Name: Samuel Lee (Lee Sung Min)
Aliases: Sam, Sammy, Sammy Hammy, Glasses
Age: 22
Birthday: January 15th
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: (Rookie) Professional Boxer
Languages: Korean and English
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153lbs
Build: Lean/Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black messy hair
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Honest * Impulsive * Strong-willed * Competitive
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: If Samuel was to be described in one word, it would have to be 'fighter'. He's always eager to butt heads with someone and that trait had stuck with him through high school, military training, his boxing career and the events following the outbreak. Always driven by his spirit to fight and the means to back it up, Samuel was always nice to keep around with during a crisis. However this trait of his always ends up with either him or those around getting hurt, so he has mellowed out considerably in comparison to his younger self.
While Samuel is aggressive that doesn't naturally mean that he is a bully at heart. He would never aggravate someone he considers weaker than himself and even going out of his way to fend off actual bullies from people who can't defend themselves. One of the facet of his 'fighter' philosophy is that only the strong are able to defend the weak. He strongly believes in the notion that there are three types of people in this world; sheep, wolves and sheepdogs.
He's difficult to befriend at first, considering his many abandonment issues but once through his defensive mechanism; the façade as a lone gunslinger, people would find a die-hard loyal friend. Samuel's capable of acts of kindness but is inept on a certain level to do so consciously, it is more common that he does so without knowing.
Habits: - Often sleep walks time to time
- Fidgets with his ring when nervous
- Pops every joint he has when he can
- Shadow-boxes when bored
Hobbies:- Sparring
- Reading
- Stargazing
Fears:
- Dogs - Highly allergic to them
- Abandonment
- Mirrors
Likes:
- His Remington 700
- Split, his modernised gladius
- The ocean
- Lightning/thunder
- Movies
- Making friends
Dislikes:
- Lies
- Preying on the weak
- Being alone
- Pessimistic behaviour
- Mathematics
- Lack of punctuality
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Boxing
- Taekwondo
- Judo
- Rifles
- Military Discipline
Post Outbreak Skills:- Sword (Gladius)
- Stealth
- Scavenging
- Improved Bushcraft
- Improved Physical Condition
- Water Purification
- Mental Health (Adjusted to walkers, murder, etc)
Current Supplies:
- Current Clothing - Dark gray tank top, civilian-grade body vest, navy blue quilted hooded jacket, black leather belt, gray camo pants, dark gray boots. A silver band ring on his right middle finger. A pair of polycarbonate glasses, ideal for those shooting with glasses.
- Military Rucksack
- Thermos
- Firestarter
- Sleeping bag
- .308 Remington 700 (with Vortex Viper HST scope)
- Magazine for Remington (10 rounds)
- .308 Ammo Box (20 rounds)
- Cleaning Kit
- Split- Modernised Gladius
- Pair of Boxing Gloves
- Cooked Venison (leftovers)
Your First Walker Encounter: Samuel was caught up in the midst of the outbreak in Atlanta with his manager/coach named Dennis, the two were on the outskirts of the city doing their best to flee into the more rural areas. Long since abandoning their car to the unmoving traffic the duo headed into the alleyways in attempt to head to safety. They ran up on a small pack of walkers, the first time seeing them in person, and in an act of self-preservation and general assholishness Dennis had pushed his longtime client towards the pack and ran back to the open street, only to be run down by a truck set on fire, served the bastard right. Luckily Samuel had managed to sock the walker closest to him in the jaw and outrun the rest, making sure to stay clear of dark alleys from then and safely made it out of Atlanta.
History Before Outbreak: Samuel wasn't born on the best of circumstances, conceived out of wedlock between Lee Soo Ji and Capt. Johnathan Clarke as an unexpected, unwanted child. His maternal family rejecting him for his foreign blood and his father not wanting anything to do with raising a baby, Samuel's mother was forced to raise him on her own, with no support of any kind. Though he didn't look the part as a child he was often picked on for his American heritage and he didn't take too kindly to the treatment, on various occasions Soo Ji was called to the school office after her son started to fight back his bullies.
At the age of fifteen he had grown up known as a delinquent who had a short fuse and started a lot of fights and finished a lot more. Nonetheless his mother and grown to love him, seeing past the image he keeps up to ward off others, as a lonely boy missing his father. But this motherly love had ill timing; Soo Jii was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of thirty-six and had little time on this earth. Though with this stroke of misfortune came some good news in the form of Samuel's father, Johnathan, wanting to reconnect with his son and mother of said child. It was eventually agreed upon between the two parents that Samuel would move to America with his father and after a few weeks, many tears shed, and a black eye (Johnathan's), he would have landed on American soil with his father.
