Sampson Dubois
"My gun goes to the highest bidder, and I hear you have deep pockets."
General Information
Name:
Unknown
Nicknames:
Sam, Sammy, Southland, Frenchman
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Place Of Origin:
New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Age:
Estimated 27
Date Of Birth:
Unknown
Scent:
Soap, with a slight hint of coffee.
Relationship Information
Relationship Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Partner:
None
Family:
None known
Pets:
"Jimmy,” a young, black-haired mutt that Sampson found while he was bleeding in a ditch on the side of the road during his assignment on the front of the Second Omnic Crisis. The animal was shot, but licked Sampson’s wounds as he did his best to bandage its side. Since then, Jimmy has always been a faithful traveling companion. All the same, Sampson leaves him on base during missions. Jimmy's taken enough bullets.
Other:
⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜
Personal Information
"Look, we’re already shooting 'em. There’s certainly no need to be malicious about it."
Personality:
♦ Sardonic ♦ Tactful ♦ Professional ♦ Optimistic ♦ Attentive ♦ Gregarious
Sampson is a man of means in the world, and has made and lost fortunes quicker than most men finish the interview process. He has morals, and would be appalled if you thought otherwise, but most of them have to do with legal tender. Once you have him on payroll, he’s a dream to work with. No questions asked, no ulterior motives. He’s a professional. Off duty, if you want to talk, he’ll happily take the time to listen. Hell, he’ll make a fresh pot of coffee for you while Jimmy snuggles up beside him. It’s almost enough to make you forget that the same morning he was plugging his last employer’s chest full of lead, the same warm smile under his mask.
If loyalty is a question, look no further than the top dollar. As long as he gets paid, Sellsword would carry you to the moon and back.
Likes:
✔ Reading
✔ A job well done
✔ Long walks on the beach at night
✔ Hot beverages of all kinds
✔ Good humor
✔ Animals. Including Spiders
✔ Paychecks
Dislikes:
✘ Negativity
✘ Hot weather
✘ Smoking
✘ Complications
Hobbies:
Sampson likes to get to know people, making connections on a personal level as he does business. He’s talkative, and has a sort of warm, relaxed air about himself. It also doesn't hurt that he's a fairly practiced chef, at this point.
Strengths:
⚜ Sampson isn’t easily shaken. He’s seen years of war, pain, and death, and made a profit through it all by keeping a level head when others would panic. The nanites in his blood stream don't hurt, either.
⚜ Loose ends being signs of sloppy work, Sampson finishes what he starts. That being said, he knows that some opponents are above his caliber, and understands that sometimes you have to maim instead of kill.
⚜ Sampson does his homework and isn’t afraid to hit below the belt. Give him some intel and a week to work, and he’ll have your parents locked in a basement full of claymores and venomous snakes.
Weaknesses:
☠ Sellsword is an ambush fighter, and prefers to deal with his opponents on an unfair playing field. Catch him in the open and his options are limited.
☠ Intensely thorough, Sellsword doesn’t leave business unfinished. If he’s on the payroll, failure is not an option. At least not one he’ll accept without a painful, drawn-out fight.
☠ Despite his attitude and all his professionalism, Sellsword is still human. Though his infusion heals most tissue damage over time, a headshot can still end him. And the prosthetic arm came from somewhere.
Brief Biography:
Born in raised in the Louisiana bayou, "Sampson Dubois" started off life as a poor child with a taste for the finer things in life and a penchant for getting in trouble. Naturally, it wasn’t long before Sampson got caught up in the more seedy elements of New Orleans. Surviving scuffle after scuffle, he feel deeper and deeper into the criminal world until he outright joined a small mercenary corp. After the fall of Overwatch and the rise of Talon, there were many rich benefactors who felt it was nice to have a few guns-for-hire on hand.
Sampson worked as a high-end mercenary for a decent bit before the start of the second omnic crisis. Like the rest of his crew, he joined with Volskaya for the obvious reasons. Good pay, good work, and hell, they were starting to look like the good guys for once. Unlike his allies, however, Sampson saw the true strength of the Omnics not in their armor or their weapons, but the fact that they didn’t break rank like normal men. They just fought and fought until they were scrap or men were dead, and they never had casualties. You couldn’t wound an Omnic soldier, he’d just self-repair. Realizing that the standard firearms he had grown used to wouldn’t be as effective against these foes, Sampson picked up unconventional weaponry and began studying the art of war in full.
