Samantha was the guardian of the rift between reality, and the aperture, but got twisted and tricked by The Suit to letting him free. She now resides in the training facility, to consume anyone foolish enough to turn their radio off the assigned channels.

Samantha doesn’t say much, just moans and the occasional morse code message, but I’d still like for her to have some kind of voice.

Age: Ageless

Accent: Any

Role: Minor