"Peace begins, as War does, in the minds of Men."
"Leadership doesn't come with accolades. No one is gonna pat you on the back for doing your fucking job- that isn't why you do it."
(( Journal -- https://www.dayzrp.com/forums/topic/94328-nolite-te-bastardes-carborundorum-the-journal-of-sam-caulfield/ ))
● Early Life ●
Sam grew up the daughter of a single dad in Colorado. She spent her summers equally submerged in books and newspapers, and in the back country with her father, camping, hiking, and bowhunting. This upbringing instilled in her a sense of independence and self-reliance, as well as a snarky wit easily deployed on those around her.
When she reached college age she applied to UC Berkeley, graduating with a Masters in Journalism and a Minor in Fine art.
● Overseas for the New York Times ●
Sam had always wanted to be in the thick of things, learning, absorbing, collecting new information. It was the reason she had begun working for the New York Times, and eventually moved into the Combat Journalism department as a War Correspondent. After receiving her training she covered several conflicts scattered across the Middle East and Eastern Europe, with several runs in the Afghan, Yemeni and Crimean combat zones.
It was this particular exposure that made her the prime candidate for what was shaping up to be an interesting hot point on the world stage: Chernarus.
● Chernarus ●
She arrived to Chernarus in the province of South Zagoria with a team of US marines- two weeks into what the marines would only refer to as “the Zagoria incident”. From what she was able to gather it was an ongoing outbreak of some kind mixed with a healthy dose of military confusion between nations and bombings. Unfortunately, her time with the marines was short lived. In a horrific incident on their way to Elektrozavodsk she lost the entire squad, suffering a bite wound to her bicep as she fled. It was during this ordeal that she discovered that she was immune to whatever illness or madness it was that was ravaging the countryside. With the US garrison at Utes too far to risk traveling, and her press credientials lost in the skirmish, she made her way to Chernogorsk on foot, not trusting the paranoid, terrified people on the road not to shoot with one look at her. She eventually made it to Chernogorsk, intent on bumming a ride with the UN forces stationed there. She arrived to find the city in flames, riots and infected in the streets, and the UN having already pulled up stakes in the province in favour of Miroslavl. It was in that moment that she realised that she was on her own.
She now travels around the province simply trying to survive and make what life she can from what is left- trading whatever scavenge she finds for food or a warm bed. She jots down any information she can get her hands on about how it all happened, the events still happening , the people she encounters, and why she might be immune in a little blue journal in the hopes of being able to eventually relay what she has learned to the outside world.
● Recent Events ●
Sam settled in at the Radio tower on Green Mountain- trading, farming, and broadcasting the news with the intent to bring knowledge and normality back to the people in the region through the revival of radio broadcasting. She was joined by a small handful of people that eventually grew into a larger group, entirely neutral and newly dubbed "Green Mountain Radio". As time has passed Sam's group has only grown, a beacon of life and civility to those not looking to fight for a living, but looking to find a home and a purpose. She has started sending out small parties to repair broadcasting towers around the region, broadening the reach of Green Mountain Broadcasts to even the most isolated places in Chernarus.
● Personality ●
Sam is about as self-sufficient and independent as they come. She is naturally skeptical of people and tends to have a rather snarky, sarcastic, and occasionally dark sense of humour. She enjoys meaningful conversations, but not people that talk too much. She kept a limited circle of people she considered "close" even before the world went to shit. The apocalypse hasn't changed that too much. She isn't the most emotional person and therefore struggles somewhat with sympathising with large shows of emotion, though she tries...kind of. She spends a good bit of time alone but would one day like to have a Place, a Purpose, maybe even a Partner- but is deeply skeptical of the Universe doing her a solid and letting any of that come to fruition.
● Likes ●
Whisky, playing piano, Hot Tea, cooking, knives, the sound of thunderstorms, books, drawing, hunting, writing, Chicken Alfredo, Music, dogs, trustworthy straight to the point people, hot baths, bacon, glow sticks, traveling light (when she can), general heathenry.
● Dislikes ●
Loud ass guns without ear protection, over-emotional types, the sound of styrofoam, people who talk too much, Milk, people who never bathe, papayas, being over-burdened, whatever the undead are classified as, burnt food.
● Practical ●
First Aid, CPR, Stitching
Using and Repairing Radio Equipment
● Talents ●
● Piercings ●
Pierced ears - 2 piercings per ear.
● Tattoos ●
Tattoo on the inside of the left wrist- a Margaret Atwood quote in curling script. --
"Nolite te bastardes carborundorum" , Don't let the Bastards grind you down.
● Scars ●
Bite mark scar on the right bicep.
Shrapnel scar along her lower back.
● Closest ●
● Friends ●
Nathaniel "Boonie" Rowe
● Allies ●
Viscount Edwin Ashford
● Dissapointed In ●
● Disliked ●
● Enemies ●