Abilities: It’s pretty much a given that Sam has mastered “Rodrigues New Shadow School technique (which derives from Brazilian kenjutsu), since he learned it from his father, and he has also learned hand-to-hand combat. All of his abilities are natural, though his cyborg exoskeleton suit increases the stats, which can put him at head-to-head with cyborgs and even some things larger, such as a Metal Gear RAY.
However, he has a red sword called Murasama, which is a high-frequency blade and can only be used by him, as it’s ID-locked. It’s also capable of being shot out like a bullet from the gun-sheath, and sometimes it releases slash-like projectiles.
Other:
Sam’s right arm is cybernetic, since he lost his real arm against the fight with Armstrong.
He has two other names aside from his prominently-used nickname: Samuel Rodrigues (his real name, which is used only once in a codec) and Minuano (his Winds of Destruction codename)
SAMPLES First Person: [Sam’s no stranger to technology, so the video feed is on in an instant.]
Well, this is an interesting predicament! I’d ask how, but l’m sure all of you have heard the usual many times, so let’s save it. However… [He chuckles as he rubs his chin for a moment.] I am wondering if anyone is up for a test of skill against me. This place seems too peaceful, and wouldn’t it be better to make it lively? Only catch is there be no gimmicks, extra stunts, and anything else. We settle it just as we are, and nothing else.
Of course, if you don’t want to, then fine. I won’t force you. But- [A shake of of his head as he waves a hand dismissively.] it’ll be your loss. Or maybe, some of you have been pampered for too long that you’ve forgotten how to? Heh, wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case!
Meet me at the park by noon if you’re in. To anyone passing by, you’re free to watch, munch on popcorn, whatever...no audience participation, so you’re out of luck.
[And he shuts it off.]
Third Person: He almost had it- no, he did have it. The moment where conflicting ideals would collide in order to prove which was superior, and the chance to be so close to death...the thing he searched for had finally payed off and he was right about to grab it.
Yet, just like a flash, it was gone. Where he should’ve stood in the dry desert of the Badlands and seen only the endless sky, instead he was sitting on a lawn chair, and was now staring at the fresh green lawn in front of him. The arid wind and the intensifying heat of the desert? Replaced by only the cool, light breeze-- and did he just hear toucan squack in the far distance? His cyborg suit and Murasama were nowhere to be found, and he instead wore only casual clothes and had keys in his hand. His right arm wasn’t changed too much though, as it was now a regular prosthetic. And for the moment, there was only confusion as he took a glance around. Seemed there was a house too. His, maybe? Well, he had the keys in his hand, so it was more than likely. Still, can’t rule out the possibility that it wasn’t.
One would ask if they had died, but Sam sure as hell knew he didn’t. No blade had ever touched him, and in fact, he’ll probably never know how it’ll feel. Heck, he could have gotten angry, but why should he? He was sorely disappointed for sure, but he wasn’t going to waste the day away stewing over losing the fight he desired. That didn’t seem like fun at all.
Eventually, he strode up to the door and upon seeing an envelope, ripped it right off.
“...my home, eh?” Sam muttered after he looked over the contents. His lips curved into a small grin as he started to laugh. “Ahh, now I see! Might as well greet the neighbors right now.”
And thus, the envelope fell to the ground as he headed towards the neighborhood. One way or another, he’ll get the chance to face death head-on again, even if he had to start over.
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However, he has a red sword called Murasama, which is a high-frequency blade and can only be used by him, as it’s ID-locked. It’s also capable of being shot out like a bullet from the gun-sheath, and sometimes it releases slash-like projectiles.
Other:
SAMPLES
First Person: [Sam’s no stranger to technology, so the video feed is on in an instant.]
Well, this is an interesting predicament! I’d ask how, but l’m sure all of you have heard the usual many times, so let’s save it. However… [He chuckles as he rubs his chin for a moment.] I am wondering if anyone is up for a test of skill against me. This place seems too peaceful, and wouldn’t it be better to make it lively? Only catch is there be no gimmicks, extra stunts, and anything else. We settle it just as we are, and nothing else.
Of course, if you don’t want to, then fine. I won’t force you. But- [A shake of of his head as he waves a hand dismissively.] it’ll be your loss. Or maybe, some of you have been pampered for too long that you’ve forgotten how to? Heh, wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case!
Meet me at the park by noon if you’re in. To anyone passing by, you’re free to watch, munch on popcorn, whatever...no audience participation, so you’re out of luck.
[And he shuts it off.]
Third Person: He almost had it- no, he did have it. The moment where conflicting ideals would collide in order to prove which was superior, and the chance to be so close to death...the thing he searched for had finally payed off and he was right about to grab it.
Yet, just like a flash, it was gone. Where he should’ve stood in the dry desert of the Badlands and seen only the endless sky, instead he was sitting on a lawn chair, and was now staring at the fresh green lawn in front of him. The arid wind and the intensifying heat of the desert? Replaced by only the cool, light breeze-- and did he just hear toucan squack in the far distance? His cyborg suit and Murasama were nowhere to be found, and he instead wore only casual clothes and had keys in his hand. His right arm wasn’t changed too much though, as it was now a regular prosthetic. And for the moment, there was only confusion as he took a glance around. Seemed there was a house too. His, maybe? Well, he had the keys in his hand, so it was more than likely. Still, can’t rule out the possibility that it wasn’t.
One would ask if they had died, but Sam sure as hell knew he didn’t. No blade had ever touched him, and in fact, he’ll probably never know how it’ll feel. Heck, he could have gotten angry, but why should he? He was sorely disappointed for sure, but he wasn’t going to waste the day away stewing over losing the fight he desired. That didn’t seem like fun at all.
Eventually, he strode up to the door and upon seeing an envelope, ripped it right off.
“...my home, eh?” Sam muttered after he looked over the contents. His lips curved into a small grin as he started to laugh. “Ahh, now I see! Might as well greet the neighbors right now.”
And thus, the envelope fell to the ground as he headed towards the neighborhood. One way or another, he’ll get the chance to face death head-on again, even if he had to start over.
OTHER
Housing Request?: Nope! Place him wherever you like.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yup!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Yes
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1491 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
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