Samara Florize

Name: Samara Florize
Gender:Female
Age:20
Hair: black, short, like pager boy hair cut short, spikey, has electric blue streaks in it
Eyes: She wears a red contact lence on the one eye she has
Over all description: Incredibly punk. No visible scars.
Occupation: She is a asistant nurse, studying to be a doctor
God parent: Ares
Mortal parent: unimportant (she's dead)
Family: None
Education: On her second years of college at a medical school
Personality: She's kind, and a bit dark. But she does get angry sometimes, if you insult her friends
Talents: An amazing fighter, and an even better doctor
Residence:An appartment in New York City
Flaws: She smokes, and has only one eye
Pets:n/a
Powers: None
Life before Camp halfblood*: She had a rocky relationship with her mom, and got angry a lot. She came to CHB at 12, and lived there until she was 18. She still works as staff there.
RP example*: I walked down the street, brushing my hair out of my face, and sticking a cigarette in my mouth. I lit it, and leaned against a wall, watching life happen. I suddenly sniffed out blood. Being an Ares child, I was good at that. I turned to my right, and saw an ally way. I let out a puff of smoke, and walked down the ally. I saw a man with a cut hand, lying in the ally, beat up. I ran over to him, biting down so hard on the cigarette I almost broke it. The man pulled a knife from his belt with his good hand and got up slowly. "Give me your money," He said. I smirked, and let out a puff of smoke. "Sorry sir, you've messed with the wrong girl." I pulled my dagger, Ares, from thin air. "You see, I've battled against things worse than you can imagine. You could be target practice."

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