You escape the life of a commoner, though there's nothing wrong with being a commoner, except, the life, the food, and ease of dying. By becoming an adventurer.
Only ever called Samantha when some misdeed has come to light. Sammy is an ingenue, clever but unwise, lacking experience, but with that belief in personal immortality that only youth can have. A smile and sway of her hips usually means she's going to get her own way. She's 19 and knows everything [well maybe not quite that bit but only old people {30+} care].
Alone in the world, wary of entanglements. Not a waif but a lean compact 5'6" with occasionally slightly nervous demeanour [often covered with bold assertions and perhaps overly confident behaviour] might belie this. She drinks Rum and coke and thinks this makes her look sophisticated.

Thinks of herself as a 'free spirit' and  the hottest thing ever to spread her legs, well i mean, her generation practically invented sex...  Just a girl, out looking to have a good time... it doesn't seem to occur to her that she may end up actually being, the good time, had by all! Just don't tell the folks.
Tells are welcome

Lights, still a WIP and are mood dependent. However, anal isn't a preference [what is it with all you guys?] unless...it's a gangbang, and then its, [what is it, with {all}you guys!]

Reds
Perma anything without explicit consent. Bathroom stuff, just eeeuw! Torture, damage, pain [somewhere between Berlin's  'Take my breath Away' and Susan Cadogan's 'Hurt so Good']