DALY, SAMUEL AADEN

Full name: Samuel Aaden Daly
Current age and birth date: Twenty-Seven, December 12
Sexual orientation: Straight
Occupation: Physical Therapist/ Personal Trainer
Member group: Local
Face claim: Alex Minsky
Distinguishing features: Tattoos, his smile, those dimples, his yumminess, 5'10", 165 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, his right leg amputated right about his knee.
Likes: running, working out, the Marines, flirting, helping people, his dog, keeping busy, and keeping fit
Dislikes: when people stare at his leg, not being able to move around as well as he used to, not being in the Marines, the nightmares, silence, too much noise, lazy days, stupid people, lack of respect people give his fellow brothers, and alcohol
Strengths: his muscles, his determination, charm, wit, his looks
Weaknesses: his leg, his PTSD, little kids, and alcohol
Fears: not being able to function correctly, not being able to work, and slowly deteriorating
Habits: wearing jeans constantly, rubbing his amputated leg
Secrets: he's gotten a "Dear John" letter, he has PTSD and he won't talk about it unless he's drunk
Overall Personality: Samuel is the strong and silent type. Which might be his ultimate set back. He has PTSD, but he won't talk about it except to the doctors that he has to see through the VA. He's a very determined man, he doesn't like people to pity him or help him. That's what his service dog is for, who he picked out himself, a pit bull who had been rescued from a very high kill shelter, Riptide, turned out to be the best thing for him and actually helped Sam get out of his funk and makes sure he stayed out of it. He is a fun guy to be around when he's actually being himself. He loves to laugh and have a little fun. He is a work out buff, obviously look at those muscles. He liked to keep himself in top shape and is getting better at running with his leg, so he runs every morning with Riptide. He is dedicated to his work and would rather be working and moving around instead of just sitting still. He has a very hard time in large crowds, fireworks are a no no, any loud noises are not good for him, the smell of anything burning can set him off. He likes to pretend that he's okay. But let's face it, that's not true. He is still a momma's boy and he calls his mom every Sunday. He is still protective of his sister and checks in on her, even though she's twenty-three and can take care of herself. He treats his dogs like family and is not ashamed that he spoils them, he gets to take them everywhere with him, so yes they do get things that other dogs don't. Plus, they are great chick magnets, no woman can resist his service dog, Riptide. He is a pretty nice guy. He likes to flirt and hasn't been serious about a woman since his ex dear johned him when he was in a coma. He likes to drink, but he usually only has a drink or two max, since he was a bit on the alcoholic side of things not long ago.
Mother: Alexandria Daly, Baker, 47
Father: Martin Daly, Firefighter, deceased
Siblings: Olivia Daly, 23
Other: n/a
Pets: Riptide, 3, service dog Byron, 8 weeks, in training service dog
Overall History: Samuel was the first born of the Daly family. He always seemed like the strong and silent type, never really making a fuss, even as a baby. He grew up the same way, he was always a little serious. Sure he would play and get in trouble like any little boy but he was a pretty good kid. It got a little worse when he was four and his father died because of a fire, he went into a burning house and saved a little girl, he however lost his life later in the hospital from injuries sustained from the ceiling collapsing on him. The topper was that his mother, Lexi, was six months pregnant when Martin died. He did his best growing up to help his mother with his little sister, he was the little boy in the neighborhood that was always getting into trouble, and was sort of the golden boy, he played sports, all of them from T ball to Wrestling, Football to Soccer and Basketball. He was the little protector of his sister, who was four years younger than him. Through high school he was always the one to protect her, scare the boys away and give the lectures. He was always helping his mom out as well, getting part time jobs to help with the bills and to take some of the stress away from her. His junior year of high school he decided to join the Marines, since they didn't have the money to send him to college. He went off the boot camp after high school graduation and soon after the boot camp he was shipped off to war. He started collecting his tattoos when he was twenty. He had high hopes after getting back from his first deployment and was stationed in beautiful Hawaii. He lived a good life, sending all his spare money back to his mother and sister. He stayed in Hawaii for three years, he was twenty four, and was deployed again. He was there for a year before the unthinkable happened, he was stationed in Afghanistan and they were doing patrols. The driver of the truck ran over an explosive and the truck went up in flames. He doesn't remember anything after that, not really. In his dreams he remembers it clear as day. He spent fifty-eight days in a coma, when he woke up everyone was overjoyed and crying. His mother didn't stop kissing his forehead or playing with her hair for what seemed like hours, that is after she and his baby sister stopped sobbing uncontrollably. They told him later, when he asked where his then fiance was, they had been dating for five years and that's when they gave him the note she left. She told him that she couldn't handle it, and that she was leaving him and she wished him the best. Apparently she left this a week after he was brought to California. He was in active duty while in a San Diego hospital for seventeen months before being honorably discharged. Those seventeen months were the longest in his life, having to go through grueling physical therapy, learning how to live without his right leg and then how to use his prosthetic leg. After he was released from the hospital he was twenty-six and he went through a very dark spell. He because depressed and didn't know how to function correctly and turned to alcohol. It was four weeks before his twenty-seventh birthday that he snapped out of it and started to work out two or three times a day. He moved to Newport, to be closer to home and got a job as a personal trainer at a gym and does physical training on the side. He's trying to adjust to life still, but is treading water now instead of drowning.