Name: Samuel<br/>Age: 26<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: Feline<br/>Personality: Sam's in it almost entirely for himself. To keep himself wealthy and fed and living well, even if it means he has to kill folks now and then. He usually doesn't enjoy it - it's just business, most of the time - unless someone makes it personal. He mostly eats people when he's hungry or when he wants to make a clean, no-evidence kill. Well,<span style="font-style: italic">mostly</span>no evidence. But he doubts the NIGHT would want to comb the sewers for the remains of victims he's flushed. As such, Samuel is a very reserved predator - as he's been a drug dealer since before the crisis, he knows it's best not to thin his potential market-range or to make himself seem unapproachable. Samuel is fairly wealthy for someone in such a time - even if most of his customers have been steadily going missing, those that remain are loyal customers and shell out what they can spare for their fix and occasionally he gets a new one - someone who's decided that they can't make it through the day without a little help.<br/>Description: Samuel is thin and shadowy, with ashen-gray fur peppered throughout with darker spots. He has a wispy dark-grey mane that tends to shadow his eyes and wears long flowing dusters and baggy clothing that conceal his build, body and what he might be carrying.<br/>Likes: Anything goes, if overpowered the predator may visit any treatment on Samuel desired. Likewise, Samuel is equally capable of inflicting a number of different types of vore on anyone who gives him ample reason to and isn't strong enough to fend him off. Hard vore is rare for him - far too messy unless he has access to an abattoir or such.<br/>Dislikes: N/A<br/>Pred/Prey Ratio: 50/50<br/><br/>Samuel sat at the bar not far from Aaron and Kesch, quietly enjoying his drink. He watched Leah roll her eyes and sigh at Aaron's proclamation of having a 'date' with Grant and smirked. He wondered how the human could afford to keep screwing off like he did, he'd hardly heard of him playing recently yet he saw no signs of poverty. It was almost depressing - Samuel had thought the rocker for a surefire customer, musicians seemed so much more likely to end up experimenting or being hooked to less-than-legal substances like he peddled. A shame.<br/><br/>Then again, it wasn't like he needed the cash currently, he thought, grinning a bit.