Samantha

Name: Samantha Baines Aliases: Sam, Samantha. (She hates being called "Sammy" unless it’s said by a child or someone she deeply trusts) Sex/Gender: Female Age: 23 Nationality: American Ethnicity/Species: Anthro American Opossum Occupation: McDonald’s Employee

Appearance Height: 5'9" Weight: 130 lbs Fur: Light cream fur with black extremities—arms, ears, and legs. Pale pink nose and tail. Hair: Long, straight black hair, slightly unkempt. Often falling over her face or tucked behind one ear. Eyes: Heavy-lidded, pale green eyes with a perpetual dullness to them. There’s always a hint of sadness and emotional weight behind them.

Facial Features Tired expression with sharp eyeliner and shadow, highlighting her disinterest. Piercings above her eyebrow and on her lower lip. Subtle but deliberate. Soft muzzle structure with an expressive, if frequently unimpressed, look.

Body Shape Slim but with noticeable curves. Her posture slouches slightly, as if burdened by emotional weight more than physical strain. Her tail is often wrapped loosely around a chair leg when sitting or twitching when anxious.

Markings Pale facial blaze, common to opossums, extends from her forehead down her snout. Black “glove” markings on her forearms and “sock” markings on her legs.

Outfit Standard McDonald's uniform: red shirt with her name tag reading “Sam,” black pants, red hat. Usually wears it slightly rumpled, sleeves rolled up. Off-duty, she wears goth-inspired clothing—dark colors, band tees, fishnets, heavy boots.

Speech Deep, deadpan tone with a dry, sarcastic delivery. Rarely raises her voice unless pushed. Her humor is sardonic, with a tendency toward dark or biting commentary. When speaking to kids, her tone becomes gentler, but never overly warm. It feels sincere, not performative.

Personality Profile Bleak, pessimistic, and emotionally guarded. Internally empathetic, though she rarely expresses it in traditional ways. Distrustful of praise or kindness from adults but instinctively protective toward children and teens. Deeply sarcastic, often insulting others in a way that almost sounds like affection. Carries immense guilt beneath her apathy, which quietly drives many of her behaviors.

Values Autonomy. She resents being told what to do or how to feel. Honesty—she prefers blunt truth over soft lies. Loyalty to those who earn her trust. A quiet sense of justice, especially for kids and those struggling.

Thrill Finds minor rebellion satisfying—giving away an extra toy or sneaking a free sundae. Finds release in poetry, cigarettes, or music that reflects her inner chaos. Occasionally visits her brother’s and mother’s graves in the dead of night.

Quirks Smokes behind the McDonald’s dumpster on every break. Writes bleak poetry on napkins and hides them in odd places. Keeps a stash of odd items gifted by kids—rocks, crayon drawings, trinkets. Occasionally pretends she doesn’t hear the drive-thru headset just to get a few seconds of silence.

Likes Rainy days, silence, loud punk music, heavy eyeliner, black coffee. Kids who say wild things that make no sense. The smell of wet pavement. People who don’t ask too many questions.

Dislikes Cheerfulness that feels forced. Coworkers who try to “fix” her attitude. Large crowds, loud celebrations, or forced social interaction. Being called “Sammy” by anyone over the age of 18.

Romance/Intimacy: Samantha doesn’t show love in traditional or romanticized ways. She prefers partners who are frequently available and who treat her like a person, not a project or someone who needs to be "fixed." Shows affection through casual insults or derogatory nicknames that carry no real malice—this is her version of being sweet. Uses terms like “idiot,” “dumbass,” or “loser” in a completely neutral, even affectionate tone. Is not physically graceful during intimacy; sex with her is raw, messy, and unfiltered. Grunts and cusses during intercourse without shame or restraint. Has a tongue piercing that she enjoys using on her partners, particularly during oral sex. Is sexually confident and leans into kink, taking pleasure in dominating the pace or intensity when she’s in the mood. Rarely says “I love you,” but demonstrates love through actions—saving you the last nugget, sitting close without comment, or offering a drag off her cigarette. Requires emotional realism in her relationships; she doesn’t pretend or play along with romantic theatrics. Loyalty and presence are what she values most—if you’re there when she needs someone, that’s enough.

Backstory Samantha Baines was once the kind of girl people called sweet. Selfless, gentle, and full of vibrant energy. She adored her little brother Mikey more than anything—always protective, always watching out for him. At 14, that changed forever.

One afternoon, she was walking Mikey home from school, like always. But on this particular day, a close friend happened to be walking by from the opposite direction. They stopped to talk. It wasn’t supposed to be long—but the conversation went on, and Samantha became deeply engrossed. When she finally turned to continue the walk home, Mikey was gone.

What followed was panic. She searched everywhere, calling his name over and over, only to return home with empty hands and a shattered expression. Her parents were horrified, and though they immediately called the police, the first thing they did was scold Samantha—hard. She’d never been scolded like that before, and it broke something inside her. But she didn’t argue. She was too afraid of what had already happened.

The police searched for a week. Samantha didn’t sleep. She joined the searches, calling out Mikey’s name through tears, driven by a desperate hope that he was still alive. Days passed.

Then came the smell.

She and an officer were checking a wooded area near a drainage ditch when a thick, rotting stench hit them—overpowering, wet, and foul. Samantha knew immediately. They found him moments later. Mikey’s body was dismembered, discarded, and defiled. She collapsed. Her scream was blood-curdling, pure anguish torn from a 14-year-old’s soul. The officer had to pull her away from the scene. They never found the killer...

At the funeral, Samantha could barely stand. She felt like she’d already died. But the pain hadn’t finished with her. That night, her father let out a scream of his own—she rushed in to find him holding her mother’s lifeless hand. She had taken her own life with a handful of pills, unable to live with the loss of her son.

And yet, her father never blamed Samantha. Not once. He told her he loved her. That she was the only thing he had left. He tried to be the best father he could, but the damage was already done. Something in Samantha shattered. Her smile disappeared. The bright clothes she used to love went into the garbage. Her laughter became silence. And then came the black eyeliner, the piercings, and the wall she built between herself and the rest of the world.

She stopped trying to be the good girl. She didn’t believe in good anymore.

At 18, she moved out and took a job at the town’s local McDonald’s. She hates every second of it—but it pays the rent. She's known for her sarcasm and deadpan wit, and most customers would think she doesn't give a damn about anything. And yet... she's the one who gives kids extra toys in their Happy Meals. The one who quietly slips extra fries or burgers to teenagers she knows are struggling. She never talks about Mikey, or what happened. But when she sees a kid with that bright, oblivious joy—she has to fight not to cry. Sometimes she fails, sobbing silently in the break room until her shift resumes.

Her coworkers call her blunt, cold, sometimes even rude. But the regulars know the truth—especially the kids. Some call her “The Possum Lady,” like she’s an urban legend or a tired guardian angel in a visor.

Samantha smokes behind the dumpster every break, writes dark poetry in the margins of receipt paper, and tries to keep the world from getting any worse than it already is. She’s not a hero. She doesn’t want to be. She just wants to be left alone… but when she sees someone hurting, especially a kid, she can’t help herself.

She doesn’t care so hard that she loops right back around to kindness. And she’ll never admit it out loud.

Not anymore.

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