Samuel DeSaint

Samuel DeSaint meditates at Alta while the sun beams the sky.

### Origins:

Samuel DeSaint was born on 4/20/2000. His mother, Sarah DeSaint and father, [REDACTED], provided Samuel with a lavish life, growing up in Vinewood hills on North Sheldon Avenue. However this masquerade hid the true horrors that Sam faced. Sam's father was a spy that barely was able to provide Sam with a father figure as he was almost always located on assignments for months and years on end. When home, [REDACTED] trained Sam in control tactics, fitness, and survival. Sam despised this and soon grew a hostile relationship with his father. Sam's mother was left to tend the house and to raise Sam. Sarah tried her best, but she slowly succumbed to the stress of parenthood. With the ever growing stress Sarah sought something to take the edge off, her choice was meth.

#### Schooling:

Sam went to college at The University of San Andreas, Los Santos for a degree in Communications and Marketing, with a minor in Business. During his time at college he was on the track team for one season, quitting after due to loss of interest. Sam proceeded to to join the lacrosse team at ULSA and quickly fell in love. During his Junior year he took his team to the Nation Championship and proceeded to win.

#### A Brief Overview:

Growing up Sam was left with a broken home. From an outside view Sam seemed like just another rich snob. Sam endured hours of ruthless training from his father which created an animosity between them. While his father was away, Sam watched as his mother tortured her body with meth, clawing for the next high. Sam would grow to despise his mother and her actions, but as he grew up he realized that is wasn't her fault but the drugs. Sam also would place his anger onto his father for not being there to help, making Sam have to start making adult choices as a teen. Sam fought to make the best out of his life. Feeling like an outcast, Sam put on the façade of a happy-go-lucky extrovert. Everyone he met he tried to make a reasonable impression on. The truth was that no matter how hard Sam tried the maggots of his insecurities ate at him. As the years passed and the constant abuse continued, it damaged Sam’s perception of the world.

#### Early Life:

In school Sam would lie about the littlest things, such as the number of pencils he had or how much his school supply costed. Sam would often tease and bully other kids simply because it made him feel satisfied. Elevating to more severe levels of delinquency, Sam painted an image of a Los Santos skyline in flames on top of his school's roof. This was later found, however; Sam was never found responsible. At age 13, Sam attempted to steal an art piece from a museum. This he was caught for and ended up doing 20 hours of community service. It was at this point his mother and father contacted a psychologist to study the development of Sam. Sam kept elevating his juvenile behavior to more extremes, one of his most infamous acts was when he lit fire on dry grass that had the LSFD (Los Santos Fire Department) show up and fight the flames for 3 hours. At 15 Sam was diagnosed with conduct disorder. WIP

#### The Los Santos Chronicles: WIP

When Sam set out to leave a legacy on the city he started at the place that harbored all the infamous and legendary people the city had to offer, Alta Apartments. The first few days was relatively easy for Sam, casually meeting people that he would later call his friends, along with meeting some of the more infamous people. Socializing was Sam's biggest challenge, Sam lacked confidence and self-assurance so to make up for that he embellished his speech patterns and friendly behavior. Sam needed a car, so with that he got his bearings quick and headed to the San Andreas mines to get by. The mine would be where Sam worked for the first few days until he had enough money to by a Surge. A notable event that occurred was when Sam made a self record time of 12 minutes and 46 seconds in a mining delivery. It was during these early times where Sam met a lot of people that would shape the early mold of Sam's legacy. WIP

## Death: WIP

Sam's life would come to an eventual end. His eyes glazed with death, his last breath mimicking fog of war. Sam mustered the faltering strength he had left to look to his side and see the person he cared about the most comforting him in his darkest hour. The sand gripped its way up his arms as he leaned back, each breath shorter than the last. The blue sky slowly waning darker. As his head caressed the sand Sam muttered the words "Sta...tera...Viribus".