Sam Marshall

Overview 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. Hooks Vampire The Children of the Night walk once more. Anarch It means Freedom. Guns She is a southern gal and got more than enough experience with firearms since their conception. Southern Hospitality: Don't shit on people in their homes. Rock & Metal: Its a music form she appreciates, with the heavy beats and the rebelios lyrics. Contacts No One Be the first to meet her. logs No pages meet these criteria. Beautiful, Distant Quotes "I am: What you fear most! I am: What you need! I am: What you made me! I am: The American dream! I am: All American! 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 But now the wool has been pulled over these eyes that did glisten and now that glimmer of hope won't even shine in a prism." "They can't hide you. They can't guide you. The only way to find the truth, is to find you."

The Marshall xxxxxxxxxx "Stand for something or you'll fall for anything.” vital statistics Full Name: Samantha 'Sam' Marshall Birthdate: Around the 1920's. Apparent Age: Early Twenties Occupation: Former Farmer Sphere: Vampire Clan: Gangrel Demeanor: Rebel Faction: Anarch “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!” Notable Stats Strength Stamina “D'ya know wha' Nemesis means? Ah rightous infliction of retribution by ahn appropiate agen'. Personified in this case by an horrible bitch... me."” Languages Spoke English Russian German “My. Turn.” Mmmm, Music. 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 Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads