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5,300 | 142 | 16 | 2,098 | 16 | On his way out the exit, Alexander (unknown to most) was interrupted by a somewhat drunk man, probably from England based on his words. As the two men both backed up, Alex made sure this wasn't a purposeful introduction to an attack, and saw a look of shock on the man's face. The English man claimed "it wasn't his night," and asked if Alex was "a guard or a blue top". Alex knew what a guard was, of course, but had never heard of "blue top."
"Neither," Alex replied, "I am a Scavenger, and I will carry my weapons wherever I so chose." Alex figured that this man might be a good fellow, but as a drunk man, he should probably be left alone until morning.
"Are you still sober enough to tell me where any tents are that I can fall asleep in, or do I have to ask another person." All Alex was hoping for was that the guards or the "blue tops" didn't show up, and didn't know about him until morning. Although, getting an answer would be nice, and getting a map of the base would be better... | Name:
Matthew "Matt" Clarke
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Description:
Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances.
Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years.
When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned.
Biography:
Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names.
After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college.
While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry.
College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic.
When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career:
Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak.
Other:
None. |
5,301 | 142 | 17 | 924 | 1,705 | Jack narrowed his eyes as the man mentioned he was neither. In all honesty Scavengers were nothing to him but wannabe heroes. However the man was armed and his arrogant dismissal of the camp's rules tickled Jack. Though his knowledge, or lack of, meant he wasn't a local. Hell Jack had had enough of being told what to do by the camp, and it's prestigious guests. Walking forward he gestured out of the door.
"Have you seen the state of the camp fella? We are packed in here and if there was much spare room it would be taken." Then pointing to one of the dirtier looking ends of the camp he spoke again. "See, I was one of the first ones here and I get shitted on. Now I may have a bed in my bunk that is free, but a decent space to sleep is hard to come by around here so..." Jack looked off into the distance and then smiled.
"Tell you what! You can have the bunk for thw night, if you get me something nice. Don't care what! But something I can't get this side of the fence." Turning Jack was caught in a slight daze but then righted himself. He then offered his hand and plastered on a cheeky grin. | Name: Jack Sullam
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Description: Jack is a well-built man, standing at 5 foot 11 inches he is not very tall though. His shoulders very broad and his stomach and chest are flat, not toned though. He also has prominent muscles on his arms and legs but not to the point of being incredibly strong. Naturally he is stronger than he is quick and it shows in the way he stands and walks. His skin itself is quite dry and his hands and legs are covered in small scars and calluses. On his head Jack has closely shaved black stubble which he cuts himself with the large clip folder knife he carries on his belt. His beard he has allowed to grow out and falls prominently for a good 4 or 5 inches off of his face, well defined jawline and chin. Again he uses his knife to keep the black facial hair in check as well. His face is also broad, like his shoulders, and holds deeply set green eyes, a slightly large and misshapen nose that holds the scars of a number of breaks. His lips are quite thin and are a light pink.
Biography: Jack is actually a Brit born and bred, born in East London he grew up on an estate, having been kicked out of school, and spent his time in small time looting and small time mugging. Before he could be caught for any of his ‘minor offenses’ he was sent to America by his parents, where he then lived with distant relatives. Whilst the family tried to set him straight Jack continued to ditch his school and mess around. When final grades came around Jack was less than surprised that he had not one passing grade. He took up an apprenticeship as a handyman with a friend’s dad. It was a dead end job with a dead end pay. By the time Jack was 25 he had a small apartment, a decent TV and some camping gear. Jack was almost looking for an excuse to break free from his boring hole of a life. He couldn't hold down a relationship and worked for some of the worst families in the Florida area. Eventually slipping into slight alcoholism. The only thing keeping Jack from abandoning his life now was the fun he had camping. He wasn't an outdoors nut but enjoyed the time he spent outdoors, alone and in the calm. After the outbreak Jack found it terrifying and then, oddly, calming. He decided to go camping as his escaping of the hordes and violence. For a time he was happy, but despite his enjoyment of being alone, he started to go a little stir crazy on his own. That was when he made his way to the Refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career: Jack was a handyman, or jack of all trades, and so has a number of maintenance skills. However he is certainly no expert, so don't ask him to perform open heart surgery.
Other: Jack wears skinny blue jeans, mustard Timberland boots, a checked cotton shirt and a slightly large leather bomber jacket. He also has a large rucksack full of equipment, such as a Zippo lighter, most of a carton of cigarettes, a full bottle Jack Daniels, a couple of tins of beans, a spare pairs of jeans, a spare shirt and a pair of wellington boots. He also has a canvas tent however he donated that to the camp to help others. |
5,302 | 142 | 18 | 2,098 | 16 | Alex was a little skeptical at how quickly this man's mood changed, but still reached out and shook the hand, unable to keep a completely straight face. Alex decided that he might as well try to have at least one friend in camp, for when he placed his bombs at the main guard locations. He still remembered the damaged house he used on the edge of the city, and left his makeshift bombs there. I will use the shack as a base, and leave my rifle there. I will get him "something special," and then come back.
Alexander hoped the house still had its barricades on it, and hoped that even if it didn't, the hidden compartment in the closet on the west side of the house wasn't discovered. He still knew a couple of stores and locations of the city that weren't scavenged, by him at least.
"Do you have anything in particular you want?" Alex asked the man in a hushed voice. People were starting to take notice, and as such, Alex asked the man if they could go somewhere less crowded to talk, as he double checked all his supplies were still fastened tightly, and that his pistol and rifle were still in place. | Name:
Matthew "Matt" Clarke
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Description:
Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances.
Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years.
When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned.
Biography:
Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names.
After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college.
While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry.
College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic.
When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career:
Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak.
Other:
None. |
5,303 | 142 | 19 | 924 | 1,705 | The drink was really starting to make Jack's head spin, the moonshine kicking in, and after sacking the mans hand he had to half listen, half stumble out of the door. Slumping to the side e fell down in the muck besodes the ntrance and hung his head between his legs. Shuddering he felt his body quiver and then vomited between his legs. The expulsion was mostly a dark looking goo, from the drink, and Jack felt better as he stood, avoiding to get any on his clothes. Already his stomach was calming down and the night air felt more brisk and less dulled. Sighing he then turned back to his new companion.
"Okay, well I got a knife, some drink, a lot of fags, a sleeping bag and half rations for tomorrow. Oh and a couple of lighters. If you can get me a gun, I would be eternally grateful, however if not that then just use your imagination. Something useful but not obvious. A spear for example is no use." With that Jack started walking down a small alley way. Outside the bar very few people were to be found, except slightly lighter drinkers, and so the way was mostly clear. This was Jack's usual way home and whilst it didn't command spectacular views, it did indeed get him home whilst avoiding guards. Which probably wouldn't be too happy on his condition, or his friends armaments. Turning another corner Jack was smiling.
"It seems we didn't run into Ru-" Jack was cut off. A bear of a man appeared from the shadows, flanked by two weedy looking men. Each man bore a knife and a club, and was dressed in all black, except from a red bandana they wore over their mouth, like a half balaclava. Rufas was the ear, he was burly and fat at the same time. Though he didn't move too well. His sidekicks were grunty and stumpy, nicknames of course but it didn't take away from the fact they could smack the shit out of most. They ran most of the back alleys in the camp and took a 'toll' for the service.
"What do we have here boys? Old Jacko out for a midnight stroll is he. You owe me two weeks toll Jack. Where's my money?" The two goons laughed like rats and Rufus was smiling widely as he stepped forward. Clearly they had no intention to leave Jack and his acquaintance alone. | Name: Jack Sullam
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Description: Jack is a well-built man, standing at 5 foot 11 inches he is not very tall though. His shoulders very broad and his stomach and chest are flat, not toned though. He also has prominent muscles on his arms and legs but not to the point of being incredibly strong. Naturally he is stronger than he is quick and it shows in the way he stands and walks. His skin itself is quite dry and his hands and legs are covered in small scars and calluses. On his head Jack has closely shaved black stubble which he cuts himself with the large clip folder knife he carries on his belt. His beard he has allowed to grow out and falls prominently for a good 4 or 5 inches off of his face, well defined jawline and chin. Again he uses his knife to keep the black facial hair in check as well. His face is also broad, like his shoulders, and holds deeply set green eyes, a slightly large and misshapen nose that holds the scars of a number of breaks. His lips are quite thin and are a light pink.
Biography: Jack is actually a Brit born and bred, born in East London he grew up on an estate, having been kicked out of school, and spent his time in small time looting and small time mugging. Before he could be caught for any of his ‘minor offenses’ he was sent to America by his parents, where he then lived with distant relatives. Whilst the family tried to set him straight Jack continued to ditch his school and mess around. When final grades came around Jack was less than surprised that he had not one passing grade. He took up an apprenticeship as a handyman with a friend’s dad. It was a dead end job with a dead end pay. By the time Jack was 25 he had a small apartment, a decent TV and some camping gear. Jack was almost looking for an excuse to break free from his boring hole of a life. He couldn't hold down a relationship and worked for some of the worst families in the Florida area. Eventually slipping into slight alcoholism. The only thing keeping Jack from abandoning his life now was the fun he had camping. He wasn't an outdoors nut but enjoyed the time he spent outdoors, alone and in the calm. After the outbreak Jack found it terrifying and then, oddly, calming. He decided to go camping as his escaping of the hordes and violence. For a time he was happy, but despite his enjoyment of being alone, he started to go a little stir crazy on his own. That was when he made his way to the Refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career: Jack was a handyman, or jack of all trades, and so has a number of maintenance skills. However he is certainly no expert, so don't ask him to perform open heart surgery.
Other: Jack wears skinny blue jeans, mustard Timberland boots, a checked cotton shirt and a slightly large leather bomber jacket. He also has a large rucksack full of equipment, such as a Zippo lighter, most of a carton of cigarettes, a full bottle Jack Daniels, a couple of tins of beans, a spare pairs of jeans, a spare shirt and a pair of wellington boots. He also has a canvas tent however he donated that to the camp to help others. |
5,304 | 142 | 20 | 2,098 | 16 | The man shook his Alex's hand, with a misty look in his eyes. The drink had started to take effect on him, and he went over to a wall, slouched down, and threw up. The man quickly got up, apparently trying to avoid the stuff, and it appeared that the night air had a good effect on him. He sighed while turning toward Alex, and gave Alex a list of supplies he already had. A gun was what he wanted most, but that would be hard to come by. At least he then said if Alex couldn't get one, be creative, and Alex had an idea. Before he could speak it, however, the man proceeded down some alley ways, away from others.
As we reached what looked like our destination, the man turned toward Alex and said, "It seems we didn't run into Ru-" before he was interrupted by a man with two scrawny sidekicks who came out of the shadows. Alexander thought he saw something when they arrived, and he knew he should have spoke up. The men were in all black, to help hide in the shadows, but ad a red bandanna over each persons mouth. The big one, the leader by the looks of it, stepped forward.
"What do we have here boys? Old Jacko out for a midnight stroll is he. You owe me two weeks toll Jack. Where's my money?" The leader said. So know I get to learn your name, wasn't hoping it would be like this, Jack. Alex thought as he let out a sigh. He really didn't have time for this, so decided to finish the job quick and efficiently, like he learned how to do. Drawing his knife, he quickly threw it into the leaders throat, but the drink made him aim slightly off. Instead of cutting off the windpipe so he would choke to death, the knife stuck into the side of the leader's esophagus, causing a bleeding effect. He would either die within five minutes, or he would be dumb enough to pull out the knife, crumpling his esophagus, causing him to die instantaneously. Drawing his pistol, Alexander shot the man with the cudgel above the right eye, slightly off center, and slid it back into its holster. This all happened too fast for the other man, so Alex tackled him, and put him into a choke hold, after throwing aside the man's knife, which landed by Jack's feet.
"What should we do with him?" Alexander said as he faced Jack, with the ruffian still in a choke hold. | Name:
Matthew "Matt" Clarke
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Description:
Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances.
Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years.
When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned.
Biography:
Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names.
After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college.
While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry.
College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic.
When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career:
Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak.
Other:
None. |
5,305 | 142 | 21 | 566 | 827 | 'Those are good guys.' Olivia thought to herself. 'Without them, this entire fucking camp would probably be worse than outside.'
Her thoughts, as she sat in her darkened, damp corner of the Bar-N, were of course referring to the UN troopers that had appeared a while ago, taking care of the juvenile fight that had ensued with professional grace. She was amazed, really, how hysterical people still were.
She sighed and raised her glass of... lemonade to her mouth, only to discover a moment too late that she had drank it all. She ought to stop doing that. Pretty much anything in the camp that wasn't water or beer was in short supply, and there was only so much beer because there were people home-brewing the stuff. Not good for her; one of the reasons why she insisted on sitting in a dark corner was due to all the drunkards who mistook her for some kind of post-apocalyptic prostitute.
'Post-apocalyptic'... times really had changed. It wasn't too long ago that Olivia was actually under direct, imminent threat from hordes of shamblers just lurking outside, as she waited, golf club in hand to smash their hollow heads in. Nowadays they only popped up in small groups outside, and were usually quickly shot down. She wasn't sure whether to be thankful for the return of a fairly peaceful lifestyle, or disappointed that the 'zombie movie' chapter of the ordeal was over. That was always her favourite part.
The mentally reformed woman, worried that she was over-thinking things, got up from her seat and nonchalantly went over to the bar. Like others, she was supposed to be on watch sometimes, but for some reason she hadn't received the post in a while...
"Hey." She said to the barman, leaning against the... well, the bar. "I'm guessing I've drank all the Lemonade in the entire camp, so... if I could just have water, that'd be great."
As she made her query, she turned to the side briefly to notice the man next to her. Well... 'man' wasn't really the right word, perhaps 'teenage man-wannabe' would suit more. He looked a bit like one, with his sorta-muscular-but-not-quite build, unfinished tattoo, piercing scars (if you're gonna have a piercing or tattoos, that's a commitment, damnit) and... quite frankly, amusing hair. If it was any more amusing she'd have giggled to herself. | Name: (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese
Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease.
As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit.
Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth.
Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack.
On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon.
As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades.
Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country.
Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin.
Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care.
Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package.
When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan.
By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp.
As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts.
Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life.
Other
Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't.
However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was.
It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle.
Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company
The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected.
Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower.
The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly. |
5,306 | 142 | 22 | 1,517 | 423 | Conrad had given up watching the other men nearby. It wasn't an excitement that really drew him in anymore. He'd seen enough of that sort of thing growing up that he just didn't care. He'd looked around the room again, considering taking a table seat, but thought better of that at the moment as well. There was nothing wrong with here, and if he went and sat on his own he'd just end up reading his book again and no one would talk to him. Not that he really minded all that much if people ignored him. But sometimes, it was nice to talk to someone.
He'd pulled out his book anyways though, sitting down on a wobbly stool to read it through his glasses that he'd finally pulled down out of his hair. He was worrying one of the rings through his lip with his teeth while he stretched the back of his book out so it might hopefully stay open without him having to hold it open. It was a battered old Iain Banks book, the name of which he couldn't remember, mostly because the cover and the front page were gone. But he'd read the author before so it wasn't hard for him to figure out who's work it was.
The movement near him made him look up at the woman standing there, asking for water of all things. Then she looked at him and he flashed her a nice smile "Dunno if you really want to drink the water from here," he shrugged, placing his book print side down to hold his place open while he talked. "Been sitting for a bit and all. Gone a little skanky with slim maybe. Your name's Olivia, right?" They'd never really met, but there wasn't a lot of people in this place either. And word about someone who looked like her got around, so even if they'd never spoken, he knew her name. | Name
Conrad Peter Axford
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Male
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Description
Tall, a little lanky, freckled and bispecteled. Conrad has a mess of auburn hair, stopping at about his shoulders unless he's cut it back closer to his jaw recently. It's a messy sort of curl that he keeps out of his face with either a hair tie or headband. Blue eyes set in a handsome face behind a pair of glasses that have seen better days. He has what looks like used to be three rings through his bottom lip, but is now only the right and middle one with a scar on the left from the other one being pulled out. There is a mostly finished tattoo of a phoenix around his left arm along with a few scars there and elsewhere. Some from before, more of them from after.
Pre-infection he was a little more muscular, but he's still rather fit.
Biography
Third child and second son, his father was an accountant for a gang and his mother a former prostitute. He grew up around a lot of family (some of whom were also in the same gang as his father), and a lot of "family" as well.
Schooling was never made overly important, or at least school itself. Conrad, along with his older brother ditched class a lot, but still managed to pass. If only just barely. By the time the world was going to hell he was already dropped out if high school (dropped out before they could kick him out for fighting among other things) working on his GED while working part time with his cousin at the restaurant he owned.
Pre-infection career
Bust boy and part time thug. Mostly just a trouble making teenage.
Other |
5,307 | 142 | 23 | 924 | 1,705 | Jack's face was a shade of white when Rufus had come forward, however after Alex was done it was simply ghostly. He had just shot him!? Jesus christ. Jack had seen a share of death since the outbreak but that didn't stop it haunting him and he hadn't been witness to twp humans. He had only seen foghts woth thw things. All sense of sobriety returned to Jack and his hands begun to shake as he ran his hands through his hair and tried to think straight. Even before the outbreak he had witnessed violence, and new how to cover it up. But he had never killed a man.
"Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Okay so someone is going to be here shortly. And we cannot be around for that. Firstly, since we might as well, check them for anything valuable. Rufus was a dick but he had some good stuff." With that Jack looked around, the alley was mucky and there was clearly two pairs of bootprints leading back to the bar-n. Grabbing a wooden pallet from the trash he used it to wipe out any and all evidence of their bootprints, before hurling the pallet into another nearby alley. Turning back to the bodies he stepped forward and grabbed the mans knife. Jamming it into the other lackeys throat. Scratching around very un-clinically he dragged the round out and pocketed it. He then looked down. Blood now covered his hands and stains had appeared on his jacket. Turning back he looked down at the one lackey still alive. He knew Jacks name.
"Deal with him. Can't have a witness knowing my name." He had heard an old boss say that once, though was naive and didn't realise its meaning then. It made him sick to think of what he had just saod, but times were tough now. Sighing he leant down and searched through Rufus himself. He couldn't bear to look at the situation now. Pulling out Rufus' knife he thentn pulled out a small satchet of a white powder and a clip of ration cards. Taking all three items Jack then wandered over to the side of the alley.
"So we cant go straight back too mine. Follow this alley and then take a right, then a left and then walk through the small shack with the red roof. On the other side is a slightly main path so watch for guards. Go across and through a camp of tents. I will meet you in there to take you back to mine. And if you can avoid being spotted, my friends around here wont rat on me, but you. Hell you look scary as fuck, they would rat on you." Woth that Jack walked up the alley and turned left. He had a different route. | Name: Jack Sullam
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Description: Jack is a well-built man, standing at 5 foot 11 inches he is not very tall though. His shoulders very broad and his stomach and chest are flat, not toned though. He also has prominent muscles on his arms and legs but not to the point of being incredibly strong. Naturally he is stronger than he is quick and it shows in the way he stands and walks. His skin itself is quite dry and his hands and legs are covered in small scars and calluses. On his head Jack has closely shaved black stubble which he cuts himself with the large clip folder knife he carries on his belt. His beard he has allowed to grow out and falls prominently for a good 4 or 5 inches off of his face, well defined jawline and chin. Again he uses his knife to keep the black facial hair in check as well. His face is also broad, like his shoulders, and holds deeply set green eyes, a slightly large and misshapen nose that holds the scars of a number of breaks. His lips are quite thin and are a light pink.
Biography: Jack is actually a Brit born and bred, born in East London he grew up on an estate, having been kicked out of school, and spent his time in small time looting and small time mugging. Before he could be caught for any of his ‘minor offenses’ he was sent to America by his parents, where he then lived with distant relatives. Whilst the family tried to set him straight Jack continued to ditch his school and mess around. When final grades came around Jack was less than surprised that he had not one passing grade. He took up an apprenticeship as a handyman with a friend’s dad. It was a dead end job with a dead end pay. By the time Jack was 25 he had a small apartment, a decent TV and some camping gear. Jack was almost looking for an excuse to break free from his boring hole of a life. He couldn't hold down a relationship and worked for some of the worst families in the Florida area. Eventually slipping into slight alcoholism. The only thing keeping Jack from abandoning his life now was the fun he had camping. He wasn't an outdoors nut but enjoyed the time he spent outdoors, alone and in the calm. After the outbreak Jack found it terrifying and then, oddly, calming. He decided to go camping as his escaping of the hordes and violence. For a time he was happy, but despite his enjoyment of being alone, he started to go a little stir crazy on his own. That was when he made his way to the Refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career: Jack was a handyman, or jack of all trades, and so has a number of maintenance skills. However he is certainly no expert, so don't ask him to perform open heart surgery.
Other: Jack wears skinny blue jeans, mustard Timberland boots, a checked cotton shirt and a slightly large leather bomber jacket. He also has a large rucksack full of equipment, such as a Zippo lighter, most of a carton of cigarettes, a full bottle Jack Daniels, a couple of tins of beans, a spare pairs of jeans, a spare shirt and a pair of wellington boots. He also has a canvas tent however he donated that to the camp to help others. |
5,308 | 142 | 24 | 2,098 | 16 | Jack's face was that of a ghosts, the palest Alex had ever seen. Jack started panicking some, but stayed under control. After scavenging the bodies, Jack tossed Alex back his knife, and Alex used it to slit the man in the choke hold's throat, being careful not to get blood on himself. Alex then wiped the blade clean and let the rain fall on it, before drying it and sliding it back into it's sheath, and listened to the rest of what Jack said. He stated the obvious, that we couldn't go straight to his house, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was a silencer on the pistol, but someone would show up eventually. Jack gave Alex some instructions, and walked off.
Right, left, red roof, across street, camp. That was repeating in Alex's head as he ripped some of the men's clothes, and kept the spare rags. Lifting his head and having a mouthful of rainwater, Alex started down the path. He turned right as instructed, and then took the left. As he was walking in the darkness, he heard people starting to get settled into their homes. Then he saw the red shack with a flash of lighting. It wasn't very tall, and the lighting wasn't coming so often, so Alex jumped up, and performed a kip-up onto the top of the roof. Getting into a crawl, he looked over what was probably the "main rode" and saw the tent camp ahead of him. There was only two people, and three guards traveling the path, and with good timing, he Alex could cross while both had their backs turned.
3.. 2.. 1.. Move Alexander dropped down and hurried across the street, moving at a slight crouch. He entered the tent city, and started to quietly weave his way to the other side. After a bit of trekking, and a few close calls, Alex made it through the camp, and settled down to wait for Jack. He covered his rifle with his backpack mostly, and pretended to be a man who had fallen asleep on a backpack. Staying awake might be a little difficult. | Name:
Matthew "Matt" Clarke
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Description:
Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances.
Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years.
When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned.
Biography:
Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names.
After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college.
While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry.
College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic.
When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career:
Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak.
Other:
None. |
5,309 | 142 | 25 | 1,635 | 6,755 | The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything.
But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird.
"...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in.
"Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure."
As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances.
"...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen. | Name: Tanya Roberts
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers.
When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando.
Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh.
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5,310 | 142 | 26 | 566 | 827 | But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch.
The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?" | Name: (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese
Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease.
As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit.
Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth.
Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack.
On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon.
As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades.
Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country.
Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin.
Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care.
Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package.
When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan.
By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp.
As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts.
Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life.
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Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't.
However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was.
It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle.
Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company
The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected.
Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower.
The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly. |
5,311 | 142 | 27 | 1,517 | 423 | Conrad shrugged his one shoulder, lips pursed for a moment. "People talk. There ain't a whole lot else to do around here sometimes, ya know." He turned a bit more on his stool so he faced her more, leaning his side up against the bar still. "You got nothing to worry about from me. Just thought I'd make conversation is all. Besides, you do look familiar. Swear I've seen your face before." And he surprisingly did mean her face. Even if the rest of her wasn't unfamiliar either.
He looked back over to the barman when he returned with the water. Raising both eyebrows up at that he shook his head some before looking back to Olivia. "I was joking before," he said a little skeptically. "But I suppose the funnest jokes are the ones that are at least a little true."
He thought about it for a moment before holding out his hand. "My name's Conrad, by the way. So that way you know mine too." | Name
Conrad Peter Axford
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Male
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Description
Tall, a little lanky, freckled and bispecteled. Conrad has a mess of auburn hair, stopping at about his shoulders unless he's cut it back closer to his jaw recently. It's a messy sort of curl that he keeps out of his face with either a hair tie or headband. Blue eyes set in a handsome face behind a pair of glasses that have seen better days. He has what looks like used to be three rings through his bottom lip, but is now only the right and middle one with a scar on the left from the other one being pulled out. There is a mostly finished tattoo of a phoenix around his left arm along with a few scars there and elsewhere. Some from before, more of them from after.
Pre-infection he was a little more muscular, but he's still rather fit.
Biography
Third child and second son, his father was an accountant for a gang and his mother a former prostitute. He grew up around a lot of family (some of whom were also in the same gang as his father), and a lot of "family" as well.
Schooling was never made overly important, or at least school itself. Conrad, along with his older brother ditched class a lot, but still managed to pass. If only just barely. By the time the world was going to hell he was already dropped out if high school (dropped out before they could kick him out for fighting among other things) working on his GED while working part time with his cousin at the restaurant he owned.
Pre-infection career
Bust boy and part time thug. Mostly just a trouble making teenage.
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5,312 | 142 | 28 | 1,635 | 6,755 | A conversation had developed between the Brit and a scavenger after Jack took his leave from the bar Matt was at. He took no offense to the man abruptly ending their conversation, it was the nature of the beast. In fact, Matt had begun to grow weary of the night and was planning on returning to his bed. Matt finished his drink quicklu, paid for his drink, and then took his leave from the bar.
The tent where Matt called home was located just inside the vehicle depot. It was a loud location but it was the only one available when he first entered the camp. There had been promises that were made regarding a new home, but they were empty ones. For now, Matt would live here. He did not have many belongings. Most of what he had gathered was just necessities. Matt lived that way. Things he needed, not things he wanted. | Name: Tanya Roberts
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers.
When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando.
Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh.
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5,313 | 142 | 29 | 2,098 | 16 | Alex had one of his meaningful dreams, being unable to keep awake. The dream started with him in a coma, in a hospital. His parents and his younger sister were weeping, and watching him. He had been unconscious for 6 months, and showed no signs of waking. The military came in, and tried to take his parents away, but they said they wanted to take Alexander with them. The military refused, and forced the family along, leaving Alex on his own.
The next "dream-piece" left Alex in an abandoned house, scavenging. He heard movement in a closet of own of the bedrooms, and drawing his pistol, flung the door open. Alexander was on edge, and as soon as something tried to move, he shot into the closet. Falling out was an around ten year old girl, who had a bullet hole in her throat. She fell into Alex's arms, and Alex could do nothing but watch, as the girl, who's eyes were filled with pain, and whom couldn't speak, bled to death right in front of him. The worst part was, the girl reminded him of his sister, and Alex imagined that was his sister bleeding out, and left a scar in his mind.
The last part of the dream didn't start out so bad. He was out scavenging, and with him was a women, no more than 19 or 20. They were searching for supplies for a camp, and were in an infected area. A few infected were killed, and then Alex saw the children. There was an orphanage, and it was filled with zombie children. An image flashed in his mind, of the children being trapped as the Z's entered, infecting everyone inside. This image caused Alex to collapse on the side of the street.
