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This thread will follow the life of Samuel Okakie

 

 

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CHILDHOOD

 

Samuel Okakie was born on February 1, 1996 in an Indian Reservation called Window Rock. Growing up, he's always been well discipled as his father was a Lieutenant in the Navajo Nation Police Department. His mother was a stay at home mother, who taught him to always do his chores no matter the circumstances. Having both his parents in his life, some would say that he's been blessed by god that he had a man's perspective in life along with a woman's perspective in life. Samuel has always been mature for his age, but despite being from a well rounded family and how discipled he was, Samuel is the epitome of being a product of his own environment. His father would fight crime against Amerindian Gangs, ranging from the average no good street gang to organized crime groups such as outlaw bikers. Despite being a son of a law enforcement officer, he's always been influenced by his friends, who were part of these street gangs. Samuel has always been torn between the gang life and the law enforcement life. Upon graduating high school at the age of 17, Samuel decided to follow his father's footsteps and become part of the Navajo Nation Police Department, but at his age, he wasn't allowed to fully join. He he to go through rigorous training along with a brutal right of passage to earn the badge. At the age of twenty one, he finally became an officer of the law for the Navajo Nation Police, from there he lost many friends and made many enemies. Despite his power and authority, his self esteem and his need for love and respect was missing, as he devoted his life to a badge rather than his values.

 

A CHANGE

 

Samuel decided that enough was enough, he wanted to explore the city life, he was tired of seeing his people being drunk and high all the time. He no longer wanted to be part of a dying culture and race, therefore resigning and leaving his badge behind. Wanting something new, he decided to move to Los Santos, San Andreas on his on with only $2000 in his pocket. In desperate search for a job, he applied at a local gas station as a gas pump attendant, earning minimum wage. On top of that, he was constantly verbally abused. It got to the point where it wasn't tolerable anymore, that he snapped at the manager and left on horrible terms. From there he began a new profession as a sub contractor for a Logistics company, he seemed to enjoy it at first, but the long hours and constant sitting would get to him, he would also discover that making money wasn't as easy as he thought. Remembering what his old gangbanger friends taught him back at the reserve, he would consider being corrupt and challenge authority by doing illegal activities to make himself richer, faster. Knowing that he's working for a trucking company, he would somehow use the company as a coverup to operate his illegal activities in secret. After finally settling in, and seemingly knowing what he wants in life, which is money. He's fallen in-love with American culture, and embraced the outlaw image. He looks forward to making connections with the underground society of Los Santos.

 

ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES

 

It is rumored that Samuel is trafficking in illegal narcotics and firearms from his connections in Arizona from local Amerindian gangs. Although rumors spread, Samuel "Bigfoot" Okakie manages to stay below the radar and keep a low profile. He is yet to be caught by San Andreas Law Enforcement.

 

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Word around the Navajo Reservation spreads around, local gangs spread news about Samuel Okakie purchasing a stolen BenelliM1 shotgun from a Warrior Society Original Gangster. Nobody knows what Samuel's intentions are with it.

 

 

 


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Mother of exiles, the torch of hope
In the toss of the tempest, threw us Madison's rope
But the brazen giant, with limbs astride
Blocks the golden door, to the U.S. of Lies
Screaming
Fuck your huddled masses
Scrub our floors, cut our grasses

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
And every howl marks a debt
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets

Never forgets


Mother of exiles, the torch of hope
In the toss of the tempest, threw us Madison's rope
But the brazen giant, with limbs astride
Blocks the golden door, to the U.S. of Lies
Screaming
F*ck your huddled masses
Scrub our floors, cut our grasses

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
And every howl marks a debt
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets

Broke our brown backs, chasing Mr White's dream
That Bill of Rights was just a pyramid scheme
We clawed to the middle, and pray for the end
"Don't let our children's children grow up to be them"

Fuck your pale seniority
Go build your walls
We own the majority

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
Every howl marks a debt
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets

 


 

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