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Individual
Character's full name: Kane Samuel Peterson Jr.
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Sam
Gender: Female
Age:28
Date of Birth: 10/28/1988
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Minnesota
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Bohemian/Norwegian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Sam's hair is typically short/shaven looking. When her hair does grow, it's a dark brown.
Skin Tone: Pale but can sorta tan.
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'0
Build: Pleasantly plump, not exactly in shape, rounded curves.
Visible mutation: Only when on fire
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Left hand has several scars in the palm/fingers which has limited her dexterity. Sam has several tattoos, ranging in favorite cartoon characters, mythical creatures, things that represent important lessons in her life, and some stuff just because she likes them. Sam use to have piercings and the scars of them can still be seen, but currently there are no piercings.
Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Whatever fits. Sam usually gets her clothing from donations as much as possible, men's or women's, fancy, grungy, clothing is clothing. She has been known to wear boy's clothing too if it can fit. Despite the variety of clothing, burn holes are commonly still found and there's an air of burning that permeates into the clothes.
Uniform:
Sleepwear: Whatever she wore for the day or just whatever is comfortable and available.
Miscellaneous clothing: Sam has been known to hand sew clothing to her liking, while by no means a seamstress, she's shown the patience and helped trained her limited left hand.
Character
Personality: Sam is a very emotionally guarded person, though kind and welcoming to new people. Her upbringing caused her to meet a variety of those addicted to substances and living on the streets, while she's learned the valuable skill of manipulation, trust is both difficult to gain and to put into her. Sam has learned what to display to people to her benefit, sometimes that means being 'small' and demure, scared and easily frightened. In other groups it has been better to be tough, boisterous and physical. It's always about survival, remaining under the radar, but safe and keeping anyone around her safe as well. Though she does enjoy a good joke, whether she's the one telling it, or hearing it. She has a deep belief that laughter is the best medicine. She's particular about her personal space being invaded and will take measures to ensure she has distance, strong preference to no physical touching unless she's initiated it.
Hobbies/ Interests: Sam loves to read, she could get lost in a book any day. It's one of the few things she will spend money on that isn't considered an essential. Clubbing is also a favorite for her, dancing has been a great outlet. She's gone from country bars to goth industrial, if it's got a beat or decent rhythm, she will find a way to dance to it.
Job or part time job and description: Sam doesn't technically hold a job, she wouldn't even have anything to actually place on a resume. She's done odd jobs here and there for cash, though lately she's done a few seedier things with selfies and bank transfers.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Unintentionally hurting people is her biggest thing, losing track of time.
Special talents: She's really good at eating contests and hide and seek, just saying.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Sam would probably say she was neutral, she has a soft spot for kids, vulnerable adults and animals, but for the most part she doesn't exactly go out of her way to stop something. She's walked away from crimes because it didn't concern her and she was better off for leaving it be. On the other hand she has also committed her own crimes, some in self defense, and petty things like theft. She tends to shy away from police and other authorities.
Mutations
Mutation description:
One of Sam's notable differences is her constant high temperature. While the average human is at 98.8, Sam's temperature has been on a steady incline since childhood, currently her temp has been holding in around 107. Heat doesn't seem to affect her, from hot summer days to nights huddled close to a fire. She doesn't sweat from heat like most do to cool down, though she does from exertion. Her temperature can be raised and focused to create fire that can envelope her body, as well cause other things to ignite from her touch.
Strengths: Aside from any tub can be a hot tub, Sam has shown to burn up to a little over 3000 degrees Fahrenheit (Or about 1700 degrees Celsius) reaching the capability of melting down titanium. To put this into perspective, the average funeral home uses 1400-1800 degrees Fahrenheit for their cremation purposes.
One method is something along a low simmer, just a small boost at a comfortable 150 degrees Fahrenheit can cause third degree burns in a matter of seconds and is more easily controlled and handled with minimal effort on her part. Localizing heat intensity at such a low level for herself would take a heartbeat, while her entire body to reach that stage lags behind and takes under fifteen seconds.
