Samael Valda

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## Physical Appearance

Pale skin with intricate floral tattoos interlaced with colourful snakes, cats, and birds. Hair is often seen in many styles and colours; sometimes a butt-length braid, other times a bob, and it can be any colour of the rainbow and more. Fiery red eyebrows that point towards her natural hair colour, and if she doesn't straighten her hair, it explodes into a mane of thick curls. Vibrant blue-green eyes, and a tiny build; barely 5'4" with her sneakers on, skinny, with *very* small breasts and large hips. She has a single septum piercing, and thick, full lips.

## Personality

Sam enjoys many things, almost all having to do with technology. Video games, coding, programming, editing, streaming, and watching Netflix. However, she has a strong tendency to live off of the bare minimum of energy drinks, ramen, and candy. Lots and lots of candy. If a vampire wanted to experience a massive sugar high, just take a big ol' bite out of Sam.

She does, however, have a lot of dislikes. If you're rude to her, she'll be nasty in response; little girls on Instagram will threaten to ruin your image, but are those girls capable of creating deepfake photography and videos and smearing them all over both the clearnet, deep web, *and* the darknet with your name attached? Sam is. She's capable of that and more; much, much more, and that's before the technomancy even begins to kick in.

Samael often stays a true neutral party. She tends not to pick sides, being rather self-serving more than anything; you need drugs, she'll get them to you. You need weapons? She knows a guy. You need a piece of technology tracked to the exact ping, or need the burner phone you found broken salvaged and scavenged for information? She can do that, too. Technomancy just makes these things easier, making her a very dangerous creature at times with her unpredictable nature and keen ability to twist the truth just enough that it's not *really* a lie, but it might as well be.

As such, she tends to function almost like a fleshy robot with a sex addiction. Everything is logic to her. If it's not logical, it's not rational. Emotions are irrational. She vehemently denies having any strong emotions whatsoever, and that displays itself as true through and through, even going as far as to sell out a friend's possession of a specific phone to the local wolf pack for shit all, merely because it was the logical thing to do; emotions are rarely considered in her thought process. However, if there's one thing that can distract her from that, it's sex. She wears the title of promiscuity like a badge of pride; of course, she's safe about it. She just likes the raw feeling she gets from sex when she struggles so heavily with feelings any other time. Hell, maybe if you're lucky, you'll get her to blow the breakers to the house. Perhaps even the neighbourhood.

Outside of sex, however, she has been called many things. Paranoid, a sociopath. Antisocial, asocial, reckless. All of these things are correct. She operates solely on what she perceives to be logical. Emotions do not play into her decisions; her own or others. She does what will logically achieve the outcome that she believes to be the best outcome, no matter who it hurts in the process; even herself.

## Powers and Abilities

Basic witch skillset; specific school of magic being technomancy. There is not much that she can't do with technology, both due to her own powers and human knowledge of the way everything works down to the last letter of code. She will, however, often require something to siphon energy from in order to stop from exhausting herself.

## History

Sam was born in the heart of Georgia, sporting a sweet southern belle drawl to represent it. She was protected furiously by her parents as their only child; she was born small, and she stayed small. Unfortunately, they were wildly overprotective. No boys. No sleepovers. No sugar. No junk food. No learning to cook. No learning to drive. Homeschooled. No friends. A strict meal plan out of fear of allergies. They tried to limit her time with electronics, but that was the one battle they weren't able to win when she hoarded every dollar she got for birthdays, Christmases, chores, and other methods, and built her own damn computer when she was twelve years old. Samael is autistic; this was apparent from a young age when severe sensory processing issues were prevalent in all forms, a difficulty connecting emotionally to others showing itself when she was just a small child which was only stunted by her parents' fear of something happening to her. Among other issues, of course. As almost all autistic people do, she developed special interest from the moment she first picked up a video game. By the time she was twelve, she knew how most electronic components worked, how to describe their specifications, and how to connect them together to make them work. And by the time she was sixteen, she was skilled in coding, surpassing her own class in high school rapidly; her skills constantly climbing, perhaps spurred on by the latent technomancy in her core.

She was awakened when she was sixteen years old during a night she sneaked out of her bedroom window to go visit a boy she had taken a liking to; Klaus Vandel. He was a witch, too, and the cause of her technomancy being fully awakened. There had always been small clues here and there, sure, but nothing that she had noticed. Until that night, of course, when she blew out the lights in his bedroom. Whoops?

After that, her skills only advanced further with all the new possibilities; constantly building crude little robots, some with no true purpose other than to entertain her. It made her work easier, for sure; but, honestly, she'd be beyond skilled without it. Now, she is merely nineteen years old, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a better hacker or programmer than she. With three multi-monitor desktop computers, two gaming laptops, a cellphone, and a full triple-stack server system in her bunker hidden in a cave in the woods, there is very little that she can't do; especially with that power generator she siphons power from for her more difficult tasks.

Outside of her tech knowledge, she's proud of her promiscuity. Due to her parents sheltering her to the point of not even really ever being able to have a childhood, let alone develop her relationship skills, sex is nothing to her but something fun to do. Many would argue that she's Juno's sugar baby; she's certainly his blood doll, but rather than being his sugar baby, she's his partner in crime. On top of that, she runs a successful OnlyFans account, navigates the dark web to advertise and arrange arms and drug deals for Juno, and programs for work. She has no shortage of money, and no shame to be spoken of.

Samael now lives in an expensive, custom-built, but small apartment in Roanoke, Virginia; she also has a decent-sized fallout bunker hidden in the woods just outside of Clifton Forge, where she does most of her work. She doesn't come into town very often unless she needs to meet somebody, but she is relatively easy to contact via social media.

## Rumors

***All rumors are allowed to be used ICly!***

I heard that she works for a drug and arms dealer, using the dark web to advertise and arrange sales.

*[redacted]* said she can be a bit of a snake; she plays on her own team. Offer her enough money and she'll do *anything* for you.

I think she might be some kind of android. She thinks like a computer instead of a person.