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Name:
Samira Darzi
Aliases:
Sam, DZ, Darz, Iranian Barbarian.
Age:
33
Birthday:
May 25th
Ethnicity:
Iranian
Birth Place:
Miami, Florida.
Location:
Miami, Florida.
Gender:
Female
Major/Minor:
Bachelor's fire science degree. EMT certification.
Occupation:
Part-time firefighter, part-time fitness coach.
Languages:
English written and spoken. Spanish spoken.

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Height:
5"3
Weight:
125
Build:
Muscular
Eyes:
Deep Brown
Hair:
Dark Brown
Skin Tone:
Fair complexion
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Sam has a full black and white sleeve on her right arm: On her shoulder and down her tricep there is a lion's head, followed by a medieval shield on the inner part of her bicep near her armpit. Down her bicep near the inner part of her elbow, there’s a skull with a rose next to its head. On her forearm there's a guardian angel dressed as a medieval knight; his head is bowed in prayer and both of his hands are resting on the hilt of his sword, angel wings spread on either side of his body. There is a dove on top of her forearm, next to the knight and next to them is a wooden cross and rays of sunlight shines on both them.

She also has the rebel alliance symbol tattooed on the back of her neck. it's quite old, faded and it's fairly low quality.

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Caring * Impulsive * Charismatic * Egotistical

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sam is the kind of person that could make anyone feel at home with a smile that draws you in and a charming personality that gets you hooked from the first sentence. She's an extrovert, through and through, and it shows how easily she welcomes anyone with open arms and an even bigger heart. Everyone's family and nothing is more important to her than those around her. Sometimes though she'll retreat to have some peace and quiet, but she'll be back before you notice with a fury of good-natured jokes.

Sam is not easily angered or agitated, she is usually cool and calm in most situations. She's mastered how to defuse most tense situations with a joke or a swift change of subject that almost goes by unnoticed. In order to get on Sam's bad side, someone would really have to work at it, but she does have a short fuse when it comes to negativity and people who are quick to give up. If there is something she cannot stand its laziness, there is no excuse not to do anything when you can at least try.

This extroverted exterior seems perfect and shiny, but on the inside, Sam is a bit of a mess. She thinks too much, way too much, about pretty much everything. She sees improvement everywhere and would like to fix everyone, sometimes calling those mistakes out-loud has gotten her caught into a few heated arguments with close friends and members of her family. But perhaps her biggest flaw is believing everything can be fixed and that everyone can change.

Habits: When Sam finds herself with nothing to do she'll clean or find something to fix or tamper with. She also always analyses why people do or say certain things to get a better idea of how they think.
Hobbies: Training (Crossfit, weightlifting) and cooking are two of Sam's favorite ways to unwind.
Fears:

• Lossing a loved one
• Vulnerability; being perceived as weak by others and herself, both mentally and physically
• Being taken hostage

Likes:

• Animals
• Crossfit
• Honesty
• BBQ Chips
• Leading
• Jokes/Laughing
• Strawberry Smoothies
• Star Wars
• Winning arm wrestling matches
• Metal, the kind you trash to.

Dislikes:

• Running
• Smoking
• Laziness
• Bacon
• People who chew their food loudly
• Waking up before the sun rises
• Being hungry
• Clutter

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Safely extracting people from buildings that are burning and/or falling down
• Assessing a person's medical distress and stabilizing it
• Advanced Anaerobic and aerobic capacity
• Trained with Fire axes, crowbars, pry tools, hooks, hammers, bolt cutters and other tools of the firefighting trade.

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Attacking and defending with a knife
• Building temporary shelters
• Hunting small animals
• Reading people
• Scavenging for resources
• Shotgun

Current Supplies:

• Current clothing - blue skinny jeans, black T-shirt, black firefighter work boots, weathered dark brown leather belt (beer opener on the underside of the buckle), Dark blue Firefighter light hooded jacket.
• Brown fire axe holster
• Fire Axe
• Black medium sized single strap military backpack
• Fitness tracking watch
• BCAA's (400g)
• Shaker bottle
• Protein bars
• M4 Tactical Shotgun w/flashlight (her fathers)
• 2 boxes of shotgun shells (24 shells)
• Basic medical emergency kit (scalpel, gauze, needle for stitching, etc.)
• Paracord Bracelet

