Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 6:25:37 GMT
SAMAEL DARKFIRE
"Someone aught to give him a royal spanking."
personality:
Likes
1. Adorable Kids
2. Axes
3. Breaking Rules
4. Sleeping In
5. Sausages
6. Freedom
7. Walking
8. Being Alone
9. Silence
10. Swimming
Hates
1. Authority Figures
2. Rules
3. Vegetables
4. Getting Up Early
5. Missing a Meal
6. Old People
7. Fat People
8. Whores
9. Eating Garbage
10. Gay People
full name: Samael Darkfire
age: 17
occupation: --
affiliation: --
history: Sam was born to a whore in King's Landing. Even though Sam never met his father, he simply assumed the man was a Lord of some sort. Darkfire wasn't a last name of either parent. It was just a name he made up cause it sounded cool.
Sam's mother's line of work mentally scarred him from an early age and gave him an abnormal abhorrence for adult women. His mother's job was filthy and disgusting! Who in their right mind would do those things in front of a child anyway? It was horrid! At least his nightmarish upbringing didn't turn him gay. He still had an interest in the younger girls who were usually to innocent to have any interest in disgusting things. Course, one didn't find girls that young in a harem. When Sam left home on a mother's errand and got his first look at pretty 9-year-old female on his way back, she was so adorable he couldn't keep his hands off her. He picked her up and carried her toward the harem. He didn't know it was wrong. The whores got picked up all the time and they always smiled. He didn't understand why the girl was kicking and screaming. Unfortunately, the child was a nobleman's daughter and, when Sam got caught carrying her toward a harem, he got sent on the first trip to Night's Watch.
"Samael Sinclair was flying around in his X-cepter while self-training himself in the mysteries of the Force. There wasn't necessarily anywhere he needed to go. As a Faction Sitter, he was free to do whatever he wanted. He was enslaved by no one. He was pretty much a Freelancer with the added bonus of a free monthly salary and that was the way he liked it. One couldn't go wrong with free credits. It was just plain awesome!
Sam wore a vest of Kinetic Armour with a Heavy Belt worn over it. There was a Crafting Kit inside one of the belt pouches. Attached to the belt, he had an ELG-3A near his right hip and a Vibroblade near his left hip. The ELG-3A would prove useful should he encounter a lightsaber wielding opponent. The physical bullets of his gun would be near impossible to deflect. They definitely weren't as easy to block as bright, blaster fire. The Vibroblade would be useful for cutting things. He preferred to carry his K-43 within his hands at all times, ready to be used at a moments notice should the need arrise. He was skilled with the Force. However, he didn't like to abuse his gift for unnecessary bloodshed. He preferred to reserve it only for emergencies. Keep in mind, he was only hesitant to use the Force for killing. Peaceful interactions, like healing and mind-reading, he would do freely and as often as desired.
On the floor of his X-ceptor, Sam had an A295 and a Large Backpack. He didn't use them too often. They were just there in case they were ever needed.
After a few moments, Sam picked up a distress call from the government of Thyferra. The transmission claimed the nation's Organized Crime Task Force had trouble dealing with an illicit drug market and that many lives were lost already. In an attempt to resolve the situation and save as many lives as possible, they were appealing to outsiders for help.
Sam considered the transmission for a few moments. Thyferra was considered part of the Galactic Empire as far as he was aware of, which would mean Stormtroopers. He didn't really like Stormtroopers because most Stormtroopers foolishly believed that humans were superior to all the other races. They couldn't have been more wrong. He believed all races were inherently equal, each having its own unique part to play within the galaxy. It was kind of an odd view for an Anzati to take. However, he was no normal Anzati. He was Force-Sensitive. And with great power, came responsibility.
After several minutes of consideration, Sam decided to head to Thyferra and assist as best he could. The Stormtroopers were not the one's who were in trouble. It was the common citizens who were dying. He couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He had to do what he believed was right, regardless of the risks that were involved. He wasn't aware which side of the war the Infinite Empire was on and, to be entirely honest, he didn't really care. However, that didn't necessarily guarantee the Stormtroopers would let him walk around Thyferra unharassed. They would be fools, for certain. The Galactic Empire wouldn't want him as an enemy. He was going to Thyferra in order to provide the aid that the local government requested--not cause trouble with the authorities. He expected to be treated with the respect he deserved. His entered his X-ceptor into hyperspace.
Shortly after Sam's X-ceptor exited hyperspace near the planet of Thyferra, the Thyferran Organized Crime Task Force sent him a transmission, asking him his reasons for visiting Thyferra as well as any skills or plans he may have.
Sam raised an eyebrow. It seemed a little odd that the planetary government would send out a distress call requesting assistance from anyone who was willing to offer aid, then turn around and closely monitor the ships entering into the planet. "I recently received a distress call from your government. As such, I had presumed your call for help to be an offer of employment for mercenaries. That would make supplying whatever aid I may offer in exchange for collecting some credits my reason for this visit. You will receive my skill information and plans when we meet at a more secure location--not over the com system where any hacker may be eavesdropping. Otherwise, my reasons are my own." He would come even if no pay was involved. However, he was always willing to receive payment for his work, so he kept his willingness to work for free to himself. His main reason for coming was to see if any children were being harmed by this new drug. And, if he learned this glitterstim was responsible for the murder of several youngsters, then he would put an end to the drug dealer and his minions immediately.
After he was granted permission to land, Sam entered the planet and landed his X-ceptor at the private hangar the Thyferran Organized Crime Task Force was kind enough to permit him access to. He exited the ship with the gear he had on, then headed to the briefing room.
Sam found the briefing room with little difficulty and took a seat near the back of the room. He would rather avoid drawing unnecessary attention to himself if at all possible. He sat there silently and was mindful of the Force, concentration on his surroundings. He glanced at the holomap of the city and memorized it as best he could. As the other beings who also responded to the distress call entered into the room, he would examine each and every one of them with his telepathic ability as he attempted to observe their thoughts in an attempt to determine whether or not they were trustworthy.
***
Eventually, everyone entered and took their places within the room. The briefing began. Sam sat silently and waited until the entire briefing was complete. He didn't approve of the black man's plan to release the gangster and follow him around the city. It seemed a waste of time. Why play a game of cat and mouse, when he could possibly retrieve the desired information simply by using telepathy, and, if necessary, the Jedi Mindtrick. He was quite talented with messing with minds. He considered it his specialty.
After the negro human finished his speech and joined the mercenary group. Sam decided to stand up from his chair and make himself known, if he wasn't noticed already. "Sir, where is this prisoner you speak of? I would like to meet with him, preferably alone if possible. If you are kind enough to grant me this request, I just might manage to obtain the location of Big B along with any other information you may seek provided this knowledge is known by the prisoner. I cannot guarantee I will succeed. However, it is far better than the alternative of releasing the scum to endanger the good citizens of Thyferra."
As he finished his request, Sam felt skepticism in Ken Spacer's thoughts. The man didn't think Vent, which was the prisoner's name, has ever even met Big B, much less have any knowledge about his current location. However, he had nothing against obliging the request. He would be more than happy to arrange a meeting for the two. And, provided none of the other mercenaries objected, he would even permit the two to be alone. Course, he seemed skeptical of anything the prisoner said, as if he thought the guy would say anything to get released.
Another thing Sam sensed was that this guy seemed to be genuinely interested in solving the case. He didn't seem to have any hidden agenda, beyond the normal worries of failure and potential Galactic Empire interference."
alias: Sam
time zone: Central