Then he awoke... | Name:
Matthew "Matt" Clarke
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Description:
Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances.
Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years.
When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned.
Biography:
Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names.
After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college.
While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry.
College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic.
When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp.
Pre-Infection Career:
Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak.
Other:
None. |
5,314 | 142 | 30 | 566 | 827 | Captain Ishida Hisashi began examining Alexis. The usual palpitations and proddings. He checked her pulse, her blood pressure, her ocular reflexes, placed a stethoscope to her chest and back. Shining a torchlight down her throat. Checking her hair for lices. Weighing her and measuring her height. Asking questions. Had it been a pre-apocalypse check-up, it would have been more complex. It would have included blood-tests, exercises, x-rays. But they didn't have equipment for that.
"We are low on medical supplies. Low for weeks. We resupply by sending out convoys, but no, there is never enough." The medical officer said as he was checking through Alexis, this time looking closely at her skin with his flashlight shining all over her. With some difficulty, he got Alexis to remove her shirt. He sighed at what he saw before dressing her up again, "If only you Americans stop drinking and hurting each other..."
"Tanya-Kun. It may not look like it, but your sister is in poor health." The medical officer said gravely, "Alexis-Chan is slightly malnourished. She is displaying early symptoms of Scurvy. I could hear phlegm building up in her, which indicate the beginnings of a flu-like illness and therefore weak immunity system."
"This is common problem." Captain Ishida said as he swivelled his chair once again to face the boxes behind his desk. " Let's see..." For a moment, he had returned to using native Japanese.
"Here." He produced two packets of vitamin-infused gummy candy. This time, a packet contained Doraemon-shaped gummies, manufactured post-infection, as indicated by how the factory had to get creative with what little ink they had. It had an outline of Doraemon flying with his head-copter gadget and shooting a cartoon zombie with his air-cannon. The other packet had Kenshin on it, with appropriately shaped gummy candies. After that, he instructed Sergeant Maiko, his impromptu pharmacist, to put together a package of anti-biotics and flu symptom suppressants (cough syrup, mint, paracetamol, etc). After the medicine was placed on his desk, which was neat with several notepads and pen at a corner and his family picture in another (wife and 9-year-old daughter in kimonos), he laid out instructions on dosage and usage, "And Tanya-Kun, Alexis is not to exert herself. Take the right medicine as symptoms emerge. I will instruct ration distribution centre to pack the fresh berries we found into Alexis' portions."
"And speaking of exertion, you look pale, Tanya-Kun. It is your turn." And Captain Ishida went through the same procedure with her, and although he found her nutrition to be sound (in comparison to the deficient)... "I believe I have found the cause of your headache. You have been dehydrated. Stressed. You've lost some weight, and some of that lost weight is due to lack of water." Wiping sweat away and scratching his scalp, looking rather dismayed at bad news coming in with every patient, he swivelled his office chair as usual and started rummaging through another cardboard box. He had Sergeant Maiko fetch drugs again.
The prescription: 4 bottles of unopened distilled water and... a tube of wafers meant to be thrown into the water to produce quick isotonic drinks with the necessary salt and ions. The tube was decorated with colourful depictions of Hamtaro and friends. "Sorry, no more adult versions." Sergeant Maiko brought even more paracetamol for the headache. "You should rest more just like Alexis. Keep within the shade. Do not worry, just relax."
"If symptoms persist, return to me, and I will check you again. This is why you do not miss medical check-ups." | Name: (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese
Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease.
As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit.
Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth.
Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack.
On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon.
As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades.
Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country.
Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin.
Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care.
Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package.
When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan.
By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp.
As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts.
Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life.
Other
Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't.
However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was.
It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle.
Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company
The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected.
Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower.
The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly. |
5,315 | 142 | 31 | 1,635 | 6,755 | Tanya took a moment to look around the medical tent, she would occasionally look over towards her sister as Captain Ishida examined her Alexis didn't like doctors or dentists before the apocalypse started but she didn't fight and did every little thing that Ishida had told her to do. She would look over to her sister reluctantly when Ishida asked to take off her shirt. "It's okay sis." Tanya would say in a motherly tone, taking a reluctant sigh Alexis took off her shirt and continued with the examination. Alexis did have a hard time breathing lately though Tanya assumed that it was just allergies which she had.
Upon hearing the grim news about her sister's health Tanya would look over at her sister with a worried look, Alexis was the only family she had left she wasn't sure about her relatives and extended family before the outbreak happened and didn't talk to them as often as she should have, but with no real way to communicate anywhere else was hard enough. "I'll be fine Tanya." Alexis said reassuring her older sister when she was handed the gummy vitamins to take, though it was childish Alexis still liked things like that.
When it was Tanya's turn she got up and headed over to where her sister had sat, passing her by Alexis took the same seat that her sister had been sitting in. Letting Ishida do her examination Tanya would look over towards the picture at his desk seeing what she assumed was his family there which made Tanya smile softly. "Is that your family?" She asked, taking all of the prescriptions that Ishida was giving to her and her sister she stood up putting her shirt back on and looked down at the tube of wafers seeing the little Japanese cartoon characters on it. Though they were for most likely the younger kids. "Thank you again, and i'm sorry we didn't come any sooner." | Name: Tanya Roberts
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers.
When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando.
Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh.
Other: |
5,316 | 143 | 0 | 1,012 | 4,032 | I. Compliance
A bolt travels a long way to the chamber of a boltgun. The finest materials traveled into the forges to be shaped by the machinery overseen by tech adepts. The acceptable quality of such an item was immense, and waste of resources or skill not tolerated. Once stamped with the seal, it was packed with other such items for voyage into the void, out to the ever-gapening maw of the Emperor's Legiones Astartes.
Thence it would find its way into the holds of a rogue trader transporting emergency resupply items into the warzone. The bolter rounds would sit in that case, in the hold of a ship, until the intended user, an Astartes, loaded the rounds into magazines and the magazines into their respective bandoliers and webbing.
It would be carried into a transport vessel, a civilian one obeying the orders of the Argyos planetary governor that a tithe be paid in material in these most unusual and harrowing of times. That the vessel carried the truth tithe, death from the Emperor, did not cross the minds of the men directing the traffic from space down to planetside, into the garrison that was the man's fortress, his center of authority. It was also the cancer in the center of this world, a place where the seeds of Chaos were being planted.
The enemy were not entirely without caution; the local forces were in on this governor's little rebellion, this balking of the Great Crusade and the Imperial Compliance. The expected little rebellions in response to the various edicts. They expected informed citizens, loyal to the Emperor of Mankind, to create mayhem, to resist. But they did not expect there would be Astartes involved. The hatch of the transport opened and prepared for inspection. The men piloting the transport found something solid to take cover behind. They knew what would come next.
And so when the bolt was fired, the casing ejected, and the bolt itself found a home in the head of a trooper that was not expecting that, fired by a man that was a Son of Horus no more. It wasn't the first shot Argyos ever heard fired in anger, but it was the first shot of a new war. | Name: Prodigal Son
Age: Unknown, but reckoned to be at least a century old.
Legion: Luna Wolves, renounced.
Planet of Origin: Terra or Cthonia.
Physical Description:Prodigal Son's armor is repaired from battlefield salvage and the paint has been carefully scraped off and the pauldron insignia defaced and painted over with the Raptor Imperialis symbol of the Reunification Wars, a symbol forces loyal to the Emperor fought under on Terra as well as the Imperial Aquila. The armor is not as efficient as a properly-maintained mark, but it gets him into the fight. He's done the best he can with repairs, but the battle damage shows.
With the helmet off, Prodigal Son is unremarkable, but has a gold service stud and a silver service stud on his brow. He does not like to display them often, for they display his features and those tell a tale; as is sometimes the case, the gene-seed expresses strongly, as it does here.
His is the likeness of the Warmaster, the Betrayer Horus. To perhaps further demonstrate where he stands on the matter, he has the Imperial Aquila tattooed onto his cheek. The other is marred with the scars of las-fire and the shrapnel from a melted helmet face-plate, a memento of one of the engagements of the Great Crusade. His head is completely shaven.
When not fighting, when not focusing, he stares off into the distance, his mind visibly churning. He wrestles with himself, with his love of his former brothers. With his shame for his gene-father's betrayal.
Skillset:Prodigal Son is a tactical marine to the bone; there are few tasks that a Space Marine and his bolter are not suited to, after all. The tools depend on the tactical situation. Some Legions wed themselves to specific styles, but the true essence is to adapt, but adapt ferociously and, above all, win. That was always the way of his legion, as it moved from victory to victory, rarely tasting defeat. His experience in numerous Imperial Compliance actions has honed his capabilities.
History:Prodigal Son's exact circumstances are not entirely known, mostly because he does not speak -- his oath is of silence, his penance is in deeds. His Primarch's sin cannot be washed away, and he intends to sell his life dearly to the enemies of the Emperor. It is hard to say whether the man is one of the Luna Wolves holdovers of the original intake of Terran recruits or a Cthonian addition that stayed strangely loyal to the Emperor when so many of his own followed the Warmaster, their gene-father, where he would lead.
What is known is that the Rogue Trader picked up Prodigal Son on the planet Polybius on his route; there was ferocious fighting between Imperial Army elements and Chaos Cultists seeded there by the Word Bearers Legion. Prodigal Son did not command, did not rally, did not organize. He fought, hunting the leaders, looking to decapitate the cultist command. Those he did not end with a bolter round to the head he hacked down ferociously with a chainsword. He stalked the trenchworks like a ghost. When he struck, it was with singular and suicidal ferocity, fury made manifest.
In one particular case at the end of the revolt on Polybius, out of ammo for his bolter and out of promethium for his chainsword, he encountered a leader of the Cultists. The Psyker tried to seduce him with the words of a demon that knew all too well what his heritage was. The woman's skull was splattered messily with two rapid blows of his gauntleted fist and a bellow of spiritual pain. It did not go unnoticed, word spread on the planet.
When the Rogue Trader told this silent Astartes the plan, he gave a nod and came aboard.
Psychological Profile:It's hard to say what Prodigal Son thinks, as he does not speak. But his actions are very clear -- he has the same controlled viciousness that made the Sons of Horus one of the most successful of the legions during the Great Crusade. In countless compliance actions, they struck mercilessly. The same applies here. It's his heritage to the bone, even if it is now a traitor's heritage.
Equipment: Umbra-Pattern Boltgun. It has a hook and a tether line that allows it to stay attached and handy when he lets go of the grip. It also has a foregrip if he wishes to stabilize it. That is not Mechanicus-approved modification but he is beyond caring. It allows him to switch quickly over to his chainsword.
Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword, magnetized with a switch so Prodigal Son can release it from harness and bring it to bear moments after releasing his bolter.
Armor that is truly the salvaged and repaired parts of other armor. It is, essentially, what will be known as Mk. V "Heresy Pattern" armor. Notably, the knuckles are spiked. The helmet is a modified Mk. IV, there are bits and pieces from other marks and field expedient. Plates are riveted on, repairs are visible. It is not parade-ready, but it can still fight.
Grenades when he can get them. |
5,317 | 143 | 1 | 62 | 2,653 | Iron Within. Iron Without
A sound plan. That was how Kraeger had described the idea to infiltrate the govenours palace via the large supply crates that seemed to rarely be thoroughly checked by his men until they were already inside. He had scoffed at this glaring hole in their defenses, any man with so many enemies should have been screening his cargo multiple times long before they were ever anywhere near his home. But, it made a perfect opportunity for the Legionnaires to get in whilst causing minimal collateral damage... of course Kraeger was completely ok with causing maximum collateral damage if that method was easier. Intercepting and aquiring the crates and convincing the drivers to help their cause had not been hard in the slightest.
Of course, all this was a moot point as no one had told Kraeger the crates were just barely large to fit a Legionnaire in full power armour and their previous cargo. So, for the past hours he had been crouched amongst a massive pile of what had once been neatly stacked gourmet food. By now said gourmet food had devolved into mush all across the proud warriors armour... he had to keep himself from growling the entire way. At least by the end of this they would be in the palace, and then it would all be over very quickly. The guards checking the cargo were completely unprepared for when Prodigal Son burst from his own crate and opened fire. He was followed shortly by the former Iron Warrior Kraeger Antal, his dark gray armour and proud veteran stripes obscured by the slurry of what was once food. The Legionnaire growled his annoyance, his bolter matching his low growl with a burst of shells. The rounds smashed into a group of guards still stunned by surprise at the suddenly appearing demigods.
Two of the three poor bastards were dead before they knew what had happened, chest busting out as the bolter shells created massive sucking holes amongst their now shredded internal organs. The third and fourth were marginally luckier, one screamed as his arm was blow off at the elbow and sent him tumbling into his comrade. Kraeger chose now to speak up on the Legionnaires shared vox channel, "Damnit Prodigal, next time we stick ourselves in crates filled with unkown supplies I get first pick. I don't mind blood and gore but whatever the hell the governour likes putting in his mouth I'd rather not have my armour smelling like it.", he complained in his subdued and half hearted manner, not unlike a man who couldn't give a rats ass if his own foot was shot off.
When he finished his poultry complaint a few of the human guards appeared to still have back bones and opened fire on the armoured behemoth. The scattered las fire did little but vaporize the caked on food which covered his armour and scorched the paint a bit as well. Kraeger turned to face the new threat, kicking his way out of the large crate in order to get more mobility. Splinters flew through the air as he burst the box, the food slurry spraying through the air with them. He did not send another volley, rather with disciplined single pulls of the trigger shells flew to meet their mark. Another guard was flung from his feet by the force of the shell exploding in his chest. It had been a little while since Kraeger haad been in combat again... it felt damn good to be back in his natural space. Gunning down enemies in the name of the Pert- the Emperor... he was still getting used to that. | Name: Kraeger Antal
Age: 187
Legion: Iron Warriors
Planet of Origin: Olympia
Physical Description:Kraeger is in every way an Iron Warrior. He has a stern and dollorous countenance. His eyes are a dark accusing grey and he has no hair. His face is thick and menacing with a long sacr running from his chin to his left temple. His left ear is mostly gone, having been lost to a particularly nasty ork and his bald head has several long scars. Wether these were self inflicted or battle wounds is unknown. His Eyebrows are thin and raven black, and he sports no facial hair. Normally he carries a doure expression, free of happiness or hope, only scorn and paranoia. Bags have developed under his eyes after going without sleep for far too long, even for an Astartes Legionaire. His armour, Crusade pattern, still carries his veteran hazard stripes and even the symbol of his legion... though the metallic skull has long since been purposefully defaced, ruined by its owner.
In addition his armour has begun to show sign of hasty and ad-hoc repairs. Magnetic studded plates cover his right pauldron and chest plate and scorch and poc marks have been similarly covered here and there about the armour. In addition, a few more markings on his armour seem to have been defaced in a similar vein to his Legions insignia, though it is unclear what they may have once been. He stands average for a Legionnaire, seven feet and several inches. His right arm is cybernetic, currently it is sheathed in his armour however.
Skillset:Kraeger was a Veteran, a son of Olympia and survivor of many of the Iron Warriors most vicious sieges. He was there during the decimation declared by Perturabo, helping to beat his brothers to death on the orders of a god; and he endured. He was there when walls were cracked and his brothers fell in droves;he endured. He squatted in trenches and fox holes, dirt and muck and shrapnel sprayed over him as well as blood from Legionnaires in the hole with him; and he endured. His skills are those of Endurance and siege, how to stand and fight longer and harder than anyone else. He and his bolter have stood in trenches and in the breaches of fortresses for over a century, and he has endured. He is most talented with his bolter at medium to close range combat common in a siege as well as trench fighting, fortification building, and the assault of strongholds.
History:'When first I became an Iron Warrior, when first I saw Great Perturabo he gave us an order... an order of decimation. My friend Alris drew his straw and I helped beat him to death with my own hands. When we were ordered to dig a trench or foxhole, and sit for months without moving we did it. When it came time to burst from our fortifications and charge a gunline I did it without hesitation or a second thought. When a siege broke and we were ordered to slaughter everyone within I was the one to carry it out, the murderer who's hand held the axe. When Great Olympia rebelled and I was ordered to do the same to my home I did not question, I simply did. After I earned my stripes and was told to enter a lodge of equals, to discuss amongst brothers I did so. I never questioned an order, not once did I hesitate or refuse.
... Until Istvaan. I knew my orders, after the bombs I was to join in the obliteration of the stragglers. I agreed, never one to question and down our transport went. It never landed. In the atmosphere we were hit and went down. Only I survived. We had landed in... i-it was a pile of my brothers. I don't know how many, I couldn't count them all. For the first time I disobeyed an order without question. I found those survivors and joined them against my own legio- against my Primarchs orders. I struck the skull from my shoulder, I struck the totems and symbols of the lodge... but could not strike my stripes for they at least were my own. As they descended on us I hopped on the first transport away that I could find... I could never go back now... perhaps that was good.
Eventually, I do not know how long now, I came upon a rouge trader. Someone who said he could help me... I still don't believe him but its something. Maybe I can follow the right orders for once... I don't know anymore. I don't trust anymore... oh well, I suppose woe is me and all that. At least here my 'brothers' and good 'father' aren't here to hunt me... yet at least.
Psychological Profile:Kraeger is a bit strange for an Iron Warrior, possessed of a dark sourt of humour. Although he is stern and dollorous as they come, he has a strange wit when it comes to dark or black humour, using his and others misery as a source of comedy. Wether he simply enjoys this or its a coping mechanism is uncertain. What is certain is his wish for justice, justice and vengeance. Unfourtanetly, for his part in the slaughter at Istvaan he understands justice may mean his death... and wouldn't that be great for a laugh?
Equipment:
Umbra pattern bolter: He has a leather strap he uses to hold it most often when not in use, preffering it to mag locking the bolter to him.
Plasma Pistol, Stolen: Taken from an old 'friend' of his, he keeps it in a thermally cooled holster when not in use or on cooldown. The custom weapon is larger than most other plasma pistols and more powerful, but heats up much faster. He has taken to calling it the Biting Remark
Mk.2 Crusade Pattern armour(modified): His armour is slowly becoming modified over time due to the need for repairs and maintenance, though it has not yet become what will one day be known as 'Heresy' pattern armour.
Entrenching tool: Equivalent to the combat knives of other legions. |
5,318 | 143 | 2 | 2,387 | 311 | Hephaistos burst out of his own crate, bottles of Amasec clinking and rolling heavily off as he stepped out, his steps careful to not even break them. He was pleased with the idea of sneaking into the Governer's palace like this, though not the idea of blowing their cover like this before they were even off the transport. He would have preferred them all actually being moved directly into the palace before they burst out and met the palace forces with even more shock and even less resistance between them and their target.
Then again, unless these pathetic forces had other Astartes with them (which all their information never indicated), there's little they could do to harm Hephaistos or his new brothers, save maybe heavy artillery.
The Thousand Son Sorcerer had his bolt pistol at the ready in his right hand, his ornately carved staff in his left hand, and his energy sword at his right side, hilted. His red with goldish brass trimmed armour and its old arcane litanies and wards scrawled upon vellum and wax seals adorning it gleamed as he walked into the light. He walked by Kraeger and Prodigal Son as they had opened up with their bolters and were doing a fine job carving up these men, surveying the carnage as he took cover by the edge of the ship ramp, his side exposed to shots, though those that could find their mark glanced off his armour. He made his minor annoyance known to his brothers as he surveyed the troops and their terrified reactions to all of the Astartes bursting from their various hiding places.
"I had hoped we'd have made it further inside before blowing our cover. Who knows what wonders I could have done by manipulating the minds of some of these weaklings? We may have taken the whole damn fortress in under half an hour and not even fired a shot ourselves." | Name: Hephaistos Akhenaton
Age: 205
Legion:The Thousand Sons
Planet of Origin: Terra (Achaemedian Empire Citizen)
(The sorcerer being Hephaistos)
Skillset:C Telepathy, Standard Combat training with a focus on fencing, and skills in diplomacy and subterfuge.
History: As one of the thousand survivors of the first generation of Astartes made for the XVth Legion, Hephaistos has lived to see his legion go through some of the toughest trials of any of the Emperor's beloved children. Having practiced both the art of warfare and his newfound powers on the surface of Terra and on some of the first worlds they encountered in The Great Crusade, he saw the ravages of the "Flesh-change" consume many of his brethren before they at last found their genetic father, Magnus, on the desolate and isolated world of Prospero.
Their father, with his great powers over the psychic energies of the Warp far surpassing even the greatest sorcerers remaining in his legion, managed to stop the mutations ravaging his sons, saving Hephaistos and his remaining brothers from a horrific fate, and enabling them to continue to use their great and terrible powers in the service of the Emperor of Mankind.
Dozens of worlds were brought to Imperial Compliance by guile or warp-fire through the legion's work, and not even the ire of several of the other legions was enough to stain the pride of Hephaistos or the other Thousand Sons. Though the Council of Nikaea eventually banned them from using their powers as a legion, they would continue to work to expand their knowledge of the sorcerous arts in secret over the centuries.
When Magnus foresaw the great betrayal of his brother Horus, he did everything in his power to try and avert it, and the legion's greatest sorcerers worked beside him to try and defy fate again, but to no avail. He could not save Horus, his father the Emperor could not believe his warning, and he saw the doom of his legion looming.
In despair and one last attempt to avert the will of the dark deity that had sought to take him and his legion, Magnus did not prepare any defences nor give any warning to his world of Prospero of the Imperial forces coming to destroy them, he dispersed the Thousand Sons' fleet far away from Prospero, for those elements to look on in horror as the massive fleet with the Space Wolves at their head coming to bombard the planet.
Hephaistos was one of those aboard the vessels, the lone sorcerer aboard a small frigate far away from the terrible scene at Prospero acting as its messenger given his status as a member of the Athanaean Cult, he watched as his planet burned and the Imperial forces touched down to assault Tizca, to at last hear one last psychic transmission from his father, presumably sent to any other sorcerer aboard vessels within range of Magnus's mighty power. The message was simple: escape and warn the Imperium, Isstvan III and the disasters to be inflicted there must not be the death of the Imperium, and those that remain will need aid if they're to avenge their fallen brothers and comrades. Do whatever it takes to earn their trust, and do not let the sacrifice of the Thousand Sons be in vain.
So, Hephaistos fled, along with any other ship that managed to get away that had a Thousand Sons sorcerer with the ability to hear the same message. The Warp was turbulent however, and it took a long time before they could exit out, and when they did, the crew of the ship found themselves far off their mark, but in Imperial territory at least. The ship was swiftly seized by local imperial forces with the assistance of a detatchment of Imperial Fists after they found where the vessel had come from, where they found the sorcerer Hephaistos waiting for them, his weapons removed and armour put aside in expectation of their coming. He was arrested and interrogated, where he told them what had happened and what his last orders had been.
Though disbelieving at first, news of the devastation at Isstvan III travelled fast as numerous survivors of the incident from various legions made their escapes via various means, and Hephaistos and by extension the Thousand Sons' actions were verified (though obviously too late for the Thousand Sons, but not too late for Hephaistos). Moved out from his containment cell, Hephaistos was set free to do as he wished, though they urged him to continue to abide by the proclamations of the Council of Nikaea, and gave him advice that perhaps one of the legions nearest Isstvan could use his assistance.
In his travels towards the center of this conflict, he encountered the Rogue Trader Blaxius Kyros, and leaving the frigate and the crew that had loyally followed him to do as they wished, he packed up his gear and came along with him upon hearing of a proposition which the trader had for any "rogue" Astartes.
Psychological Profile: A cunning and subtle mind to compliment his powers, Hephaistos has learned to be cautious and careful around others, weighing his responses before giving them, and not to give himself away when secrecy and deception could be just as effective tools as honesty. Though his psyche sustained heavy damage upon seeing his legion basically be ruined twice over his lifetime, and now left fatherless, homeless, and legionless, he keeps to the duty charged to him by both Primarch and Emperor as best he can.
Equipment:
Bolt pistol and Energy Sword
Mark IV Maximus Power Armour
Psyker Staff |
5,319 | 143 | 3 | 1,125 | 2,502 | Five minutes to landing.
Four minutes to landing.
Three...
Two...
One!
Splinters of wood flew everywhere, phallic shaped objects launched equally far by the force of an Astartes exploding from a huge crate, 'supplies' apparently on there way to the Sisters of Silence - or so he had been told - bouncing from the metal walls of the hold and rolling ahead of the near ten-foot behemoth that followed in there wake. Causing the lowered ramp to shift beneath the weight of armour and superhuman alike, the black armoured warrior bought his weapon about to sweep from one side of the landing area to the other. It appeared that the Iron Warrior and the other more enigmatic Marine had already freed the space of most of its security, the treacherous Governor either so full of his own ego that he had relaxed his guard a little too much...or there was more, possibly even a trap further along the line.
Ignoring any stray fire that came his way, and blocking out the half-hearted attempt at humour from Perturabo's scion with his usual contempt, the Astartes known only as Ferreus watched as the witch took cover to better observe the death throes of what little resistance they had encountered. Some of the las-armed fools had began to drop their weapons, bolter shells taking them apart even as they made a hasty retreat, others standing their ground with gritted teeth and determination...but death came for them all the same.
Ferreus listened to the vox-chatter from the staff-wielding witch and inside his helmet narrowed his eyes, his mouth tightening and his teeth gritting, even as he opened his own vox and replied.
"You never cease to disgust me, scion of the Cyclops." He said with no attempt to restrain the venom that laced his words, "no doubt you would find anything better than a fair fight..." as if to emphasise his point he turned away lifted his bolter for a split second, not even bothering to take aim down the sights, and fired a singular bolt through the neck of one of the braver soldiers serving the Governor, jugular and throat-matter spraying everywhere as his neck seemed to simply disappear in a cloud of gore, "now cease your useless complaints and help, or remain where you are like a mewling infant."
With long steps he strode ahead of Prodigal Son and Kraeger, uncaring of incoming fire and dispatching any rebels with brutal efficiency in his quest for a greater challenge, though remaining at least within the perimeter of the landing area.
If there was a trap to be sprung, then he was going to find it. | Name: Ferreus (Gothic for both 'Iron' and 'Immovable')
Age: Around 247
Legion: Unknown - Suspected to be the Death Guard
Planet of Origin: Unknown - Terra or Barbarus
Physical Description:Standing at an average height of seven feet and three inches, when out of his armour, he has the look of an experienced pugilist and wrestler - not at all strange, considering he is both - his shaven cranium of dark stubble sloping down to an almost Neanderthal brow line, two eyes of stormy grey glaring out from deep-set sockets and brows of black hair as if challenging anyone and everyone.
Continuing from the top, his nose and ears are certainly that of a fighter, the former having clearly been broken a number of times, and the latter both formed into the well known 'cauliflower ears' of the martial man. His thick-set jaw is kept equally as hairless as his head, crossed with faded scars, and nearly as square as the remainder of his body, his torso very much seeming like a solid slab of rock...except made from muscle, bone and sinew; each limb is like the trunk of a tree, stretched psychically as far as the unique physiology of the Astartes will allow them to go, muscles rippling clearly beneath his rather pale skin as he moves and his hands more than able to crush the skull of both mortal man and Space Marine both.
