Samantha Thompson

Screen Name: Spots on a Peach

Full Name: Samantha Thompson

Alias(s): Sam

Age: Twenty Two



Birthplace: Georgia

Years lived in Marathon: a few months

Properties owned within city limits: No properties owned, currently rents a room above the Dive.

Properties owned outside the city limits: N/A



Notable Family ( Played characters, or NPCs you utilize in your play ): Her Father, a renowned and loved Pentecostal Pastor from Georgia who vehemently did not approve of his little Angels lifestyle and was the key reason she moved from Georgia, to Florida.

Association: Network affiliated as a dealer



Weapons ( please list where they are kept as well ): Front right pocket: Kershaw Blur.

Sam also occasionally will carry a single knuckle duster in her back right pocket.


Thanks to a recent purchase Sam now has in her possession a Beretta 92fs (Includes 3x15round mags and suppressor)
 
As well as Six M67 fragmentation grenades      that are kept in a shoe box at her residence above The Dive.

Lastly in her possession, she has two M-18 Claymore antipersonnel mines  one is rigged to the front door.



Occupation ( or however income is gained ): a Butchers apprentice at Fish Tales Eatery, as well as slinging coke for the network.

Special Talents ( sports, lock picking, juggling, etc ): Parkour (free running), Sam was quite into the fad and still occasionally finds time to indulge when and where she can. And while in High school she was known to have quick hands and sticky fingers.

Special Training ( military, fighting, medical, etc ): Currently Sam is enrolled in two separate self defense classes, one being a Krav Maga class (for beginners) and the other an MMA program offered through Titanium Gym

Licences & Certificates: An expired Georgia State Drivers license.


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Optional History ( though we encourage this! ): Sam was born in a small town In Georgia to one of the County's most respected ministers, the only daughter of five and the youngest...it really didn't come as much of a surprise that she grew up a tomboy. Her parents thought for sure that it was just a phase their little Samantha would grow out of, sadly for them. It was almost painfully cliche that Sam strayed from the flock, finding any and every excuse to skip out on church, much to her fathers chagrin. But acts of Rebellion didn't simply end with refusing to be a bible thumper, it seemed that at every turn the girl was finding a new way to piss off her parents. One by one her older brothers and the only semblance of family she felt connected to, had moved on to persue their own lives, leaving the teen to grow increasingly destructive, drinking and drug use lead to petty theft and eventually by the time her sixteenth birthday came around Sam had managed to get herself a permanent record for possession with intent to distribute and had it not been for who her father was, probably would have seen at least a few months behind bars. Time and time again, it was her fathers name that saw her safe from incarceration or any serious trouble...after all, deep down...she was still his little girl. High school soon found itself over and done and for two years the girl seemed content to waste her life away, bouncing from one pointless job to another until finally Mommy and Daddy saw fit to pressuring her just enough to enrolling in the local community college. The classes initially provided just enough of an escape to keep life in balance, but eventually Sam stopped going to school for the classes, and started going for Brittany. A sweet southern belle who could melt any farm boys heart, and somehow she managed to catch Sams eye. Who knows really, why Brittany seemed interested at all, perhaps she was just living out some of her own rebellious antics or maybe it was really love...in either case, their tryst came to an abrupt end when the Preacher caught his only daughter in bed with the blonde. The world itself seemed to come crumbling down around them...it was baffling really, he had been able to over look every last one of the girls crimes, but this was some how different...Sam had become little more than a true sinner in his eyes, and in spite of her mothers pleas...proved to be the breaking point. On a Tuesday like any other, daddy dearest came home in the middle of the day to find his only daughter sprawled out on the couch mindlessly flipping from channel to channel...a brown paper bag was tossed haphazardly her direction, only to dramatically spill its contents of stacked twenties and hundred dollar bills. Twenty thousand in cash, the money he'd been saving for college for the girl...it was her bribe to leave and never come back, and really...how could she refuse? There were no tears shed, nor words screamed in hatred...Sam simply gathered up the money, stuffed some clothes into an old backpack and left. Wayward, and aimless drifting North with cash burning a hole in her pocket made for a bad combination and in short order she found herself in dire need to get out town so to speak...and since she'd been heading north, some weird bit of logic now dictated that the girl head south. A chunk of the cash was dropped to secure herself an old chavelle clunker and off she went, crossing state lines into Florida and into the unknown.