Sam Rodarch
Alle Laufen
NAME: Samantha 'Sam' Rodarch
SPECIES: Human, Mandalorian
AGE: 29
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 11”
WEIGHT: 155lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Fair Skinned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
[+] Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But I Don't Really Care – There's no question that Sam is one tough cookie. Again hearkening to her experience in shockboxing there's no glass jaw here, the girl can take a pounding (you perve). She's got the endurance and stamina to last with the best of them. The thought of being physically hurt is not one that hinders the woman, there's no fear to be found in the face of combat here.
[+] We Can Rebuild Her, We Have the Technology - Due to injuries sustained in a bar fight with the Sith, Vella Forte Sam required life-saving cybernetic intervention and as such has a few new upgrades. These include a new pair of lungs (great for physical endurance), a new liver (which she is unaware was actually replaced) and a right arm from just above her elbow (all the better to hit you with).
[+/-] Wait, What? - Samantha Rodarch, against all logic, likes doing jigsaw puzzles but would rather die than let you know about it.
[-] Reading is for Nerds - As a result of a deprived childhood of exclusion and poverty, Rodarch is well and truly illiterate. She cannot read or write at all and instead of embracing her shame the woman desperately hides this fact from everybody around her.
[-] Punch First, Ask Questions While Punching - Blunt, surly and quick-tempered there is very little subtlety in what Rodarch does. The most straightforward solution to problems in the galaxy to her is violence. Solving problems (bar jigsaws) is not her strong point, nor is dialogue, or just, in general, thinking things over. If you see a problem? Hit it hard. Sam prefers it that way, much to her detriment.
[-] Walks With a Limp – As expected when one partakes in a combat sport, Sam has a mildly persistent injury that plagues her everyday life. Funnily enough, however, it is not the traditional head trauma that she suffers from but rather an ankle injury, her right ankle, stemming from a horrific break suffered during an awkward fall in the ring. Not heeding any advice and letting it heal properly means that Sam walks with a limp, is regularly pained by the offending limb. It is considerably weaker and thus she favours her left.[-] Oh No, Did Somebody Accidentally Do a Murder? - In a teething incident with her new cybernetic arm, Sam accidentally crushed the throat of an innocent man and killed him. While violence and hand-to-hand combat are her bread and butter, Sam is not accustomed to killing. She has not dealt with this incident emotionally.
Down to the closer details, the woman has the standard scars and attributes that come with being hit in the face quite often. There are a few facial scars, one upon her right eyebrow and the same cheek. Her left ear has a pretty nasty case of cauliflower ear, meaning that it is permanently swollen and disfigured. Last but not least in the collection her nose is no longer straight, but rather leans to the left slightly. Looking beyond the battle scars of a thousand fists you'd find that Samantha Rodarch looks quite tired.
As if she needed to lack any more feminine features, the woman keeps her hair short and unkempt, often taking to shaving the sides to keep it out of her face. There may or may not be a regrettable tattoo upon her back but I'm not about to ask her about that.
Life hasn't quite dealt her the fairest hand and don't you worry, there's no missing that chip upon her shoulder. The glass is more than half-empty, it's broken and on the floor. Blunt, dour and stand-offish, Sam isn't really a figure that makes friends very easily and the fault is evidently at her own bitter feet. Her own bitter lack of compassion is no invitation for kindness in return, although now and again somebody manages to slip through the cracks.
Her temper is another matter. Again stemming from life experience, Sam is very quick to anger and easily goaded. She cannot handle frustration very well, often ending up breaking the nearest furniture and cursing as loudly as possible but unfortunately due to her demeanour frustration comes far too easily.
As expected, the woman is very closed about her personal life and keeps more than just a guard up in the ring. Stemming from her deep-seated belief that those close to you will only let you down in the end, Rodarch remains an extremely private person, not willing to share the reason why she despises alcohol so, that she is illiterate or even that she enjoys a cheeky jigsaw puzzle to anybody.
That could always change, but being capable of making friends would be a strong start.
Of course, it wasn't to last.
Not long after the girl's fifth birthday, Malik Rodarch, a well-respected figure within Clan Rodarch betrayed the Mandalorians by declaring himself as the false new Mandalore within the cult of the Primeval, taking half the clan with him in his efforts. This was not a popular decision, especially given that the Mandalorians were at war with the Primeval.
This effectively tore the Clan apart and had quite an impact even on those who refused to go on such a false crusade.
With the name Rodarch being dragged through the mud and cast in a treacherous light, the circumstance began to turn. Exiled by the clans, there was a severe dent in the pride and spirit of those that bore that name, especially Sam's father, Jaspar. Humiliated and expelled from proud Mandalorian society the man stopped going on traditional hunts and resorted to the bottle.
Drink then drove their own family apart. After years of trying, Dalla, finally accepting that she would be unable to rouse her husband from his spiralling alcoholism packed her bags and went off-world, never to return again and leaving a young teenage Samantha to look after her alcoholic down-and-out father.
Those shining family values of her childhood seemed to be from a different time, a different world.
With her teenage years colliding with tough times, Sam began to change. Her outlook upon life grew harsher and grimmer, seriously contrasting with the spirited and adventurous little girl that she had been prior. It didn't take long for the teenager to start encountering trouble, often getting into fights and making enemies for no reason other than bitterness for the circumstance.
This cycle continued, with her father, a mere shadow of his former self continuing his self-destructive path and with the girl carrying on with her own.
