Grady, Samantha
Sept 3, 2014 14:52:54 GMT -7
Post by Sam Grady on Sept 3, 2014 14:52:54 GMT -7
SAMANTHA GRADY
| NAME Samantha Emer Grady ALIAS Sam, Grady, [censored], Samnang. AGE 24 DATE OF BIRTH 11/11/2557 GENDER Female | PLAY BY Alexa Davalos SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Herself OCCUPATION Best Gorram Pilot in the 'Verse PLACE OF BIRTH Angel, Kalidasa. |
HEIGHT
5'6"
WEIGHT
128 Lbs.
HAIR
Brunette, past shoulders, wavy, tangled.
EYE COLOR
Green.PHYSICAL BUILD
Wiry, muscled, lithe.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
--Black, skeletal and dull metal make up Sam's replacement left forearm. Visual
--Also has a tattoo just at the top of her backside that is simply the hanzi "什么" / Anything.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Just a young, wiry and wild former pirate with curly hair and the odd nicks and scars. Oh, with a metal arm. Nothing special.
CLOTHING STYLE
*Always wears a pair of leather bracers/gloves that conceal her forearms and half her hands; to protect her arm from getting things gummed up in the works.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
What can I say? Sam is a lewd, crude and rude semi-reformed space pirate with a weird streak of loyalty and a self-serving manner. Sam only really cares about what benefits her, and lives in the here and now. She has a very direct, to-the-point manner and doesn't hold back on saying what she's thinking. This leads to her running her mouth an awful lot and more than likely offending anyone that could be offended. That said, despite her slight lack of discipline and dislike for the law, she's easy to remind about the chain of command, and quick, stern words will get her back into whatever kind of line there is on the crew. Flying is her passion, and feel sorry for anyone trying to forcefully take that away from her. Sam has an affinity for anyone that tries to go against the odds and kick some ass. Can also be a little bit childish at times.
| FATHER Tomas Grady, 52, smuggler, neutral. MOTHER Frieda Danes, 21 at death, neutral. SIBLINGS None that she knows of. OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES Same as above. | SIGNIFICANT OTHER Nope. CHILDREN Hell no. OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS --Marlon Loomis; Formerly the last leader of the Red Nova pirates. Now he's a shady black market dealer on Beaumonde. Hun Dan. PETS Used to have an old stray that followed her around on the streets of Dis. Affectionately named 'Dog'. |
BACKSTORY
--Reckless Abandonthe beginning
Angel. It was a world of the worst kinds of people. A backwater slum planet covered in neon lights, various shady dealings and it's own underground. A black market for whatever illegal tastes you might have. Samantha was born to an unmarried couple. Frieda Danes and Tomas Grady. Her mother was strung out on various chems and stims. Whatever drugs were around on Angel. Tomas was a local smuggler with this own little cargo hauler. Frieda tried to get clean when she found out she was pregnant, but it never really stuck... the addiction had her too bad. When Sam was born, Tomas swept her away so she didn't fall into the same fate, and kept her on his little ship. So she grew up on the knee of a less-than-legal man, who did what he could to survive on Angel, and then provide for his child. There was probably an underlying resentment; like he didn't ask for this, but actually did love his daughter. Frieda died when Sam was still young and would never know the woman. The drug abuse had finally taken it's toll on her increasingly weak health.
Sam got to know the streets of Angel's capital well. The city of Discord, or just "Dis" was a prime example of life on Angel. Tomas didn't really shield her from anything when she hit her teens. The quickest way to survive here was to start early. There were also the smaller planet of Zephyr that spun the same orbit - that Tomas' ship would frequent. So Sam's domain was stretched from one planet to the other. This was her life for a while. She ran the streets with various other tearaways, suffered the good and bad of what a person could do to another. She also found an unlikely companion in an old stray. Just some scruffy golden retriever she called 'dog'. The mutt actually helped her out a few times. Biting folks, scarin' 'em off. That sort of thing. It didn't last, and Sam would never admit to shedding a tear when she woke up to find the old thing had passed on. At least it was more peaceful and quiet than the rest of folks around Discord. When she hit 16, and after the last year or so of her badgering her father, Tomas caved and taught her how to fly. Watching him was always going to spark some interest in her. So he made her his co-pilot, and had her working on jobs with him. She took a cut of the profits, she learned how to fly... But it wasn't... enough.
