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Name: Samara
Age: 17
Bio: Seventeen years ago, two fishermen out in the middle of a vast lake gave up for the day and were preparing to go home when, out of the fog, a small row boat floated toward them. They stopped it and looked inside, finding a crate of expensive wine, three bottles filled with strange purple plants and a baby wrapped in thick wool blankets.
They split the wine between them, drinking it on the way home, and flipped a coin to decide who would take the baby to the orphanage. The friend that won was skinny and, even though he was young, practically bald. He also had a wife, three children and a big house by the beach. So, when he and his friend went their seperate ways for the day, he skipped the trip to the orphanage and went home. They named the baby Samara after his wife's grandmother. His wife died a week after Samara's first birthday and all three of his children mysteriously ran away to their grandfather's house, leaving him to raise Samara by himself. A week after Samara turned seventeen he died and she moved to River Town to live with a family friend that runs a horse ranch.
Personality: Samara is quiet, doesnt talk unless its neccessary, and loves horses.

Name: Samara
Age: 17
Bio: Seventeen years ago, two fishermen out in the middle of a vast lake gave up for the day and were preparing to go home when, out of the fog, a small row boat floated toward them. They stopped it and looked inside, finding a crate of expensive wine, three bottles filled with strange purple plants and a baby wrapped in thick wool blankets.
They split the wine between them, drinking it on the way home, and flipped a coin to decide who would take the baby to the orphanage. The friend that won was skinny and, even though he was young, practically bald. He also had a wife, three children and a big house by the beach. So, when he and his friend went their seperate ways for the day, he skipped the trip to the orphanage and went home. They named the baby Samara after his wife's grandmother. His wife died a week after Samara's first birthday and all three of his children mysteriously ran away to their grandfather's house, leaving him to raise Samara by himself. A week after Samara turned seventeen he died and she moved to River Town to live with a family friend that runs a horse ranch.
Personality: Samara is quiet, doesnt talk unless its neccessary, and loves horses.

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Samara followed Daphne down a couple of hallways until they reached the guest room where she would be living.
"It's not as fancy as Myrt's but I'm sure you'll like it." Samara thought back to her bedroom in the beach house where she'd grown up. It had its own bathroom, shiny wooden floors and expensive furniture. This room definantly was a step backwards from that but Samara didn't mind. There was a small bed to the right with floral sheets and a bleach white pillow sitting above the covers, obviously fresh out of the washer. To the left of the room was a small window, a small white dresser with three drawers and a spindly legged stand topped with a heavy-looking tree that skimmed the ceiling with its greenish blue leaves.
"Thanks." Samara mumbled, putting down her suitcase on the bed and waiting for Daphne to leave. What she really wanted to see were the horses. Samara's parents' friend Lira owned a horse ranch that Samara had visited once when she was younger. She didn't remember much but just enough to immediately accept the invitation to come and live there.

Once Daphne left to help her sister Deidra in the kitchen to cook dinner, Samara crawled out the small window and walked through the ranch yard. The barns, painted the same color as the sandy dirt they were built on, were on the right and on the left there was nothing but fenced in pastures practically overflowing with horses. Samara walked up to the fence. The horses nearby reared and sprinted away, whinnying frantically. Even when Samara took some carrots out of her jacket pockets the horses wouldn't come anywhere near her. Confused and a little disappointed, Samara went back to the house and waited for dinner.

(Bump)

(Okay!I bet you just got the name from that commercial..)

(Oh...Never heard of him...A)

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