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09:41, 28th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Sammy Slade

Phycological Profile as performed by Dr. Dorian Gray at the request of Sandra Dee: I will start with a statement of some pride in that Sandra trusts me to evaluate my own brother in an impartial manner.

Sammy is basically a big kid, someone who sees the world as a nonstop theme park and all you can eat candy store rolled into one. He has confided in me that he had to do certain things the rest of the world might frown upon in order for him and his mother to get by, yet he has not demonstrated any of those skills upon leaving the Carnival. He still dresses in his performance outfit of an Old West American Cowboy, and openly uses the stage name of Sammy Slade, yet he was a sharpshooter and I have yet to see him draw a single gun from his person once, even to show off or brag about the weapon itself. He also threw knives as part of his show, and while he carries some on his person again in the months we have been together he never uses them even so much to cut his food.

He expressed great interest in living as his character in the real world, yet he seems for the most part to be a very normal young man simply wearing a costume and carrying props for a roll he no longer plays. He knew who Susan was when she joined us in a surprising fashion, yet he did not talk her ear off asking about the real Old West.

He has recently tried to reclaim his drawl, so that could be taken as a sign the culture shock of the real world is wering off and Sammy id reasserting himself.

The first time we met Sandra Dee, she had us doing tasks she thought necessary. Sammy she called into her mobile home, and later she opened the door to obvious signs they had had and were still having sexual intercourse. I believe Sammy had tried to dominate her, and found himself in the very position he'd envisioned for her. After that he fell head over heels in rapid order, though Sandra gave no indication she felt the same or even desired more than a one night stand. Not too long after she ordered an orgy as she tries to live life as much as she can, and though I did not attend in order to keep Eunice company who turned down the invitation, Sammy did. I have no reason to believe Sandra did not enjoy multiple partners openly in front of Sammy, some possibly female as Sandra is openly bisexual. However, my brother remains fully determined to be with her, in whatever way she'll have him. She has a full time lover now in Susan, yet he still clings on for her touch and attention. I believe he has been accepted by her as a 'puppy', a human pet to be treated however she pleases. While I could say it is not the sort of relationship I would want for myself, I cannot say I do not want it for him because I am not him. He and Sandra are consenting adults, and in my studies I have come to learn that just because people act outside of social norms does not immediately mean a problem of any sort exists. He for the time wants this as does Sandra, so in that I am content. I do hope that Sandra, when or if she tires of Sammy or having a devoted puppy sub, will be gentle in cutting him loose and mitigate the pain as much as possible.

As for his usefulness to the group, I believe Sammy is a worthwhile member. He has demonstrated some ability with fixing and repairing cars, and I have to believe all the weapons he carries on himself did not used to be just for show. Once he resumes using them, his skill will no doubt prove invaluable in dealing with hat stubbornly does not wish to be dealt with.

History: A singer by the name of Cher recorded a song once which contained the line 'I was born in the wagon of a traveling show', a line to which Sam could strongly relate.

His birth was an accident, his mother worked in a carnival that managed to gain an overseas appearance in Britain. She was rather taken by a gentleman who came to visit the attractions, and they ended up in her quarters in short order.

She ended up pregnant, and when she told him he promised to make things right; that was the last she heard from him. She finally hired a private investigator, which took most of her savings to afford. They reported that the man in question was married into a noble family, and were able to discover that he had indeed told his wife about the affair. She had not been understanding, demanding he cut off all contact with the woman and his pending child or he would find himself divorced without a penny to his name.

The former mistress tried to sue for child support or anything really, but the family was old money and protected by a long standing English law firm. In the end she was alone, empty handed, and a mother.

She raised her son as best she could, he learned young to do little things to help around the carnival and earn his keep. As he grew older, he decided to earn more money by being one of the acts as opposed to tinkering in the background or lifting a stray wallet. He had seen a few Old Westerns on a grainy black and white set, and thought he'd try his hand as a quick draw and sharp shooter.

He grabbed every odd job he could find to afford even a cheap gun, then keep it fed with bullets. The piece of junk overheated easily and burned his hand more than once, but he refused to give up.

His first show wasn't the stuff of legends by any means, but it earned him enough to get a better gun. This equaled a better second show and that translated into more funds he could invest back into his performance.

He also bought a cheap DVD player, and would purchase all the Old West movies and TV series he could find for sale in second hand shops. He studied these closely, mimicking the common aspects of all including the walk and speech.

He also bought clothing to look more the part, a cowboy hat a duster along with boots, jeans, and proper shirts.

His final adjustment was to take a stage name, as his own he didn't feel was suited for a gunslick from the bygone days. Thus he became Sammy Slade, a real slice of Americana come to life as far as the audiences were concerned.

He was pleased with himself, his shows always put butts in seats and the extra money he brought in really helped out him and his mother.


