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[indent][sup][b]Name:[/b] Samuel "Sam" Trentwell
[b]Nationality:[/b] British
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 5'8"
[b]Weight:[/b] 64kg
[b]Eyes:[/b] Hazel
[b]Physique:[/b] Slim
[b]Hair:[/b] Messy, chestnut brown
[b]Skin:[/b] Fair, often slightly smudged with grease or ink
[b]Colour:[/b] [colour=4682b4]4682b4[/colour]
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[sup][h2][color=black] P R O F E S S I O N  &  B A C K G R O U N D :[/color]
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[b]Profession:[/b] Inventor 
[b]Background:[/b] Samuel "Sam" Trentwell was born in 1878 in London’s bustling East End, the youngest of three children in a family of modest means. His father, Albert Trentwell, worked long hours as a machinist in one of the city’s many factories, while his mother, Margaret, contributed by taking in sewing work from neighbors. Their income was enough to keep food on the table, but just barely, and the cramped, soot-stained streets of the East End offered few luxuries for a growing family. Nevertheless, Sam’s childhood was filled with a vibrant curiosity that often pushed the boundaries of what their tiny household could handle.

From a young age, Sam displayed a knack for taking things apart—much to his mother’s consternation. She would often come across the dismantled remains of clocks, kettles, and even the family’s cherished oil lamp, their inner workings carefully spread out on the kitchen table. “I’ll put it back together,” Sam would always promise, and—miraculously—he usually did, often with surprising improvements. His fascination with machines and mechanisms quickly became the defining feature of his early years. While other children played in the streets, Sam could be found sifting through the scrap heaps near his father’s factory, pocketing discarded gears, springs, and bolts like treasures.

By the time he was 10, Sam had earned a reputation in his neighborhood as a boy who could fix just about anything. From broken watches to squeaky cart wheels, no challenge was too small for his nimble hands and sharp mind. His father, who spent his days surrounded by industrial machinery, quietly encouraged Sam’s interests, even sneaking home bits of scrap metal and discarded tools from the factory to feed his son’s experiments. Albert saw in Sam the potential for something greater—a life beyond the grinding, thankless labor that defined his own.

At 15, Sam secured an apprenticeship at a small workshop owned by an eccentric inventor, a man named Percival Finch. Finch was one of the few who recognized Sam’s potential, taking him under his wing and teaching him the fundamentals of engineering and mechanics. For Sam, it was a dream come true—a chance to learn from a master while immersing himself in the world of invention. The workshop became his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself in the hum of machinery and the thrill of creation.

However, Sam’s relationship with Finch was not without its challenges. The older man was set in his ways, often dismissing Sam’s more unorthodox ideas as impractical. Sam, for his part, grew increasingly frustrated with the limitations imposed on him. He wanted to push boundaries, to experiment with devices that no one else had dreamed of—portable mechanisms, multi-functional tools, and compact inventions that could revolutionize daily life. Finch, though, favored traditional designs and was unwilling to invest time or resources into what he saw as fanciful diversions.

Their partnership came to an abrupt end when Sam, eager to prove his vision, poured months of effort into creating a prototype for a pocket-sized multi-tool. The device combined a folding knife, screwdriver, scissors, and a collapsible magnifying lens—a marvel of compact engineering, at least in theory. However, during its first demonstration, the scissor mechanism jammed, and Finch’s scathing critique cut deeper than the tool ever could. “Stick to what works,” the older man had said, his tone final. Humiliated and disillusioned, Sam left the workshop, determined to forge his own path.

Over the next few years, Sam struggled to establish himself as an independent inventor. With no formal education and limited resources, he found it difficult to gain the trust of potential patrons or clients. He took on odd repair jobs to make ends meet, working long hours out of a cramped rented room that doubled as his workshop. Despite the setbacks, he refused to abandon his dream, though the rejection and ridicule he often faced began to take their toll. His multi-tool prototype, which he continued to refine in secret, became a symbol of his persistence—a reminder that failure was merely a step on the path to success.

By the time he was 23, Sam’s prospects had dwindled. The scientific community in London remained dismissive of his work, and even the repair jobs had begun to dry up. He was on the brink of giving up entirely when the letter arrived—a summons to Loudon, a distant town he had never heard of, offering a claim to an inheritance from a relative he had never known. At first, Sam was skeptical, suspecting a hoax or some elaborate scam. But as he reread the letter, something about it ignited a spark of curiosity he hadn’t felt in years. What if it was legitimate? What if it was a chance not just to escape the drudgery of his current life, but to find something meaningful—something that could validate all the sacrifices he had made?

Packing his satchel with a few personal belongings, including his prototype multi-tool and his trusty notebook of sketches, Sam set out for Loudon. He knew little about the town or the inheritance that awaited him, but he was determined to seize the opportunity, no matter what it turned out to be. For Sam, this wasn’t just a journey to claim money—it was a chance to reclaim himself, to prove that his ideas had worth and that his life could be more than a series of broken dreams and half-finished inventions.

The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in years, Sam felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps Loudon held the key to unlocking not just his potential, but his place in a world that had so often seemed indifferent to his struggles.
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[*]Pocket Multi-Tool Prototype: A foldable tool combining a screwdriver, knife blade, scissors, wrench, and magnifying lens. Ingenious but fragile.
[*]Notebook: Packed with detailed invention blueprints and sketches.
[*]Basic Toolkit: Screwdriver, pliers, and small personal tools.[/list]
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[sup][h2][color=black] P E R S O N A L I T Y :[/color]
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Samuel "Sam" Trentwell’s life revolves around his unyielding passion for science and invention. A naturally curious and intelligent mind, he thrives on problem-solving, constantly seeking innovative ways to make the world more efficient and practical. Sam approaches life through the lens of logic and reason, yet beneath his analytical exterior lies a deep appreciation for the beauty and wonder inherent in discovery. He views science as more than a discipline—it’s a form of art that reveals the universe’s hidden mysteries, sparking a quiet reverence within him for the unknown.

This unwavering belief in his abilities, however, can sometimes tip into arrogance. Sam often struggles to recognize when his ideas, however creative, might be impractical or flawed. Failure stings deeply for him, as each setback feels like a personal affront to his intellect and ambition. While these moments of defeat weigh on him, they also drive him to persevere, determined to prove both his worth and the validity of his ideas.

Socially, Sam can be an enigma. His sharp wit and dry humor make him engaging in conversation, but his tendency to overanalyze or explain things in excessive detail can leave others feeling out of step with him. Despite this, his resourcefulness and unwavering drive make him a reliable and inspiring figure, capable of turning even the most unlikely concepts into reality. He’s a man shaped by his triumphs and failures, forever seeking the next great breakthrough.
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The cards tell a tale of a young man bound on a long and winding journey. Tossed by the winds of chance, in a world that seemed more cruel than indifferent, he never received that chance miraculous aid which might have set his heart towards heaven -- nor would he. That was not his fate - your fate, boy. You have been given few blessings in this life, apart from your cautious insight and calculating mind. Whether one such as you can succeed seems a matter of chance, but I advise you that boldness is auspicious for one who has few advantages.

Cards: The Black Moon, -hidden-, The Wheel of Fortune, Eve (reversed), The Cabalist (reversed), the Monk, -hidden-

Finished Stats:
14 Vitality
12 Strength
13 Perception
12 Skill
10 General Knowledge
16 Rationality
5 Spirituality
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