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sammi was never against spreading a bit of mischief in camp, causing trouble, angering people only to watch them fume. she might as well have been born hermes if you asked her. but she tended to do it her way. planned, calculated & well thought-through. this was all but.. that & pretty lame, really. not the way she'd go about pissing someone off. least of all a pretty blonde like her. she had so many other ideas to do that.
the girl she hit wasn't much older than her - if even & as expected, flipped. it was always the pretty ones. sammi even said sorry. what else did she want? she couldn't help roll her eyes at her, fighting the urge to blablabla at her while she fumed. did she understand the anger? uh, a little. but there was no need for this. "chill the fuck out, princess. it's just water. jesus fucking christ!" at least she didn't notice the cold with how worked up she was getting, because this really wasn't sweater weather. "get over yourself, geez." she pushed her fingers into one of her jeans pockets to fish a pack of tissues from it & pushed it against her chest. "there, early christmas present. you're welcome."
sunny hadn't had the best day, that was for sure. she'd woken up late, which didn't happen often, but she hated it. and despite the extra half hour, she didn't feel well rested, and then everything was just slightly off all morning. every task took twice as long. by the time some baby was wailing over nothing but wet clothes, she'd stopped to lean against the nearest tree and feel sorry for herself.
just when the situation appeared to be over and she could pass without being asked to help, sunny was unceremoniously slapped in the face with a wet scarf. it was the last straw. "you gotta be fuckinnnn KIDDING ME!" sunny barked, basically slapping herself in the face in her frustration and hurry to get the cold water off. "and that's just the problem! no one's looking anymore! just worried about your little selves and all your little self problems. there's other people here, girl!" she clapped her hands together once in the other's face. "wake up!"
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"maybe you shouldn't let them do this to you. why try to make friends anyway?" one of the younger nemesis kids was struggling to make friends & while sammi didn't really strive to form connections of her own in camp, she couldn't just watch. he was like eight or younger & they'd drenched him in snow, so she's taken off her coat to wrap around him, her scarf to rub his hair dry. "see? all better, yeah?" he ran off with a way too big college jacket & massive sleeves, but happy enough to throw himself at someone's companion. have fun. sammi herself was left in only a sweater & jeans, rubbing the snow from her scarf & cursing at it when it remained wet.
she slung it to her side & groaned inwardly when she heard it fltch against someone... she hadn't seen. not the kind of trouble she liked to stir, really. "fuck, shit." soft sigh. "i wasn't looking, so--rryyy".
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let's face it, sammi hadn't sat in the cold for who-truly-knew-how-long for a friendly ah that was so much fun, thanks for fucking with me. she wanted blood, rage - anger. she wanted a win. but until she got what she wanted, she'd just keep trying - plenty of victims around, all so eager to pray to mommy or daddy on their way home. her hideout was perfect. sammi wouldn't want to brag, but she felt like quite the strategist. a masterful one nonetheless.
arching back & forth on her feet - tip toe to heel with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, she eyed her latest victim in victorious hype that surely got her blood flowing almost as much as anger on the opposite side would've got him. balls came flying back at her & oh, the game was on. she dodged one, expertly - if you asked her, but the other hit her in the shoulder & sprayed her face as it exploded upon impact. leaping over one of the statues to find cover, she quickly reloaded, getting a few more snowballs ready to fly. "ready for war?" she didn't wait for an answer, though. sammi was out of cover & tossing a ball towards her, leaping a fence & bush to get behind her for another snowball to go soaring.
seeing the little blonde yell out to her, shiv was a little curious what she possibly could have dropped because those things usually happened to lesser mortals, but was not expecting any games. she was immediately reminded why she never let that happen, and frankly, a little offended. between the jumpscare of it and the little icy chips ricocheting up into her neck and face, shiv had one solid second where she was hot. and felt stupid. after the bapbap of the snowballs hitting her right in the chest, a red wave rolled over her body head to toe. but the girl's defense was very effective, just the right reminder worded in the right way from the right mouth to make her think twice and recognize the response for what it was. though her tongue was still tucked up in her jaw another moment.
"i'm not gonna lie, you got me. but that's okay, because now i know it's fun!" she grinned and skipped backward a few feet to duck and gather her own ammo to retaliate, whipping two balls back at her. she would stagger them, one where the girl was and one in the direction she thought she'd be in one second, based on her body language.
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sure, it was risky. not everybody in camp understood jokes & good fun, her brother had already scolded her the other day, but what else was she supposed to do when bored? something productive? pffhht. they had so fucking much snow. might as well use it for some fun & if someone got their panties in a knot, she'd deal with it. it wasn't like she couldn't handle herself.
she couldn't help a giggle at the look on his face, though - okay maybe she'd hoped for something a lot less than a smile to end her day on a perfect high of chaos. but alas, friendly competition. she could get behind that. swaying back & forth on her feet - tip toes to heels, hands in the pockets of her college jacket. "it's on, then." wide grin, showing teeth, she pulled a hand from her jacket & extended it, "sammi. what's your name? gonna need it for the speech after i won."
a burglar losing something wasn't a good look. especially when frost was running around outshining him in stealing things. how the fuck did she do that with the wind? that was why dario had stopped when sammi called out and went back to retrieve whatever he had dropped, a vial that he had swiped from one of the nymphs it seemed. "thank-" not even done with showing gratitude and he already became a target somehow. the son of hermes would have tried dodging away from it, or blown up after the fact, but he just smiled widely. "no hard feelings. plus, maybe i'll get you back before the month ends and we'll be tied!" who did she think she was making him feel stupid?
