Samantha--Finished

[Samantha]

Samantha Marie Javner



Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.


T H E B A S I C S ;;

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First Name: Samantha
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: Javner
Nickname(s): Sam, Sammi

DOB: 6/13/1990
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight

A P P E A R A N C E ;;

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Face Claim: Miranda Lambert

Natural Hair Color:Blonde
Current Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color: Blue

Height: Five Feet & Three Inches
Weight: One-Hundred & Five Pounds

Birth Marks: None
Piercings: Ears
Tattoos: None

General Appearance: (Optional)

P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;

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Likes: (At least ten) Bar hopping, but then again, who doesn't? She's a large fan of the color black. She enjoys country music, and of course the oldies as well. Dogs are one of her obsessions. She has this tendency to chew out those who won't take care of their pets. Large trucks can catch her attention, any where, at any time. She is a master flirter, she can out flirt many. A clean house. Nothing can be to far out of place before she goes nuts about it. Driving just for the sake of driving, but she doesn't always enjoy the traffic. Her friends on occasion are fun to be around, but sometimes she just wants to be left alone. One of the things Sam loves the most about life is getting up before the city, and watching the sun. Booze, obviously.

Dislikes: (At least ten) The color hot pink, is very annoying for her. She doesn't like fast food, you'll never really see her at McDonalds or something. Obnoxious guys...self explainatory. Tiny apartments or houses. When she's getting ready to move she's going to move into a somewhat large house. Well, any cramped spaces; stores over crowded, houses under built, streets to jammed. She loves dogs, it's those little, yippy ones she can't stand...like Shitzu's. Cats. She saw cats everywhere growing up. In streets, turned into speed bumps, on sidewalks, sneaking into her house, in resturants eating the food, grocery stores. The heat. It's not like she absolutely loves -50* temperatures, but she's not a fan of 90* on up. Television. It bores her. Dumb citcoms, late night shows, early morning shows, drama crap. Shoe's. She buys one pair a year, and thats all she wants. The only reason she should need to buy a new pair of shoes, is if her old ones are torn up. If she's going to go on a date with a guy, well then they better not go somewhere that she is in a dire need of heels. Hangovers, when she gets them, which isn't often, but it doesn't make them any more fun. Drugs, pot, meth, crap like that. You wouldn't dare try to get her to take it.

Bad Habits: (at least two) Drinking, rather mouthy, and the occasional desprate need for money. Money gathered by that lonely guy walking down the road.

Hobbies: (At least two) Partying on a weekly or more than weekly basis. Walking randomly. Concerts whenever she can...and flirting.

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert!!
Personality: (Optional) Sarcastic? Very. You have to watch what you say around Sam, she might twist it, so it comes back to bite you in the ass. She finds it amusing though, and the people that know her find it amusing.
Depressed? Her dad left her when she was 13 so he could truck for his job. She saw him, when she was lucky, once a week. Her mom died in a car accident soon later. What do you think? You wouldn't be able to tell just looking at her though, even her best friends can't tell.

W H O Y O U A R E ;;

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Parents:
John Javner Where is he?
Jessica Javner Deceased
Siblings: If there are any, she doesn't know them.

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Oklahoma City, OK

Education: Hasn't been back to school since high school.

History: (At least 300 words)
Samantha, dear, she was born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. When she as a few months old, her mom, her, and her dad packed up, and moved to Las Vegas, Nevada. There is where they stayed for a decade. At that point, Jessica's, and John's marrige was beginning to go down hill. It was rare that they talked, touched, or even looked at eachother. They together wanted to be sure that their daughter didn't end up in a broken home. Within the next year they moved to the outskirts of Oklahoma City, where Sam and her mom resided so John could take up trucking, though he always returned home, the normal business hours anyways (not including the days he came home drunker than a skunk). Two years later John was gone all week, sometimes returning on Sundays, but not always. Sam's mother was driving home from the gas station one day when a speeding, drunk driver slammed into the driver's side.
So Sammi lived alone now. Of course her dads friends stopped by to make sure she was still alive, still had food, clothes. Some of them had a tendency to get alittle more friendly than others. There was that one in particular, but he usually stopped by after he had a few beers. One after another actually. In the beginning she pushed him away, but after a few months they had begun to get a whole lot closer.
As the years past, Sam forced herself to stay in school, and knew that now she had a daily visitor, who she could talk to whenever she wanted to.
When she turned 18 her father's friend decided she needed to go out and make a life for herself, and so he sent her to Seattle. Now she is trying to make herself a life all over again.

Random childhood memory:
I went outside, picking dandelion after dandelion until my whole five year-old fist was packed with them. Grinning at my flowers I brought them inside and placed them in a mug full of water before writing on a peice of paper Mom. Proud of myself, I walked out the door.
Random Memory: I sighed as I looked at the city. I was still in the outskirts, but I really wasn't all that excited about moving into Seattle, not that it mattered, I was here now anyways.
Random Fact: Sam can hold her booze better than most men...bet then again, she's been drinking forever now...

O T H E R ;;

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Living Situation: (Keep it realistic) She lives in a rented house, it isn't huge, but she would rather live on the streets than in an apartment.
Vehicle: (Keep it realistic) She drives a '50 Chevy truck... a hand me down from her dad.
Pets: She's got a dog, Mac. A pitbull.

T H E R E A L Y O U ;;

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Name/Alias:Twinney in the CB
Years Role playing: 3...I think
Random Fact: I hate cities and small towns were your every move is watched, like the one I live in is.

T H E E N D ;;

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Anything Else? I don't...think so...
Sample Post: (At least 500 words)
"How about a birthday hug?"
I got up and nodded, a smile over my face. I had been spending the night there again. It wasn't like my dad knew, he was on the road again. Probably to Florida. So many things happened after that hug, I could hardly remember what happened. He brought it up the next day, twice. I was suprised he had remembered compared to how many beers he had had that day.
Her thoughts, flashbacks swarmed in her head in just about any building she walked into. Normally she felt free around horses, but that was difficult when she knew she was here to help let go of her problems. She could bid her 'helpers' good luck. They would be capable of doing nothing with her.
"Your very beautiful. You know that? Three years can make a large difference."
I felt my body shake slightly. When I looked into his eyes there was something different focused in there. It really scared me, only it wasn't the kind of fear that shook you to your core. It was like the fear that you felt when when you saw someone, and you knew, and they knew that they were going to die. The light in their eyes had left them, you wondered where the person you knew was, and after some time, that look was familiar, and that was what scared you the most. Only he wasn't dying, not at all.
She stared down the isle, looking at the horses. The only thing she found familiar about this place. It made no sense to her, how one person could help another person with their problems. If they were going to have their own problems, they would have to get through it themselves. Human interaction was never going to help.
His lips traveled down my neck slightly as I looked away from him. His hands seemed to be everywhere. He did not just have two. Or maybe he did, but my mind was too confused to be able to figure out where exactly both of them were.
Sam walked to one of the nearest horses, her hand moving out to it. If she could just be left alone, away from the other humans crawling over this place, maybe she could come out of her depression. With the help of the humans, she would probably come out as bright and shiny as she was right now.
I looked to him again, aware this time where a hand was, I leaned away.
"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?"
I frowned. I was a bit confused. I didn't want to offend him, disappoint him, hurt him, but I was scared. "At least calm down a bit."
And he did.
She rubbed the horses neck slightly before she walked back out from the stables. She was waiting for somebody to come and tell her what to do. She hoped she wouldn't be here, alone, for too long. Sam was beginning to grow restless. She needed something to do.
And he kept me from going insane. He let me know somebody just might care. He kept me alive when no one else could.

[Mercedes James]

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