In battle he girds himself in his not-always-reliable suit of Mk III 'Armorum Ferrum' Pattern power armour, the entire construct a walking edifice to brutal frontal assaults and wars of attrition; from the numerous pits left by solid shells and projectiles, to the deeply burnt scorch-marks of more laser based weaponry, Ferreus accepts them all on his re-painted armour of deepest black - however, if one looks close enough, they may be able to see through the murky and well worn layer. Just under the surface of those colours which obscure his true origins, if you look close enough without becoming a target of his ire, one may peak the crimson shoulder plate, gauntlet, knee and stormy coloured ceramite of the obsolete Dusk Raiders.
As a loyalist member of a so-called 'traitor' legion, and as one of the re-minted blackshields, the sturdy armour of this Astartes goes completely unadorned apart from several Imperial Aquila to show where his loyalties lie. On the other hand battle scars are the only decoration that a warrior needs, and he has plenty of them as well.
Skillset:Oddly enough, Ferreus combines the skill-sets of several differing legions - the stoic attitude and casual aloofness of the Dark Angels, the ferocity and thrill for close-quarters fighting of the Blood Angels and World Eaters, and the immunity to biological substances and extra ordinary constitution of the Death Guard. In hand-to-hand conflict or a close-range fire-fight he is truly to be feared, whether using his weapons or his fists alone, coming at his enemies directly and without hesitation or mercy.
His specialisations include trench warfare and wars of attrition, as well as warfare in harsh or toxic enviroments.
History:Istvaan III...the Choral City...
The whole sordid affair was where the life of the Astartes known simply as Ferreus had truly began, a rebirth if you will, the final awakening of a once loyal soldier and follower of his Primarch to the depth and breadth of corruption and betrayal which had slithered its way into the heart and soul of the once-beloved Warmaster and his now twisted brethren. It was here that the loyalist, primarily Terran-born elements, of each of the legions was to be purged from existence by their own former comrades - thereby destroying any inner revolts, and showing the utter loyalty and commitment to the cause of the traitors. Loyalty to the Warmaster and their Primarchs over the Emperor, and commitment to the cause of placing this maniacal pawn of Chaos at the head of the burgeoning Empire of Man.
Well, needless to say he believed he was dead; rising stiff and alone on the dead surface of a dead planet, digging his way through fallen rubble that had buried him for over three weeks before finally reaching the surface once more, wary to the point of paranoia and mistrustful of any other he came across whether purported loyalist or one of his blood-enemies of his former legion and their allies.
While not Istvaan III itself, each and every one of the loyalist combatants massacred on that damned planet as far as he knew, Ferreus had been forced to turn his gun on at least half of his own company to save his own skin. It had been on a planet called Leandros IV, he and his company - for he had achieved the rank of Lieutenant, before being placed down to Sergeant for an unspecified infraction, and was trusted to complete his tasks with efficiency - that formerly jovial and friendly brothers-in-arms had turned their weapons upon he and his own in just another attempt to thin out the ranks of those more loyal to their Emperor than to their Primarch and his cause.
After fighting his way through his 'brothers', leaving those he could not protect to the tender mercies of the enemy, he fled into the thick undergrowth and forcefully boarded the Thunderhawk which had been used to land upon the planet, urging the pilot at gunpoint to take him up and away from there even as he began to scrape the paint and insignia of his legion from his ceramite.
Upon learning the full extent of the atrocity on Istvaan III, and with every intention to do his utmost to bring the Emperor's wrath to those he now saw as nothing more than prey, Ferreus painted his armour black and marked himself with several hand-painted aquila to show where his loyalties lay to any that would see.
Between then and his meeting with the Rogue Trader Balixus Kyros, a meeting that would turn out to give him a goal for his efforts and a chance at seeing justice meted out in full, he took part in numerous guerilla actions against traitor formations - it was in once such action that he claimed his chainaxe, plucking it from the still twitching fingers of a World Eaters officer and spitting upon the corpse as he did so. Sieges, ambushes, and frontal assaults, he took part in any and every action that he could if it would damage those that he had once counted as allies and peers.
Such things take a toll even on a superhuman warrior, and the respite now given to him after being picked up and bought to relative 'safety' aboard Balixus' vessel is a blessed relief...and yet there is always the tugging at the back of his mind, the primal need to pile death upon those who wronged him, and perhaps he is once more let loose against the traitor Horus and his cronies there will be no more peace for him. Only war.
Psychological Profile:Ferreus is almost as dour as they come; although his demeanour is rather without emotion, fatalistic, and black, there are plenty who have seen this as a sign that he must therefore be mentally slower to boot! This, as those many have found, is certainly not the case and Ferreus is actually in possession of a rather keen, logical, and cunning intellect that has allowed him to foresee many things that others cannot both on and off of the field of battle. When the bullets and dirt starts flying is when he truly comes alive, amidst the cries and screams of his enemies, fighting alongside his brothers and in the name of his Emperor - who he still considers his true liege - and in the rarest of circumstances he has even been known to sneer, which is as close to a smile as he can get.
Equipment:
Phobos-pattern Bolter with attached combat blade.
Ikanos-pattern Bolt Pistol
Chainaxe - taken from a World Eater
Standard issue gladius (the blade coated in various poisons to which Ferreus is immune) |
5,320 | 143 | 4 | 1,585 | 1,022 | Ragnvald was seething from being jammed into a container in full power armor. There was not enough room in the container and he had been forced to remain still for the better part of ten minutes while the transport touched down in the Governor's fortress. The Son of Russ burst from his prison without a second thought as the ramp lowered and fired up his jump pack to see that he had enough fuel for only three more jumps.
His new battle brothers had already started to open fire on the meager amount of guards which to the Space Wolf seemed like a waste of ammunition. He let out a bestial howl as he charged past the other Astarte shoving Ferreus out of the way as he activated his pack and leap high into the air. He landed with a crunch on top of a fleeing guard who was crushed under the weight of the eight foot tall monster who went to attack another near by guard. Ragnvald tore through the guards with ease with his pair of lightning claws as las fire bouncing off his armor scorching the wolf pelt that adorned his armor.
"That is enough talking now. If you don't hurry than there will be no glory left for the rest of you." Ragnvald told his brothers as he continued to cut down the remaining guards left near the transport. | Name:Ragnvald Ironclaw
Age: 36
Legion: Space Wolves
Planet of Origin: Fenrir
Physical Description:Ragnvald underneath his wolf helmet sports long red hair kept under control in two shoulder length braids. The sides of his head are shaved clean as well as sporting enlarged canine teeth and a more elongated face showing that he had taken to the mark of the Wulfen more than others.
Skillset:Ragnvald is a skilled close combat fighter and should be feared as he fights like a demon as he rips his enemies apart. His bloodlust fits in perfectly with how everyone views the rest of the Space Wolves as he leaps into combat without a second thought.
History:Born to a Fenrisian tribe in the harsh Fenrir wasteland, Ragnvald was raised to be a warrior at a young age as a mean to survive the feral animals that roamed the frozen land. He had grown up hearing the legends of the Sky Warriors that protected their planet from outside forces and how they invite into their ranks strong young warriors from the tribes. This soon became his dream as all he wanted was to join the gods in their massive fortress.
As Ragnvald was entering his teen years, he was recruited by a Wolf Priest to take the trials to become one of the Sky Warriors. He gladly accepted and was taken to The Aett where he was tested and put through many trails to prove his worthiness to be a Space Wolf. He was placed into a Blood Claw pack to prove into himself in blood. It was soon after that Ragnvald was moved to a Sky Claw pack as he proved to a hand full for even his Grey Wolf pack leader to handle.
This allowed the young Sky Claw to be present at the Fall of Prospero when the Space Wolves descended upon the planet to cleanse the world and execute Magnus the Red. It was during this battle that Ragnvald was caught up in one of the few skirmishes that actually took place and was left for dead by his battle brothers as he was struck in the head and feel during the fighting. When he woke up and saw that the fighting was over and the attacking forces had already pulled off the planet. He took this as a sign that he had done something wrong in battle and is now driven to prove himself in battle before he returns to Fenrir so he will be welcomed back as a warrior and hopefully be bestowed the rank of Grey Hunter or even a Wolf Guard.
Psychological Profile:Ragnvald could be considered by most chapters to be completely unstable and unpredictable. He is driven by his thirst for battle and likes to throw battle plans aside for the rush of leaping into the fray to bath in blood. Though he is driven by his love for battle, he will fiercely defend his battle brothers and would gladly take the bullets for his brothers. Ragnvald is a rather stubborn wolf who isn't much for common sense but does have a strong love of drink.
Equipment:
Pair of Lightning claws
Bolter
Assault Pack
Frag Grenades |
5,321 | 143 | 5 | 1,841 | 5,742 | FOR THE EMPEROR!
Despite being confined within his crate, Uriah's voice rang out and echoed across the hold they were in as if he had been upon a dias in the center of the room. As soon as the proclamation left his lips, his crate was shattered into so much kindling, and a shining example of what it meant to be Astartes materialized from the wreckage. His bolter out, he fired three rounds into the nearest guards. One chest was popped like a melon and two heads were turned into blood and bone paste.
The crate would have been cramped for him even without him being clad within his shining power armor, but he took it without complaint or threat. He was truly honored to do his Emperor's work. He strode forward, having seen that in the scant seconds of his release, his brother marines had already taken care of almost everyone else in the room. It was to be expected. "Good job, brothers." he said, hefting his bolter and reloading while he had the chance too, simultaneously striding forward, his presence powerful and bright.
Normally he and his fellow Ultramarines were not used to working with their other brethren, but the fact that they were all here and not apart of the traitor legions indicated that they would give their lives for the cause that he himself held so highly. For that, they were his brothers without doubt or fear. He took it upon himself to catch up with Ferreus at the fore, stoic and vigilantly gazing around at new threats that would dare present themselves. | Name:Uriah Valondus
Age:189
Legion:Ultramarines
Planet of Origin:Macragge
Physical Description:
Uriah is tall and broad, an Astartes made of over 7 feet of muscle. His body and his face are both statuesque, looking as if it was chiseled from a skilled artisan to portray the classical experienced Space Marine commander. His brown hair is cropped short and his storm blue eyes are piercing. He dons a jagged scar over his left eye, though he is not blind in it. His armor is dented and scratched, but otherwise well maintained and obviously given excellent repairs. All in all, he is the epitome of a shining Astartes that has survived the worst and intend to keep on coming.
Skillset: Due to the lack of unspecialized units in the time before the end of the Heresy, Uriah is typically a 'jack of all trades' soldier, having skills in plasma and bolter weaponry, close combat experience, and tactical battlefield knowledge.
History: Born on Macragge, Uriah was trained from birth to be apart of the XIII Legion. He quickly showed promise with his abilities as both a combatant and soldier, eventually becoming a Sergeant. Due to the Ultramarine's Primarch Roubort Guilliman and his exceptional leadership, no other legion of the Astartes save the Luna Wolves conquered as many worlds as the XIII Legion, and Uriah was proud to be apart of it.
He was at the forefront of The Great Crusade, following his Primarch and brothers into battle, liberating worlds from Ork Xenos and rebellious men who would defy their emperor. It was after a particularly nasty battle, won through his tactical brilliance that lead to the survival of his squad, that he was awarded the rank of Sergeant.
During the Battle of Calth, Uriah was stationed under Captain Remus Ventanus and held the manor of a former Governor, joining with Captain Lyros Sydance and his Ultramarines. They defended the Palace against waves of traitorous Word Bearers until they used a Hammer/Anvil maneuver and decimated the advancing forces. Uriah was himself fortunate, for as the planet was being evacuated and his brethren were being lead into the tunnel systems below, he was picked up by a transport of his brothers and led into the atmosphere to fight another day and avoid the fate of the war of attrition against the Word Bearers beneath the planet's surface.
Psychological Profile:Uriah is very close to the Ultramarine ideal. He is loyal, charismatic, yet stoic. He genuinely cares for not only his brothers, but for the common Imperial citizen. Tactically intelligent, he is also somewhat driven by his feelings of honor and does his best to uphold the values of his Primarch and Emperor, using their examples as a code to follow behind. Despite his kind nature, he is a ruthless combatant and is merciless when dealing with traitors and Xenos, being more than happy to exterminate the enemies of the Emperor.
Equipment:
Bolter
Plasma Pistol
Gladius |
5,322 | 143 | 6 | 1,012 | 4,032 | The first kill was with a bolter, but after that, he moved to his chainsword, cutting with a controlled fury and economy of motion. Nothing was wasted. It was the lesson he learned in the Heresy's opening days, to conserve everything he had. The bolter fell into place on its harness and the chainsword started up with a roar. It shredded flesh and made a mess, but it did the job. Even with the promethium that fueled the chainsword, he was absolutely careful to use the minimum to get the job done.
If the first few soldiers that died were easy kills due to the element of surprise, things got tougher when someone set up a firing position in the chamber and started firing grenades from a launcher, the automatic kind used by the Solar Auxilia, at the Astartes. His own armor was inefficiently cooled and the output was turned down, which was galling in the sense that he was used to moving faster. His armor bore him through the fighting he did on Polybius, so he valued it. But he had to repair it already and the efficiency was down from the peaks he knew when there were sufficient specialists in his legion to maintain equipment. Still, it was fast enough to let him take cover when the grenades started hitting nearby. It was strong enough to protect him from the shrapnel that flew about. The ceramite withstood that test, even if it was degraded from prior service and insufficient maintenance.
With the grenades coming down around him, there was limited time. Someone had to get that grenadier. Working his way through the cargo containers in the area, using the cover, he closed in on the firing position. Power armor was a technological marvel, but he knew that it was a finite thing and hard to repair. It made no sense to risk it. He'd take the calculated risk of a sprint from position to position, always understanding that the grenadier was up above on a raised defilade that protected him from direct fire. Explosions continued to crash around him, pummeling him the waves of the concussion up until he managed to get into what he considered a good firing position.
Ammunition was also precious to him, but that grenade launcher was playing havoc and was a real threat. He played an instinct and readied a frag grenade. Then, rolling around to the side of his cover, he hurled it further and faster than a normal human could have, arcing it so that it would drop on his foes. The troopers, having no personal experience of what an Astartes could do, had not estimated the lethal range for such with a hand grenade. The grenade went off with a thumping explosion in the firing position, and Prodigal Son didn't lose time. With a loping movement, he got into their firing position, which was a good one. The grenade launcher's previous wielder wouldn't object to the weapon being put to its original use; to fight the enemies of the Emperor. It might not be ideal in tight corridors, but it could be vital when used against entrenched opponents... | Name: Prodigal Son
Age: Unknown, but reckoned to be at least a century old.
Legion: Luna Wolves, renounced.
Planet of Origin: Terra or Cthonia.
Physical Description:Prodigal Son's armor is repaired from battlefield salvage and the paint has been carefully scraped off and the pauldron insignia defaced and painted over with the Raptor Imperialis symbol of the Reunification Wars, a symbol forces loyal to the Emperor fought under on Terra as well as the Imperial Aquila. The armor is not as efficient as a properly-maintained mark, but it gets him into the fight. He's done the best he can with repairs, but the battle damage shows.
With the helmet off, Prodigal Son is unremarkable, but has a gold service stud and a silver service stud on his brow. He does not like to display them often, for they display his features and those tell a tale; as is sometimes the case, the gene-seed expresses strongly, as it does here.
His is the likeness of the Warmaster, the Betrayer Horus. To perhaps further demonstrate where he stands on the matter, he has the Imperial Aquila tattooed onto his cheek. The other is marred with the scars of las-fire and the shrapnel from a melted helmet face-plate, a memento of one of the engagements of the Great Crusade. His head is completely shaven.
When not fighting, when not focusing, he stares off into the distance, his mind visibly churning. He wrestles with himself, with his love of his former brothers. With his shame for his gene-father's betrayal.
Skillset:Prodigal Son is a tactical marine to the bone; there are few tasks that a Space Marine and his bolter are not suited to, after all. The tools depend on the tactical situation. Some Legions wed themselves to specific styles, but the true essence is to adapt, but adapt ferociously and, above all, win. That was always the way of his legion, as it moved from victory to victory, rarely tasting defeat. His experience in numerous Imperial Compliance actions has honed his capabilities.
History:Prodigal Son's exact circumstances are not entirely known, mostly because he does not speak -- his oath is of silence, his penance is in deeds. His Primarch's sin cannot be washed away, and he intends to sell his life dearly to the enemies of the Emperor. It is hard to say whether the man is one of the Luna Wolves holdovers of the original intake of Terran recruits or a Cthonian addition that stayed strangely loyal to the Emperor when so many of his own followed the Warmaster, their gene-father, where he would lead.
What is known is that the Rogue Trader picked up Prodigal Son on the planet Polybius on his route; there was ferocious fighting between Imperial Army elements and Chaos Cultists seeded there by the Word Bearers Legion. Prodigal Son did not command, did not rally, did not organize. He fought, hunting the leaders, looking to decapitate the cultist command. Those he did not end with a bolter round to the head he hacked down ferociously with a chainsword. He stalked the trenchworks like a ghost. When he struck, it was with singular and suicidal ferocity, fury made manifest.
In one particular case at the end of the revolt on Polybius, out of ammo for his bolter and out of promethium for his chainsword, he encountered a leader of the Cultists. The Psyker tried to seduce him with the words of a demon that knew all too well what his heritage was. The woman's skull was splattered messily with two rapid blows of his gauntleted fist and a bellow of spiritual pain. It did not go unnoticed, word spread on the planet.
When the Rogue Trader told this silent Astartes the plan, he gave a nod and came aboard.
Psychological Profile:It's hard to say what Prodigal Son thinks, as he does not speak. But his actions are very clear -- he has the same controlled viciousness that made the Sons of Horus one of the most successful of the legions during the Great Crusade. In countless compliance actions, they struck mercilessly. The same applies here. It's his heritage to the bone, even if it is now a traitor's heritage.
Equipment: Umbra-Pattern Boltgun. It has a hook and a tether line that allows it to stay attached and handy when he lets go of the grip. It also has a foregrip if he wishes to stabilize it. That is not Mechanicus-approved modification but he is beyond caring. It allows him to switch quickly over to his chainsword.
Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword, magnetized with a switch so Prodigal Son can release it from harness and bring it to bear moments after releasing his bolter.
Armor that is truly the salvaged and repaired parts of other armor. It is, essentially, what will be known as Mk. V "Heresy Pattern" armor. Notably, the knuckles are spiked. The helmet is a modified Mk. IV, there are bits and pieces from other marks and field expedient. Plates are riveted on, repairs are visible. It is not parade-ready, but it can still fight.
Grenades when he can get them. |
5,323 | 143 | 7 | 2,387 | 311 | Hephaistos sighed inside his helmet at Ferrus's ridiculous remark. This was totally a fair and honourable fight they were having when they were fighting opponents who had barely any ordinance to even severely damage their armour or adequate armour to defend themselves against his brothers' own exploding shells. Though the Astartes in black wasn't entirely wrong, Hephaistos relished being in situations that were stacked in his favour, as he was sure most fellow Astartes do anyway, he was likely just a lot more pragmatic about creating such situations than most.
Though who wouldn't when they had the power to change and shift reality and accomplish feats that mortals could only gaze in awe-struck wonder at?
Hephaistos' gaze shifted to his staff. His powers though useful, still seemed a bit superfluous at this point, and he had two factors that still made him nervous to use them: the fact that his father was no longer there to protect him from the potential backlash from using them too much, and the uncertainty of how his fellows would react even though none of them were part of their former legions and not likely in a position to enforce the Council of Nikaea's accords.
His thoughts were interrupted by the grenade launcher which had Prodigal Son busy for a moment, though once the fellow Astartes had the weapon in his own hands and its user turned into red paste, Hephaistos stepped out of the transport, following his more zealous brethren with his eyes peeled for enemies.
An idea struck him mid-stride. He should check for any other psykers in the vicinity. Whether they were capable sorcerers or just low-level communicators, any could pose potential problems to the squad whom were otherwise incapable of sensing such things.
He stopped and drew a circle around him with the end of his staff in the dirt near the transport. He carved a handful of basic runes around it at certain points in a practiced motion as he explained himself.
"Give me a moment, I'm going to see if we're truly only up against foes with guns and machines, or if this Governor took any extra precautions of the kind I'm more familiar with."
He would then kneel within the small circle, he staff planted straight in front of him, his head bowed, and his bolt pistol lying flat as his put his right arm on the ground for balance as he concentrated, gathering his energy about him so that he might peer through the very fabric of reality and glimpse at whatever may be hiding within their general vicinity. | Name: Hephaistos Akhenaton
Age: 205
Legion:The Thousand Sons
Planet of Origin: Terra (Achaemedian Empire Citizen)
(The sorcerer being Hephaistos)
Skillset:C Telepathy, Standard Combat training with a focus on fencing, and skills in diplomacy and subterfuge.
History: As one of the thousand survivors of the first generation of Astartes made for the XVth Legion, Hephaistos has lived to see his legion go through some of the toughest trials of any of the Emperor's beloved children. Having practiced both the art of warfare and his newfound powers on the surface of Terra and on some of the first worlds they encountered in The Great Crusade, he saw the ravages of the "Flesh-change" consume many of his brethren before they at last found their genetic father, Magnus, on the desolate and isolated world of Prospero.
Their father, with his great powers over the psychic energies of the Warp far surpassing even the greatest sorcerers remaining in his legion, managed to stop the mutations ravaging his sons, saving Hephaistos and his remaining brothers from a horrific fate, and enabling them to continue to use their great and terrible powers in the service of the Emperor of Mankind.
Dozens of worlds were brought to Imperial Compliance by guile or warp-fire through the legion's work, and not even the ire of several of the other legions was enough to stain the pride of Hephaistos or the other Thousand Sons. Though the Council of Nikaea eventually banned them from using their powers as a legion, they would continue to work to expand their knowledge of the sorcerous arts in secret over the centuries.
When Magnus foresaw the great betrayal of his brother Horus, he did everything in his power to try and avert it, and the legion's greatest sorcerers worked beside him to try and defy fate again, but to no avail. He could not save Horus, his father the Emperor could not believe his warning, and he saw the doom of his legion looming.
In despair and one last attempt to avert the will of the dark deity that had sought to take him and his legion, Magnus did not prepare any defences nor give any warning to his world of Prospero of the Imperial forces coming to destroy them, he dispersed the Thousand Sons' fleet far away from Prospero, for those elements to look on in horror as the massive fleet with the Space Wolves at their head coming to bombard the planet.
Hephaistos was one of those aboard the vessels, the lone sorcerer aboard a small frigate far away from the terrible scene at Prospero acting as its messenger given his status as a member of the Athanaean Cult, he watched as his planet burned and the Imperial forces touched down to assault Tizca, to at last hear one last psychic transmission from his father, presumably sent to any other sorcerer aboard vessels within range of Magnus's mighty power. The message was simple: escape and warn the Imperium, Isstvan III and the disasters to be inflicted there must not be the death of the Imperium, and those that remain will need aid if they're to avenge their fallen brothers and comrades. Do whatever it takes to earn their trust, and do not let the sacrifice of the Thousand Sons be in vain.
So, Hephaistos fled, along with any other ship that managed to get away that had a Thousand Sons sorcerer with the ability to hear the same message. The Warp was turbulent however, and it took a long time before they could exit out, and when they did, the crew of the ship found themselves far off their mark, but in Imperial territory at least. The ship was swiftly seized by local imperial forces with the assistance of a detatchment of Imperial Fists after they found where the vessel had come from, where they found the sorcerer Hephaistos waiting for them, his weapons removed and armour put aside in expectation of their coming. He was arrested and interrogated, where he told them what had happened and what his last orders had been.
Though disbelieving at first, news of the devastation at Isstvan III travelled fast as numerous survivors of the incident from various legions made their escapes via various means, and Hephaistos and by extension the Thousand Sons' actions were verified (though obviously too late for the Thousand Sons, but not too late for Hephaistos). Moved out from his containment cell, Hephaistos was set free to do as he wished, though they urged him to continue to abide by the proclamations of the Council of Nikaea, and gave him advice that perhaps one of the legions nearest Isstvan could use his assistance.
In his travels towards the center of this conflict, he encountered the Rogue Trader Blaxius Kyros, and leaving the frigate and the crew that had loyally followed him to do as they wished, he packed up his gear and came along with him upon hearing of a proposition which the trader had for any "rogue" Astartes.
Psychological Profile: A cunning and subtle mind to compliment his powers, Hephaistos has learned to be cautious and careful around others, weighing his responses before giving them, and not to give himself away when secrecy and deception could be just as effective tools as honesty. Though his psyche sustained heavy damage upon seeing his legion basically be ruined twice over his lifetime, and now left fatherless, homeless, and legionless, he keeps to the duty charged to him by both Primarch and Emperor as best he can.
Equipment:
Bolt pistol and Energy Sword
Mark IV Maximus Power Armour
Psyker Staff |
5,324 | 143 | 8 | 1,125 | 2,502 | Let it go, thought the now silent Marine, still feeling the grating of ceramite against ceramite as the Pup had glanced him in his eagerness for blood, "the Wolf is just a whelp."
With an audible sigh within the confines of his own helmet, Ferreus stood vigilant but unmoved by the explosive bombardment; scanning the area around him, reaching out with both his own senses and those of his armour - which were not many, what with it being a rather old design even now - even as a grenade detonated mere inches away from him; whether it was the fact that his Mark III armour was reinforced to withstand massive damage, which it had in multiple engagements throughout the decades, or whether he had in some way bought into the ideas of his Primarch concerning the natural biological constitution of his children, he feared very little in the way or ordnance as long as he was going forward.
He watched with professional judgement as Prodigal Son cleared away the nest, turning the weapon there upon those that would harm them, watched every movement of the enigmatic Astartes until completion. Only then did he give a small nod of his head, ignoring the prickling sensation running up his spine as their resident psyker got to work somewhere behind them, glancing for a brief second at the son of Macragge stood beside him before advancing toward what looked like the entranceway into the belly of the beast.
It was a simple doorway, wide enough for an armoured personnel carrier - or perhaps more importantly for a supply vehicle, coming from this landing area and taking whatever munitions and supplies to those further within. In their need to remain alive, something Ferreus had always found odd about humans, the members of the Governor's personal defense force had left the thick metal doors as wide open as a good invitation...or a trap.
The creaking and clunking of armour designed for fighting in the subterranean homes of the Squat race, and then for the cramped corridors of an enemy space vessel, could be heard loud and clear as the red-fisted Astartes moved forward and straight into the mouth of the beast.
Inside the air was dry, the walls and ceiling made of solid rockrete, Ferreus having to half-crouch his way through a corridor that he only now realised was only high enough for a normal person to walk through without having to squeeze their considerable bulk into. Thankfully it continued to be wide enough for a supply vehicle, and he had no problem maneuvering left to right and vice-versa.
No signs of life were to be found, although various closed and locked doorways did appear to be built into the walls at apparently random points, but the tracks of tracked vehicles directed him toward what he was sure would be a hub of activity within the unfinished building complex.
Not long had he been walking for when the sound of voices, voices and bustling activity, reached his enhanced ears and caused him to pause briefly to take it all in. There were certainly soldiers, the heavy tread of Auxilia-issue boots loud in his ears, the rattle of autoguns being bough to salute or simply rested on the ground...winches and the whirring of machinery also filled his senses...and the smell of lubricating liquids used on heavy guns making his nostrils twinge.