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location: temple area
open to: u if u dare :3
"ey, you! hey! yeah, you! over here, yeah - yep, you dropped this." had she been perched on one of the stone walls around temple grounds for the past ten minutes waiting for a victim? yep. she'd leaped off the wall, converse hitting the snow with a crunch crunch noise as she landed. cheeky grin in place as she bent down to seemingly pick up whatever it was the other demigod had dropped, she came back up with a pair of neatly formed snowballs that went flying, definitely hitting their mark due to her having lured them in. after the shortest & yet - if you asked her, victory dance, she held her hands up, "no hard feelings, right? it's all fun. no shame in falling for it, you know?"
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sammi. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.
BASIC INFO
full name — Sam(mi) Williams
age — twenty-five (february 12th)
gender — cis female, (she/ her/ her pronouns)
orientation — bi-curious
occupation — rancher
deity connection — nemesis
pet name — tba
weapon — (heavy) crossbow + studded leather armor
clothing style — girl next door, e-girl and casual mix aka me like, me wear
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Chloe Grace Moretz
hair — blonde / eyes — green
height — five foot & four inches
build — slim-ish, but lil curvy thanks to slim waist
scars — a few minor ones from ranch work and playing out in the wild as a child, no major scars
tattoos — her mother's name and birthdate on her left upper arm with a drawing of her mother's favorite old oak tree they spent a lot of time at
piercings — yuss 1 and 2
special characteristics — she's a little mouthy sometimes, short-tempered, but ... mostly reasonable, not giving a lot of fucks attitude
sexual preference— switch
PERSONALITY
alignment — chaotic ladies
positive traits — , reasonable, loyal, resourceful, semi-good heart, kinda hyper
negative traits — short-tempered, stubborn, driven
hobbies — hunting, wood carving, tending to animals, driving, hiking, music
MEDICAL INFO
mental — sad but fine tbh
physical — fine
phobias — fuck spiders
eyesight — 20/20
dominant hand — left hand
drug use — occasionally
alcohol use — ye, but not regularly
diet — fast food pls and thx
BACKGROUND
birthplace — reno, NV
parents — Elizabeth Turner (mother) & Samuel Williams (biological father) - both deceased, Nemesis (biological mother)
siblings — n/a
pets — pinky, tomtom, doodle (her 3 fav horses back home)
education — high school graduate
notable skills — not afraid to get her hands dirty, she's tougher than she looks and used to hard work, drives trucks like no other
BIO
Sammi's father fell for a beautiful woman traveler staying in the same resort he did. The woman never intended to stay, so when she left after they spent a few nights together, Samuel wasn't that surprised. She'd rode into town for a gig - or something, he hadn't asked for more than she had been willing to share. And they didn't spend enough time together to change that. He went back to the ranch he and his older sister had taken over from their parents and life continued.
Nine months later, that man unknowingly became the proud father of a little girl, a girl he wouldn't get to meet at all in his life, because he had been hurt in an accident with the horses at the ranch and never made it to the hospital. His sister took over the ranch on her own after that, hired a few workers in the hopes of making do and didn't expect to find a newborn in her care.
There were two letters in the basket next to Sammi. One for Elizabeth, one for Sammi. Elizabeth read them both, but chose to keep Sammi's hidden until she was old enough to understand. Her own was a plea to look after the child. She did. How could she turn away from her beloved brother's child?
She was named after the most important man in Elizabeth's life. They'd lost their parents early and took care of each other growing up, so losing him had hit her incredibly hard.
They had to give up the ranch eventually and Elizabeth took her daughter and some of the animals she didn't want to sell back home to Kentucky where her uncle owned a ranch himself. Life didn't necessarily change for them, but with more people around, life was easier on them both.
As she grew older, Sammi was taken on hunts in the woods, learnt how to dress animals she caught, she learnt how to use a gun, the bow and how to defend herself. Mostly. She still went to school and planned to graduate, but she knew college wasn’t for her. Honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life, but she had all the time in the world to find out. It was HER life after all.
Elizabeth died when Sammi was fourteen and left her in her family's care. She had left behind a box for Sammi to read when she turned 16; the box held money for a car in case she didn’t have her own by then and Nemesis' letter. She'd meant to give it to her, but passed away before she could and her relatives forgot about it at first.
When she read about her true heritage, everything made sense. She had a name, a location and she had a truck.
Road Trip.
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