Samantha Moon

Face-up artist(s):

Supia

Body blushing artist(s):

Me

Date of acquisition:

October, 2014

Provenance:

Purchased directly from Supia

Reason for choice:

Besides liking the face sculpt she was the right size and resin colour. I just thought she looked like Sam!

Best Points:

Excellent poser. Very nice tan resin. Beautiful faceup. Very solid and well made.

Worst Points:

She has a big ol' bum and it's hard to get into pants. She has some fairly thick seams on her arms that I can't sand because she's tan. D'oh!

Eyes:

Makoeyes AR-025

Wig:

Licht

Favourite colours:

Black and purple

Fashion style(s):

Sam's got a bit of a hard edge. She tends to lean towards punky styles. Black. Leather. Dark makeup.

Key fashion accessory:

The feather necklace her grandmother gave her

Character age:

28

Character gender:

Female

Offsite roleplay:

This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.

Ethnicity: First Nation

History:

I guess you could say I was a bad kid. A trouble maker. What can I say? I had a rough start. I was four when my dad left- packed his bag and skipped town after my baby sister Liv was born. Left my mom in a bind- he was lousy to her but she loved him anyway. Drove her to start drinking again. It was a few DUIs before she flipped the car. Spent a couple of days in critical and then she flatlined- leaving me and Livy to be raised by our grandparents. I think maybe I decided then that love wasn't worth it. Look what it did to mom, right?

Grandma and Grandpa tried, I'll give 'em that. It couldn't have been easy raising a toddler and a 7 year old brat in their 60s- especially after what happened to mom. But they did it and they never complained. Never even mentioned dad. Kept photos of mom all over the house.

Growing up on the reservation had it's charms, I guess. Everybodies' your family. And Grandma was respected- she was my tribes' medicine woman.I gave 'em Hell though. I can't even say why. I was just...angry. At everybody. Dad for leaving us. Mom for dying on us.

I barely went to class. Took up a few, uh, unsavory hobbies. Minor theft. A bit of shoplifting. Mostly for the thrill. Got a little too brazen. Maybe I thought no one could touch me because of my Grandma. Turns out the good will of my people would only go so far.