When he cautiously peered around the corner, his view directed straight into the cacophony of noise he had been listening to, he could make out much - the distinctive white and black uniform of the Argyosian First Phalanx, with their golden symbol of a mythical hydra on their shoulders and engraved on the gleaming breastplates that many wore, hardened men from an Army regiment that had become the Governor's personal immortals and death squad. Loyal to a man, disciplined and well trained, there seemed to be few of them here but enough to know that this facility was important.
Milling about them in the circular chamber were civilian workers and military engineers in dull fatigues emptying ammunition and equipment from a dozen of so tracked transports, Argyosian gunners in their regal-looking uniforms of blue and gold, and perhaps the largest thing within the room...a huge orbital cannon, no doubt one of many being set up around these barracks, offline for the moment but capable of bringing death to something even as large as a Frigate.
How many more were there? He did not know. How would they stop them all and dispatch the Governor? He did not know. All he knew was that they must be st-.
Whiiiiiiir! Whiiiiiiiiir! Whiiiiir!
Lights that Ferreus had not noticed before, positioned all along the corridor and within the hub itself, began to flash a glaring and dangerous red. The sound of the siren showing that someone, somewhere, had managed to alert the relevant authorities to the danger now pounding toward them and their glorious leader.
"Well," thought the veteran of a hundred battles, "better late than never."
Without thinking about what he was getting himself in to, Ferreus turned the corner and bought himself directly into view of his adversaries, taking note of the piled crates and nearby transports (without armour but tracked, like trucks with tank wheels), determined not to waste his ammunition even as the first auto-shells began to send sparks flashing from his 'Iron' suit.
"Lift...aim...squeeze...lift...aim...squeeze..."
Bodies began to drop, and his ammunition counter began to lower accordingly, whirring servos propelling the huge warrior toward the cover of a nearby vehicle even as he roared his hatred of the weak things closing in toward him. | Name: Ferreus (Gothic for both 'Iron' and 'Immovable')
Age: Around 247
Legion: Unknown - Suspected to be the Death Guard
Planet of Origin: Unknown - Terra or Barbarus
Physical Description:Standing at an average height of seven feet and three inches, when out of his armour, he has the look of an experienced pugilist and wrestler - not at all strange, considering he is both - his shaven cranium of dark stubble sloping down to an almost Neanderthal brow line, two eyes of stormy grey glaring out from deep-set sockets and brows of black hair as if challenging anyone and everyone.
Continuing from the top, his nose and ears are certainly that of a fighter, the former having clearly been broken a number of times, and the latter both formed into the well known 'cauliflower ears' of the martial man. His thick-set jaw is kept equally as hairless as his head, crossed with faded scars, and nearly as square as the remainder of his body, his torso very much seeming like a solid slab of rock...except made from muscle, bone and sinew; each limb is like the trunk of a tree, stretched psychically as far as the unique physiology of the Astartes will allow them to go, muscles rippling clearly beneath his rather pale skin as he moves and his hands more than able to crush the skull of both mortal man and Space Marine both.
In battle he girds himself in his not-always-reliable suit of Mk III 'Armorum Ferrum' Pattern power armour, the entire construct a walking edifice to brutal frontal assaults and wars of attrition; from the numerous pits left by solid shells and projectiles, to the deeply burnt scorch-marks of more laser based weaponry, Ferreus accepts them all on his re-painted armour of deepest black - however, if one looks close enough, they may be able to see through the murky and well worn layer. Just under the surface of those colours which obscure his true origins, if you look close enough without becoming a target of his ire, one may peak the crimson shoulder plate, gauntlet, knee and stormy coloured ceramite of the obsolete Dusk Raiders.
As a loyalist member of a so-called 'traitor' legion, and as one of the re-minted blackshields, the sturdy armour of this Astartes goes completely unadorned apart from several Imperial Aquila to show where his loyalties lie. On the other hand battle scars are the only decoration that a warrior needs, and he has plenty of them as well.
Skillset:Oddly enough, Ferreus combines the skill-sets of several differing legions - the stoic attitude and casual aloofness of the Dark Angels, the ferocity and thrill for close-quarters fighting of the Blood Angels and World Eaters, and the immunity to biological substances and extra ordinary constitution of the Death Guard. In hand-to-hand conflict or a close-range fire-fight he is truly to be feared, whether using his weapons or his fists alone, coming at his enemies directly and without hesitation or mercy.
His specialisations include trench warfare and wars of attrition, as well as warfare in harsh or toxic enviroments.
History:Istvaan III...the Choral City...
The whole sordid affair was where the life of the Astartes known simply as Ferreus had truly began, a rebirth if you will, the final awakening of a once loyal soldier and follower of his Primarch to the depth and breadth of corruption and betrayal which had slithered its way into the heart and soul of the once-beloved Warmaster and his now twisted brethren. It was here that the loyalist, primarily Terran-born elements, of each of the legions was to be purged from existence by their own former comrades - thereby destroying any inner revolts, and showing the utter loyalty and commitment to the cause of the traitors. Loyalty to the Warmaster and their Primarchs over the Emperor, and commitment to the cause of placing this maniacal pawn of Chaos at the head of the burgeoning Empire of Man.
Well, needless to say he believed he was dead; rising stiff and alone on the dead surface of a dead planet, digging his way through fallen rubble that had buried him for over three weeks before finally reaching the surface once more, wary to the point of paranoia and mistrustful of any other he came across whether purported loyalist or one of his blood-enemies of his former legion and their allies.
While not Istvaan III itself, each and every one of the loyalist combatants massacred on that damned planet as far as he knew, Ferreus had been forced to turn his gun on at least half of his own company to save his own skin. It had been on a planet called Leandros IV, he and his company - for he had achieved the rank of Lieutenant, before being placed down to Sergeant for an unspecified infraction, and was trusted to complete his tasks with efficiency - that formerly jovial and friendly brothers-in-arms had turned their weapons upon he and his own in just another attempt to thin out the ranks of those more loyal to their Emperor than to their Primarch and his cause.
After fighting his way through his 'brothers', leaving those he could not protect to the tender mercies of the enemy, he fled into the thick undergrowth and forcefully boarded the Thunderhawk which had been used to land upon the planet, urging the pilot at gunpoint to take him up and away from there even as he began to scrape the paint and insignia of his legion from his ceramite.
Upon learning the full extent of the atrocity on Istvaan III, and with every intention to do his utmost to bring the Emperor's wrath to those he now saw as nothing more than prey, Ferreus painted his armour black and marked himself with several hand-painted aquila to show where his loyalties lay to any that would see.
Between then and his meeting with the Rogue Trader Balixus Kyros, a meeting that would turn out to give him a goal for his efforts and a chance at seeing justice meted out in full, he took part in numerous guerilla actions against traitor formations - it was in once such action that he claimed his chainaxe, plucking it from the still twitching fingers of a World Eaters officer and spitting upon the corpse as he did so. Sieges, ambushes, and frontal assaults, he took part in any and every action that he could if it would damage those that he had once counted as allies and peers.
Such things take a toll even on a superhuman warrior, and the respite now given to him after being picked up and bought to relative 'safety' aboard Balixus' vessel is a blessed relief...and yet there is always the tugging at the back of his mind, the primal need to pile death upon those who wronged him, and perhaps he is once more let loose against the traitor Horus and his cronies there will be no more peace for him. Only war.
Psychological Profile:Ferreus is almost as dour as they come; although his demeanour is rather without emotion, fatalistic, and black, there are plenty who have seen this as a sign that he must therefore be mentally slower to boot! This, as those many have found, is certainly not the case and Ferreus is actually in possession of a rather keen, logical, and cunning intellect that has allowed him to foresee many things that others cannot both on and off of the field of battle. When the bullets and dirt starts flying is when he truly comes alive, amidst the cries and screams of his enemies, fighting alongside his brothers and in the name of his Emperor - who he still considers his true liege - and in the rarest of circumstances he has even been known to sneer, which is as close to a smile as he can get.
Equipment:
Phobos-pattern Bolter with attached combat blade.
Ikanos-pattern Bolt Pistol
Chainaxe - taken from a World Eater
Standard issue gladius (the blade coated in various poisons to which Ferreus is immune) |
5,325 | 143 | 9 | 1,012 | 4,032 | At some point, the auto-turrets came on; twin-linked heavy bolters, laying down a high volume of fire in support of the security troops; there were columns, lifts and open-landing floors, and turrets hanging from the ceiling, on tracks, positioning themselves and cutting loose as it detected Astartes.
The Argyosians were putting up a stiffer fight now, too. Autoguns in the hands of some, but more and more had lasguns and were laying down an extreme sort of fire. Prodigal Son took stock of what he had to counter the weaponry. There were grenades in the launcher, but nothing of use to foil the sensors of the turrets. There was the boltgun, but the shot would have to be perfect or the heavy bolter fire would probably shred him. He returned fire with his boltgun, conserving ammo, using single shots to make every one count. Now was the time for cool calculation, rather than being cut down. Now was the time to figure out a way to make it work, however one could.
There was, also, of course, the cannon and its ammunition.
For the first time, deeming it alright to do so in dire circumstances, Prodigal Son spoke. His vocal cords were rusty from a long period of enforced silence. But, he deemed, it was better to speak up in battle than die silently and the duty to the Emperor, the penance, be undone.
"Iron Warrior. The ammunition. Do you have anything to set it off with?"
Straight for the throat. He kept up a steady pattern of accurate fire, of lives measured and cut precisely according to the fine hand of a Space Marine. But the ammunition was finite, and there were more traitor lives than bolter rounds. They needed to kill as many troops as possible with the minimal amount of resources wasted. By the same token, he aimed for the enemy officers; when he saw one that looked like they were giving orders rather than merely carrying them out, he loosed a bolter round at them. It was a way to sow confusion and a favored tactic of his Legion. They liked to kill the leaders and herd the sheep.
But this little play could not go on forever. They had a mission. The governor had to die. | Name: Prodigal Son
Age: Unknown, but reckoned to be at least a century old.
Legion: Luna Wolves, renounced.
Planet of Origin: Terra or Cthonia.
Physical Description:Prodigal Son's armor is repaired from battlefield salvage and the paint has been carefully scraped off and the pauldron insignia defaced and painted over with the Raptor Imperialis symbol of the Reunification Wars, a symbol forces loyal to the Emperor fought under on Terra as well as the Imperial Aquila. The armor is not as efficient as a properly-maintained mark, but it gets him into the fight. He's done the best he can with repairs, but the battle damage shows.
With the helmet off, Prodigal Son is unremarkable, but has a gold service stud and a silver service stud on his brow. He does not like to display them often, for they display his features and those tell a tale; as is sometimes the case, the gene-seed expresses strongly, as it does here.
His is the likeness of the Warmaster, the Betrayer Horus. To perhaps further demonstrate where he stands on the matter, he has the Imperial Aquila tattooed onto his cheek. The other is marred with the scars of las-fire and the shrapnel from a melted helmet face-plate, a memento of one of the engagements of the Great Crusade. His head is completely shaven.
When not fighting, when not focusing, he stares off into the distance, his mind visibly churning. He wrestles with himself, with his love of his former brothers. With his shame for his gene-father's betrayal.
Skillset:Prodigal Son is a tactical marine to the bone; there are few tasks that a Space Marine and his bolter are not suited to, after all. The tools depend on the tactical situation. Some Legions wed themselves to specific styles, but the true essence is to adapt, but adapt ferociously and, above all, win. That was always the way of his legion, as it moved from victory to victory, rarely tasting defeat. His experience in numerous Imperial Compliance actions has honed his capabilities.
History:Prodigal Son's exact circumstances are not entirely known, mostly because he does not speak -- his oath is of silence, his penance is in deeds. His Primarch's sin cannot be washed away, and he intends to sell his life dearly to the enemies of the Emperor. It is hard to say whether the man is one of the Luna Wolves holdovers of the original intake of Terran recruits or a Cthonian addition that stayed strangely loyal to the Emperor when so many of his own followed the Warmaster, their gene-father, where he would lead.
What is known is that the Rogue Trader picked up Prodigal Son on the planet Polybius on his route; there was ferocious fighting between Imperial Army elements and Chaos Cultists seeded there by the Word Bearers Legion. Prodigal Son did not command, did not rally, did not organize. He fought, hunting the leaders, looking to decapitate the cultist command. Those he did not end with a bolter round to the head he hacked down ferociously with a chainsword. He stalked the trenchworks like a ghost. When he struck, it was with singular and suicidal ferocity, fury made manifest.
In one particular case at the end of the revolt on Polybius, out of ammo for his bolter and out of promethium for his chainsword, he encountered a leader of the Cultists. The Psyker tried to seduce him with the words of a demon that knew all too well what his heritage was. The woman's skull was splattered messily with two rapid blows of his gauntleted fist and a bellow of spiritual pain. It did not go unnoticed, word spread on the planet.
When the Rogue Trader told this silent Astartes the plan, he gave a nod and came aboard.
Psychological Profile:It's hard to say what Prodigal Son thinks, as he does not speak. But his actions are very clear -- he has the same controlled viciousness that made the Sons of Horus one of the most successful of the legions during the Great Crusade. In countless compliance actions, they struck mercilessly. The same applies here. It's his heritage to the bone, even if it is now a traitor's heritage.
Equipment: Umbra-Pattern Boltgun. It has a hook and a tether line that allows it to stay attached and handy when he lets go of the grip. It also has a foregrip if he wishes to stabilize it. That is not Mechanicus-approved modification but he is beyond caring. It allows him to switch quickly over to his chainsword.
Thunder Edge Pattern Chainsword, magnetized with a switch so Prodigal Son can release it from harness and bring it to bear moments after releasing his bolter.
Armor that is truly the salvaged and repaired parts of other armor. It is, essentially, what will be known as Mk. V "Heresy Pattern" armor. Notably, the knuckles are spiked. The helmet is a modified Mk. IV, there are bits and pieces from other marks and field expedient. Plates are riveted on, repairs are visible. It is not parade-ready, but it can still fight.
Grenades when he can get them. |
5,326 | 143 | 10 | 1,841 | 5,742 | Uriah holstered his bolter, conserving the large gun's ammunition for bigger opponents. As of now, he waded into the entryway passed Ferreus, having followed him through the arch. Civilian workers were mixed with enemy soldiers and unarmed vehicles in a ubiquitous mix. He was not about to be known as one who killed civilians, but there was a job here to perform, and he would do so to the best of his abilities.
His plasma Pistol in his right hand, he wielded his Gladius in his left. The Ultramarine moved tactically, somehow remaining behind crates and vehicles more often than not, eviscerating and gunning troopers down with nearly every movement. Lasgun rounds singed his armor every few moments. They were mere glancing shots, and the Astartes kept moving. That is, until the Turrets suddenly came online. He gutted another soldier with a back handed thrust, before glancing up and noticed the danger that approached. "Brothers! Get down! Turrets at the center!"
With long strides and speed that seemed all too fast for someone of his bulk, he bolted 20 feet to the nearest exit, ramming into a large wooden door and reducing it to splinters with one collision, making it past the Rockrete wall and finding himself facing two patrolling troopers. He towered over them. They couldn't even get a shot off before they fell dead and bleeding. His back now to the wall, the exit was to his left, and a long corridor to his right. Uriah was not about to leave his fellow Astartes however. He couldn't quite get a good vantage point to aid them tactically at the moment, unfortunately. | Name:Uriah Valondus
Age:189
Legion:Ultramarines
Planet of Origin:Macragge
Physical Description:
Uriah is tall and broad, an Astartes made of over 7 feet of muscle. His body and his face are both statuesque, looking as if it was chiseled from a skilled artisan to portray the classical experienced Space Marine commander. His brown hair is cropped short and his storm blue eyes are piercing. He dons a jagged scar over his left eye, though he is not blind in it. His armor is dented and scratched, but otherwise well maintained and obviously given excellent repairs. All in all, he is the epitome of a shining Astartes that has survived the worst and intend to keep on coming.
Skillset: Due to the lack of unspecialized units in the time before the end of the Heresy, Uriah is typically a 'jack of all trades' soldier, having skills in plasma and bolter weaponry, close combat experience, and tactical battlefield knowledge.
History: Born on Macragge, Uriah was trained from birth to be apart of the XIII Legion. He quickly showed promise with his abilities as both a combatant and soldier, eventually becoming a Sergeant. Due to the Ultramarine's Primarch Roubort Guilliman and his exceptional leadership, no other legion of the Astartes save the Luna Wolves conquered as many worlds as the XIII Legion, and Uriah was proud to be apart of it.
He was at the forefront of The Great Crusade, following his Primarch and brothers into battle, liberating worlds from Ork Xenos and rebellious men who would defy their emperor. It was after a particularly nasty battle, won through his tactical brilliance that lead to the survival of his squad, that he was awarded the rank of Sergeant.
During the Battle of Calth, Uriah was stationed under Captain Remus Ventanus and held the manor of a former Governor, joining with Captain Lyros Sydance and his Ultramarines. They defended the Palace against waves of traitorous Word Bearers until they used a Hammer/Anvil maneuver and decimated the advancing forces. Uriah was himself fortunate, for as the planet was being evacuated and his brethren were being lead into the tunnel systems below, he was picked up by a transport of his brothers and led into the atmosphere to fight another day and avoid the fate of the war of attrition against the Word Bearers beneath the planet's surface.
Psychological Profile:Uriah is very close to the Ultramarine ideal. He is loyal, charismatic, yet stoic. He genuinely cares for not only his brothers, but for the common Imperial citizen. Tactically intelligent, he is also somewhat driven by his feelings of honor and does his best to uphold the values of his Primarch and Emperor, using their examples as a code to follow behind. Despite his kind nature, he is a ruthless combatant and is merciless when dealing with traitors and Xenos, being more than happy to exterminate the enemies of the Emperor.
Equipment:
Bolter
Plasma Pistol
Gladius |
5,327 | 143 | 11 | 62 | 2,653 | Unyielding in Resolve
Well, it seemed as if things were finally kicking off. As the garrison became aware of the presence of Legionaire's in their bunker they geared up. The scattered return fire from un-prepared abd terrified human soldiers was steadily replaced by a withering hail of growing fire from the intervening corridors. Troopes began to poor in, up on gantries and through the main halls guns blazing and formations ready. Officers attempted to bark orders as lasfire, autogun rounds and before Prodigal Son had silenced it a dangerous grenade launcher. The shrapnel had scythed thrrough the air in dealy arcs and if not for his armour and enhanced senses Kraeger would have been cut to ribbons.
He drifted in and out of the myriad cover in the cargo bay firing disciplined and conservative rounds into the growing number of humans. Their armour may have been fine against autoguns and maybe even las rounds but was no match for the thunderous cacophany of a bolter. Officers and special weapons teams fell gargling or their heads turned to sucking wounds or mist by the well aimed shots of the calm Iron Warrior. Honestly it was not until the heavy bolter auto turrets activated that Kraeger became worried. With these new threats he was forced to take more strong and static cover as the heavy bolters leveled their hail of death on the Astartes. Kraeger finally however had the respite to reload, a hidden blessing given by the heavy bolters. Placing his empty clip back in the webbing of his armour he jammed a fresh clip home just as Prodigal Son came up alongside him. One Warrior with armour of black shared cover with the steely gray armoured warrior and his veteran stripes.
Before Kraeger could make some morbid comment on their current situation Prodigal son... actually spoke. The Iron warrior at this point had long since assumed his 'Vow of Silence' was both self imposed and that his vocal chords were somehow damaged. Regardless, now was not the time for such musings as Prodigal son asked if he could do anything about the ammunition of the turrets. He cautiously peaked around the thick metal barrier he and Prodigal were squatted behind, risking a look at the ammunition feeders of the heavy weapons. They appeared to have a standard feeder system common in many fortresses. Rather than having individual ammunition clips or feeds all had a similar belt leading up into the ceiling they preotruded from.
If Kraeger had to guess they all shared an ammo pool to allow them to fire virtually indefinitely. The Iron warrior smirked beneath his helm as he spoke.
"Indeed I do Prodigal, They seem to have- well, just watch."
He clicked open the insulated holster of his plasma pistol. The rare variant was substantially larger than regular plasma pistols, made to increase damage at the cost of ammo and safety. For this situation it was perfect. He carefully aimed the heavy pistol at one of the belts, firing off a single max charged shot. The thick green bolt sizzled and whined through the air until smashing home into the middle of the belt feeder. Normally, bolter ammunition was well shielded from heat to avoid the explosive warheads going off prematurely. But, the extraordinary heat of the plasma over came such shielding, as the belt-feeders ignited in a cacophony of fire and sound that seemed to drown out much else. Once it was ended the turrets quickly fell silent. | Name: Kraeger Antal
Age: 187
Legion: Iron Warriors
Planet of Origin: Olympia
Physical Description:Kraeger is in every way an Iron Warrior. He has a stern and dollorous countenance. His eyes are a dark accusing grey and he has no hair. His face is thick and menacing with a long sacr running from his chin to his left temple. His left ear is mostly gone, having been lost to a particularly nasty ork and his bald head has several long scars. Wether these were self inflicted or battle wounds is unknown. His Eyebrows are thin and raven black, and he sports no facial hair. Normally he carries a doure expression, free of happiness or hope, only scorn and paranoia. Bags have developed under his eyes after going without sleep for far too long, even for an Astartes Legionaire. His armour, Crusade pattern, still carries his veteran hazard stripes and even the symbol of his legion... though the metallic skull has long since been purposefully defaced, ruined by its owner.
In addition his armour has begun to show sign of hasty and ad-hoc repairs. Magnetic studded plates cover his right pauldron and chest plate and scorch and poc marks have been similarly covered here and there about the armour. In addition, a few more markings on his armour seem to have been defaced in a similar vein to his Legions insignia, though it is unclear what they may have once been. He stands average for a Legionnaire, seven feet and several inches. His right arm is cybernetic, currently it is sheathed in his armour however.
Skillset:Kraeger was a Veteran, a son of Olympia and survivor of many of the Iron Warriors most vicious sieges. He was there during the decimation declared by Perturabo, helping to beat his brothers to death on the orders of a god; and he endured. He was there when walls were cracked and his brothers fell in droves;he endured. He squatted in trenches and fox holes, dirt and muck and shrapnel sprayed over him as well as blood from Legionnaires in the hole with him; and he endured. His skills are those of Endurance and siege, how to stand and fight longer and harder than anyone else. He and his bolter have stood in trenches and in the breaches of fortresses for over a century, and he has endured. He is most talented with his bolter at medium to close range combat common in a siege as well as trench fighting, fortification building, and the assault of strongholds.
History:'When first I became an Iron Warrior, when first I saw Great Perturabo he gave us an order... an order of decimation. My friend Alris drew his straw and I helped beat him to death with my own hands. When we were ordered to dig a trench or foxhole, and sit for months without moving we did it. When it came time to burst from our fortifications and charge a gunline I did it without hesitation or a second thought. When a siege broke and we were ordered to slaughter everyone within I was the one to carry it out, the murderer who's hand held the axe. When Great Olympia rebelled and I was ordered to do the same to my home I did not question, I simply did. After I earned my stripes and was told to enter a lodge of equals, to discuss amongst brothers I did so. I never questioned an order, not once did I hesitate or refuse.
... Until Istvaan. I knew my orders, after the bombs I was to join in the obliteration of the stragglers. I agreed, never one to question and down our transport went. It never landed. In the atmosphere we were hit and went down. Only I survived. We had landed in... i-it was a pile of my brothers. I don't know how many, I couldn't count them all. For the first time I disobeyed an order without question. I found those survivors and joined them against my own legio- against my Primarchs orders. I struck the skull from my shoulder, I struck the totems and symbols of the lodge... but could not strike my stripes for they at least were my own. As they descended on us I hopped on the first transport away that I could find... I could never go back now... perhaps that was good.
Eventually, I do not know how long now, I came upon a rouge trader. Someone who said he could help me... I still don't believe him but its something. Maybe I can follow the right orders for once... I don't know anymore. I don't trust anymore... oh well, I suppose woe is me and all that. At least here my 'brothers' and good 'father' aren't here to hunt me... yet at least.
Psychological Profile:Kraeger is a bit strange for an Iron Warrior, possessed of a dark sourt of humour. Although he is stern and dollorous as they come, he has a strange wit when it comes to dark or black humour, using his and others misery as a source of comedy. Wether he simply enjoys this or its a coping mechanism is uncertain. What is certain is his wish for justice, justice and vengeance. Unfourtanetly, for his part in the slaughter at Istvaan he understands justice may mean his death... and wouldn't that be great for a laugh?
Equipment:
Umbra pattern bolter: He has a leather strap he uses to hold it most often when not in use, preffering it to mag locking the bolter to him.
Plasma Pistol, Stolen: Taken from an old 'friend' of his, he keeps it in a thermally cooled holster when not in use or on cooldown. The custom weapon is larger than most other plasma pistols and more powerful, but heats up much faster. He has taken to calling it the Biting Remark
Mk.2 Crusade Pattern armour(modified): His armour is slowly becoming modified over time due to the need for repairs and maintenance, though it has not yet become what will one day be known as 'Heresy' pattern armour.
Entrenching tool: Equivalent to the combat knives of other legions. |
5,328 | 144 | 0 | 1,044 | 4,454 | Her place → Outside
Interacting With; Rebecca -It was raining. The type of weather that Michelle literally couldn't stand. She had wanted the sun to be out and about and brighten up her mood at least. Michelle couldn't really fathom the fact that it was really raining. She was leaned against the window seal of her home, staring out of the window as the rain pitted and patted against the glass pane then dragged itself around. A sigh escaped over her parted lips as she turned away from the sight and went into the kitchen. There was nothing to eat in the house so that means that she just had to go grocery shopping today. 'Great.' She thought to herself while going upstairs and getting ready.
Yes, she needed to look good when going to the grocery store because you never know who you were going to meet there. Michelle showered and the room absorbed the scent of Cherry Vanilla then she stepped out of the shower. She did her usual routine of doing her makeup, which she applied lightly onto her face. She tied her hair into a messy ponytail with a few strands dangling over her left eye. She reviewed herself over in the standing mirror and absolutely loved her own outfit, which was nothing more than a blue blouse with a white pair of pants and blue flats with white outlining them. Yes, she was very color coordinated.
After she had dressed herself and a nod of approval from herself, she grabbed her umbrella and purse then waltzed over to Rebecca's room, well, she had let Rebecca stay there a few nights and knocked on the door. "Going out shopping if you would like to come with. I'll wait out front but only for ten minutes. Okay?" Without waiting for a response, Michelle wandered outside and stood on her porch for a moment, staring out and seeing the hard rain drift into a light sprinkle now.
She had looked at a note placed upon her door and grabbed it, reading softly to herself. "A carnival downtown? In this weather?" She muttered then looked around to make sure no one was looking before continuing on reading. Since her and obviously Rebecca were going out, maybe checking out the carnival wouldn't be such a bad idea.
When Rebecca made her presence felt, her attention turned towards her as she held the paper out towards her. "Shall we go and see what this little carnival is all about?" She asked with a slight smirk curving among her lips as she linked her arm with hers, waiting for Rebecca's response before continuing to go any further. | {"Our character is what we do when we thinking no one else is looking."}
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Full Name |
Michelle Sarah Wallace.
| Nickname |
Michelle doesn't really like having nicknames thrown her way simply because she feels like people only give them to you whenever they forget your name.
| Birth Date |
February 14, 1990.
| Age |
26.
| Gender |
Female.
