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💐mi caballero en brillante armadura💐

(My Knight in Shining Armour)
published june 3rd, 2020

Name: Samuel Drake (Maiden name is Morgan)

Age: 40

Height: 6'3

Race: Caucasian

Birthday: April 1, 1977(troy bakers birthday and sign)

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Personality: He shares his brother's sarcasm and his sense of humor. He is reckless and can be even a little bit jealous at times. Playfully amorous, flirty, and willing to murder for those he loves in cold blood. Sam is incredibly charming with a good heart, but battles with jealousy issues.

Abilities: He is a competent marksman, climber, and brawler. Due to spending most of his imprisoned life exercising, he is in excellent physical condition. Talented thief, adept motorcyclist, very intelligent, refers to himself as the best pickpocket out of Nate and Sully. He can read Latin and can speak Portuguese, multilingual.

Other: He has three tattoos, four birds that are (supposedly) symbolizing freedom on the left side of his neck. On his left breast, he has a star, and on his left bicep he has a hand of cards that reads, "Lucky,"

Background: Samuel was failing Chemistry class badly in Senior year, and his mother hired him a tutor. He was instantly upset, thinking it was going to be a nerdy boy two grades older than him and in college but when he saw who it was he was persuaded easily. Sam flirted constantly, but Julia brushed it off because Sam was just a creepy Senior three years older than her whilst she was merely a Freshman. Sam thought there was something different about her though.

Habits: Smokes, drinks alcohol but it isn't really an addiction.

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Name: Juliana Luna Ruiz (Sam calls her Julia but in distressed times he calls her "Juliana Luna!" like a stern father.)

Age: 37

Height: 5'3

Race: Caucasian but her mother is Hispanic(so she is mixed right? I'm stupid sorry)

Birthday: February 22, 1980

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Looks: (the photo above is a model, but is what she looks similar if not almost the same as her. she looks more of Latin descent because of her mother)

Sign she relates most to: Mouse, or an elephant

Personality: Juliana is typically shy but when around people she knows, especially Sam, she tends to loosen up and joke around a lot. She punches him on the arm every time he flirts with her but likes it secretly. If he goes too far, her face flushes with colour and it makes Sam giggle like a school-girl. Julia is a very kind person and rarely mean. She is usually quiet except around Sam because around him she is very chatty. She is SUPER clumsy, her mother can't trust her with much because she is always falling. On a treasure call, she is almost always alerting the guards.

Abilities: Samuel taught her how to pickpocket, but she taught herself how to lockpick. She can cook well. She knows a little Spanish from her mother but isn't fluent

Habits: She bites on her nails quite a bit, but Sam stops her. She has a stress toy she chews on.

Other: Juliana suffers from Panic Disorder, which is a type of anxiety disorder that causes panic attacks at random. She senses terror at random and feels like she is losing control. She has a tattoo of a flower behind her right ear. She has a tattoo of an elephant on her left thigh. She is very good at first aid, always bandaging Sam or anyone else on the team that is hurt. She has a fear of bugs, anytime she sees one she jumps into Samuel's arms, or mainly onto Sam and he catches her. Just like Sam, she is very Catholic. When they are in a spot of danger she is caught hanging on to her cross necklace whispering a prayer hurriedly. She wears a lot of earrings, and never wears the same pair twice in the same week.

Background: She met Sam when they met at a book shop because Samuel needed a tutor. Juliana was a younger tutor for hire and helped Sam, quickly becoming friends. They helped each other with each other's traumatic past. Sam helped Julia with her illness, ebbing it a little every time it happened. It hurt Juliana every time he dated Crystal. Sam introduced Julia to treasure-hunting and taught her how to pickpocket. (might edit this for her home-life)

~Prologue~

1-Samuel Drake

My feet were numb as I sprinted on the red-bricked road. I knew they would be blistered when I would take my shoes off, but I didn't care. I carried the love of my life in my arms, holding her head to my chest. She smelled like earth and floral perfume. Her short black hair was wet, slicked to the back of her head with mud. Her cream-coloured dress was matted with dark blood. It was torn, plastered with mud just like the rest of her. When I get her to the hotel I have to clean her up, poor thing. The wind whipped her dress making it flow beautifully in the wind. Bullets whizzed by my head and barely touched me. One grazed my calf, making me stumble and almost fall to the ground but I caught myself. I felt hot blood trickle down my ankle, foot, and down into my sock. I had to keep going. It hurt, Furious shouts in Spanish bellowed out behind me, but I kept running. I was so tired. My feet hurt so bad, my ribs hurt from intaking harsh breaths and my arms hurt from carrying her. I could see my breaths coming off in quick puffs, the air around me was cool, making me shiver so I held her warm body close to me. I needed to throw them off but how? It was almost too dark to see, but the street lamps helped me see barely. I searched for an escape, finding a dark alleyway. I darted into it, putting my back on the cobblestone wall and staying in the shadows. The only light was the moon, the stars, and the one rickety street-lamp that swayed back and forth. I heard their shouts pass me, and soon the only thing I heard was the creaking of the lamp swinging back and forth and my breaths. "Buscar en el perimitor! ¿Dónde están? Encontrarlos, no podrían haber ido muy lejos, uno de ellos está herido!" ("Search the perimeter! Where are they? Find them, they couldn't have gone far, one of them is hurt!")Their voices shouted furiously in Spanish, and I heard their voices get further away. I placed her down on the down and put my hand on her face gently, feeling hot tears fall down my face seeing the state she was in. Blood, dirt, and mud. Beautiful dress now torn, where could I have gone wrong?