Description
Samantha, or Sam, is average height, with a full chest. She Her blonde hair is in a short bob, which she dutifully brushes but never takes the time to style or play with. She normally wears an innocent, amiable smile, but when she lets her guard down her dark brown eyes can stare right through you and into your soul. She likes simple, practical clothing but usually wears the low-necked shirts, short shorts, skinny jeans, and fancy jewelry of most teen girls in order to blend in.
Personality
Sam, at heart, is an intense, cunning, and intelligent person...but barely anyone gets to find that out. Sam doesn't really trust anyone that much and puts up a facade of cheerfulness and sweetness. Her "friends" at school think she is nice, fun, maybe a bit naive, but just your average pleasant girl. Not mean or popularity obsessed at all. Nobody ever suspects the "normal girl" of anything, allowing her to run circles around her family, teachers, and anyone in her way. She cheats constantly in school, not because she can't do the work but because she enjoys the challenge and would rather teach herself to spy than learn the drivel her teachers spew out. She considers herself as simply a spy under very deep cover, and plans to work for the FBI someday. She is very cynical about life in general and believes that the only way to get anything done is to do it yourself.
History
Her father was a war veteran... everyone talked about how brave he was, and nobody mentioned how scary it made him. He had nightmares about the war, and they made him lash out at his family and friends. He never hurt her or yelled directly at her or anything, but she was still young, and he was moody and unpredictable, and he scared her. Her mother was too wrapped up in taking care of him to notice her, so with nobody else there Sam turned to herself. She became completely detatched from her outside appearance, never saying what she really thought, pretending to take part in one conversation while listening in on another. For her, it worked just fine.
So begins...
Samantha Dee strolled into the crowded bar, looking for something to do. She spotted a guy who looked about her age. He seemed sad, but strikingly handsome-except for his burnt, broken hand. Oh well, they can't all be perfect, she thought. Now-should I approach this guy as myself or as cheerful Samantha?
Samantha Dee decided to approach him as herself-he didn't seem the type to talk to bubbly, airheaded girls. What cute blue eyes; at first she had thought they were green, but that must have been a trick of the light. She started walking toward him-lost her nerve-bought a drink-and approached him after she'd drunk enough to get witty, but not enough to get stupid. "Hey, dude," she said. "How's life?"
Samantha Dee walked along, smiling to herself. It was such a nice day, she had just finished another successful mission, and she could relax a little. The streets seemed to be empty except for her. She didn't mind, though-it was better than the usually noisy bar. She looked into some of the windows of the stores, admiring the gleaming weapons. Maybe she would get herself a new dagger soon. She needed one, and really, she deserved one. Who else could learn what she could while seeming as normal as she did?
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Man this city is HUGE!
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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