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Your First Walker Encounter:
The first time Sam encountered a walker was on her birthday. She was working that day and lucky for her the fire station's birthday ritual was to make the person being celebrated run 3 laps around the building. On her first lap, she spotted a homeless man by the dumpster, on her second she swore he was eating a rat, on her third her fears were confirmed when he turned his bloody screech towards her. She stood frozen for what seemed like a long time but in reality it was just a few seconds. She was able to dodge him and run back into the station, where cheers erupted. Her colleagues heartily sang happy birthday to her while she attempted to catch her breath and tell them what she had seen behind the station. The party was abruptly interrupted by the crazed man and all hell broke loose. Sam ran for the nearest fire axe and closed her eyes as she plunged it deep into the man's skull.

History Before Outbreak:
In school, Sam excelled in math and science so her parents pushed the idea that she should become a doctor. She didn't hate the idea, but she didn't love it either, yet her parents kept fueling the fire. They were happy, so she was happy. Sam was very smart, but she also naturally athletic and drawn to running track because she was good at it, not because she enjoyed it, but found her passion for Olympic lifting soon after. She competed all throughout high school and even college, but when her coach made it clear that without taking anabolic steroids she wouldn't go further into this sport she quit immediately. Feeling empty at the loss, Sam entered a Crossfit gym and fell in love with lifting all over again.

Sam's four years of hard work as a medical student paid off as she received a full scholarship and promise of a residency at a local hospital. Everything was going great, once again she dominated, but the unexpected loss of her mother and her grandmother back to back was like a sucker punch to the gut. She fell into a deep depression and even dropped out of her residency when there were a few months left until completion. She realized that pursuing a job where losing people hourly was commonplace wasn't for her.

Her father, a military man, would have loved for her to follow in his footsteps. Yet, year-long tours overseas was too much of a commitment for Sam at the time. She decided to compromise and passed both the written and physical exam for the police academy admittance, but in the end, she still felt that her talents would be wasted in driving around in a vehicle all day. Sam began feeling more hopeless than ever, without a prosperous future ahead of her, yet there wasn't anything she could see herself doing for the rest of her life. Her life turned around when her good friends shoved a firefighter recruitment paper into her hands. It was the perfect job, part-time too so she could continue coaching at her Crossfit gym on the side.

She completed her fire science degree in a year and a half and also received her EMT certification after 300 of courses and practice. It was the perfect job, at least, until the outbreak forced her out of the normalcy of her life she had established and driven her out of the city she had grown in.

History Since Outbreak:
Sam remained at the station with the rest of her colleagues until they exhausted their food and water supplies and were thus forced to leave the safe brick walls and venture out into this brand new world. Sam was one of the first to volunteer to scavenge for food and report back with news on how the rest of the city was doing.

At first, Sam was completely distraught to see the city in shambles; fires everywhere, abandoned cars littered the streets and made moving around this concrete jungle much harder with 50 pounds on your back and a horde of crazed people hot on your tail. Though Sam grew quickly accustomed to it, she was used to the exertion, welcomed it even. She scavenged for the station for a few months, but the thoughts of her father's whereabouts in all this chaos was eating at her. She needed to know if he was safe, so one day she dropped off her biggest payload of scavenged goods, grabbed her axe and left in search of her father.

Sam found him after a few weeks of traveling alone, he had been leading another group of survivors out of the city. She wasn't surprised to see him offer protection to a group of people in times like this, Sam had always loved his bravery and hoped she was as half as brave as he was. Even though they worked hard to set rules for the group, it got smaller and smaller. They decided to go against her father's advice and leave to scavenge and explore alone. None of them ever made it back and Sam and her father both knew they would never be back.

She and her father survived alone for almost 2 years, he taught her how to properly build shelters as they often camped in lower populated areas free of those...walkers. One night, one of her father's 'recon' mission, as he liked to call them, didn't go according to plan and they were separated. Hordes of walkers between them and no way to go around. They decided to part ways for now, but they both promised to find each other again. At least that's what Sam think he was saying with hand signals. She's now all alone, with her own demons, and she soon noticed that her demonds were the loudest.

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Character Quote: Do or do not do. There is no try.
Theme Song: Move (keep Walkin') - Toby Mac
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 27
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: Failure to save them from a fatal wound.
Anything Else: She's a cat person.
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