One performance that stuck in his mind happened in Las Vegas, New Mexico; it was a small town like all the rest, where getting a permit to operate was cheaper than a big city but still allowed folks to drive an hour in from Santa Fe where posters been placed and clowns had gone to advertise.

On opening night he did his typical tricks, then after allowed people who wanted to to take a Polaroid with 'a real life cowboy'. The children loved that, and Sammy had different poses he could do with his guns holstered or drawn; of course he always unloaded them before this, to prevent curious hands from causing costly accidents.

The deal was a simple one, a visitor would pay for the picture, and a carnival employee would take it. Slade had done it many times before, and planned to continue doing so as it was a simple way for his show to draw in some more money for him and his mom.

The first surprise of the evening was when an adult man walked up to him, wanting to shake his hand. The stranger was dressed in a period suit, tall and thin, with light hair, a rakish look, and a small mustache; Sammy assumed the fellow was simply another performer like himself, after all New Mexico was once part of the Wild West so he guessed such an idea as his own was not original. When he took the figure's hand in his though, he it felt cold as ice despite the warm night around them.

The older man said he was very impressed by Sammy, and he might have a job for him if he was interested. When Slade asked what type of job, the vague answer was 'one that would make use of your skills, my boy.'

Slade felt nervous about the figure, though he couldn't say why. He politely refused, claiming the carnival was his home and he couldn't bare to leave it. He did offer the stranger a free photograph on him, which the fellow accepted. He said he would come for it later, and disappeared into the crowd. The carny working the camera, after the picture developed, told Sammy something must have gone wrong, the young gunslinger was the only one in it, standing alone.

Sammy was creeped out enough by all this, and simply tossed the picture away telling the woman helping him that when the stranger returned to say the film had messed up somehow.

That night he locked up his props, secured his stage area, helped his mom with her stuff, then had dinner with her and several others. Then he hung up his garb for the next day, got ready for bed, and hit the sack.

His alarm went off at 2:57 AM, way earlier than he kept it set for. It also blared a staticy radio station, playing the old song 'In The Year Twenty-Five Twenty-Five'; the reception was so bad though, it sounded like it kept saying '21 21' over and over.

Sammy turned the radio off, surprised the noise didn't wake his mother too. He was understandably shaken, so he went to splash some cold water on his face in hopes of calming down. When he returned to his bed, he saw something that wasn't there before;

On his pillow, square in the center of it, was the very picture he had thrown away hours before. Now however something was written on the large white part under the image itself, words that he knew for a fact hadn't been there before; 'Foster Chama'.

Slade felt fear pooling in his gut, but told himself someone was playing a joke on him. The girl who'd been taking the pictures knew this one was messed up, and had seen his toss it. Maybe she grabbed it out of the trash, and thought this would be a good prank. He couldn't explain to himself how she'd come up with the name Foster Chama, plus she'd never seemed interested in this type of humor before. Plus Carnies could be superstitious, and spooking one might get them to believing all sorts of wrong things or worse acting on them.

Still he decided to believe it was her, on the surface anyway; he never asked her about the picture or name, in fact he never mentioned the incident to anyone ever. He tried to be ignorant about it, though forget was something he could never do.

He scanned the crowd for the stranger for the rest of the nights the carnival was in New Mexico, and he felt a shiver in his spine whenever he heard they'd be returning to that state; never to Las Vegas for one reason or another, perhaps he wasn't the only one who had an odd encounter there. If so he never heard any stories, but then he wasn't of a mind to share his.

All the rest of his shows went normally before, during, and after, but that one he was never able to shake himself free of...

{GM's Note To Self; See Scratch Pad For Details Regarding This.}


Things were fine until he received a visit from a woman calling herself Lady Dorian Gray, from England. She informed him she was his half-sister, ignorant of his existence thanks to her mother's doing. However Dorian's Grandfather had been another story, growing angry when he'd at long last discovered what his daughter had done. He had hoped to meet his unknown Grandson but his health would not allow it, so he did what he could by willing the lad some of his prized pieces in his will. He also disowned Dorian's mother, and hoped the two siblings would travel together for a time and get to know one another.

Sammy had traveled far and wide with the carnival, but he was always inside of it where things never really changed. While his transformation into a cowboy had been intended to only draw an audience and put dollars in his pocket, he had envied those fictional men their ability to wander as the mood struck them and find adventure around every corner.

Dorian told him she planned to search for truth about spooks, haunts, and see how many of the many spooky stories told around campfires and on Halloween Night were true, and Sammy was open minded as carnival folk tend to believe in things that could either improve their luck or at least keep the bad at bay a bit longer. He had heard plenty of tales himself, and was rather curious to see what would happen if he mounted up and chased after them. So it was that he sold his inheritance, and after giving some of the money his mother kissed her goodbye.

Now armed with both her science and his guns, they travel together to find out what ruely lurks in the moonless night.