Sam can continue to raise her temperature until she ignites, whether this be a select body part, or her entire body, this has been observed to happen at around 480 degrees Fahrenheit. From base temperature to this takes anywhere from five to eight minutes dependent on conditions surrounding her. She can hold this temperature for nearly twenty minutes.
If she followed the gradual path of increasing her heat intensity it would take somewhere close to an hour to reach her peak of 3000 degrees Fahrenheit.
She can handle extreme weather for longer than her human counterparts by heating herself up and remaining dry.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
One of the side affects of being a human fireball is the fact that her clothes cannot withstand the heat/fire and burn right off. She wouldn't say she was ever a nudist, but she surely isn't ashamed to be naked. On top of this, she still needs oxygen and smoke can really mess that up. Another issues is that when she is completely consumed in fire, all of her hair also gets burned off. From her leg hair to her eyebrows, she's left completely bald until it grows back, which is why her hair is usually short.
Just as it takes time for her temperature to climb, it's going to take time coming back down as well, unless she has some form of assistance to force it down. Jumping into water can be great for this if it's cold, but it's a bit of a shock to her system to drastically change and could be quite painful. She's become a pro at stop-drop-and-roll as well, but fire extinguishers have also been an effective method to at least assist in helping her, well, not be on fire anymore. The less she goes up, the less she has to come back down.
Sam has to drink twice as much water as her human counterparts do for typical daily functioning, as well as consuming nearly one and half more in calories to make up for what she loses on her average day. This multiplies the more her powers come into play throughout the day.
Emotional factors can play into her powers with devastating results for all involved including herself.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Nothing unusual, not the most fit of people, but exercises regularly in the form of dancing, and can probably out squat you.
Fighting Style: Dirty street fighting, a few things here and there from self defense classes, but nothing she formally trained in.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Most find her an easy target being only 5'0, but she can throw a decent punch, not afraid to bite someone, but relies more on her abilities than her physical attributes when needed.
History Of Your Character
It was 12:38AM when Kane drunkenly stumbled into the hospital, his wife had given birth to their third child already two hours prior, but he had just found out. Due to complications, his wife hadn't even woken up from the sedation she had been put under. But he got to hold his daughter. The nurse had asked if they'd picked out a name yet for the baby, as his wife hadn't been able to. He hadn't realized the nurse told him the baby was a girl, he didn't bother to check as he filled out the paperwork. The baby was now named after him, a testament to his legacy. When his wife came to, days later, she nearly ripped out her staples wanting to hit her husband, luckily drug meds were on his side and it would only serve to become an argument between them while she looked into legally changing the name.
For the time being calling her Sam was alright, it suited her, she was a Sam. Her two older sisters teased her a lot as she got older for her name, but she had her father. Her alcoholic father. She attended public schooling and was forced into Sunday school with a Catholic church. Her father seemed to keep a close eye on her compared to his other two children, ever since one day Sam had a fever that never quite went down all the way. How Sam was always thirsty. He never said anything about it, but there was an inkling in the back of his mind.
It was no surprise that Sam would get teased at Sunday School, her sisters instigating it. It had gotten to the point that five year old Sam had been picked up by various kids, while she tried to bite and kick, that they stumbled around and knocked over some candles, and dropped her to the ground. The fire was said to be started by the candles, but the kids who saw all claimed that once Sam had been on the ground with them that the fire suddenly roared to life. It had been short lived, a sudden burst of flame that singed her hair and died out just as fast as she cried in the church.
Her father gotten her a hair cut, to get rid of all the burnt hair still there, leaving Sam with a short boy's cut and began to prep for what he knew was to come. He began hiding money, he drank more, he stashed suitcases of clothes away in places. So when another incident happened at Sam's school where a mysterious fire had happened, they were ready to go. Sam was 7 the night Kane took her while everyone was in bed, and Sam would never see her sisters or Mother again. They drove for hours and hours. It didn't matter where they went, as long as they were away it seemed. Her Father convinced her it was for the best, and explained that the fires were because of her.
