Basic Profile

Age : 19

Affiliation : Prometheus

Status : Alive

Role : No one knows

Personality

Traits

• She always craves peace, a place to be alone and not worry about anything happening in her life. The beach is her sanctuary.
• Full of guilt, always believes everything is her fault even when things are not. She chooses to take the blame. Kind of heart?
• Shy and quiet, yet blossoms like a flower — a cheerful bird when her heart is at peace. Fragile yet so strong.
• Can't seem to find any positive things in her life, for it seems life always turns her brightness to darkness.
• Childish, needy, for she comes with glowing eyes seeking your care and attention. Truly remarkable.
• Empathic, friendly — untainted?
• Loves the rain, the touch of water on her skin when she swims in the ocean, hearing only the sounds of nature.
• Darkness is like a hug to her, for night walks are like taking a walk in the light.
• Craves an escape from her life.
• Cries for comfort that seems so hard to come by.
• Slow-minded? Irrational? Very emotional and simple-minded, innocently.
• Being denied something leads her to not doing it again.
• Secretly wants to be kidnapped so she can escape.

Flaws

• Seeks comfort from self-harm.
• Starves herself for weeks.
• Chases death more than those on their deathbeds.
• Unable to be rational when her heart is covered by overwhelming emotions.
• Thinks with her heart and forgets she also has a brain.
• She forgets others exist.
• Disappeared when her other half needed her.

Motivations

• ...Me?

Hates

• Alcoholics
• Alcohol
• Lack of privacy
• Peace disturbed
• Being blamed for what she didn't do, yet always taking it
• Being home

Strength

• Knife

Fear

• Being forgotten
• Fears becoming fat, for she once was

Relationships

• Zeke
• Prometheus
• Nariska
• Him

Hobbies

• Taking Photos of Nature
• Being at the Beach
• Taking Walks

Backstory

Born in a house of noise, her mother enjoys drowning herself in a bottle of alcohol, as do her friends and her boyfriend. A house full of zombie-walking humans who fire sharp blades out of their mouths at Samantha. The house knows only alcohol as food. The fridge starves; it looks like a skeleton. A narcissistic mother roams the house with her mighty self in thought that whatever she takes is hers. She enters her room and steals, and when Sam finds out she took whatever wasn't hers, she pretends, plays the victim. Blames Samantha for doing so in her room. She hides food and wastes money for booze. She punches her daughter and slaps her with hate, yet she birthed her. She curses the girl for being on this world and shows others great love. Shows disappointment in her, yet she scratches the walls of her inside to tear and shape herself in ways her mom wishes. She roars at her for not being good enough, not being the child that she had given birth to. Mother's love? Tears fall and fill her room. After every night of great wondrous parties of drunkards exchanging useless words, the House looks like downtown streets. She cleans the whole town for 6 hours. Has she eaten? No, for her stomach cries and she hears not. She drowns in darkness and no one sees. She lives a life that isn't hers. The razors and knives are her helper and comforter.

Trivia

There she was in the bathroom, thoughts ran and her heart flooded. A razor? A knife? — it was in her hand. Her wrist itches, her neck itches, her heart aches. Death was calling to her, and a poltergeist touched her like the wind of the rain. Then in the night, light shined. Death left.