--The "Lucky" Onethe middle
Kids can have some pretty dumb ideas, and there was no kid dumber than Sam Grady. Tired of being so restricted, she wanted the whole gorram 'verse at her fingertips. This led the eighteen year old to get her ass on a ship to nowhere - to everywhere. She was out on the rim and in the worse kinds of places. This was all pretty much the equivalent of running away to join the circus, but without the circus, and instead all the undesirables that would take a stupid teen onto their crew. It was rough, and dangerous as hell. Sam quickly learned to be quite scrappy, brash and to always pack a weapon. The kid was always toting something hidden, and sharp. Where did she end up? Dukkha. In a bar, surrounded by the best kind of scum - i.e. the worst. And fighting for her life. That was when she met Marlon Loomis and the rest of the Red Nova pirates. With their fast junker of a ship, the Nyx, they never really had a pilot that could put it through it's paces. She'd heard rumours about them, these pirates, and about their life. It sounded like the best idea. It took a lot of proving. A lot. But Samantha was persistent. She was tenacious. And she wasn't taking 'get lost, kid' for an answer. Marlon gave her a chance - with any luck she'd get herself killed, right? Her flying skills impressed. After one such debacle. The Novas were raiding this junkyard of a coastal town on Lilac. It was supposed to be unguarded. These places pretty much took care of themselves, after all. When the Novas rolled in, it turned into a small warzone. A rather formidable mercenary company had taken up residence within the city for a hefty sum of protection money. It involved quite the getaway, with the crew pined down with no way out, Sam came to them and practically dropped the ship down on top of them. The Nyx took some hits, but in the end everyone made it out. The nickname Samnang became her actual name amongst the crew. It meant 'Lucky', and she definitely appeared to be just that. There were a lot of times when she should've died, or got them all killed, but they always managed to scrape by.
Space pirates were always at odds over raiding territory. Sometimes, for some of the groups, it was hard to tell how much closer they'd get to 'Reaver' status. But the Novas were always clear on one thing - it was about the money. Okay, so sometimes it was just for the fight, but they had to stay busy somehow. One time... Samnang wasn't so lucky. The fight that would end her career, a bad raid where all hands on-board were needed outside. Sam went out on jobs from time to time. She was quick at getting to the cockpit and offworld. This time, though... something went wrong. Sam was caught in an explosion. Her left arm was crushed beneath a strut, damaged beyond repair. Their "doctor" - used in the loosest sense of the title possible - had to amputate it. There was nothing more that could be done. From the elbow down, Sam had nothing. Always a fighter, though, she wouldn't admit it was over. She tried to fly one-handed. It wasn't the same. She was slow, it was hard to react. The Novas almost dumped her off somewhere, but then Marlon came up with an idea. He had a contact - on Angel of all places. A back-alley surgeon... and mechanic. A month later, Sam was recovering from surgery. A metal, skeletal arm attached to where she'd been left with a stump... It was... it was new. Something new to deal with. Took a lot of adjusting and still, it was never going to be perfect. Sam's abilities only suffered a little if it played up on her.
And yet? That wasn't as bad as what happened later on. The Novas were caught in many a skirmish. Whether it was just getting caught up in the conflicts of other worlds, or with rival pirates. The Nyx was forced into an emergency landing on some little isolated dustball. The fighting lasted a few hours - and then the worst of the worst happened. Reavers. A small ship of them literally crashed the party. The only survivors? Sam and Marlon. Both escaped on the rival gang's ship. The rest is just... history.
