<div class="floatleft">(http://www.e4.com/media/1A7A30BE-81FE-43FF-9890-7072C543AB26_extra.jpg) </div><br/>Name: Sam Harris<br/>Nickname Sammy<br/>Age: 27<br/>Gender: Male.<br/>Skills: Streetwise, knife fighting, lockpicking, burglary.<br/>Inventory: Various illegal drugs, combat knife, Glock, lock picks, food, water, rope.<br/><br/>Personality/Biography:<br/>Bio: Sam as they say was born on the wrong side of the tracks and the wrong side of the bed too. Saying his mother put it around a tad was a somewhat polite way of putting it. Marcia liked a good time and she was not that picky provided that they had money and spent it on her.<br/><br/>So Sam grew up in a house where each day there could be another ‘uncle’ at the breakfast table. His mother’s attention seemed to be telling him to be out because she was entertaining.  Thus it was no surprise that he grew up on the streets, learning to fight, to steal and to have ambition.<br/><br/>Ambition that led Sam of course to one route out of the estate, out of poverty, selling drugs was probably the only way that he would ever have money. So that is what he did and he was earning a reasonable living. Moving up in the gang’s ranks when the world turned to shit.<br/><br/>Not that really for Sam it was not that major a change, true those that had wanted to kill him in the past had used knives and guns rather than trying to eat his face. But still living on the edge, outside the comfort of law had been his life and in many ways there was no change.