Her father couldn't keep a job due to his alcoholism that would pay cash, so they took to the streets. He showed her how to survive, how to beg for money, easy jobs, how to get people to feel bad for you, to con them into things. She leaned into it, people gave a lot to a homeless little girl. They also had to be careful, because you don't go kidnapping a kid and think you'll get away with it either. Sometimes her Dad would get suspicious and they'd pick up and move, sometimes it was valid with kind people calling CPS. They bounced around and hitched rides wherever they could.
He taught her along the way about her powers though, letting her test them out, to relax, to try to understand what was happening, what triggered her and how to remain calm. This didn't always work, but he was always there with her. It wasn't until she was in her teens that it dawned on Sam that her Father must have an ability like her, he never seemed to get hurt from her and the many accidents she had with her powers. But he never divulged what it might be, simply hinted that he couldn't bare it and that's why he drank, to suppress it. But it always took more and more alcohol as the time passed.
The tipping point was when Sam's left hand would be injured. Sam and her Father would regularly steal together, the scouting had been Sam's job for years now, but he had insisted he do this one, just for old times sake, he still had a good eye after all for these sort of things! Except, he really didn't. Not anymore, not like old times. It resulted in their intended target pulling out a gun on her Father.
"Dad!" She shouted, her hands quickly rising up into the air above her head, all attention was on her, both men turned immediately to the sound of her voice. Sam had already seen the gun, taking small steps closer.
"Get back or I will shoot you!" He yelled, both hands firmly on his weapon.
"I'm just going to slowly walk to my Dad, that's it. My hands will stay in the air, I swear… Please." She didn't stop her stride, she took slow breaths in and out, focusing during her slow walk forward. Her heat increased, she could feel it build inside of her. She could melt this gun, she just had to get her hand on it. She could do that, what's a silly bullet compared to what she could do?
Her Father shifted uneasily just standing there, he looked so defeated, so old… He'd given up his battle, but knew she would be alright. He did all that he could, the best that he could, for her to survive. It was in that walk he knew he would only be a burden for her now, he could feel her as she came closer, his Little Toaster was a grown woman now. He would later ask her how old she was because he'd forgotten.
"You stop right there!" The gun was still pointed at Sam, he was nervous, it showed.
"Hey.. It's ok, I'm not doing anything friend." Sam said as she took a step in front of her Father, starting to slowly close the gap. "I can see you don't really want to shoot us, and that's great! I don't want anyone to get hurt either." She focused herself, thinking of how the heat feels rushing to her left hand, the small fine hairs began to burn on her hands.
"Stop moving or I will shoot you!" He positioned himself, steadying his hands. This nearly bald girl, while kind of weird looking wasn't going to intimidate him. Sweat slowly dripped down the side of his face, was it getting hotter in here or was he really that nervous?
"I won't hurt you friend. It's going to be alright now." Her voice was calm, sweet, she was so small anyway, what could she really do unarmed? Her right hand jutted out to the side, distracting the man, his weapon turning to follow her movements, while her heated left hand grabbed the barrel of his gun. She forced him to point it up, heat being pushed into the metal, it radiated and traveled, a loud yell as the skin of his hand began to burn. Sam had this, she swore she did, a smile was almost formed on her lips. As he tried to pull his hand away, he jerked the gun with it, squeezing the trigger as her hand caught on fire. Her hand stayed wrapped around the gun as it exploded from the heat, the chemicals in the bullets ignition system burning up.
The man had collapsed back holding his injured hand, still screaming as he looked at it. His skin had melted off and was exposed. Sam had joined in his screaming, clutching her left hand to her stomach as her whole body ignited, her temperature rising from the adrenaline rush. Her hair burned away, her clothes followed suit, the fragments that had embedded itself into her hand melted away.
Her Father stumbled over, taking off his flannel shirt, but stood a few feet back. "Come on Sam, sirens will be here soon. Breathe through it." He waited until the fire died, sirens ringing in the air, they weren't far, but they could get out in time. The house around them had taken a keen interest in the fire that was Sam, the man had passed out a few minutes ago.