After leaving Volskaya, Sampson traveled the world for a time, working here and there and piecing together his arsenal.Having heard of the effects of Dr. Angela Ziegler’s research before, Sampson spent some good time researching the supposed results in Talon’s own Reaper. After a few years and a few favors, he was injected with an experimental solution close to what saved Reyes. Though it ravaged his body with horrible pain at the time, the results were well worth it, allowing him to recover from all but the most lethal wounds.
Though his research into Reyes is done, Sampson is still a devout student of war. Fancying himself a decent strategist and now armed to the teeth, Sampson takes on the jobs others wouldn’t and couldn’t handle. Some may be out for guts and glory, but Sampson’s goals are a little simpler. He enjoys the finer things in life, and seeks the funds to keep himself rich and happy for a long time. Talon is a means to an end, but right now? They’re the highest bidder.
Organisation information
"Remind me why none of you wear helmets again?"
Organisation Alias
Sellsword
Organisation Affiliation
Talon
Base of Operation
Los Angeles, US
Previous Base Of Operation:
Siberia.
Battle Type/ Role:
Defense
Occupation (Currently):
Mercenary, Working with Talon
Occupation (Previously):
Mercenary, Working with Volskaya Industries
Abilities
"See, it’s weird. You set up the ambush, and they just sprint into it anyway! They rush onto the heavily guarded payload and stand there. Getting shot."
AK-99 Usurper-Plus
Kalashnikov had a good design, and it took the Russians several years before they were satisfied with its state during the Omnic Crisis. This powerful rifle fires electrically charged rounds in either semi- or fully automatic rates of fire for greater accuracy or volume as needed, designed to plow through the circuits and shields of omnics as easily as the flesh of a man.
M93 Anklebiter
Shaped a bit like a small discus packed with a spring and a shrapnel charge, this grenade kicks off the ground and explodes at waist level a few seconds after thrown, or at the press of a small switch Sampson keeps on his person. Unlike a normal fragmentation grenade, the shaped charge inside blows outward in a flat circle instead of a sphere, sending out razor sharp shrapnel and knocking nearby enemies onto the ground briefly when their legs are knocked out from under them.
Mailbreaker
Having gotten a little too close to big men in armor before, Sampson carries a two-foot long, plasma-charged blade in his right (now prosthetic) arm, springing out and lighting at a moment’s notice. The triangular sword pierces through armor like butter, but requires him to get up close and personal to his enemies in a world full of bullets. On the bright side, it’s not the kind of thing that heals easy.
Passive: Does His Homework
Sampson hasn’t been in his business for this long without learning a few tricks. Aside from being a decent tinkerer, in large part due to needing to service his prosthetic arm, he’s also made some friends in high places. Given some time to work and reasonable intel, Sampson can requisition supplies from some of his… seedier contacts. Though he can't get his hands on everything, a med-kit or two, some plastic explosives, or a few EMP emitters wouldn’t be too hard to find.
Ultimate Ability: Magnetic Crush
"Don’t ask me how it works, but they ain’t movin’."
Sampson lays down a small, camouflaged cannister. At verbal command from him, it unleashes a field of nanites which swarm outward, forming a supermagnet on the ground below his enemies. This pins down omnics, pulls weapons from hands made of flesh, and wreaks havoc on electronics anywhere near the center of the burst for a brief period of time before the nanites burn out.
Other Information
Other:
"Parlez-vous français? Tal vez Español? Oh, hell, I’m just speakin’ English.”
Growing up in Louisiana, Sampson learned how to speak French and Creole from his nonexistent family. The Spanish came when he got involved with a few of the wilder gangs in the Southwest, but it’s a little rougher. His gumbo recipe’s secret? He’ll never tell.
Theme Song
Theme Song:
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, AC/DC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26wrvblgGP0
Concrete shoes, cyanide, tnt...
(done dirt cheap)
Neck ties, contracts, high voltage!
(done dirt cheap)
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