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual.
| Relationship Status |
Single.
| Occupation |
Michelle works as head cashier at the local coffee shop.
| Role |
Alpha Female.
| Coven or Pack? |
Pack Wolff.
| In Depth Appearance |
Long, luscious blonde locks of hair that cascade well pass the middle of her back, a smile that one would kill for and looking into her bright blue eyes just might make you fall in love with her, Michelle's appearance is absolutely star stunning. Michelle is a little tall, standing about five foot ten and weighing about one-hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She isn't as petite as most people think but she does have a few curves though they are in the right places, for sure. Michelle has a fair, olive tint to her skin and she really doesn't hesitate to show it off. Her skin, that is.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Bites her nails when nervous or anxious
Constantly checking her makeup to make sure it’s on fleek
Runs her fingers through her hair when worried
| Hobbies |
Knitting – But only when she’s worried or upset.
Gaming – She look like she doesn’t game but come at her, bro!
Martial Arts – She could really go one on one, hand to hand with a Hunter
| Likes |
Her pack – She adores them with all her heart
Romance novels and movies – It’s just something about them that brings a smile to her face
Watching the sunrise and sunset
Dressing up and modeling
| Dislikes |
Hunters
Some vampires
Coffee
Spicy food
| Fears |
Losing a member of her pack
Dying without honor
Not being the Alpha female anymore
Snakes and Spiders
| Personality Traits |
Fearless → Blunt → Responsible → Opinionated
| Personality |
Before Michelle was bitten, she was a very shy, timid and emotional human being. She was lost in the world and some days did not even know if she was coming or going. As a human, Michelle was a huge pushover and always tried to make people happy even if it was at her own benefit. She was very quiet, reserved and to herself but all that change the day was bitten by an Alpha Werewolf. Michelle became very fearless towards others and even spoke her mind without worrying about the consequences. She is very outspoken now and most people do not know how to take her words. She can be very serious when she wants to be though she saves that side of her until something real goes down. The one thing she always tells people is not to make her upset or angry because you will regret it or suffer your ending fate. Overall, Michelle is easy to get along with even if you are a human. She is very blunt and opinionated so if you can handle that then she'll definitely talk to you and if you're lucky, she'll even befriend you.
| Place of Origin |
New Orleans, Louisiana.
| History |
Growing up, Michelle was a pageant brat and was basically following in her mother's footsteps. Her mother prepped her up every single day for any upcoming pageant and her father was the one who always escorted them whenever they needed to go. She was eight years of age when she was a part of her very last pageant and won it, even. She was happy and gave a tearful and heartfelt farewell speech to the audience. She wanted to have a normal life and her mother understood along with her father.
As school was becoming more and more crazy by the year, she dropped out her sophomore year in high school and got a job instead. Her parents supported her decision after a while and they gave a few more responsibilities. After her first year of working, her parents past away in a fatal car crash, leaving her with no one now except an aunt and uncle that lived in New Orleans. They gave their condolences and they warned her about the crazy things that happen within the French Quarter and dared her not to be caught there after dark. Of course, that made her curious and she was standing on the corner after dark and met a guy.
After one night with the male, she woke up the next morning feeling different and could hear from miles away. She felt this insane need for power and felt much more alive than anyone else. She was slowly turning into a werewolf as she knew that when her bite mark healed, the transformation was to be completed. A little research she did awhile back. Michelle now resides in the outskirts of the Bellingstone, leading a pack of resident werewolves. She loves her new lifestyle and wouldn't change it for nothing in the world. |
5,329 | 144 | 1 | 1,432 | 241 | Caspar VanSlyke
Location: Luca's Church
Interacting With: Nobody at the Moment
Sitting in one of the many pews of the church, Caspar VanSlyke was tapping his feet against the ground, his eyes staring into space. The tapping echoed loudly throughout the now empty church, bouncing off every single wall, window, and door. He could almost feel the vibration of the bouncing sound. Even after a short time, he found himself getting lost in the thumps, getting deep into thought. It was almost hypnotic in such a large room.
When he finally snapped out of it, his thought was immediately directed to the task at hand. He was a Hunter, he had a job to do. He was here to hunt down the threat of vampires and werewolves in the area. He'd been informed that the town was supposed to be full of them, to the brim with the beasts. When he'd arrived, he'd gotten to meet a few of the residents, most of which not seeming like a threat. He had a few ideas about who may be harmful, but there was no way for him to tell quite yet. He'd been plotting, though, since they had all arrived.
"How the hell a comminity of these things have managed to actually maintain this town is far beyond my comprehension..." he muttered to himself, sitting himself up straight in the pew. He'd never been to a church before, now realizing that he was very right in making that decision, the seats were downright painful to sit in.
After only a few seconds more of sitting in the pew, he decided to scoot all the way to the far right end and lie down. Sure, it may not be as comfortable as a couch or a bed, but it was better than the hard wood digging into his back. He thrashed around a bit, attempting to make it more comfortable, but he eventually just gave up. He layed there for a good while, staring into the ceiling. The church really was rather beautiful, having some small stained glass windows in the ceiling. It was near impossible to see outside of them, but they were very pretty to look at. So many colors in one space.
Eventually, he sat himself up and winced as his back unstiffened. "Hey, so what're we plannin' on doing today?" he called out to nobody in particular. Once again, he found himself following his echoing voice. | Caspar VanSlyke
{"No matter what it is that you do, there will always be a risk or two involved. And so what? What's life without just a little bit of risk. Hell, what's life without a huge bit of risk? The fact that it's there doesn't matter. It's always there, there's no way around that. What really does matter, though, is what you do with that risk."}
-Louie Black (Yeeeeah came up with it mehself. 'Cause it's soooo good xD )
| Full Name |
Caspar Jones VanSlyke
| "Slyke" |
For Slyke it's less about liking the nickname and more about saying less than his whole name. He thinks last names with "Van" in the beginning seem pretty intimidating, so he'd rather go with something a little less so. Not that Slyke is much of an improvement, but it's a bit better.
| Birth Date |
Born on Halloween day (October 31st) in 1990, he is currently 26.
| Age |
26 years of age.
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Quite single.
| Occupation |
Unemployed, but hopeful to work as an official Hunter, as opposed to working with his father to do so. He was never officially made into a Hunter.
| Role |
Hopeful Second in Command. He'd be happy to just be a Hunter in general, but he thinks that he is skilled enough to be a little higher.
| Coven or Pack? |
Part of neither, but he intends to aid their downfall.
| In Depth Appearance |
Caspar Jones VanSlyke stands tall above most people his age, often having to bend slightly beneath normal-sized doors. He inherited that much from his father, but almost nothing else. Nobody in his family really knows where he got most of his traits, but his eyes and hair the only clear things from his mother. He has grey eyes, almost strangely grey, but there is an odd sort of warmth to them. Most people would think grey would be a cool color, rather than there being a slightly warm tinge to them. His hair is a messy, light brownish color, just like his mother. He usually keeps it just a little bit longer than the norm for many guys.
Caspar tends to wear darker tones in his clothing. Grey, black, navy, maroon, with the occasional white. He never wears just a T-shirt, as he believes in dressing for his part. He typically wears a fairly thick leather jacket decorated with his maroon undershirt. He has gloves, similar in color to his undershirt, that he cut the fingers off of. They look more like ragged, leather, MMA gloves, now. His jacket has multiple pockets and slits in which he hides his many weapons. Daggers and stakes littered his body, yet remained completely concealed from the public eye. Small vials of holy water cluttered a pocket or two. Perhaps the most important thing that he wore, though, was his necklace. It was a small, silver cross. It may be small, but it was definitely effective.
His pants were quite an interesting story as well. He wore extremely dark jeans that stuck fairly close to his skin. He kept a foldable dagger and a small stake in his back pockets, and another one tucked in the side of his right boot. The leathery boots met at his feet and went a fair ways above his ankle. The dagger he stuck in his boot was, just like the others, foldable. But this one was considerable larger, looking a bit more like a machete when the black was flipped out. It was made of pure silver.
(Tattoos will be included below)
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Habits: When he's nervous, he tends to tap his fingers, close his eyes, or start scratching at his arms (despite them being beneath the jacket). It's easy to tell when he's angry at somebody because he always, and I mean always, cracks his neck and fingers.
Oddities: Caspar tends to growl and grunt when he's in a fight, which is exceedingly odd since he hates werewolves in particular. He notices it, but can't seem to stop, he assumes it's just something he's picked up while fighting them. He hates vampires as well, but for some reason, werewolves bother him more. Also, despite being clearly German, it was his grandparents who moved away from Germany. He was born in Great Britain, and, keeping the accent, moved to the U.S. when he heard of the Hunting that brought his attention. He also tends to whistle a lot when he's waiting for something.
Quirks: He has several tattoos hidden underneath his clothing, all standing for something unique. One of them, a large star on his right shoulder, is from his first time Hunting. For some reason, the werewolf he and his father's group were after wore a star necklace. It just seemed to stick with him. The second is a winged skull with blood dripping from the eye sockets. It symbolizes that he has seen horrible things, but continues to see them for the innocents in the world. His last one is his name written across his upper back. "VanSlyke". This one is there for the remembrance even after his death, because he is extremely afraid of the possibility of love. He has had a past of getting close to women and watching them be slaughtered by the very things he Hunts.
| Hobbies |
Caspar enjoys whittling, even in 2016 he finds the old hobby fun. Many people think he's living in the past, despite being born in the relatively modern days, until they see how well he handles the knife. He's very gifted, and can make some mean stakes at a moment's notice. He also finds playing the guitar soothing, a good way to relax after a long day. He may not be the best, but he knows enough to play.
| Likes |
Caspar has a thing for acoustic music, many of such artists nobody else knows. He's also into classic rock, and some of the modern stuff. His favorite artist is Jack White, a person who can definitely make him feel like a badass at the end of the day if he needs it. He also enjoys, as mentioned above, playing the guitar and whittling. Whittling also leads to his rather large appreciation for knives and stake creating. He also likes dogs, the tiny ones especially. He may look real tough, but in reality, he has a softer personality.
| Dislikes |
Obviously, he hates werewolves and vampires very much. When he's in an argument, he can't stand it when a person just won't accept defeat. Sometimes he is that way, too, but very rarely. He also hates it when people start messing with his hair. Don't. Touch. The hair. What he may hate even more than werewolves and vampire, though, is people who don't listen. They just nod and smile the whole time, not even paying attention to what he is saying, important or not.
| Fears |
His biggest fear is losing his closest friends and fellow Hunters. He grows close to people quickly, particularly after working with them for awhile. He also fears the concept of love, like his previous experiences said a ways above.
| Personality Traits |
Caspar is pretty well-rounded, but has some tougher and softer qualities. He's very independent, can do things by himself, but he prefers to do them with other people. He has a strong understanding of caring for a person, depending on how fast he gets to know the person. He bonds quickly, but also loses trust quickly. While he has no real reason to lose trust so quickly, he takes things rather personally. He can sometimes be fairly stubborn as well, but he really is a good person.
| Personality |
Caspar is a good man, he's both soft and hard. He is soft in the way that he find the good in people. He enjoys the company of others, he find it comforting in a sense that if something goes wrong, he doesn't have to deal with it alone. Some people would find that almost cynical, but he thinks it the opposite. He's a caring guy, always taking the people around him into great consideration. If there is something that would mostly benefit them and may hurt himself, he'd almost always go with the option that would help the others. He may look tough and scary, but he's more a softy than people would tend to think.
But he can be hard, sometimes. He has strong beliefs and likes to stick by them. His morals and preferences play a big part in his decision-making life. He rarely ever makes a decision that he disagrees with, unless he knows it is the way to make things right. He also likes to make himself look big. While a good person, he finds joy in showing off. He'll show off his looks, his skills, his weaponry, just about anything.
| Place of Origin |
He was born in Great Britain, his grandparents had come there from Germany, and he lived there until he was sixteen. After that, he moved to America.
| History |
Caspar's family is from Germany, hence VanSlyke, but his grandparents moved away from Germany during World War II. They moved to England, where they thought they would be safer. And they were, in fact, they made rather large sums of money. They never really gave away how they made it, but Caspar always assumed it was either for the government or illegal. He could see it either way.
Grandpappy and grandmammy VanSlyke brought their child over with them, Caspar's father. He grew up wealthy, for still unknown reasons. When he was about twenty eight, he married a woman who lived there at the time. After a few years, she gave birth to Caspar. They all lived together quite happily for sixteen years. During those sixteen years, Mr. VanSlyke revealed to their son that he was a Hunter. Caspar's mother was clueless about the whole thing, but he was taken to work with his father. He would show him how to make stakes, how to use daggers and knives, how to set simple traps. This is where Caspar found his love of whittling.
After a time, his father had to go to the United States for some important work. He told Caspar's mother it was a business trip, but Caspar knew that was all a lie. His mother and father's relationship had started to deteriorate, they argued all the time, his father was left sleeping in hotels constantly. Eventually, he just left. He promised Caspar he would bring him to the U.S. soon. Fortunately, it was soon, but not for a good reason. His mother was killed in a tragic car accident when he was only eighteen. After that, it was decided that he would go to live with his father. From there, he continued his training.
From then on, he worked as hard as he could to do his father right. He trained for extremely long periods of time, even longer than his father could bare, sometimes. Eventually, he could outdo his father at many tasks. He could make stakes quicker, he could throw knives more accurately, he was all-around better than him. He continued to Hunt with him, though, and they are still very close.
| Extra |
Theme Song
Caspar VanSlyke
{"No matter what it is that you do, there will always be a risk or two involved. And so what? What's life without just a little bit of risk. Hell, what's life without a huge bit of risk? The fact that it's there doesn't matter. It's always there, there's no way around that. What really does matter, though, is what you do with that risk."}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
| Hecate Moreau | {☯}
"Not quite sure how to think of her, to be honest. She seems nice, but I probably shouldn't be judging here. I've only just arrived in this town, after all. If this place is what it's said to be, a town filled from bottom up with werewolves and vampires, I'd bet anything that she's the latter. Now that ya got me thinking about it, maybe I should keep my guard up around her..."
Caspar isn't quite sure what to think of Miss Hecate quite yet, but he's been debating possibilities. She looks nice, seems like a good person, but he has a little voice in his head telling him to watch himself. He's taken to keeping the idea of staying a bit far from her until he knows for sure. Doesn't want any surprises.
| Raini Yilmaz | {☮}
"Oh, her! She seems like the perfect person for the job, definately fit for the leader of our group here. If there's anybody in our little team that I trust, it's her."
Caspar may be new to the town, and the group as well, he sees Raini as a good figure to look up to. He may be a bit of a hardass on occasion, but he can see her being tolerant of that if it comes to it. What he especially likes about her is that she seems like she could really care about the group, assuming that they all get to know each other well enough.
| Rebecca Ackermann | {☯}
"I can't really say much about her. Pretty sure I've seen her around, only been here for a short time though, so I might be seeing things. I'd reckon she's alright, but I'm sure I'll be wrong..."
Caspar's hardly seen her around, and in a town like this, he really would like to keep the "jumping to conclisions" to a minimum. If he had anything to say about her, it'd be that she's quite a ball of energy. He doesn't quite suspect anything of her.
| Dan Carver | {Potential ☮}
"He's good at what he does, I'm sure of that, but he doesn't quite seem like a convorsationalist. Yeah, yeah, do what ya will, but I gotta jump to a conclusion here and say he's troubled by something. Dunno what, exactly, but it's something. But I like the guy, think we'll get along quite well. Guess we'll see."
Caspar likes him, he seems like a hard worker. Whether he really does have a problem or not, he thinks they'll get along. Caspar's a big fan of his riksiness, too.
| Father Luca Petulengro | {⚜}
"I may wear a cross, but I ain't the religious type. I have my thoughts on why it's crosses that repel those fiends. I say as long as he doesn't force religion on me, we might get along. That's for him to decide."
While not his biggest fan, Caspar's alright with him. His religious babble bothers him, but he understands his opinions. Being such an opinionated man himself, it's an easy thing to identify with. If they were to get into a disagreement though, he's not quite sure what would happen.
| Séb Charbonneau | {☠}
"Oh please, this guy screams vampire. Either that or he's on something, because this guy looks like the apitomy of a classic vampire. I'll be very surprised if he's anything else. I'll say it now, I don't trust him."
Caspar is highly suspicious of him. Being so pale with eyes like his, it's hard not to suspect. While he tries not to show his suspense, he gets the feeling he may have let something show. Might be interesting to see how they get along. |
5,330 | 144 | 2 | 987 | 64 | Séb Charbonneau
Location: Séb's appartment, the French quarter, Bellingstone
Interacting With:
Séb Charbonneau awoke to the sound of his mobile phone ringing and rain pattering against the inside windowsill in the bedroom of his one-bed appartment. It took him a few moments to come around, and pull himself out of that limbo between wakefulness and dreaming, where you don't know whether what you just dreamed has really happened or not. With some relief, Séb realised that it had not, and checked the caller I.D. on his mobile. He recognised the number, but ignored the call anyway, letting it ring as he got up to make himself a coffee.
Yawning, he made himself his usual breakfast: black coffee and a cigarette. Thankfully he wasn't really hungry anyway; he'd woken up in the day for once, having only had a few hours' sleep, and wouldn't be able to feed until dusk. Séb returned to the bedroom and opened the window fully, taking a long draw on his cigarette as he looked down on the street below. For such a dull day, there was a surprising amount of activity outside. Something brightly coloured caught his eye through the throng of umbrellas and raincoats; the window of the empty shop directly across the street from Séb's apartment had been plastered top to bottom with copies of a flyer reading, "CARNIVAL - TODAY!" followed by some text to small for even Séb to read from this distance. He considered this as he slowly exhaled, then took another draw from his cigarette and slammed the window shut.
Séb stepped into the shower after letting it run a moment to get warm, washed his hair and body, stepped out, briefly considered shaving but thought better of it, and went to get dressed instead. He picked out his usual unremarkable ensemble of dark jeans and an even darker T-shirt. Donning a black leather jacket, he slipped his phone and a pair of sunglasses into his pocket and grabbed his wallet from the bedside table. He was on his way out of the door when he stopped short, realising he'd forgotten his ring, which he needed to go outside, and which he'd also left in the bathroom when he went to shower. He picked up the small dark silver band, engraved with ancient runes on the inner face, and considered it for a moment, turning it over in his hand. Then he slipped it onto the little finger of his left hand, checked himself quickly in the mirror, and headed out of the flat.
When he got to his car he once again noticed the garish poster on the other side of the street, its dogged corners hanging limply in the rain. Carnivals, people, daytime...not really his deal. But he decided it wouldn't be too much effort to drive by and see what was going on, since it wasn't far out of his way anyway. Starting up his Caprice, he pulled out of the community parking lot and started in the direction of the town centre. | Séb Charbonneau
{"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"}
-John Keats
| Full Name |
Sébastien André Charbonneau
| Nickname |
Séb. English and American tongues tend to pronounce it "Sehb," without the accent. It's a simple shortening of his name, and Sébastien prefers it over his full forename for both its brevity and informality - he feels that "Sébastien" makes him sound haughty and stuck up.
| Birth Date |
October 15th, 1989
| Age |
Sébastien has the appearance of a 24 year old male, although being only 26 years old in truth it makes little matter.
| Gender |
Male.
| Sexuality |
Sébastien identifies as what might be called 'heteroflexible'. He is heteroromantic with bisexual tendencies, preferring women as relationship partners, but not averse to the odd one-night fling with one, or two, other males.
| Relationship Status |
Romantically unattached, and he prefers it that way.
| Occupation |
Sébastien has been something of a drifter, and what little work he does tends to take place behind a bar - they're easy jobs to come by. He hasn't stayed in one place long for kind of a while, though, and most of the time he leaves the till a little lighter than he found it. He is currently working at a semi-busy bar in the town.
| Role |
Coven member
| Coven or Pack? |
Coven
| In Depth Appearance |
Séb's hair and eyes are both strikingly dark against his pale skin. Most of the time, the whites of his eyes are shot with dull red. At its longest, his naturally straight hair brushes his jawline, although he tends to keep it reasonably well trimmed and pushed back away from his face. Séb has a generally attractive and symmetrical face, excepting a small scar, on his lower lip, just right of centre. It's hard to see against his pale skin, unless his lips are pursed or he's laughing. He doesn't remember how he got it.
Standing at just about 6' with a medium, bordering on athletic frame, Séb is a forgettably average size and he blends into the background fairly easily. Prefering to avoid attention, he tends to wear plain, though dark, clothing; he's most often found in dark straight jeans with a dark neutral or black T-shirt, underneath a black Harrington or leather bomber jacket. He doesn't wear designer labels. Occasionally this uniform might be accented with a flannel shirt if the weather's cold enough, but more often than not Séb enjoys the cold.
Although Séb's not really a fan of wearing jewellery - he just can't be bothered - he does have two cartilage piercings in his left ear: one silver stud in his tragus and a silver ring on the outer rim of his ear. They tend to act as distinguishing features, often pointed out by strangers in the absence of much else remarkable about Séb's appearance. Séb acquired both of these piercings during the end of a rebellious phase at the age of nineteen and keeps them out of nostalgia.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Immortality gave Séb an excuse to take up smoking. He enjoys the cold air, the taste, the kind of people you strike up conversation with smoking outside of bars and clubs. Although others might see it as a dirty habit, Séb sees it as less of an addiction and more something he just really likes doing. He rolls his own cigarettes, and does so compulsively when uneasy. When he doesn't have tobacco to hand, his second nervous habit is lip biting; faced with a decision he doesn't want to make, or a tense situation, he chews his lip while his mind turns a hundred miles an hour. Often, when his his mouth isn't occupied by smoking or feeding, he'll chew gum. In fact, it would be fair to say that Sébastien Charbonneau has some sort of oral fixation. Séb is also a bit of a control freak and doesn't like being in cars driven by other people, when he could be in his own car, driving himself. He would rather offer someone a ride than take one. Being something of a loner, most people don't know this about Séb, but he can't fall asleep without the window open.
| Hobbies |
Séb loves to drive. He loves dark, solitary journeys, with the sparse headlights of other cars lighting up the interior of his own in ghostly monochrome, late night radio buzzing and cigarette smoke whipping from the open driver's side window. Often driving with no particular destination in mind, it's become a comforting, clarifying passtime for him. He also hikes and forages, having slowly built an understanding of both the practical and poisonous flora of Pennsylvania. His keen eyesight allows him to keep up this hobby even though he can't do it in the daylight hours. He often takes advantage of the opportunity during these trips to hunt, usually for animals.. Recent hostilities between werewolf and vampire groups have curbed his enthusiasm for hiking around the town and surrounding areas, however.
| Likes |
Being alone. It's not that Séb's 'antisocial' - he just sees himself as being on his own journey through life. He tends to be independant in most of his activities.
Card games. He tends to carry a pack of cards, either in his car or on his person. When he does choose to be social, there's little he prefers more than a game of poker or cheat with good company.
Smoking.
Attractive company, be it male, female, or outside of the binary.
Nature, particularly under a bright, full moon when plants and prey are more easily seen.
The open highway.
Night time and the cold.
Being a vampire. Even though Séb didn't choose this life, and he struggled to come to terms with what he was at first, he embraces vampirism.
| Dislikes |
Heat and stuffy rooms are suffocating to Séb. Likewise, he doesn't like to be in brightly lit areas, especially when they're filled with people. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. This isn't just a 'creature of the night' quirk, but is definitely exacerbated by the vampirism.
Whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth is, that's what Séb has. He hates soda, ice cream, chocolate, anything sickly-sweet.
Uninteresting people, suburbanites, yuppies.
Shopping centres. See above, RE: brightly lit areas filled with people.
Wearing socks in bed.
Being in the passenger seat.
Religion.
| Fears |
Séb's greatest fear is losing his freedom. Just the thought of being under anyone else's control fills him with fear and anger. The ability to make his own choices, even if they're the wrong ones, is more important to him than anything in his life and he is secretly terrified of that ability being stolen from him. One aspect of this is a fear of being recognised by anyone from his past - the reason he has been drifting for the last couple of years, and the reason he prefers to stay unremarkable. He fears attachment and commitment because he believes that it will infringe on his freedom and his ability to disappear at a moment's notice should things go wrong. Séb also fears the open ocean and what waits beneath the surface - as a child he was fascinated by stories of monsters lurking in the deepest reaches, but has internalised one too many as an adult.
| Personality Traits |
Playful
Independant, solitary
Pensive to the point of broodiness
Quick to anger when he feels out of control. Could sometimes be described as a control freak.
Fidgety
Charming and humorous
Curious, adventurous
Flighty
Séb often toes the line between good and bad. Every now and again he likes to indulge his darker side, and he has few moral reservations about killing humans, although he does so extremely sparingly because he knows that making it a habit will get him into trouble, and get him there quickly.
| Personality |
On the surface, Séb is easy to get along with. He doesn't get into arguments with strangers, and is more than happy striking up conversation with new faces. He can even be quite charming at times, especially when he wants something, and even more so now that he is learning to control his powers of manipulation. He is quick to smile and laugh and has a good sense of humour. For these reasons, he makes for a pretty good bartender. He's also reasonably intelligent - not MENSA level, by any means, but not dull either. Had he chosen to, he could have done reasonably well in university. On a deeper level, he doesn't maintain many friendships. Since becoming a vampire he hasn't really had the opportunity, being wary of prolonged human contact and knowing that attachment to humans is a bad idea when you're a vampire, and a young one at that. It is only since he arrived in Bellingstone and came into contact with other vampires that he has been able to relax his guard a little and make some more meaningful connections. At any rate, he prefers to spend his free time alone, on the open road or in the hills, hiking, foraging and hunting.
Séb tends to find that the noise inside his head gets too loud to bare unless he can get away from people now and again and he finds the quiet, cold darkness of night extremely calming and clarifying. He has a tendancy to disappear for a night or two when regular life gets a bit overbearing for him, and especially when he feels out of control. Séb likes to call the shots in his own life. It is extremely important to Séb that he is the master of his own destiny, and this works its way into the smaller things - like the way he prefers to be in the driver's seat, to live in his own place, to stay romantically unattached. When his darker side comes out to play, it's reflected in his delight at manipulating his prey - he likes to play with his food before he eats it, letting his victim know that he is in complete control. And Séb definitely has a darker side. A young vampire, he doesn't see why he shouldn't enjoy this lifestyle, as long as he doesn't lapse for long enough to rouse the suspicion of the locals. He will usually travel out of town when the urge to indulge his more sadistic tendencies rears its head. Blood slaves are OK, but blood justs tastes that much mre savoury to him when it's saturated with fear. Although taking human victims doesn't hurt his conscience too much, he doesn't exactly see himself as an inherently bad or evil creature; just as any animal following its baser instincts.
| Place of Origin |
Nanterre, Paris
| History |
Sébastien Sauveterre was born in Paris in October 1989. He was the oldest of three children, with a younger brother and even younger sister. His parents were happily married and owned their four-bedroom home in Nanterre, and Séb and his siblings wanted for little except the latest extravagent toy or games console, for which they'd have to wait until Christmas or some other special occasion. Séb's comfortable, secular upbringing yielded a beautifully average teenager - his only real acts of rebellion were the two piercings in his left ear and one ill-fated attempt to dye his hair block red, which resulted in a buzz cut for the teen. Never outstandingly popular, Séb wasn't particularly bookish either, and had a decent handful of friends and reasonable grades at the end of high school. Sébs life was by all accounts totally average, until, the May after his 24th birthday, he met Céleste.
