Reborn
“Am I To Carry His Evil?”
ALIAS: SAMSONSPECIES: EPICANTHIX
AGE: UNKNOWN
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 2.50 METERS
WEIGHT: 180 KILOGRAMS
EYES: GREEN
SKIN: CAUCASIAN
FORCE SENSITIVE: YES
FACTION: /EMPLOYMENT: SERVANT
EMPLOYER: IRAJAH VEN
STRENGTHS:[ Potential. ] - There is power within him, the same power Kaine Zambrano commands.
WEAKNESSES:[ Irajah Ven. ] - His entire life is dedicated towards her cause and safety. The best way to get to Samson is by threatening her.
[ Clone. ] - Even with ysalamiri and advanced cloning techniques Samson still suffers from some of the issues force-sensitive clones experience. Latent memories waiting to be unleashed on him at the worst time, madness creeping up if he is not careful.
[ Inexperienced. ] - Doctor Ven only flash-trained him in the basics of what she considered necessary. No Force training, no advanced combat nor social structures.
BIOGRAPHY:
There is not much to say about Samson’s history, simply because there is none to speak of.
One waking moment he slept the dreamless sleep of infinity and the next he woke. A voice, feminine in persuasion, whispered to him from the beyond. Taught him lessons, steadied him when the avalanche of memories were becoming too much to bear and soothed him to sleep when he needed it most. Later he learned her name.
Irajah Ven.
She was his creator and master.
Within those waking moments, between lessons and cryogenic sleep, Samson pondered what it meant for him.
What was his purpose?
Did he even have one?
But the day that the controls discharged and ejected him from his pod. The very second that he looked up from his scuffed hands and knees, the moment that his eyes clung to that bright face looking down on him?
Samson knew that his entire purpose was to protect this one.
The rest was a blur to him.
Events followed quickly with time speeding up for him. More training, experiments and lessons that the clone did not truly understand. The Doctor seemed to sense his confusion, seemed to press him harder for him to understand. It was strange and ambiguous, but he wished to please her.
Until one day Doctor Ven told him he was finally ready to act as her assistant.
Samson would never know what made Irajah believe he was ready, what lessons he had learned exactly, but in the end he was simply pleased to be able to do more now.
Already the scratching of freedom was tugging at him.
