Samantha (Sam) Requirs! My personal fav xD Age~ 21 Gender~Female Sexuality ~ Pan Species~ Human Description~ hErE wE gO- wavy brown hair that falls to her shoulders. It’s almost always poofed up a bit, and it’s nearly impossible to style, so she leaves it down most of the time. She’s not exactly… tall, just not super short either. About 5’ 10”. Dark, chocolate brown eyes, with thick eyelashes and heavy eyeliner most of the time. A beauty Mark just under her right eye, with a muscular figure and sharp jawline. There’s a strong scar down her cheek, reaching just to where her collarbone is. Role~ Pirate/ bounty hunter. She’ll do pretty much anything if it means money. Strengths~ She’s extremely agile, and hard to catch. Rather fl1rty as well, with a talent for irritating people. Persuasive. Extremely strong fighter as well. Clothing~ A long, black sturdy coat with silver buttons and lined with lace. A blue vest and a tattered white shirt underneath. Simple long black pants that flares out a bit at the bottom. She normally wears a wide-brimmed brown and black hat with a white feather in the brim. A single golden hoop earring, along with a silver chain around her neck that she often toys with when she’s fl1rting with somebody she finds especially attractive. Study black boots and a good amount of belts, along with a sheath for an ornarte s@b3r. Personality~ Jack Sp@rr0w, but only slightly less dr^nk. Fl1rty, persuasive, unafraid off most anything. Very good at running from people, sarcastic, and will do anything to get what she wants. Backstory~ We’ll keep it at… She realized at a young age that she had to fight to survive. Does R0m@ntic Sam exist? We’ll see-
Picrew! :) “It’s always ‘sea monster’ this and ‘peg leg’ that. The true definition of a pirate? Whoever can live the longest.” “Oh, please, darling, I’m hardly /that/ specific.” Quicker than a flash, She pulled out her s@ber and pressed it against his neck, the tip of her bl@de threatening to dr@w bl00d. “Call me Samantha one more time. I dare you.” “Oh, you thought I was bluffing! Well, most of the time I am. But just now? Oh, no, that was truth!” “I swear….” She pulled down one of the posters with her face on it. “They just can’t decide where to put my eyebrows.” “Now…” She placed three fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” She murmured. “You can call me whatever you’d like.”
