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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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- 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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- Rock & Metal:
Its a music form she appreciates, with the heavy beats and the rebelios lyrics.
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| Contacts
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No One
Be the first to meet her.
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| No pages meet these criteria.
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| Beautiful, Distant
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| Quotes
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I am: What you need!
I am: What you made me!
I am: All American!
I am: The American dream!
I am: Living the dream!
I am: What you fear most!
I am: Anarchy!
"The state we live in ain't the way we envisioned. When we were babies there were so many ways we were left wishing."
"They can't hide you. They can't guide you. The only way to find the truth, is to find you."
"You know the saying ‘What doesn’t kills you makes you stronger.’? Well, I got a better one. What doesn’t kills you better run damn fast away."
So I was hiding to have some pudding in a cave hideway... shared by a bear. The bear severely injured me.
To clarify, the cave was shared, not the pudding.
Note: This may be why the bear attacked.
"Oh Good grief! *eyerolls* Ah.. Fuck.. Youwch. I think I rolled my eyes so hard I saw the inside of my own butt.”
"Power reveals what one would do if one had the authority to do it."
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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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Former Farmer
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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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| “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? I don't give a damn if you say you disapprove I'm gonna make my move, and I'll do it 'cause it's what I want to fucking do!”
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| “D'ya know wha' Nemesis means? Ah rightous infliction of retribution by ahn appropiate agen'. Personified in this case by an horrible bitch... me."”
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| “My. Turn.”
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| Mmmm, Music.
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Country Roads
- I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me
- The radio reminds me of my home far away
- Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin'
- That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday
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- Country roads, take me home
- To the place I belong
- West Virginia, mountain mama
- Take me home, country roads
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