture was over turned, glass was smashed, and the floors were an inch deep in water. From upstairs she could hear a facet running. “Mom? Dad? Eric? Liddy?” she called up. Dread filling her as she took the stairs. She knew that this was wrong, this couldn’t be happening, yet here she was climbing the stairs. Sam checked her siblings’ rooms and found nothing, she dashed across the hall to her old room and grabbed a sword from her odd collection and a knife before making her way towards the bathroom with the running facet. “Mom? Dad?” still nothing, but there was a splashing sound now as well as the running water. Pushing the door slowly open a female figure was splashing and making gulping noises in the water, she was familiar. No. It couldn’t be… “Mom?” the creature turned to her and looked straight at Sam, with her mother’s eyes and face, but it wasn’t her. This was a Bagman, and it used to be her mother. “No,” she whispered, right as the creature unleashed a scream and began racing toward her. Stumbling back in disbelief Sam dodged the monster’s teeth narrowly. Instinct kicked in then, as Sam took a fighting stance and faced off with this thing. They each bobbed and weaved, the monster running on instinct alone and Sam running on the need to survive and take its head. She wouldn’t let her mother stay this way, it was worse than death. In a calculated move, Sam dodged just in time so that the creature’s momentum drove her slightly past her and just close enough to that she could bring her sword down on its neck. A day later, Samantha stood in front of a funeral pyre. She mother, brother, and father now all would rest in peace. Eric and Dad had been next door and came out that night after she took her mother’s head, and they had received the same treatment. Mr. Jennings from down the street had finally come out of his house when she had started to build the pyre. He told her that Slavers had taken her sister and his grand-daughter, they would be heading west where they would find more supplies and a better profit. He said that he was too old to do much of anything to stop them, especially when they left him for dead and stole everything that wasn’t nailed down. “But you too care of the Bagmen, and by yourself, three of them.” He said in amazement. “Yeah, and?” she muttered. “Little girl, that is a big deal. I have seen grown men with guns get taken down by just one of these, let alone three of them.” Sam shrugged. Mr. Jennings silently helped her finish up and stood by her as she watched the bodies burn. Sam felt the tears slipping down her cheeks. “What are you going to do now?” he asked some time later. “I am going to find my sister, and I will keep her safe.” “You find my Emily, too, and take what I have left to give.” Sam looked at the old man, and realized that she wasn’t the only person that this was affecting. He had to have lost Mrs. Jennings and their son, Emily’s dad and his wife. “I am sorry for your lose,” she said quietly. “Don’t be sorry, little girl. Just go find them, and keep them safe.” Three days, four guns, plenty of ammo, three blades and sharpeners, food supplies to last her a few weeks, and one motorcycle later Sam was on the road, and headed west. She would find the men that took her sister and Emily, and she would make them pay. She would make things right. Edited by Samantha Finn, Mar 22 2013, 01:39 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · At the Start · Next Topic » |







8:52 AM Jul 11