Sam stood up, still clutching her hand to her body, letting her Father draped the shirt over her when she had cooled down enough. As they ran into alleys, Sam began to laugh, her Father giving her a strange look. "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."
Eventually the alcohol would consume her Father, leaving him comatose and eventually brain dead. Sam was an adult by then, having months prior turned 21. She cremated him herself and scattered them in some of their favorite places of Minnesota. Sam stayed there for a while, then moving on again, hitching rides, walking, eventually coming into having her own car. It had some issues, but nothing a manual hadn't been able to figure out. She met others who had abilities, but she never divulged her own if she could help it, otherwise she'd move on. Her 'unique' name has helped her from many actually tracking her down and only refers to herself as Sam, which most assume is for Samantha.
There was always something bothering Sam about her Father though, the life he had before she was born. He spoke of it very seldom, but little things here and there he dropped in drunken stupors always nagged her. He had lived on the East Coast most of his youth and young adult life, then suddenly he met Sam's Mother and called the Midwest home. She doesn't think she'll really find anything about him, and she knows it won't change anything either if she does, but it gives her a sense of direction of where to go.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Sam slipped her way through the people, the drunken, the sweaty, the loud people while the music blared around them. She ducked under some people and found a place at the bar with countless others. She caught the eye of the bartender, who wore only the smallest, shiniest silver shorts. She shouted out and mimed an action for water and a thank you and chugged it down faster than the girl next to her was taking a shot. Leaving her cup, she returned to the dance floor, letting the vibrations of the loud music seep into her.
A few here and there tried to dance with Sam, but she either moved away, or made them move away. This wasn't for them, or even about them. This was her moment to let everything go, to feel the music and let it come back out. She drowned out the world around her, felt the sweat form and fall, she didn't care what people would think of her, this was just a place that facilitated her need to relax.
Another five waters later and the club was winding down, the streets filling with the masses of drunks and sober rides, the desperate who didn't want to go home alone, the inebriated and the walking sick. She stretched her arms above her head as she headed out, one drunken male making a disgusted noise at the sight of her having armpit hair. She quite liked having it, so she just flicked him off and kept her arms up despite it being uncomfortable as she went to her car.
This car had seen better days, but it was like a tiny tank on wheels. The Rabbit was an older car, still made of metal before the days of plastic exteriors of cars. It rattled. It had dents. There was rust and the tan paint was chipping off in places. One of the tires was a spare and the inside honestly was worse off than anything else. The interior had been on fire at one point, the smoke smell lingered in the air even with the windows down, which you had to manually roll down yourself, the electrical panel seemed melted and it was generally surprising that the thing could even make it downhill anywhere. The most odd things in the car was the numerous fire retardant blankets, two fire extinguishers, and a small fireproof safe in the back.
The safe didn't hold much in the way of valuables, an old broken watch and ratty leather wallet, a hundred dollars at most, and a cellphone and charger. Sam had turned the phone on, the bright screen popping up and began loading everything. Swiping her finger in a pattern for the password, she opened the camera application and snapped a sweaty selfie. She analyzed it, the small uptick of a smile in the corner of her lips, the narrowing of her eyes, the slight raise of her eyebrow. She sent the picture in a text message, a number that hadn't been saved under any name or indication of the recipient, but she had it memorized. Once it was sent, she turned the phone off and placed it back into the safe.
She breathed in the night air as she climbed into her little death trap, the car starting with a whine and rolling down the window. She had a general direction of where she was headed, just east, and any road was just as good as any other at this point. The wind rushed in as she merged onto a highway, dawn eventually greeting her. It wouldn't take her long to find a nice spot to park her car for the day without tickets or towing being an issue, she'd find a homeless shelter of some sort, snag some breakfast and clothes and take in the new city and establish some connections. So many underestimated the homeless, they were easily overlooked, snubbed and disregarded.
She watched people come and go about their lives, sipping from her water bottle. A new place, new people, the clubs in such a city had to have good potential. Sam smiled to herself, "Yeah, I can do this for a while."
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