Credits became increasingly tighter, with any semblance of a nest egg having been swallowed in pitiful gulps. Knowing that her father could not be saved and feeling as if she could no longer integrate into Mandalorian society it was time to follow in her mother's footsteps and leave, her destination a common one for those who have nowhere else to go, the Smuggler's Moon, Nar Shaddaa.
Already fairly proficient in scrapping, a sixteen-year-old Sam decided that she would step into the ring and try her hand at shockboxing. This wasn't however, in an environment of famed and honourable fighters but rather in dingy and dubious backrooms, where rules were scarce and they fought for credits and blood.
To say that her career as a shockboxer took off well would have been a lie. The first few years were rough, with Sam accumulating mostly losses, scars and even a few severe injuries. However, she was still tenacious and refused to quit despite the regular drubbings she received when she stepped foot into the ring.
Improvement in her skills did come, alongside some of the first enjoyment she had felt in a long time. She enjoyed the fight, even in losing there was a certain amount of pleasure that she took from inserting a fist into her opponent's teeth. It was cathartic, a release. She even began winning a few more bouts (although there were still generally more losses).
It was enough for the young woman to get by, and it went on for years. She fought. She got paid. She survived. It wasn't pretty living, in fact, there was a lot of squatting with the numerous blend of faces that made up the scattered refugees of the notorious moon but it was a far better fate than watching her once proud father grow even more bloated and yellow back home.
With her injuries accumulating and leading to a particularly brutal losing streak, the woman turned to battle-stims, oft used by Mandalorians in their constant churn of war, and for a while that worked, giving her just the edge that she needed to get more wins upon her plate.
But there was a problem.
Incapable of balancing her finances Rodarch found that her winnings couldn't continue to cover high-quality stims and general living expenses. So without thinking, she sought her chemical boost elsewhere for cheaper. This pursuit took her to the doorstep of Omerod, a green Duros who was more than happy to provide the woman with budget stims and even a place to crash. Unaccustomed to what seemed to be a friend, Sam saw no problem with this scenario.
However, beneath the surface, Omerod was not a friendly face but in fact, a spice dealer and trafficker who made his credits by getting desperate vagrants hooked on his narcotics before offering them loans to help them out of their situation knowing full-well they wouldn't be able to pay him back. His prey inevitably ended up indebted to him, which is where the trafficking came into play.
The battle-stims that he offered Sam were little more than spice-filled battery acid concoctions that lead to a severe dip in the shockboxer's form. She couldn't fathom this new losing streak, spending her downtime in withdrawal-based sickness and her fight time getting battered across the ring by all-comers.
The winnings stopped.
Omerod offered her a loan, just until she was back onto her feet.
She took it.
Nearing rock bottom the woman had a chance match with a man known as Soloman Priest. After soundly trouncing her in the ring they spoke, a conversation on frustrated tenterhooks led Rodarch to cluelessly explain her current circumstance. The man, a grizzled veteran of life, fully understood the implications of her situation and with little hesitation had her take him to Omerod's den so that the matter could be rectified.
Sam watched as Soloman mercilessly gunned down the Duros and his companions, effectively saving the woman from an entirely grim fate.
Likely out of pity the man offered Rodarch room upon his ship, under the pretence of teaching her how to shoot, something her father should have done many years prior and knowing that she couldn't continue down the road of shockboxing she accepted his offer. It wasn't before long that the woman was on Geonosis, helping the man and a few of his friends pursue a bounty.
Her job was simple, to protect the slicer known as Hacks while she worked her technological wonders in pursuit of their payday. Suffice to say that this did not go smoothly with the pair forced to abandon their post and head into the sewers below.
It was there that the pair found a fabled Invisible Market and with it an invitation to meet with a peculiar eavesdropping cyborg upon Denon.
'Darkwire is waiting.'
And indeed Darkwire was found.
Sam provided her muscle here and there for the mysterious faction, in a variety of escapades ranging from jailbreaks to bounty hunting and all the way to shock boxing once again. It was on one unsuccessful hunt that Sam reunited with Elliot Locke, a man who she had thrown hands with and one she recalled had treated her with a modicum of kindness and respect. Unfortunately, Elliot Locke was harbouring his own demons, namely a persona known as Archibald Sult and after their reunion turned sour the pair decided to partner up, both having ulterior motives for the other.
On a protection job for a slicer, Sam had the displeasure of meeting the Sith, Vella Forte, who coincidentally was hunting said slicer in the name of the Empire. As these things tend to do, everything devolved into violence and very quickly a well-matched brawl tipped in the favour of the hunter, who grew bored with fisticuffs and used her abilities in the Force to gain the upper hand, the bloody victory and the slicer.
One arm lighter, mortally wounded, and bleeding out on the floor of the cantina, Sam was saved by none other than verified super creep, Archibald Sult, who carried the woman to Zazil, a Verpine doctor specialising in cybernetics and organ harvesting. It was here that Sult made the executive decision to allow the insectoid to fix and upgrade Rodarch, adding a few specialist modifications that would suit his nefarious intentions all the more.
As payment for the upgrades, the pair were sent to take care of a bothersome journalist that was flying a little too close to Zazil's organ harvesting sun. Not realising the newfound strength of her cybernetic arm, Sam accidentally crushed the man's throat, killing him in the process. Unlike the majority of the galaxy, Rodarch was not so accustomed to wanton murder and suffered a small mental collapse as a result and the only person she could turn to was the verified vicious psychopath, Archibald Sult.
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