Céleste was not average. Her hair fell around her shoulders in silvery blonde ringlets, her eyes were turquoise framed by feathery dark eyelashes, and her skin was caramel that glowed where the light touched it. Looking back, Séb had known that his average life had ended the moment she had asked him what he was drinking, early that Friday evening while he waited for his friends at their regular bar. The rest of that summer seemed to disappear in a bright blur of heady drunken nights, music, and Céleste. As he slipped deeper under her spell, Séb began to lose days, sometimes whole weeks, coming round to find dozens of anxious calls and texts from his friends and parents, worried that something terrible had happened to him. He'd frequently find himself in rooms he didn't recognise, sometimes even in cities he never realised he'd gone to. Séb didn't know what was happening to him, but he didn't care, as long as there was Céleste. He loved her. No, he craved her - what was it? Her presence? Her attention, her touch? In actuality, it was none of those things. Céleste had created Séb's addiction to her with vampire's blood and hypnotism. Of course, having no idea that Céleste was a powerful and recklessly debauched vampire, Séb didn't have a clue; his secular upbringing had driven it into him that there were no such thing as vampires, demons, witches or the devil.
She was there every day. Séb had quickly become Céleste's favourite toy. His need for her, his devotion to her, meant that she could take anything from him she wanted, and she did. But, just a few months later, and as suddenly as she had decided she liked him, she changed her mind. She tired of his needy-puppy act; she had drained him of all will and challenge. Since he bored her, she drained him of his blood as well. Late July of that year, one heady evening, before the sun had even set, Céleste killed him. Having so willingly become her thrall, there was an obvious expectation that he would join her slowly expanding coven, but as his strength returned to him so did his senses. Knowing she would come after for him unless he ran, he fled Europe, using up what little cash he had, and left his whole life behind him. A missing persons report was filed by his distraught parents, but factoring in his recent behaviour, and just how much the Parisien police already had on their plate with the rash of disappearances and mysterious murders that had struck the capital of late, little effort was put in to find him.
He changed his name from Sauveterre to Charbonneau and drifted from small town to small town, working his way from Maine down the west coast to Pennsylvania over the course of a year. Séb usually only stayed in one place long enough to feed on a couple of humans, or livestock when he didn't want to rouse suspicion, and make enough money working behind bars to move on to the next town. He worked and traveled at night and slept in the day in whatever cheap hotel permitted late check-outs. After a few months he managed to get enough money together to buy an '85 Chevrolet Caprice that he found for sale on a local driveway. In late October 2015 he arrived in the town of Bellingstone, Western Pennsylvania. When Séb realised that he wasn't the only vampire in town, he hastily presented himself to the coven; though the time he'd spent alone had fostered an independant streak in him, he still craved familiarity and acceptance. Being a young vampire he feared human companionship, knowing how thin his will could be and the damage he would inevitably cause. They began to teach him how to control his urges, how to use the abilities given to him by his vampirism, how he could begin to live an almost-normal life even as a vampire. Although he remains quite a solitary person, often on the periphery of the coven rather than at its heart, he is beginning to view the coven as his family and feels that he has a duty to them for accepting him and teaching him. He was not responsible for the disappearances that occurred in 2016.
| Extra |
Personal Song: Prince, by Deftones
Séb's '85 Chevrolet Caprice:
Sébastien Charbonneau
{"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
| Caspar Van Slyke | {⚜ / ☠}
"Why is it that every time I come across that man he's got his eye on me? Somehow I doubt it's because he thinks I'm pretty. That cross...but maybe I'm reading too deeply into it. Just...I wish he would stop watching me. I might be being paranoid, but he makes me itch, and I don't like him."
Séb does not like to be noticed, whether he's actively avoiding the attention of others or not, and the few times he and Caspar have been in the same room, Séb has sensed the hunter's gaze on him. They've even locked eyes once or twice. Although he's not quick to suspect that Caspar is a hunter, he's happy to avoid him.
| Raini Yilmaz | {⚜}
"Oh, her. Yeah, she's good looking, good hair. Not from around here, I think. Pretty unremarkable style-wise, though, at first I wouldn't have paid her any attention. But.. the blood I smell on her doesn't belong to her. I guess she works at the hospital or something, but there's more to her than that. Some of the others don't seem to like her much, and I think I can guess why..."
Séb and Raini have crossed paths one or two times, and although they've never exchanged words, Séb knows who she is, even if he doesn't know the full story. He's heard her name mentioned within the coven, and doesn't really know what to make of her, but he feels an instinctive wariness towards her. He senses a hardness to her that he recognises in himself, but by all accounts there's a soft-hearted side to her too. Nonetheless, he wouldn't lose any sleep if they never crossed paths again.
| Rebecca Ackermann | {Potential ☮?}
"Becca? I like this girl. She is crazy. I don't know whether she's nervous, or drinks a lot of coffee, or if that's just who she is, but every time I run into her I'm blown away by her energy. I'm pretty sure I've seen her talking to herself, too."
Séb and Rebecca have spoken a few times. He's pretty sure she's a werewolf, but he likes her anyway. He hopes it won't stop them from being friends, but things are weird since those kids killed that family...hmm. Even if they can't be friends, he looks forward to running into her. He finds her very entertaining and even quite sweet.
| Dan Carver | {☠}
"This guy.. no way, man. You'd think a couple of bartenders would have at least something in common. But no, this guy.. I can feel the hate just rolling off him. Thought it was the gum at first but there's got to be more to it than that. I'm just glad we don't work together; I'll be glad to stay as far away from him as possible."
The first thing Séb noticed about Dan Carver was his size. The second was the cross he wore. Séb is nearly totally certain that Dan is a hunter, and a vampire killer foremost. He's bought a drink at Dan's bar exactly one time. He didn't go back for another. Séb has that kind of dislike for Dan that you only have when you know someone's dangerous - a mix of anger, venom and just a touch of fear. He's not certain that his natural ability would let him best Dan in a fight.
| Father Luca | {☯}
"Surely, this man's a little young to be a Priest? He looks barely a year older than I am. And frankly, I don't get why such a young, good-looking guy would choose that kind of life for himself. Well, he's never stepped on my toes. I doubt he could hurt a fly. But I'm not about to go making friends with him."
Luca's lifestyle does not interest Séb for a moment, except the odd occasion when Séb has wondered exactly what would compel any man to become a Priest. Séb's highly secular upbringing has not made him fond of religion, and the whole vampire thing doesn't exactly help that cause. But Séb doesn't even know the Father's name, having only seen him once or twice, ushering his little flock of sheep into the church. He has no real reason to like or dislike Father Luca.
| Hecate Moreau | {☯ / maybe ♥}
"Hec? To look at her, you'd think she has everything a woman could want. She's beautiful, elegant, charming. She's enchanting. But...what a litte ice princess she can be, sometimes... I haven't made up my mind about her yet, but I'm pretty sure she loves herself enough for the two of us anyway."
Séb is definitely interested in Hecate Moreau. He really does find her enchanting. But he's known enchanting women in the past, and at any rate, he gets the feeling she could be bad news if he got too close, with her sometimes icy and self-centered nature. They have some things in common, and will sometimes lapse into French when they're talking, but there are so many points at which they differ; her pure-blooded lineage, her renown with the locals and her unnatural views towards feeding... It can definitely be said that Séb has conflicting feelings towards Hecate. It hasn't dawned on him that she might not be as into herself as he thinks she is. |
5,331 | 144 | 3 | 1,549 | 1,549 | Luca Petulengro
Location: The church
Tags: Caspar
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Luca had awoken early that morning to sound of rain pattering on the roof. His dark brown eyes squinted in the darkness as he reached for his bedside lamp. Luca, like many other people now, lived at the church. He, however, had lived here much longer than those who took up his offer to home those in need. His bedroom sat in a small upstairs area, once part of an attic. It was a little small, but his lack of belongings made it easier to live there. The walls were old, unpainted wood, and the furniture was mix matched. It was clear that everything here had been donated.
He slipped out of bed and went to open his window blinds. The grey, gloomy sky didn't let very much light in. Luca began to change, slipping out of his sleep clothes and into proper wear. Since he wasn't planning on doing any gardening today, due to the weather, Luca found a pair of black slacks and a plain, white dress shirt appropriate. He pulled a grey button up sweater on over his shirt, covering every hint of skin save for his hands and face. Some people thought it was a bit strange for a young man to dress in such a way, but Luca always felt the most comfortable in layers. He despised the hot, summer days when wearing such clothing was absolutely impossible.
It was six o'clock on the dot when Luca went to the large, oak front doors of the church to let the morning volunteers in. There was a group of four people, three women and one man, who brought home cooked dishes to feed those who lived in the Home Ministry section of the church. It was a newly built building attached to the back of the old brick one. It stuck out like a sore thumb, obviously not part of the original design, but it had been built with donated money and volunteers around the town, so who could complain? The new ministry was aimed towards those who had no place to stay and no one to go to. Many were old war vets, and some were mentally ill. Some had just been cast out into the streets. Whatever their story was, the church was happy to take them and try to get them back on their feet. The classes held for the ministry included basic life skills, how to pay taxes, go to job interviews, how to cook, ect. The religious teachings were mostly focused on the idea of hope through faith.
Luca hadn't informed his church members, however, that he was somewhat misusing one of the section's rooms. It was one of the ones that was built for families: it was large with several bunks and enough space to house half a dozen people comfortably. He was allowing the local hunters, a group that he had been informed of through Father Walter's old journal, to stay there. Though, technically, they did need a place to stay, so the purpose of the room wasn't quite lost.
The whole 'supernatural' thing had hit Luca pretty hard. Suddenly, the world was strange and frightening again. He didn't know quite what to expect next. One minute he was building beds and dressers, the next he was being asked to banish vampires. Hiding it was the hardest part. He'd almost had to lie several times to his church, and act he couldn't stand. Telling half truths was almost as bad. Luca found himself slowly becoming more and more like his old mentor: secretive and cryptic. He too was beginning to sneak around, leaving the church when he had hardly ever had the need before. His clergy seemed to notice, but just as with Father Walter, they never questioned. Luca suspected they probably knew better.
Once the volunteers were off to the back, making sure the breakfast portions were being dished out evenly, Luca busied himself with some work. He slunk into his office to work on his next sermon for the coming mass. He remained unheard from for a couple hours until he reemerged to find something to eat in the kitchen. The kitchen set up was pretty industrial. Meant to feed unwards of 200 people at a time, it was armed with a cafeteria style food line, a walk in freezer, shelves and shelves of dry goods, and a refrigerator that was occasionally restocked. Luca opened it up to find a plastic tub of expired cream cheese, and that started a half hour cleaning spree of the entire thing. Once the fridge was clean and neatly arranged, the priest remembered why he'd come down there in the first place. He found a bag of grapes that he had set into the drawer labeled "fruits" and poured some into a cup. He turned, closing the stainless steel door behind him and headed back towards his upstairs nook to do some reading. He took a shortcut through the worship hall, where he was startled by a voice calling out.
Luca jumped a little, his shoulders hunched. He relaxed a bit as he craned his neck to see one of the hunters, Caspar, slung across a pew. Luca approached, his footsteps soft. "Please don't speak so loudly," He corrected the man in his typical soft, accented voice. "I don't want anyone overhearing...'hunting' plans here." Luca had been sure to look around before barely whispering the word 'hunting'. He was a bit of a ridiculous man. | Luca Petulengro
{" Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. “Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened"}
-1 Peter 3:13-14
| Full Name |
Luca Ansell Petulengro
| Nickname |
Father Luca. Because it's his title. He still inwardly cringes a little at being called "Father", because most of his clergy are at least twice his age. But given that he's now a full fledged priest, it kind of comes with the territory.
| Birth Date |
October 12, 1989
| Age |
27
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Asexual
| Relationship Status |
Unmarried, celibate
| Occupation |
Priest at a small, local church
| Role |
He's not really a hunter, but he sort of helps their cause.
| In Depth Appearance |
Luca is a very average man. He stands at 5'9" with dark brown hair, light tan skin, and brown eyes. He is of Romani and European decent, being a mix between the two. His clothes are very humble and modest, consisting of dress pants or jeans on days of the week and collared or button up shirts. On Sunday and Wednesday, he dons the iconic priests' robes to preach. He wears the same pair of brown leather shoes just about every day, except on Sunday when he swaps them for his black ones.
His hair is often a bit messy, refusing to be tamed by a comb. He has a little facial hair, which is usually kept neatly trimmed. Luca doesn't have any piercings or tattoos, but his back and arms are marred with scars from beatings he took in his childhood. Because of this, he often wears long sleeves.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Due to traumatic experiences in his past, he doesn't like to be touched without his permission. If someone surprises him with a hug, he stiffens up and is clearly uncomfortable. It's something he's been working on, but it's more or less become a natural reflex.
He hums to help himself concentrate. Oftentimes he can be heard sitting at his desk, writing his next sermon, humming old church songs or even a song he heard on the radio.
Luca is a pacifist. It's not so much something he vowed to do, but something that just comes naturally to him. He doesn't like to fight or hurt others, even in self defense. He would much rather try to talk things out, or just run if things get too hairy.
Luca is multilingual. His travels across Europe as a boy taught him to speak bits and pieces of several languages. He speaks fluent German and Romanian. He knew a little English before he was brought to America, but as a whole, he didn't begin speaking it until he was 18. Because of this, he has an accent. However, most people can't really place it.
| Hobbies |
Luca enjoys gardening. He has plants all over his office, and has made a masterpiece of the church's courtyard. He likes flowering plants the most, but also grows fruits and vegetables in the back of the church.
Reading is another hobby of his. He often frequents to local used book store to buy a cup of coffee and sit for hours on end.
| Likes |
The sound of rain
Hiking
Homecooked meals
Curling up to read a good book
Meeting new people and helping others
Sweater weather
Animals
| Dislikes |
Crowds
Yelling; having to yell or being yelled at, or just hearing other people yell
Sexual advances towards him; it makes him very uncomfortable
Hot, muggy weather
Seeing dogs chained up in yards, or people mistreating their pets in general
People being discriminated against based on race, sex, sexuality, ect. He is very anti-hate.
| Fears |
Luca's childhood was riddled with things to be afraid of. While he tries to follow the Bible's preaching of bravery, it gets difficult after a bad dream or seeing something that reminds him of his fears. He is very much afraid of being found by his past abusers, even though it's highly unlikely. He fears being taken advantage of, or being discriminated against. Most of all, he fears the dirty, gritty details of his past getting out, and having to endure people's pity and gossip.
| Personality Traits |
+Luca is endlessly generous
+Humble
+Gentle
-Meek
-He has trouble forgiving others at times, which is a pretty big deal given his occupation
-He has a tendency to get a little preachy sometimes, which wouldn't seem like a bad thing, but when other people don't want to hear it, it can get aggravating pretty quick.
-He's a bit of a bleeding heart.
| Personality |
Luca is a gentle man. He loves people. His passion for helping others and his need to share the light of God often combine. He can be found working at homeless shelters on Saturdays, passing out soup and kind words. He lives at his church, along with anyone else who needs a place to stay.
His personality is humble and kind. He can be taken at face value, hiding no secret agendas or lies. Luca is very much the man he appears to be. He couldn't tell a lie if he wanted to.
On the subject of supernaturals, Luca is torn. On one hand, he believes that they can be dangerous. They obviously aren't holy creatures. But on the other hand, they are capable of good. He doesn't approve of hunters killing them, but he understands to need to protect the townspeople. However, if a vampire came to him in earnest and asked for sanctuary, Luca probably wouldn't be able to say no.
| Place of Origin |
Suceava, Romania is where he was born, but his family were nomads. He never really had a place that he'd say he was "from".
| History |
Luca came from a hard beginning. His family was a group of oldschool Romani that traveled the European countrysides. When they came into town to sell and buy, they were often met with discrimination and hate. Most places put up with them until they left, but it was when they reached a small town in Germany that their band was met with brutal forces. The mayor of the town called the police on them, having them arrested and shipped from the country.
Some of Luca's family fled, and some were captured and removed. But in the chaos, Luca was separated from them. At the tender age of 9, the boy was left to fend for himself. He quickly left the town that had attacked his family, afraid that they may hurt or even kill him. Luca wandered until he found a new, larger city to settle in. There, he lived on the streets until he was 13. A farmer approached him, offering him work in return for food and shelter. He had no intent of paying Luca, making the transaction completely illegal and slavery by definition. But Luca was desperate, so he agreed.
Luca worked long days on the farm, doing anything asked of him until his body and muscles hurt. He lived in the barn and ate whatever leftovers were brought to him. Although he was no longer freezing to death or starving, he was still miserable. The farmhands took to mocking and tormenting him, calling him a dirty gypsy while he did their work. If Luca ever tried to defend himself, he was typically beaten up until he learned to keep his mouth shut.
It was during this harsh time in his life that Luca reflected on his mother's teachings of God. Before, he had never given it much thought. But laying in the straw that was his bed, hurting from both work and wounds, faith made it possible to pull through. He snuck off of the farm one day to visit a bookstore in town. He had scraped together just enough money laying around to buy a Bible. He would hide it under the hay in the barn loft and only read it by moonlight at night. It was difficult, as he was practically illiterate, but over the years, it got easier.
Reading the Bible helped him endure years of physical, emotional, and even sexual abuse at the hands of his 'employers'. He was 18 when a couple of Christian missionaries happened to come to the farm to buy fresh produce. They saw the boy in such poor living conditions. After pulling him aside to speak with him, hearing his story, they couldn't leave him there. By this point, Luca had become so accustom to his loss of freedom that when the farmer refused to relinquish him to the missionaries, he didn't even fight it. It didn't occur to him that he didn't actually belong to the man and his awful farmhands.
The missionaries went to the law. Police came to the farm and demanded that Luca be set free, eventually arresting the farmer for unlawful imprisonment and several workers for their treatment of the boy. The missionaries convinced Luca to come back to America with them, where he wouldn't face such cruelty and discrimination. They brought him to the church, where he learned to speak English and live like a civilized person. It took him a while to come out of his shell, but with gentle coaxing, Luca came to regard the clergy as his family.
With the oldest priest's help, Luca studied to become a priest himself. It took several years of hard work, as Luca was so behind on his schooling. But he was very passionate about it. He put a lot of hard work into helping those who lived on the streets, like he once had. He was the driving factor in getting the church's new homeless ministry off the ground. His kindness and drive made him very well accepted among the clergy.
Once he finally became a full fledged priest, he work alongside his elder. Father Walter was a little strange sometimes; he would often disappear for a few days before coming back with strange bruises and cuts. He never told Luca where he went or what he was up to, and Luca never pressed. Then, one day, Father Walter never returned. He was later found dead of mysterious causes. His neck had been broken, and two small puncture wounds were found on his throat. The investigation is still open.
Luca barely had time to mourn before he had to step up. He was now the only priest at the church, and he still had so much to learn. While clearing out Father Walter's old office, Luca happened upon a journal with his name written across the front. Unable to deny his curiosity, Luca opened it up.
"Dear Luca,
If you have found this, then it must mean I am gone. I can only hope that I was able to teach you enough before I left my Earthly body. I know you are still young, and you haven't had an easy life, but I believe you were brought to us for a specific reason. I planned to one day teach you about the strange things in this world, but I wanted to give you a chance to find yourself first.
However, if you have found this journal, then it means that I have died before I got that chance. You must read through this book to learn what you must do, as it is now your duty to take my place. Our small town of Bellingstone is in grave danger..."
Luca's Relationship Chart
Caspar Jones VanSlyke: He seems okay. Luca can tell that he likes other people. but doesn't care too much for vampires or werewolves. Now that's a given, considering the man's occupation, but Luca still wishes he would give the individuals a chance before ending their lives. Other than that, Luca seems like he would get along with him pretty well. (Positive)
Raini Ren Yilmaz: Raini comes across as something of a den mother to the other hunters, and Luca can appreciate that. Being a priest, he gets to listen to other peoples' problems all day long, and no one ever wants to listen to his. But he feels as though he could just sit down and vent to Raini without having to worry about his reputation. (Positive)
Rebecca Rosalynn Ackermann: She's such a nice woman. Luca has been to her restaurant once or twice, usually to meet someone, and has seen her in the back. Other than that, he just knows her from around town. She's always come across as kind, if not a little argumentative. (Positive)
Daniel Wyatt Carver: He seems like a nice men. Luca has only met him once or twice, seeing as he doesn't visit the bar very often, but he was pretty easy to talk to. He got a little distant when Luca asked if he had a family or wife. He'd been quick to change the subject, and Luca didn't pry. But still, he seemed pretty easy to get along with. (Positive)
Hecate Louisa Moreau: She's a nice woman, but she always seems so nervous, particularly around Luca. He can't help but notice how her eyes seem to linger on his cross necklace. He's always tried to come across to her as friendly and not...whatever she must think he is. He feels bad, thinking that him being a priest must intimidate her. Maybe he should invite her to the church one Sunday and see if he can at least give her a good impression. (Positive)
Sébastien André Charbonneau: He seems to avoid Luca, so he's never really gotten a chance to know the man. But he seems to be nice enough to other people, if not a little shifty. Luca knows better than to judge people from the outside, but he can't help but feel the weird vibe he gets from the man. Maybe they'll get to talk someday and Luca will find that he's a perfectly nice, normal person. (Neutral) |
5,332 | 144 | 4 | 1,003 | 215 | Dan Carver
Location: Gym. Church.
Interacting With: Father Luca, Slyke
Although Dan had worked a late shift at the bar the night before, he had gotten up bright and early to hit the gym. He trained daily, he had to vampires and werewolves had a supernatural advantage and staying alive meant relying on your strength, skill, and knowledge. Staying in top condition, studying these monsters and ensuring he was well trained with his weapons was the difference between life and death. It was like his father always told him, “A gallon of sweat saves a pint of blood.” His fathers favorite quote from General Patton and something he would tell Dan anytime he complained about all the training he went through as a child. He was grateful that his dad had worked him hard though, it made him who he was and kept him alive. Bellingstone had a descent gym for a small town but nothing like he'd seen in larger cities.
After a long work out he showered at the gym and jogged back to the church where he and the other hunters were staying. It was raining steadily outside and he was pretty much soaked by the time he got back to the church. He headed to the room at the building to the back of the church where they hunters were staying. It was kind of weird to be staying at a church, he hadn't know they did that sort of thing. It had been a long while since he'd been in a church, he'd gone when his wife was alive and as kid with his mother before that, but since he'd lost his wife he hadn't had a lot of faith in anything. He headed into the room to change into some dry clothes and threw his gym clothes and wet clothes into a laundry basket noting that he should find a laundry mat at sometime soon. He had a knife in one boot and a stake in the other, sliver knuckledusters in one pocket and some vials of holy water in the other pocket, he figured if it looked like they'd be doing some serious hunting he could come back for more.
Dan wondered around the rest of the church trying to stay out of the way of volunteers. He ended up in the main part of the church where Father Luca and Slyke were. “Father Luca.” He said greeting the man with a light slap on the back. “I'm sure if anyone heard us talking about hunting they'd assume we meant deer.” He said with a bit of light teasing. He liked the Father, it was kind of him to give them a place to stay but he got the feeling that hunting made the man uncomfortable. He couldn't figure out why, hunting evil seems like the sort of thing a man of god would approve of. “Thanks for the digs, if you ever need any help around here feel free to let me know.” He offered politely, figuring it was only right to repay the man's kindness. He gave a nod to Slyke who was sitting in one of the pew benches. “Having a moment of quiet reflection?” He asked with sarcasm. He hadn't pegged Slyke as the religious type and there was no way these benches were a comfortable place to hang out. "What are you to today?" | Dan Carver
{"Cowards die many times before their actual deaths."}
-Julius Caesar
| Full Name |
Daniel Wyatt Carver
| Nickname |
Dan, very few people who know him have ever called him Daniel with the exception of his father and his late wife. His mother used to call him Danny but he absolutely hates it from anyone else.
| Birth Date |
1/19/1984
| Age |
32
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Hetero
| Relationship Status |
Widower
| Occupation |
Bartender
| Role |
Hunter
| Coven or Pack? |
Hunter of both
| In Depth Appearance |
Dan's 6'1 with broad shoulders and a toned muscular build. He trains daily to stay in top physical condition; as human he is already at a disadvantage hunting the supernatural so he does whatever he needs to do to improve his odds. He keeps his hair short and his facial hair well trimmed somewhere between a shadow and a light scruff. His eyes are bright blue though not as bright as they once were but he makes the effort to smile and present and friendly appearance. He has two tattoo's; the Carver family crest on his left shoulder, and a skull with a wolf head on top of it to commemorate his first kill on his right shoulder. His clothing choices are almost always casual, hunting boots or sneakers, usually jeans, t-shirts, hoodies and maybe a jacket if it's really cold. His clothes fit loosely enough that they don't constrict movement but not to the point where they look baggy. Dan hates wearing suits or a tie, unless there's a funeral, wedding, or something of that nature he won't be dressing up. He wears silver Celtic cross given to him by his mother and a plain gold wedding band.
He keeps several weapons on him including brass knuckles made silver with crosses etched over each knuckle, a small silver tipped boot knife when wearing boots, a wooden stake, a few silver tipped throwing knives hidden in a jacket, and however many vials of holy water he can hide on him without it being cumbersome. He has a conceal and carry permit but normally doesn't carry guns with him unless he's actively hunting as it draws attention and of course he has silver tipped bullets. His favorite weapon is a recurve bow, used for both hunting animals and monsters. He has a few wooden arrows for vampire specific hunting but mostly carbons with silver tips and of course regular arrows for animal hunting.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
He has a few nervous habits like pacing, knuckle cracking and general fidgeting.
He thinks gum chewing is gross, and hates when people chew with there mouth open or talk while chewing.
Has been known to over exaggerate his hunting stories which he loves telling.
| Hobbies |
He spends a lot of his free time training and finds archery and boxing to be his favorite activities to help him unwind. He also enjoys swimming and watching cooking shows. When he's not working he likes to hang out at the bar, drink, play pool or darts, and maybe make a wager here and there.
| Likes |
Hunting, not just vampires and werewolves but deer and such as well other outdoor activities.
Cooking, his mom was a chef and he does alright in a kitchen, nothing fancy but he enjoys the memories it evokes.
Games of skill or chance especially in a bar or casino, he likes the risk and excitement of it.
Live music, while he can listen to almost anything he prefers punk, hard rock, and heavy metal, something with real energy in it.
Action and Horror movies.
| Dislikes |
Vampires, even more so than werewolves, he sees vampires as pure evil while werewolves are more like rabid dogs who need put down.
Flying, it's not natural and he hates being stuck in a confined space like that.
People who are selfish or cowardly
Situations in which he has no control
People who complain a lot.
| Fears |
Having already lost what mattered most to him Dan has no real fear of his own death but fears that through his own mistake or inaction he could cause the death or even harm to another. His biggest fear is being bitten or turned by one of the monsters he hunts, to become a monster himself would be a fate worse than death.
| Personality Traits |
Brave, impulsive, protective, hot tempered, loyal, dedicated, unforgiving, self-sacrificing, and distant.
| Personality |
Dan is not the easiest person to get to know, while he's friendly he tends to steer conversation away from himself. He likes people, likes to get to know new people but unless they're fellow hunters he doesn't really let new people into his life. He feels it's safer for normal people that way, he doesn't want to bring the dangers of his life into their lives and still feels a large amount of guilt over the death of his wife. He tries not to dwell on pain and guilt though, Dan has become very good at compartmentalizing his emotions and not dealing with them. He keeps himself busy with hunting and training in order to avoid remembering what he's lost. Most of them time he just feels numb and to make himself feel more alive he searches for risks and danger; anything to get a rush of adrenalin. Sometimes it's picking a fight, sometimes it's hunting something dangerous and sometimes it's just gambling with money or possessions.