--Same Old, Same Oldthe present
With the Novas lost, their ship totalled, Grady discarded her little nickname and ended up back on Angel. Her old man was still alive, and offered her work. She took it. Life seemed a little hollow again. Back full circle to the start. She didn't talk about what was past. Grady just did the cargo work she was given and that was that. To take the edge off of life, she took to pit-fighting in the slums. Lasted for about a year before she would've done anything to be out in the 'Verse again. That pretty much involved jumping ship, and getting on the next transport out of Dodge - or Discord - and now she does just about anything to get by. Within reason.ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The drip drip drip of leaky, rusted pipes had to be the only real sound in the tomb that was this place. Dreary, damp-streaked concrete walls surrounding on three sides, and then the lines of orange-coloured metal bars that ran horizontally and vertically. No high-tech go se. That'd be too fancy for a small, backwater prison like this. No sir. Legs were huddled up under her chin, grubby, filthy hair and dirty face visible in the din. Her clothes were torn and stained. The clank in the distance signified a riot baton beating against the bars of the cells down the line. The object scraped along to wake up anyone still thinking they had the privilege of sleep.
Drooped lids snapped back open, and the wiry form untangled from her curled-up state, sliding up the wall to stretch and groan with the stiff pain. There was a numb, deadened feeling of this weight at her left side, the limb dangling uselessly. They'd deactivated it, of course. That spidery black-metal arm generally rather painful at the connection between it and flesh. Mostly from the feedback she was getting from it being mostly broken right now. But it just made her angrier. More eager to get her own pack on these ta ma de hun dans.
One arm was looped through the bars, rested on one of the horizontal ones crossing through them. A smirk was forced onto her face as the 'warden' came on by. A glance of disdain for Samantha Grady as he saw her up, awake and actually kind of alert.
"Mornin' Rivera. How's th' lil' lady?" Grin widened just a touch.
"Quiet, Grady." The burly, ugly sumbitch muttered, rattling the bars with the weapon in his grip.
"She must be feelin' awful good with you workin' in here and her workin' out her kinks with all the local boys in th'town." The grin didn't lessen. It was smug, unrelenting. She needed to get her licks in for the day. Had to feel something or do something about all this anger.
Rivera whirled around, hands gripping the bars either side of her face as he leaned in, breath stinkin' up the air immediately. His face was all fire and fury, and definitely about to open up her cell and wipe that go se-eating expression off her face.
"Rivera!"
"WHAT?" He snapped.
"Open up 'er cell. Money's been paid."
At that, both Sam and Rivera balked in surprise. Ta ma de?
The other guard-- Simmons-- made his way down the corridor, just out of sight with whoever he was leading down with him. Sam pressed close to the bars, eyes squinting to try and make out who the gui would bother to pay for her release. A part of her expected her old man to come into view with a few good words for how stupid a kid she still was, or make her swear to pay him back, but that wasn't who she saw. The gritty trench coat was the first sign. Tangled dreads was the second. Hands rested within the man's pockets as he stood before her. Sam backed up from the bars pretty quick-like. There was a twisted little snarl on her face. She glared, defensively keeping her distance from this whole scenario.
"Hey there lil' birdie." It was someone else's turn to grin.
"The ta ma de you want, Marlon?" Grady snapped a little too viciously for someone who'd just had their 'bail' paid for them.
"Now, now, Sammy. Is that any way to say thank you?" It was then that spring-loaded pistols popped out of the sleeves of his jacket. The two guards were dead before they even realised what had just happened. Amateurs.
"You got me a jailbreak. You actually read my Christmas list." She snarked, watching him open up the cell, then move on to opening all the others like the good Samaritan he was. He snorted at her comment, and she armed herself with whatever Rivera had been carrying, and then whatever both he and Simmons had in their pockets.
Marlon's only response was to turn around and thumb a little device in her direction. It released the electronic lock on her arm with a firm zap of terrible pain up her arm. It made her cry out and sink down to her knees, but at least she could wiggle the fingers now. A stream of deadly curses left her lips, but the former pirate captain was already dragging her to her feet.
"C'mon. Shake it off. Didn't come all this way jus' to get killed for this."
Which rose the question of, "Why the gui did you come here?"
He didn't answer.
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