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| Overview
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xxxxx Samantha, or as she is more commonly known, is Sam on old ass Anarch from the roaring twenties. Embraced in her youth and spending most of her time living the rough farmer life, sowing seeds, tugging teats, and kicking the ass of Surfer Boys with treasure trails who think they can start a fight. She is very much what one would describe as a Tomboy and the classy southern Belle, with a love for guns, brawls and whiskey.
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| Hooks
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- Vampire
The Children of the Night walk once more.
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- Anarch
Its like being a third party to the Republican or Democrats .
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- Guns
She is a southern gal and got more than enough experience with firearms since their conception.
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- Southern Hospitality:
Don't shit on people in their homes.
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| Contacts
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Bella
Her contact to things that the law can't reach. One hand washes the other.
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| No pages meet these criteria.
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| Beautiful, Distant
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| Quotes
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The Marshall
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| "Stand for something or you'll fall for anything.”
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| vital statistics
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| Full Name:
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Samantha 'Sam' Marshall
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| Birthdate:
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Around the 1920's.
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| Apparent Age:
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Early Twenties
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| Occupation:
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Former Farmer
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| Sphere:
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Vampire
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| Clan:
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Gangrel
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| Demeanor:
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Rebel
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| Faction:
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Anarch
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| “The rain was comin' down like all the angels in heaven decided to take a piss at the same time.”
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| Notable Stats
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| Striking Looks
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| Dexterity
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| Stamina
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| “D'ya know wha' Nemeis means? Ah rightous infliction of retribution by ahn appropiate agen'. Personified in this case by an horrible bitch... me."”
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| Specialties
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| Firearms
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Pistols
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| SKILL
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SPECIALTY
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| “She was a tramp.” “She was a human being. Let me remind you that even the most unworthy of us has a right to life and the pursuit of happiness.”.”' - The Senator 'Strangers on a train'
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| Mmmm, Music.
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Leonard Cohen - Nevermind
- The story’s told
- With facts and lies
- I had a name
- But never mind
- There’s truth that lives
- And truth that dies
- I don’t know which
- So never mind
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- Names so deep and
- Names so true
- They’re blood to me
- They’re dust to you
- Their graves are safe
- From ghosts like you
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