Name: Sam (I know what your thinking, madness! but it's because of this song: X

History: You may need a seat for this history bud! - Sam was brought into this world on the 17th of March 2002, on warm spring day, at about 8:15 in the morning, his father was not there to see his birth, unbeknown to anyone in Sam's home, but his father was unlucky to stumble upon rat poison. Of course once Sam knew all of this, he held a serious grudge against humans, and hated nearly everyone. He left home when he was 8 weeks old, last one born, last one to leave home, but, his mother gave him something that she never gave any of the others, it was a hug, he never needed it, but as a softy at heart, he hugged her back, and smiled, "Goodbye mother!" and left without fuss or problem.
Of course being out in the human's world alone didn't help Sam, but he managed, just barely, but he managed, he found one of his siblings, Simon, they were about 3 years old then and they worked together, they teamed up, one day before they went into they're normal sleeping place, they decided to check out a new alley place, sadly, it was residence to cats, and Simon got fatally wounded, and Sam had to carry Simon on his back, all the way through human ick, cat infested areas and past lots of food which he needed, but he couldn't stop, he had to go find his mother, he needed her to heal Simon, like she used to many years ago, all of those 5 years ago.
Sam remembered exactly where she lived and he lay down Simon's body when he knocked on the door, the bleeding had stopped, but the wound looked a bit pussy and infected, his body was weak and needed liquids and food. A young looking rat answered the door, but Sam knew it was probably one of his many new sibling and smiled nervously and got the child to fetch the owner of the house, which was his mother, and she invited them in, and she looked down at Simon's weak, lifeless body, she could feel a pulse, and she put him into a warm bed, with one of her children nursing him, like using a small cloth and dabbing it on his head so he wouldn't overheat, Sam and his mother sat in the living room, and she offered him tea, he nodded and she send another of her children off to make tea, he noted how frail and old she looked, and then reconsidered, maybe those were her grandchildren, but never though about anymore, he recounted the whole story of his life up until a few days ago when Simon got attacked by a cat, even though it was Simon's fault, Sam still took full blame, and left Simon in his mothers care.
Sam never felt need for revenge, until he went to his mothers one day, and there was no Simon, and his mother tried to explain that he'd passed away in his sleep, and he just got angry and stormed out, he needed to avenge Simon. but before he full went out of his mother's sight she shouted after him, called him back and attempted to make him promise not to do anything irrational, but he refused to accept such a silly promise, in a fond farewell she hugged him, and handed him a bear claw, and she smiled at him and allowed him to go.
Sam found a wall, which wouldn't destroy the bear claw, but sharpen it, until it was sharp enough to cut through skin, he tested it on the cat who brought about Simon's death, he gained many injuries, which scarred over, but took her claws and her pelt as prizes, for his mother, she was indeed glad that she would be warm through the cold winter, and she offered him some but he refused and left later that day, he went back to his home, where himself and Simon used to live, it seemed sad and empty without Simon but Sam was only there to pick up several things, he found a rat stealing from his larder, and killed it at once, discarding the body, the skull was slightly lager than his, so he made a helmet out of it.
He was wandering, a lone rat, with cat claws, a rat skull helmet, battle wounds, and a sharpened bear claw, he met a weasel, who was only juvenile, but still larger than himself, whilst acquiring several new scars, he managed to subdue the weasel, he never killed it, but took it's claws as revenge for trying to kill him, sadly as he left the weasel bit off the end of his tail he killed the weasel in cold, red anger then ran back to the town, and turned the weasel's claws into an earring, he hated weasels after that, his tail bled for a while, but it stopped before it was too serious, and he was fine, and still abides in the streets, and alleys.
So now, if your wandering the street, don't look twice at Sam, or your marked as a target for life.

Personality: He's impulsive, as you can tell from his history, he never needed to kill any of the animals, but he was angry, depressed and full of hate. Around those who knew him before he changed into a murderer, he's lovable, kind and has the will to survive, as shown when he fought the Cat and when he walked several miles with his older brother on his back.

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