The father and son at first had trouble adjusting to one another but with time they would resolve their issues on the one of the few common ground they had: fighting. Johnathan would school his son in hand-to-hand combat after hearing of his stories back in Korea and witnessing an incident at his high school where some of the students would haze the new kid. Samuel would have found a natural innate talent at kicking ass to the point where he was actually scouted by a professional boxer who would frequent the same gym that he would go to. After being invited to participate in a regional amateur tournament and even though he would wound up losing in the semifinals to the current champion, his performance was so impressive that he was offered to go professional as soon as he graduated.
This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the fact that Samuel as a male born in the Republic of Korea, needed to do a two-year mandatory military service, luckily his father knowing the intricacies of military procedure had enlisted him for his service on Fort Benning, down in Columbus, Georgia. During his two years Samuel had been trained in the use of firearms, improved his already-athletic physique and learn various practical survival skills. The military instructors had even managed to further hone his brutish nature to fight into something more befitting of a warrior; more collected, adhering to the chain of command and slightly less impulsive than he was before. After learning much from his military service had taken up that long over-due promise for a boxing career and has been making a name himself as an exceptional rookie on the professional stage ever since.
History Since Outbreak: During the first weeks of the outbreak as soon as Atlanta fell to the outbreak Samuel went off on his own to Franklintown, where he last made contact with his father. On his journey he would encounter the initial looting and civil unrest that followed the outbreak, though he would wisely avoid areas of large population and thus the chaos that was brought up by small gangs and the undead, he would already have to dispatch many of the latter on the way to Florida. It was then when Samuel would find his trusty modernised gladius, twenty-five inch long and two inch thick blade of steel, that was discarded in a corpse, splitting its head in two.
Eventually after two weeks of travel he arrived in his home in Franklintown though he would be utterly devastated at what he found. At first he was relieved with how the house was boarded up and manned with homemade defences but he soon noticed the bullet casings littering the pavement and the door wide open. He crept inside and after weeks of not knowing his father's fate Samuel had found him, sitting in the sofa, his rotting head blown to bits, finger on the trigger, holding picture frame, holding a photo of a teen striking up a boxing pose, Samuel would grieve for years to come but only then would he allow himself to cry. After using up his tear ducts, he would bury the man who raised him on his favourite spot on the beach that overlooked the ocean with the sun setting.
A few months into the first year Samuel would have travelled back up to the state of Georgia, specifically the city of Columbus, where Fort Benning would be. After arriving and to his dismay he had found the base looted of most its supplies and many corpses, both the dead and the undead, littered about the place. What he would find was some military rations, a map which detailed the rate of infection across the country (which was mostly inaccurate even then) and a .308 Remington Model 700 with some ammo lying around. With everything he could gather all packed up into his rucksack, Samuel would have quickly fled the place before he could be alerted to its residents.
The second year had him jumping from town to town, occasionally camping it out for more than a few weeks in a comfortable enough house. He encountered plenty of the undead as he travelled but the most challenge they posed killing was when they came in large groups and that was a rare occurrence.However he had somehow managed to steer clear of people so far but this would have probably been due to his manner of travelling; through thick forestry and avoiding highly populated towns like the plague, although despite his best efforts it was inevitable that he would run into someone.
During the third year a group of four men of variable ages, the youngest looking eighteen or so, had rolled up with trucks into the town he was currently residing in. Samuel would observe from two blocks away on the roof of a building, using the scope on his rifle, the group unloaded a person from one of their trucks. They forced the man onto his knees, who looked to be sobbing and seemingly pleading for something, one of the four who appeared to be a leader had enough, pulling out a pistol and shot him point black to the face. Samuel had watched from afar, surprisingly coping well with witnessing a murder but truth to be told; he was alarmed, considering the past two years, confirming that his Remington was loaded, he continued to observe the scene unfold. The other three men each with their own machetes began to undress the dead man laying on the ground and promptly began to butcher him. It was at this point did Samuel decide on the fate of the four men, he had heard stories of cannibalism during times of crisis but never did he think that someone would be so weak enough to take a page from the undead and follow suit. Being caught completely off guard with a pair of pistols, a shotgun and no way of discerning where the shooter was? They didn't have a chance..
Samuel would leave town the next morning none the worse and continued to travel across Georgia. Ever since encountering the group of cannibals he had killed three more men and many more walkers..
Character Quote: "What a world we live in.. where people are pushed to their limits and beyond, leaving only the strong.. isn't it thrilling?"
Theme Song: I Am The Enemy -All Good ThingsHow Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I have long stopped counting."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Six.. no. Seven."
Why: "I was stronger than they were."
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