Despite his predilection for danger he is a good hunter. He respects and obeys his leader, he'll speak up if he disagrees with a decision but unless he has an ethical reason not to he will follow orders. He is very loyal to any hunting party he is apart of and is protective of his fellow hunters and of other humans. He rarely has a second thought about rushing into danger especially if it is to help another. The work they do is important, and while he didn't always put hunting first he does now. Dan is impulsive, he listens to his gut and his heart over his head and while he isn't always right his intentions are almost always good. He can be hot headed, especially in a fight and he's doesn't easily forgive those who betray his trust.
| Place of Origin |
Alaska
| History |
Dan was born into hunting, his father and mother both had been hunters and while they gave him a normal childhood they encouraged him to take up activities like boxing, archery, and martial arts. His mother worked as a chef and his father would frequently be on long business trips but as a child he was never sure what exactly his father did. His mother had temporarily given up hunting to raise Dan but his father would travel to take part in hunts hoping to keep the violence of it away from his family. They lived a fairly simple life, his parents didn't have much but Dan always had what he needed. Their backyard was basically a forest and he was almost always outside exploring it. His father started teaching him to hunt animals at ten and had a natural talent for archery. He always looked forward to the family camping trips they would take and hunting with his dad.
He was thirteen when his family was attacked by wolf during a camping trip. His mother died protecting him from that wolf before his father killed the beast. It was that night that his father explained to him about the existence of vampires and werewolves. The beast that had attacked them was werewolf, a member of a pack his father had hunted who had come looking for revenge. After the death of his mother he and his father moved around a lot. Dan was trained to be hunter and he spent all his spare time training and learning. He did well enough in school to get by, but it was his hunter training that he truly focused on. At eighteen his dad started taking him on hunting trips and Dan made his first kill, a werewolf, shortly afterwards. His father was proud of the hunter he was becoming and of how dedicated a hunter his son was.
Eventually he and his dad grouped up with some other hunters and spent some time in Texas going after a large werewolf pack. It was there that Dan met a woman, Jenny, and he was infatuated with her from the beginning. He kept hunting with his dad and their usual hunting party for a year as they dated but things began to get serious and he fell in love. Although he struggled with the decision, Dan gave up hunting the day he decided to propose, he didn't want what happened to his mother to happen to his wife to be. His father was furious, hunting was the family legacy and his father always believed hunting should come first, that it was their duty. He and his father had a huge fight and they didn't speak for months. His father didn't even show up to the wedding and a few weeks later a fellow hunter called to tell him his father had been killed raiding a vampire nest. Losing his father was difficult but his wife helped him get through it. Although he had given up hunting he still trained like a hunter, always expecting something to come after him or Jenny and eventually it did.
He was working a late shift one night when he got the call, Jenny's body had been found in a park, exsanguinated. He was informed that the baby hadn't survived either, they hadn't known about the pregnancy and he tries not to think about it as one loss was hard enough. The news broke him, he had lost everything that mattered by trying to protect them from hunter life. He quit his job and spent months drinking, grieving and tracking down the vampire that had killed his wife. When he did find the vampire he killed it in the slowest and cruelest way he could after finding out why it had come after him and his wife. Turns out the vampire didn't even know who he was, Jenny had been a random choice and the vampire had simply been hungry that night. After that he found a new hunting party and became an even more dedicated hunter than before, it became what he lived for. He hunts to keep the violence and tragedy away from others, those who know nothing about the monsters out there. He takes solace in his kills, every monster he puts down is a monster that will never destroy another life.
| Extra |
Theme Song |
5,333 | 144 | 5 | 826 | 344 | Location: Her apartment, French Quarter
Interacting with: Sebastien Charbonneau- textingFrom the amount of light filtering through her shitty curtains, Hecate guessed it to be morning. Of course, it didn't make much of a difference to her. There would still be that dull ache burning the back of her throat, and sleep would still refuse to grip her. Upon hearing the sounds of the rest of Bellingstone rising from their pitiful slumber, she forced herself to get up out of the white leather chair she had been sitting upright on for the past four hours without even blinking. It helped preserve her energy, sitting so still; especially seeing as she hadn't fed in a while. As if the burning was not enough to remind her of this fact, she winced as something sharp pierced her bottom lip. Glancing in the mirror, she watched intently as a single bead of blood trickled down her chin from the now-healed slice on her lip. With some effort she managed to retract her needle-sharp teeth and drag herself into her bedroom with her usual grace.
At average human speed it would have taken Hecate half the day to get ready the way she was now; what with curling her blonde locks, applying a thin layer of lip gloss on her lips and, of course, squeezing herself into a dress. Yet she managed to complete the tasks in just under fifteen minutes, including her standing in front of the mirror to ensure nothing was out of place. The dress she was wearing was one of her less revealing ones, and quite a simple one, really. It consisted of a layered lacy material of white and navy blue, buttoned down the torso. The skirt fit her shape nicely, yet still managed to reach her knees in a loose manner. It was pretty summery for this dreiche weather, but Hecate took pride in standing out. The necklace she wore didn't necessarily go with her outfit, but it was a must. If she didn't wear it, she'd most likely be very uncomfortable.
She had heard word of this carnival, mainly from other coven members planning to stir up trouble amongst the humans. She didn't plan of being a part of their shenanigans as she expected there to be a fair number of those hunters going, but Hecate had made up her mind a while ago to show up anyway. Besides, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do.
The slamming of a car door caused her to sneak a peak out of her window which was misty with condensation. Huffing impatiently, she wiped the glass with the hem of her dress to get a better view of outside. Hecate's brow quirked as she recognised the figure getting into the Caprice. It looked like he had the same idea as her- to scope the festivities out. Reaching for her phone, she punched a quick message out, her eyes skimming it over before pressing send.
To: Sébastien Charbonneau
You going to the carnival? Posters are everywhere so don't pretend you don't know about it. See you there, maybe, it could be très excitant ;)
Without waiting for the regret to set in because she dared to use a smiley face, Hecate shoved her phone in her handbag and slammed the door to her flat behind her. The loud noise rang in her ears, causing her to wince. Being hungry had many similar symptoms to the typical hangover, she thought, but far more intense. The vampire girl left the block of flats in a blur of blonde hair which, to any passer by, would merely be a sharp gust of wind. Her necklace bounced against her throat, and she could almost feel the enchantment pulsing through it as she slowed to a brisk walk, now a good distance away from her home and on the borders of the French Quarter of Bellingstone. | Hecate Moreau
{"Don’t pretend, I think you know I’m damn precious.
Hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess."}
-Avril Lavigne
| Full Name |
Hecate Louisa Moreau
| Nickname |
Hecate is pronounced Heh-cah-tee
'Hec'- she doesn't particularly like this nickname, but her fellow coven members often use it anyway.
'Moreau'- referring to her pure vampire bloodline, she is somewhat proud of this name.
| Birth Date |
16th May, 1990.
| Age |
Real age; 26 years old
Appeared age; 20 years old
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Relationship Status |
Claims to be single, yet has a lot of 'ties'
| Occupation |
Part-time model. Not hugely successful due to her caution of people becoming suspicious.
| Role |
Coven member
| Coven or Pack? |
Coven
| In Depth Appearance |
Hecate is an enchanting beauty. Standing at 5'7", she is of average height with a light, graceful figure. Her hair reaches around to her mid-back area in blonde curls. Her eyes, being grey-blue, are sharp and almost always moving, as if she is analysing everything. Her mouth tilts slightly to the right in a seemingly permanent smirk, and all together her features are very sharp and elf-like. Her clothing style is often consisting of monochrome colours of white, grey and black, and they usually flaunt her figure and attract the eye.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
- Speaks in fluent French while aggrevated.
- Nervous hands. She is almost always playing with something in her hands.
- Hecate has a habit of running her hands through her hair.
- Her hair changes colour.
| Hobbies |
- Modelling. Although she has been put off of it, Hecate will most likely always be interested in the modelling industry.
- Writing in a diary. Something she picked up while living in France, she writes a diary. Mo's of it is in French, so good luck reading it.
| Likes |
- The smell of rain
- Human blood
- French music, primarily singing
- Magasines
- Fashion
- Attention
| Dislikes |
- Being ignored
- Sunshine
- Hunters
- Her fangs
- Her accent, especially when people don't understand her
| Fears |
- Hecate has a distinct fear of never being able to start a family. Although vampire families are not uncommon, she has always wanted to have a loving husband (or wife) and beautiful children. The possibility of this not happening scares her to death.
- She is also very much afraid of being hated. Her harsh walls may say otherwise, but deep down she longs for a close-knit family once more.
| Personality Traits |
Cold | Dismissive | Insecure | Soft-hearted
| Personality |
Hecate can be described as being narcissistic and self-centered, yet warm-hearted and loving. She enjoys the effect she has on people who become easily stunned by her beauty and women who become jealous of her; however, because of this, she is not happy when someone else appears to be more attractive than her or receives more attention than her. It is her cold demeanour that causes most people to detach themselves from her. She is never far from a sarcastic comment, or an icy glare to those she dislikes or doesn't know. She uses her intelligence to scope people out, find their weaknesses for possible exploitation and to make an ultimate decision of whether to trust them or not.
Yet, underneath this feigned superiority she is very much insecure. Hecate is, although it may not be clear, particularly self-conscious when it comes to her flaws and what she truly is. She is not as independent as she may appear, so a new relationship of any sorts would be secretly welcomed by her. Once her trust is earned after a lot of perseverance, her loyalty and fierce protectiveness is to be matched by that of a lion. She is revealed to have a sort of dry humour, and many people would say she has no filter.
Hecate makes sure to take all emotions away from when she is feeding, she switches off her humanity as a last resort if things get tough. The only downside to this is that it's very difficult to get her to switch it back on again, which could lead to fatal consequences. Because of this, she does treasure her humanity and tries to let people in more, yet very often fails.
| Place of Origin |
Toulouse, France
| History |
Hecate was born and partly raised in the French town of Toulouse. She came from a long line of vampires, and her bloodline was a well-respected one, to say the least. She was an only child to her mother and father, and had a childhood of getting whatever she wanted. Despite being somewhat spoilt, her upbringing was strict when it came to feeding. She was to be clean and precise about it, never letting her hunger get the better of her.
Ever since she was given her first magazine, she longed to be a model. But, of course, her parents would never allow it. At the age of sixteen, she would skip school and attend castings, getting the odd job here and there. It was when her fame began to climb that people grew suspicious and, with Toulouse being a very localised town, her family started to become feared throughout the area. And, at eighteen years old, Hecate was forced to move out to find somewhere else to live. It was a hard choice on her parent's behalf, as they loved their daughter dearly, but it was about time that she left anyway.
Hecate stumbled across Bellingstone by accident, having been travelling for roughly a year. She used all the charm she could muster to settle a home for herself here, and managed to find a place in the coven. After seven years of living there, she now has acquired much respect throughout the coven and the town, and almost everyone knows her name.
| Extra |
- Hecate speaks in a distinct French accent, but otherwise is fluent in English. |
5,334 | 144 | 6 | 1,433 | 9,222 | Location; Michelle's place → Outside → Michelle's car
Interacting With; Michelle -
Isn’t it strange how the rain can make everything that you usually love about being inside seem utterly boring and dull? Rebecca let a soft sigh out of her lips as her light brown eyes stared at the ceiling above her, her headphones in her ear blaring rock music as she tried to think of something she and Michelle could do other than sit in this boring house all day. Sometimes she wished she could just go out and play in the rain like she used to as a kid. "Yeah, but you can't do that because it makes people think you're weird. Or well weirder." She said to herself with a slight laugh before shaking her head. Letting out yet another sigh Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment listening to the lyrics of the song before stopping the music and pulling the headphones from her ears.
Rebecca looked around the room as she sat up on the bed, she was really grateful that Michelle had been letting her stay at her house the last few nights while she waited for her landlord to do maintenance on her apartment. Though she was worried about overstaying her welcome slightly, this was so much better than her other choices. She made a clicking noise against her tongue, thinking before standing up and starting to pick her things up off the floor humming to herself, after all the last thing wanted to be was a poor house guest even though Michelle was her friend.
She looked up at the door when a knock come and smiled to herself putting her dirty clothes in a basket without even answering Michelle's question, because she knew by now she was already gone. After a moment of searching through her bags Rebecca got changed into something more suitable to be seen wearing in public. A soft light purple t-shirt with a pair of light blue jeans and her sneakers, pulling her hair up into a high neat cheerleader ponytail and finishing it off with a pair hoops. After a quick glance at herself in the mirror she grabbed her coat and headed out to meet Michelle. When she saw Michelle still on the porch looking at some kind of flyer, she leaned against the front door frame looking at her.
"What ya looking at?" She asked before looking at the flyer and nodding at Michelle feeling her excitement flare up. "Sure, I love carnivals. They usually have the best food even if the games are crap." She answered her words coming out a little quickly before smiling happily as she linked her arm with Michelle's and headed towards Michelle's car, assuming if they were going to go shopping after they we going to drive. "Though it's been a while since I've been to a carnival, I figure that some of the food is different here. You have those little corn dogs here right?"
As they got to the car Rebecca pulled her arm from Michelle and went around getting into the passenger side and getting in. Though she thought about it a little as she waited for Michelle to get in and clicked her seat belt in place, looking at her friend for a minute. "Do they usually have carnivals in the rain here in the states? It seems like there will be a lot of people will get wet?" | {"Nobody can hurt me without my permission."}
-Gandhi
| Full Name |
Rebecca Rosalynn Ackermann
| Nickname |
Becca. She doesn't really know when people started calling her Becca, it just sort of happened. It always throws her off a little when people calls her Rebecca.
| Birth Date |
November 15, 1991
| Age |
24
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Occupation |
Prep Cook at a restaurant in town.
| Role |
Delta Female
| Coven or Pack? |
Pack
| In Depth Appearance |
Standing at around 5′5″ Rebecca is a little on the shorter side, with an athletic build. When down her dark brown almost black hair reaches down to just past her shoulder blades, however it is usually kept up in a ponytail or bun. Her eyes are Hazel, which change from brown, green, and gray depending on her mood, though they often stay a solid brown. As for style Rebecca can be seen as somewhat of a tom boy, only wearing dresses whenever she must, she prefers to be comfy more than anything. She prefers warm colors in her wardrobe. The only piercings she has are her ears.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
-Nail Biting. Rebecca is aware that biting her nails is a bad habit, but when she is stressed or just simply bored she often does it without thinking.
-Hand gestures. She often moves her hands when talking.
-Talks to herself. Often done when thinking, extremely annoyed, or angry. It is always down low and if pointed out she only seems to get more annoyed but will stop.
| Hobbies |
Cooking. Rebecca is a wonderful chief something that she picked up from spending time in the kitchen with her grandmother. By the time she was in her teens she was helping make holiday meals. Rebecca is always happiest when cooking for her friends.
Swimming. Something she started doing in high school.
| Likes |
Fall. There is something about the chilly air that she just loves. Not to mention the smells in the air and leaves changing colors. It's just the perfect time of the year.
Music. Especially rock and soft rock. It is a major stress reliever to her.
The color green. Which is her favorite color.
Spicy Food. While she likes all kinds of food, spicy has to be her favorite.
The smell of Honeysuckle.
| Dislikes |
Quiet. Everyone knows that when things go quiet, they go wrong. While it isn't a fear, but it makes her very uncomfortable.
Guilt Trips. If it's something she should feel sorry for, she will.
Cold weather. She absolutely hates cold weather, and during the winter you will likely find she keeps her heater kept up on high so she stays warm.
Bland food.
Clingy People
| Fears |
Heights.
Clowns
| Personality Traits |
Kind|Opinionated|Energetic|Stubborn
| Personality |
Very energetic, Rebecca can be a bit much when you first meet her, though when you get to know you'll find that most of how annoying she seems to be is simply nerves. Easily hyped up, Rebecca often talks fast and with her hands, sometimes she even gets on her own nerves to the moment that she will go completely quiet until she calms down. In some cases she will even simply walk away, talking to herself, only to come back later more calm. Once you get past this however, Rebecca is a very sweet kind person whom tries to see the good in people, even when others don't. She would do anything within her power to help her friends and family.
Like everyone else, Rebecca clearly as her downsides. The biggest for her has to be how stubborn she can be. She hates to admit when she is wrong, no matter if she knows it is. This coupled with how overly opinionated she is make her someone you don't really want to argue with about somethings. Not because she will become violent or anything, but because you are pretty much wasting your breath and time.
| Place of Origin |
Sydney, Australia
| History |
The youngest and only female in a family with two sons, Rebecca was born in Australia. Rebecca a happy family and upbringing. Her family went on vacations and large holiday dinners with the family. However, Rebecca's mother was a hard woman and a workaholic, who brought her work with her everywhere she went. While her father was completely the opposite, a lazy man who worked odd jobs and spent most of his time at home drunk passed out on the couch and only sobered up for social appearances. As a result Rebecca and her brothers spent more time with their grandmother than actually with their parents outside of family gatherings and trips. When Rebecca was ten things in her life when thrown into sort of downward spiral when both of her brothers and father were killed in a crash, due to her fathers drunk driving.
As if her sinking depression at the loss of her brothers and father wasn't enough, she hit puberty and found out the family secret. Rebecca's great grandmother on her mother's side was a werewolf and the gene was missed down the line making her a werewolf as well. For the next four years she struggled not only with depression but also learning to control her wolf side, with her mother and grandmother being her small pack. Once she got into high school she started on the swim team and things started to get better slowly for her. She found a way to work through her loss and finally keep herself busy.
When she was nineteen Rebecca's mother lost her job and they decided to move out of Australia and to the US hoping to get a brand new start, when they moved to Bellingstone Rebecca came to love the people that lived there and quickly made friends within the pack. However, her mother quickly find that she didn't like the idea of being in a pack that wasn't her family, when she was offered her job back she moved back home. Rebecca decided to stay in Bellingstone instead of moving back. After the wolf pack there seemed more like a family to her then her mother ever had.
| Extra |
Rebecca still has a slight Australia accent, though it is pretty well hidden unless she is angry.
Theme Song
{"You know the funny thing about other people? Sometimes they like you, and that's great. Sometimes you say one thing wrong and they hate you....and oddly that's kinda great too."}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
| Caspar VanSlyke | {☯}
"Who? Oh um, I don't really know him. I've seen him around, just always been either busy or talking to someone else when I do."
Rebecca actually hasn't talked to him yet, other then maybe a friendly wave here or there. Maybe it's because he is kind of new in town? Or because she finds him just slightly intimating? Though she has thought about trying to talk to him sometime, to see if he is as intimating as he seems. If he is than at least she will know to stay away from him.
| Raini Yilmaz | {⚜}
"Yeah this one makes me nervous. I really don't like how she creeps up on you if you're not paying attention. Someone needs to put a bell on her, or something."
Rebecca doesn't really know what to think about Raini. Honestly, she makes her nervous. Probably because Rebecca doesn't think to pay attention to her surroundings when she is talking, and Raini kind of blends in. Though she could be wrong to be nervous around her, she's never really tired talking to her.
| Dan Carver | {⚜}
"Naw, I mean the guy is pretty freaking hot. But you'd have to be blind or stupid not to see that he is a hunter."
Rebecca has only talked to him twice, both of them were at the bar he works at, and she hasn't went back since. She is scared of him, though he might not been rude to her, she just doesn't like him. She avoids him every time she gets the chance, though she tries not show it. Just cause she is scared of him doesn't mean she should make herself a target if he doesn't know she's a werewolf.
| Father Luca | {☯}
"Aren't Priests usually old guys, not young cute ones? Anyway as long as he doesn't push religion on me, I think he's alright."
Rebecca has seen him around, he seems nice and it isn't hard to find reasons to like him. However, she isn't the most religious type and so she tries not to talk religion with him, always changing the subject when it's brought up. It's her way of trying to keep from fighting with him. Her grandfather was really religious so she has some respect for him.
| Hecate Moreau | {☠}
"Ugh, yeah her I don’t like. Like could anyone be more self-obsessed? I swear, this girl just gets on my nerves."
Rebecca doesn’t like Hecate at all. She really did try to see the good in her like she does everyone, but yeah, no. She isn’t really sure if it is the way she glares at her every time they see each other, or the fact Hecate just pushes her buttons. There might be a slight bit of jealousy there too. Luckily the feelings seems to be mutual. Rebecca doesn’t care what she is, just as long as she keeps away.
| Sébastien Charbonneau | {☮}
"Séb is pretty entertaining. I like him actually, he has a great sense of humor. Plus it's nice that he can keep up when I have talked to him. Though...is it just me or does he always have something in his mouth? Hmm...maybe it's just my imagination."
Rebecca likes Séb despite the fact he is clearly a vampire. Though has long as he doesn't try to bite her or her friends, she thinks of him as a friend. She talks to him whenever she sees him, unless Hecate is around (for reasons above) and has even drank at his bar a few times. There is just something about him that causes her to relax a little bit.
| Michelle Wallace | {☮}
"Oh Michelle is great, though sometimes she really needs a chill pill."
Rebecca really likes Michelle and thinks she makes a great pack leader. Sometimes the fact they are both opinionated might make things tense at times, but isn't that normal in a pack? It is for her anyway. Though honestly a lot of times she is thrown off by how serious Michelle can be, at times like this she just wants to look at her and tell her to relax a little bit. |
5,335 | 144 | 7 | 792 | 4,390 | The Lab; The Church
Interacting With; The Crew; The Father
"I'm going to ask you something very important and I want you to think about it before answering," Raini Yilmaz was serious, or at least her gaze was; she, as a person, was almost always serious, but not to the point where it made her an asshole or a handful. This was no exception. Her eyes were staring dead forward, her lips were pressed tight together even as the edges of them drifted upwards, and her tone of voice was surely no laughing matter. Raini meant business, and she would get her answer no matter what it took. Staring dead on, she asked the burning question. "Do you want Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Adventure Time?"
Raini held up in her hands two band-aids, both adorned with cartoon characters, and her eyes were darting inbetween the two of them in much more comical fashion now, causing the small child with a needle in his arm to laugh at the sight. The child's mother was just happy that her son hadn't squirmed and caused a problem when he had to get his arm shot with a needle, and she had to thank Raini for that. Raini had a rather simple method for helping children get their shots and blood work done and it was simple. Distraction. Distraction was a sorely underrated tactic. In this particular case, Raini engaged in a brief conversation about cartoons and while the curly haired kid was gushing about Michelangelo and his pizza cravings, Raini inserted the needle and began to draw blood. No tears. No squirming. No parental headaches.
"NINJA TURTLES!" the child yelled, and Raini nodded as she applied the adhesive. "Good choice. And, because you were such a good patient today, this is for you..." Raini reached behind her and pulled forth a Dum-Dum lollipop, giving it to the boy. "And this is for your mother. She can take it over to the nice ladies in the front and then you'll be out of here and back watching Ninja Turtles in no time."
Raini handed a medical form over to the mother, who had to be reassured over and over again throughout the visit that her child was fine, that the blood work was a simple part of the checkup, to make sure that everything really was fine. Worried mothers were well and good when they didn't interfere with the job, and to her credit this one stopped asking inane questions about halfway through the procedure. "Oh, no cartoons today, we're going to the carnival." the mother specified, which brought an even wider smile to the child.
"Carnival? There's a carnival in town?" It was the first Raini had heard of it, and she liked to think she had her finger on the pulse of the town, because if she didn't...well, things wouldn't be great. "Well, be careful not to have too many sweets there, otherwise you'll be back here in no time." Truthfully, Raini couldn't care less what people fed their children, but she had to play the part of the blood lab worker. Being part of the medical field meant acting like she cared about the health of others. So much of this was acting a part, filling a role, blending in. Being normal.
"Karen, do me a favor and cover me a bit?" Raini called to her co-worker in the lab who offered only a sound of what could've been approval in response. Raini didn't need anything more than that before she was out on the streets of Bellingstone with a folded pamphlet in her hands and a bit of purpose to her step. Bellingstone was a fine little town, different than what she was used to, but then given her experiences that was simply to be expected. Part of her position, her TRUE position, meant having to acclimate to the surroundings, a task she felt she had done with aplomb.
Her steps carried her with a bit of swiftness, though not enough to be considered anything other than a moderate walk, to the residence where her true co-workers resided. She had her doubts initially about holing them up in a holy place, given the traffic from the normal population, but a church was a good place to ward off the unholy element. It was probably taxing on the young priest that served as an ally, but the way she saw it, allying with her and her crew all but ensured his safety. Which was more than she could say for just about every single other resident of Bellingstone.
"What, am I interrupting confession or something?" Raini asked as she stepped into the church and noticed her two hunters and Father Luca around a pew. Raini stepped with confidence over towards them, her eyes checking the area for anyone other than who she wanted to speak with. "Father Luke," Raini nodded towards Luca before unfurling the pamphlet in her hands and thrusting it towards Caspar. "One of you is going to be there tonight but you won't be there to eat funnel cakes and kiss a stranger in the tunnel of love. A place like this, noise, lights, booze...it's the perfect place for certain types to fill up like a fat family of four at a buffet."
Raini looked between Dan and Caspar, all but forgetting that Luca was still present.
"Now I know the carnies might look the part, but trust me, they're not who you're looking for. They're dishonest people looking to make some dishonest dollars but that's their right. Could be nothing goes down. Could be. But I want eyes there. And win me a teddy bear while you're at it." | {"I have nothing against respecting people who lived before, but we have no responsibility toward them.
"}
-Leon Kass
| Full Name |
Raini Ren Yilmaz
| Nickname |
"Rainy". It's an intentional mispronunciation of her name, which is 'Rain-eye'. It was originally assumed by Raini to be done simply to annoy her; it was only recently that she realized it was a term of endearment. She would prefer people not using it.
| Birth Date |
November 14.
| Age |
35
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Pansexual
| Relationship Status |
Recently Single
| Occupation |
Part Time Phlebotomist. Full Time Hunter.
| Role |
Lead Hunter. Failing that? Second in command.
| Coven or Pack? |
Neither
| In Depth Appearance |
Raini doesn't stand out much at all and that is clearly by design. Drawing attention to yourself is what inexperienced people do, and that extends to the hunters just as much as it does their prey. Of course, her standing out happens often enough due to her more...exotic features, though with enough diversity comes the ability to blend. Raini's of an average height, standing at just shy of five-nine, with a build that is athletic in tone. Muscles need not be bulging to be present, nor does the lack of them from a glance mean a lack of strength or stamina. Rarely does Raini dabble in cosmetics other than for blemishes or if she's out to impress someone with her awkward feminine wiles.
The exception to that rule is in how she treats her hair, dirty blonde in color and soft to the touch, it's the one aspect of her, other than keeping in shape, that she takes an excessive amount of care in. She won't berate someone for 'messing up' her hair, but she believes she has earned a little bit of vanity in her life every now and then. With how often things get messy...it's mostly something to keep her grounded.
