Name: Samson Foley
AKA: Sam or just plain old Foley.
Age: 44.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Faction: Marauder.
Role in Team?: Cook.
Bio: Samson grew up as an orphan, honestly. He never really knew his mother or father and doesn't even know if he has siblings or not. He was honestly raised up on the streets by a homeless man and his wife, who took him in also instantly. After awhile though, a family came by and took him away from the homeless man and woman, feeling a little sorry for the youngster. The family gave Samson a good cooked meal, which made Samson ask all kinds of questions about cooking and such. The family taught him how to cook a little bit and he's been in love with it ever since. Since becoming a Marauder though, he's has to learn how to cook for different species, which he thinks that he has done a good job at, so far.
Personality: Samson wears a smile plastered onto his face and he does have a sense of humor, somewhat. But Samson is mainly a rather serious and cold type of person to deal with and be around, which is why others try not to talk about his cooking. While being rather serious and cold, he also has a very fiery side to his personality, too and has a very, very short fuse towards other people rather quickly. He's definitely not the most friendliest guy in the bunch.
Weapon(s): Besides his wooden spoon of fury, Samson also carries two palm sized daggers in his boots and has a pistol usually tucked in the front of his pants.