Born in Austin Texas, from the very start it seemed Sam was destined to be a thug. His Grandpa was a teamster, his Dad was a two-bit enforcer for a local loan shark, and by the time he was a teen he was a thug. Not a complete fool, he was average when it came to school and the like. He even had a certain rough charm and charisma to him. Yet he was a thug.

Thugs get in fights and deal drugs. This thug also raised German Shepard and half wolves pups and trained them. That and his way with a wrench is what got him noticed by the Outlaw bikers. They soon showed him how sweet the life could be and Sam was their thug.

Then the shit hit the fan. Sam killed another biker from a rival gang at the age of 21, just legal for the bars. Someone dropped a dime on Sam and he was headed for the pen to do a full dime, ten years. Sam kept his mouth shut though and was a stand up guy in the pen. With one thing and another that meant he did the full ten years. Sam had lucked out and been transferred to work the tree line and fight fires after four years. Hard freakin' work, but Sam actually enjoyed it once he'd earned his place a field mechanic.

So when Sam got out his brother bikers had arranged for a good job for him out in the boonies doing heavy duty mechanic. He'd got his journeyman papers inside.
Sam got himself a acreage just outside of town, worked on the side and was doing well. Sam thought life was sweet, even got himself an old lady. Problem was she got pregnant. At first Sam was thrilled, but then he went to get a vasectomy so they'd only have the one rug rat. Found out he was sterile, there were no soldiers in Sam's army. Sam got pissed about it and she left him for his buddy and ran off. Some people have no sense of humor.

Sam spent more and more time away from town up in the bush. Some said that was risking his neck but they were a bunch of pussies. So sitting on a rock up there one night he was drinking wine from a skin and looking at the big bright moon. That's when life changed. Some tall hippy bugger snuck up and scared the shit out of him.

Sam pulled a piece on the guy and asked, "What the hell do you want?"

The hippy goes and sits himself down on a rock and said,
"You were praying to the night. I came to answer your prayers,"

Sam said, "Yeah? You going to give my life new meaning and all that shit?"

The hippy nodded and said, "Yeah I am. I need someone with your talents who can lay low and keep his mouth shut. I hear you are perfect. So I'm going to fix your life for you,".

Sam laughed at the silly long haired hippy and said, "Yeah?
How the hell you going to do that? You someone special?"

The hippy nodded again and said, "Yeah I am. I'm a vampire, the best kind, Gangrel. I'm going to make you one too," then he did.

When Sam had made the transition he found out some more news. Seems that he ran the Outlaw Bikers now, though there were less than half as many as a few nights before. His sire Locus Fender had killed off those who wouldn't make good ghouls. New rule was .... Outlaw Bikers were all ghouls now accept Sam. Sam ran them for Locus. See even Gangrel vamps had a need for money and stuff to get by.  Sam ran all the shit for Locus and kept to the ghouls and his gang. No one knew shit. Sam wasn't a big day person and he kept all the illegal stuff out of his own place. That was how it started twenty years ago.

Since then Sam has kept a low profile with only his sire, his gang, and a friends within the Dead Punks knowing he exists. The ghouls in the gang make the deals in town, the blood bonded members soldier and Sam for the most part sticks to the country and mountains. It's an arrangement that's worked well up until now.

Now Locus has disappeared with rumors saying he was taken out by the Cammie.  That created the need for Sam to go visit his friend in the Dead Punks and the meeting at his place tonight. Tonight all four of Sam's ghouls and a few of his sire's were gathered in the finished basement having a meeting while AC/DC sung out how they were on the highway to hell.

They'd head in as a group and go see the Dead Punks, maybe they'd get some answers there.  

--Last edited by DaveyB on 2008-07-18 12:25:14 --