In her day to day, when she isn't wearing the white coat in the doctor's office, skews more casual than anything else. Jeans for walking. Boots for stepping. White shirts for comfort and always a black jacket for completion of the outfit. In warmer weather the jacket will be left at home and she'll favor shorter sleeved shirts but never shorts or skirts. Anything other than pants would show the scars she's accrued over the years; most have healed, but scars linger and questions get asked. She goes for more neutral clothing in her day-to-day. Blues and whites, neutrals, all a part of looking the part. It's a lot harder than she ever thought to intentionally make herself look ordinary.
Harder, still, because of her background - She has the features of her mother, the pronounced cheekbones and almond eyes, and the skin tone of her mixed heritage - she's on a short list of people in Bellingstone that come from similar backgrounds.
She had a tattoo once, on her right arm, but it's been removed, The tattoo was of a rain cloud, an inside joke that stopped being funny.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
When faced with downtime, Raini will observe herself in a compact to ensure that the day's stress hasn't ruined her hair. Which is to say she'll often straighten it out or fix it up as the day goes on. Again, she believes her little trip to vanity avenue is well earned, even if it's something she believes that only younger people should do.
Whenever she uses profanity, which is more often than she'd care to admit, she only does so in Arabic. It's one of the three languages she speaks and it's the only one she can be certain that most people she uses it around won't understand. 'Ya Ibn el Sharmouta' is a particular favorite of hers but they're all so colorful and varied, as language typically is.
Raini intentionally mispronounces people's names (though gets upset when others do it to her). It's a quirk she picked up from someone important to her. However, it's not something she does to everyone at first. People know that they have Raini's respect when she starts saying their name incorrectly. Until then, she'll always be asking for their name or calling them things like 'kid'.
| Hobbies |
Raini has a bit of a soft spot for jazz music and has quite the collection of vinyl and albums. She'll listen to it to unwind or to prepare for a fight/patrol/whatnot. Her regret in life was never learning to play an instrument and jazz is sort of an escape.
Candle Making. Something she learned from her mother as a child, Raini enjoys making candles when she has free time. She sells them through Etsy and at a corner store in Bellingstone that gives her a cut of profits from her sales. Nothing relaxes her more than putting on Dave Brubeck and making an order of candles as the sun goes down. It's zen-like at times.
| Likes |
☑ Though she doesn't make them, she does enjoy candle wax figures, such as people who make cats or people and put a wick in them. There's shelf space in her place that is reserved for ones she liked enough to buy.
☑ Spicy food. She's not yet found a place in town that can really hit that sweet spot of spicy. She'd make her own but cooking is not something she's particularly great at.
☑ Long winters. She grew up in warm weather and had enough of it to fill a lifetime. Winters are welcome and snow still makes her smile when its fresh.
☑ Seafood. Sometimes she wishes she was located on the coast just to get fresher fish on the regular, but she'll take a grilled salmon or some ahi tuna no matter how it comes.
☑ People that listen. She's constantly amazed in her daily life the number of people who can't fill out a simple form in the blood lab. "Please stick out your right hand", a request she makes often, is often followed up with "Your OTHER right" or "Please stick out your right hand". But she might be projecting, since not listening has led some people she knew to their early end.
| Dislikes |
☒ People that DON'T listen, to follow up on a like.
☒ Summer. The warmth and the more relaxed atmosphere doesn't sit well with her. Plus she gets real hot in her jeans which is just uncomfortable.
☒ Coffee. She hates the taste. Really caffeine does nothing for her other than make her want to spit it into the nearest drain.
☒ Rain clouds. More often than not they signal rain or worse.
☒ Games of chance. She doesn't gamble with anything, from money down to her life, preferring to do things that she at least has some modicum of control over.
| Fears |
Raini hates the rain, specifically she hates thunderstorms. Even into her thirties stormy weather makes her have difficulty sleeping or functioning. It's a fear, a phobia if you will.
While she doesn't fear her own death she does fear others she works with dying under her watch or else being converted to the ranks of the ones they hunt. A loss of a hunter under her care is a failure in her command. In that way, perhaps it's better to say that she fears failure.
| Personality Traits |
Patient. Though Raini hates people that don't listen, she puts up with them in the hope that they'll learn sooner or later. On that same token, Raini is someone that will wait and wait until the moment is right before springing into action. Patience is a virtue that gets rewarded. Impatience gets people injured or worse.
Disaffected. While losing someone among her ranks gets her where it counts, after the things she's experienced and done nothing really concerns her anymore. Yes, she obviously doesn't like it when innocents die due to the supernatural, but the news of a death or the sight of blood or bodies doesn't fuel her into action. She's desensitized and cautions others to hold onto their strong feelings on the matter.
Motherly. Raini had a strong bond with her mother for the short time they were a family and she found a father figure in her training days. As such, any hunter that works with her is seen as something close to family, not all that dissimilar to wolves and their pack or vampires and their coven.
Hard. Raini, despite her motherly tendencies, is still a hard person to bond with. But in her mind, she doesn't have to be liked so long as she has respect. The fact that getting her to 'remember' your name is a rite of passage shows how difficult it is to earn her trust and friendship. Ostensibly it's so she can feel less on the off chance that one of them dies, but there's sure to be a deeper reason.
| Personality |
To hear Raini describe it, she's a hunter second and a person first, but that doesn't stop elements of who she is in the 'fight' from seeping into her attempts to be a more 'ordinary' citizen. Around children and the like, such as those who come to the lab for shots or blood work, she's always friendly and smiling, like a motherly sort would be, but she rarely, if ever, speaks to adult patients about anything other than the reason for their visit to the lab. Few would describe her as 'friendly' but many would consider her 'nice'. Raini isn't a mean person and doesn't have near the outright hatred towards the hunter's prey as some do.
Once someone has earned her respect she treats them no differently than she expects them to treat her. Everyone, once proven they can hang in the hunters of Bellingstone, is seen as equals. It is, to her, the best way to foster camaraderie and instill the notion that no one is expendable. Raini may take a while to consider someone, but even those whose name she hasn't said are still part of the team. Raini is practical when making decisions and often will opt to take less favorable choices rather than the more immediate 'positive' ones. She won't be the one to rush in and help someone in danger and she'd be willing to let innocents die if it meant it would lead to something more substantial in the long run. Her casual disregard for the lives of innocents - or the seeming disregard - makes some believe her to be emotionless, heartless, cruel.
But she isn't. She just understands that not everyone can be saved. The more moral people around her are people she trusts to keep her in check. Raini doesn't want other hunters to lose their humanity and empathy and encourages them to 'remain as innocent as possible'.
Anyone who knows Raini, be it a fellow hunter or a friend in Bellingstone, knows that she is there in case someone needs an ear to vent their problems. Raini wants very much to be seen as something of a motherly presence among her charges, loving and caring but also willing to lay down the law and take control of a situation. She might be strict, but if it keeps people alive it's worth it in the end.
Just don't ACTUALLY call her mom.
| Place of Origin |
Thimphu, Bhutan
| History |
Raini was born in Bhutan to a father of South Asian heritage and a mother from China. Though Bhutan is where she was born it wasn't where she lived; at a young age, before Raini could walk, she and her parents settled in Egypt, in Cairo. Raini bonded with her mother, who she remembered being incredibly affectionate and caring which was in direct contrast to her father, who was aloof and worked abnormal hours which meant Raini rarely got to spend time with him. As Raini grew into a child, she noticed that her father was often talking of relocation, of staying mobile, but her mother wanted a home. A permanent one. Her parents spoke in whispers often.
Raini's mother was also her educator, teaching her both Arabic and Mandarin and how to read the written word. She never felt coddled, but it was obvious that Raini was fond of her mother. When she was thirteen she started to notice more oddities with her father. He always seemed to be on edge, nervous, and would often lash out against his wife. Any attempt to find out what was wrong was met with anger from her father and near sobs from her mother.
At age fourteen, Raini lost both of her parents.
It happened slowly, building up over the course of months. Suddenly Raini had a new family member, an Uncle Jabari that made frequent trips to the family home. Jabari was a man of few words but always came with a gift for Raini, some trinket or bauble, one time a cool pocket knife, but he didn't say a word to the girl otherwise. One week after Raini's fourteenth birthday, their home was broken into at night. Raini hid in a cupboard and watched as a strange man accused her mother of 'betrayal'. The man snapped her father's neck and Raini was forced to watch a different side of her mother.
The mother she loved shrieked and attacked the mysterious man, a fight that stopped after her mother removed the man's head. Of course Raini screamed, what person wouldn't after witnessing such a thing? But before her bloody mother could reveal her true nature to her daughter, Uncle Jabari arrived and drove a sake through the woman's heart. "Your mother was on the run from her coven," Jabari went on to explain as he introduced Raini to the world of vampires and hunters.
Jabari was a hunter named Eric and he was hunting the man that was hunting Raini's mother, arriving too late to save her father. Eric, against his better judgment, took Raini along to be trained as a hunter, which took some convincing on his end as Raini was still in shock over the sudden loss of her mother. Of her parents. Studying under Eric became the replacement of studying languages with her mom. Eric started calling her Rainy as she started taking her training more seriously. When she became a full fledged hunter, Eric was there to welcome her to the fold. She requested to serve with him but he refused, saying that she had to become her own person now. Eric went off to his own posting. News of his death reached her three months after the fact. Werewolf attack.
Raini models a lot of herself after Eric, keeping the little nickname mispronunciation thing alive as sort of a tribute to his memory. As he requested, Raini has become her own hunter, even being assigned to Bellingstone where she's integrated herself into the community as a phlebotomist, working in the bloodwork lab at a doctor's office. The job is one way she monitors the activity of vampires and werewolves alike, and it allows her to keep tabs on the blood supply in case some hungry sorts get a little bold in their quest for human blood.
To the residents of Bellingstone, Raini is the blood doctor who gives the children coming for shots a lollipop if they don't squirm. To others, she's a threat. A hunter through and through.
| Extra |
She speaks English, Arabic, and Mandarin. She speaks with a noticeable accent though it's not as heavy these days.
Theme Song
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5,336 | 144 | 8 | 1,432 | 241 | Caspar VanSlyke
Location: Luca's Church
Interacting With: Raini, Dan, and Luca
Caspar shrugged off Father Luca's remark about being quiet. He figured that if any vampire or werewolf were that close to a church, they were too stupid to go running their mouth. How there really was a church in the town perplexed him, but he assumed that it could be for camouflage. While he hated the beasts, he acknowledged their smarts, sometimes even admiring it. In all of his encounters, they always seemed to know exactly how to make things go their way. He'd fallen exactly where they'd wanted him to multiple times, but he knew what he was doing. In fact, sometimes he went along with their traps. Typically, though, he would attempt to take his time, avoiding confrontation. Until he found a weakness, of course. He'd be a failed hunter if he could never fight one. That was his job, and he was good at it. He knew that much.
"Don't worry, Father, you have nothing to worry about.. I'd be an idiot if I would put you in danger after you've done us the kindness of letting us stay here." Caspar spoke with gratitude, nodding to him in thanks.
When the church doors opened, the tapping sound of rain lingered even after the door was shut again. Caspar would've thought that he'd be able to hear it on the roof, but oddly enough, he couldn't. Dan walked across the wooden floors, old boards creaking under his weight, and he spoke with Father quite quickly, teasing him. Caspar chuckled as he mention hunting deer. Yeah, that's exactly what we're doing. Hunting "deer". He sat himself straight when Dan's attention turned to him, speaking about taking a moment of reflection.
"Yeah, why the hell not. I'm anxious as all get out, I just want to," he quieted his voice and smirked at Father, "hunt." He said exactly the truth. He wanted to get out of the big, empty church and go see some action. Something to do besides just sit around and do nothing. He'd much rather be hunting, rather than thinking of ways they could work on gaining information about who they needed to worry about.
"I'd love it if Raini would hurry up, thou-" he was interupted by the old doors opening once again. As if on cue, Raini walked in. "Speak of the devil!"
Caspar took the leaflet into his hand, scanned it, and stood up. It told information about a carnival that would be happening that day, and right in town, too. Hosting a big event like this would be like waving a bone in front of a dog, just taunting the beasts who resided in Bellinstone. Tourists, travelers, and even some residents who were unaware of the current issues would be going. A buffet layed out in the middle of a busy town. Raini was very right, they needed eyes on the inside to get some identities. As long as the hunters' prensence was unknown, nobody would be afraid to go to an innocent carnival. Little would they know, they would be right on their tails.
"Yeah, I agree, eyes in there would be a huge advantage," he spoke confidently. "I think we might be able to get some information on both who we need to be careful with, and people who we might be able to manipulate. Get somebody who we can get information from, make our job a little easier." He was quiet for a second, thinking.
Nobody knew exactly how big the carnival would be. For all they knew, it could be acres and acres of rides, games, and food. As much as he'd love to go and get himself mounds of corndogs, hot dogs, and ice cream, it'd be a great chance for them all to scope out the threats. If, obviously, some of them decided to show up. Even seeing just one would be helpful, but the town's stories made it seem like they should expect many more. If the stories were true, and the carnival wound up being that big, they'd definately need more eyes. And not just eyes, they'd need ears, too. Anything and everything would be helpful for their cause.
"If that's alright, I'd like to throw in my two cents real quick. We're not toally clear on information about this place, it could wind up being huge. My thinking is that if it's real big, we're gonna need more people. There's no way a single person can take on an entire carnival grounds. I think it might be a good idea to either bring everybody along, or send somebody to scope out the area, see how big this thing will actually be. Catch my drift?"
He hadn't known Raini long enough to tell whether or not she was comfortable with him voicing his opiinion on their tasks, but he did it anyway. Actually, he hadn't really thought about it before hand, speaking before he could even think about it. That sort of thing happened to him quite often, but usually never anything too bad ever came of it. He has, however, worked with hunters who were strictly the one who made the plan, nobody else was even allowed to say anything about it. Caspar hated them, though he would probably wind up being one of those people if he ever rose to that sort of position. He was comfortable being second in charge, though, not wanting to be the one who constantly makes decisions and orders people around. He had his times to do that, but they were usually fairly minor instructions. He appreciated the fact that they weren't very important, knowing that if it were bigger, all mistake would be blamed directly on him. | Caspar VanSlyke
{"No matter what it is that you do, there will always be a risk or two involved. And so what? What's life without just a little bit of risk. Hell, what's life without a huge bit of risk? The fact that it's there doesn't matter. It's always there, there's no way around that. What really does matter, though, is what you do with that risk."}
-Louie Black (Yeeeeah came up with it mehself. 'Cause it's soooo good xD )
| Full Name |
Caspar Jones VanSlyke
| "Slyke" |
For Slyke it's less about liking the nickname and more about saying less than his whole name. He thinks last names with "Van" in the beginning seem pretty intimidating, so he'd rather go with something a little less so. Not that Slyke is much of an improvement, but it's a bit better.
| Birth Date |
Born on Halloween day (October 31st) in 1990, he is currently 26.
| Age |
26 years of age.
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Relationship Status |
Quite single.
| Occupation |
Unemployed, but hopeful to work as an official Hunter, as opposed to working with his father to do so. He was never officially made into a Hunter.
| Role |
Hopeful Second in Command. He'd be happy to just be a Hunter in general, but he thinks that he is skilled enough to be a little higher.
| Coven or Pack? |
Part of neither, but he intends to aid their downfall.
| In Depth Appearance |
Caspar Jones VanSlyke stands tall above most people his age, often having to bend slightly beneath normal-sized doors. He inherited that much from his father, but almost nothing else. Nobody in his family really knows where he got most of his traits, but his eyes and hair the only clear things from his mother. He has grey eyes, almost strangely grey, but there is an odd sort of warmth to them. Most people would think grey would be a cool color, rather than there being a slightly warm tinge to them. His hair is a messy, light brownish color, just like his mother. He usually keeps it just a little bit longer than the norm for many guys.
Caspar tends to wear darker tones in his clothing. Grey, black, navy, maroon, with the occasional white. He never wears just a T-shirt, as he believes in dressing for his part. He typically wears a fairly thick leather jacket decorated with his maroon undershirt. He has gloves, similar in color to his undershirt, that he cut the fingers off of. They look more like ragged, leather, MMA gloves, now. His jacket has multiple pockets and slits in which he hides his many weapons. Daggers and stakes littered his body, yet remained completely concealed from the public eye. Small vials of holy water cluttered a pocket or two. Perhaps the most important thing that he wore, though, was his necklace. It was a small, silver cross. It may be small, but it was definitely effective.
His pants were quite an interesting story as well. He wore extremely dark jeans that stuck fairly close to his skin. He kept a foldable dagger and a small stake in his back pockets, and another one tucked in the side of his right boot. The leathery boots met at his feet and went a fair ways above his ankle. The dagger he stuck in his boot was, just like the others, foldable. But this one was considerable larger, looking a bit more like a machete when the black was flipped out. It was made of pure silver.
(Tattoos will be included below)
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Habits: When he's nervous, he tends to tap his fingers, close his eyes, or start scratching at his arms (despite them being beneath the jacket). It's easy to tell when he's angry at somebody because he always, and I mean always, cracks his neck and fingers.
Oddities: Caspar tends to growl and grunt when he's in a fight, which is exceedingly odd since he hates werewolves in particular. He notices it, but can't seem to stop, he assumes it's just something he's picked up while fighting them. He hates vampires as well, but for some reason, werewolves bother him more. Also, despite being clearly German, it was his grandparents who moved away from Germany. He was born in Great Britain, and, keeping the accent, moved to the U.S. when he heard of the Hunting that brought his attention. He also tends to whistle a lot when he's waiting for something.
Quirks: He has several tattoos hidden underneath his clothing, all standing for something unique. One of them, a large star on his right shoulder, is from his first time Hunting. For some reason, the werewolf he and his father's group were after wore a star necklace. It just seemed to stick with him. The second is a winged skull with blood dripping from the eye sockets. It symbolizes that he has seen horrible things, but continues to see them for the innocents in the world. His last one is his name written across his upper back. "VanSlyke". This one is there for the remembrance even after his death, because he is extremely afraid of the possibility of love. He has had a past of getting close to women and watching them be slaughtered by the very things he Hunts.
| Hobbies |
Caspar enjoys whittling, even in 2016 he finds the old hobby fun. Many people think he's living in the past, despite being born in the relatively modern days, until they see how well he handles the knife. He's very gifted, and can make some mean stakes at a moment's notice. He also finds playing the guitar soothing, a good way to relax after a long day. He may not be the best, but he knows enough to play.
| Likes |
Caspar has a thing for acoustic music, many of such artists nobody else knows. He's also into classic rock, and some of the modern stuff. His favorite artist is Jack White, a person who can definitely make him feel like a badass at the end of the day if he needs it. He also enjoys, as mentioned above, playing the guitar and whittling. Whittling also leads to his rather large appreciation for knives and stake creating. He also likes dogs, the tiny ones especially. He may look real tough, but in reality, he has a softer personality.
| Dislikes |
Obviously, he hates werewolves and vampires very much. When he's in an argument, he can't stand it when a person just won't accept defeat. Sometimes he is that way, too, but very rarely. He also hates it when people start messing with his hair. Don't. Touch. The hair. What he may hate even more than werewolves and vampire, though, is people who don't listen. They just nod and smile the whole time, not even paying attention to what he is saying, important or not.
| Fears |
His biggest fear is losing his closest friends and fellow Hunters. He grows close to people quickly, particularly after working with them for awhile. He also fears the concept of love, like his previous experiences said a ways above.
| Personality Traits |
Caspar is pretty well-rounded, but has some tougher and softer qualities. He's very independent, can do things by himself, but he prefers to do them with other people. He has a strong understanding of caring for a person, depending on how fast he gets to know the person. He bonds quickly, but also loses trust quickly. While he has no real reason to lose trust so quickly, he takes things rather personally. He can sometimes be fairly stubborn as well, but he really is a good person.
| Personality |
Caspar is a good man, he's both soft and hard. He is soft in the way that he find the good in people. He enjoys the company of others, he find it comforting in a sense that if something goes wrong, he doesn't have to deal with it alone. Some people would find that almost cynical, but he thinks it the opposite. He's a caring guy, always taking the people around him into great consideration. If there is something that would mostly benefit them and may hurt himself, he'd almost always go with the option that would help the others. He may look tough and scary, but he's more a softy than people would tend to think.
But he can be hard, sometimes. He has strong beliefs and likes to stick by them. His morals and preferences play a big part in his decision-making life. He rarely ever makes a decision that he disagrees with, unless he knows it is the way to make things right. He also likes to make himself look big. While a good person, he finds joy in showing off. He'll show off his looks, his skills, his weaponry, just about anything.
| Place of Origin |
He was born in Great Britain, his grandparents had come there from Germany, and he lived there until he was sixteen. After that, he moved to America.
| History |
Caspar's family is from Germany, hence VanSlyke, but his grandparents moved away from Germany during World War II. They moved to England, where they thought they would be safer. And they were, in fact, they made rather large sums of money. They never really gave away how they made it, but Caspar always assumed it was either for the government or illegal. He could see it either way.
Grandpappy and grandmammy VanSlyke brought their child over with them, Caspar's father. He grew up wealthy, for still unknown reasons. When he was about twenty eight, he married a woman who lived there at the time. After a few years, she gave birth to Caspar. They all lived together quite happily for sixteen years. During those sixteen years, Mr. VanSlyke revealed to their son that he was a Hunter. Caspar's mother was clueless about the whole thing, but he was taken to work with his father. He would show him how to make stakes, how to use daggers and knives, how to set simple traps. This is where Caspar found his love of whittling.
After a time, his father had to go to the United States for some important work. He told Caspar's mother it was a business trip, but Caspar knew that was all a lie. His mother and father's relationship had started to deteriorate, they argued all the time, his father was left sleeping in hotels constantly. Eventually, he just left. He promised Caspar he would bring him to the U.S. soon. Fortunately, it was soon, but not for a good reason. His mother was killed in a tragic car accident when he was only eighteen. After that, it was decided that he would go to live with his father. From there, he continued his training.
From then on, he worked as hard as he could to do his father right. He trained for extremely long periods of time, even longer than his father could bare, sometimes. Eventually, he could outdo his father at many tasks. He could make stakes quicker, he could throw knives more accurately, he was all-around better than him. He continued to Hunt with him, though, and they are still very close.
| Extra |
Theme Song
Caspar VanSlyke
{"No matter what it is that you do, there will always be a risk or two involved. And so what? What's life without just a little bit of risk. Hell, what's life without a huge bit of risk? The fact that it's there doesn't matter. It's always there, there's no way around that. What really does matter, though, is what you do with that risk."}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
| Hecate Moreau | {☯}
"Not quite sure how to think of her, to be honest. She seems nice, but I probably shouldn't be judging here. I've only just arrived in this town, after all. If this place is what it's said to be, a town filled from bottom up with werewolves and vampires, I'd bet anything that she's the latter. Now that ya got me thinking about it, maybe I should keep my guard up around her..."
Caspar isn't quite sure what to think of Miss Hecate quite yet, but he's been debating possibilities. She looks nice, seems like a good person, but he has a little voice in his head telling him to watch himself. He's taken to keeping the idea of staying a bit far from her until he knows for sure. Doesn't want any surprises.
| Raini Yilmaz | {☮}
"Oh, her! She seems like the perfect person for the job, definately fit for the leader of our group here. If there's anybody in our little team that I trust, it's her."
Caspar may be new to the town, and the group as well, he sees Raini as a good figure to look up to. He may be a bit of a hardass on occasion, but he can see her being tolerant of that if it comes to it. What he especially likes about her is that she seems like she could really care about the group, assuming that they all get to know each other well enough.
| Rebecca Ackermann | {☯}
"I can't really say much about her. Pretty sure I've seen her around, only been here for a short time though, so I might be seeing things. I'd reckon she's alright, but I'm sure I'll be wrong..."
Caspar's hardly seen her around, and in a town like this, he really would like to keep the "jumping to conclisions" to a minimum. If he had anything to say about her, it'd be that she's quite a ball of energy. He doesn't quite suspect anything of her.
| Dan Carver | {Potential ☮}
"He's good at what he does, I'm sure of that, but he doesn't quite seem like a convorsationalist. Yeah, yeah, do what ya will, but I gotta jump to a conclusion here and say he's troubled by something. Dunno what, exactly, but it's something. But I like the guy, think we'll get along quite well. Guess we'll see."
Caspar likes him, he seems like a hard worker. Whether he really does have a problem or not, he thinks they'll get along. Caspar's a big fan of his riksiness, too.
| Father Luca Petulengro | {⚜}
"I may wear a cross, but I ain't the religious type. I have my thoughts on why it's crosses that repel those fiends. I say as long as he doesn't force religion on me, we might get along. That's for him to decide."
While not his biggest fan, Caspar's alright with him. His religious babble bothers him, but he understands his opinions. Being such an opinionated man himself, it's an easy thing to identify with. If they were to get into a disagreement though, he's not quite sure what would happen.
| Séb Charbonneau | {☠}
"Oh please, this guy screams vampire. Either that or he's on something, because this guy looks like the apitomy of a classic vampire. I'll be very surprised if he's anything else. I'll say it now, I don't trust him."
Caspar is highly suspicious of him. Being so pale with eyes like his, it's hard not to suspect. While he tries not to show his suspense, he gets the feeling he may have let something show. Might be interesting to see how they get along. |
5,337 | 144 | 9 | 1,003 | 215 | Dan Carver
Location: Church.
Interacting With: Slyke and Raini
Dan laughed as Slyke expressed the desire to hunt. “Couldn't have said it better. Every day we're here not bagging...deer feels like a failure.” He said anxious to make a difference in the town, to help take to back from monsters and leave it in the care of good people. That was what gave life meaning and everyday that didn't put them closer to that goal was a failure. Everyday that lacked a fight for his life made his muscles ache with anticipation for combat, for the surge of fear and adrenalin that made him feel truly alive. This long with a good fight made it hard to relax and difficult to focus on anything else. For a small town that was both run by and over run with monsters to be hunted he had thought it would be non stop action but so far it had dull. He guessed all the these things had lived in the community long enough to be skilled at blending in, but they'd all slip eventually, these monsters always did. All he and his fellow hunters had to do was be ready and make sure they were around when these monsters did slip.
His head turned to look as another entered the church and his posture straightened as a sign of respect as Raini entered. She was nearly as strict as other leaders he'd worked for, but he was already conditioned that way by others and he truly believed a good leader should be respect whether they demanded it or not. She handed Slyke a flyer about a carnival that was to be in town today, a prefect feeding ground for supernaturals, vampires especially. Dark, crowded, noisy, and filled with strangers and carnie folk making it easy to shift the blame should any possible missing people even be tied to the carnival. “Ma'am I would be glad to assist in paroling the carnival.” He offered as Slyke suggested that more than one set of eyes would be the best way to got, maybe even finding an inside source. Not knowing the size or layout of the carnival was a clear disadvantage. Not having a real idea who was an enemy and who was not was another. Rumor had it that this town was a haven for unnatural creatures, and some of them were likely old and powerful, the more hunters around the better the odds. “If you want information all you have to is snag one young vamp, they usually get talkative after a bit of holy water boarding. Wolves can be a bit trickier in my experience.” He replied in a hushed tone as the Father had asked them to keep hunting talk quiet. He'd done interrogations before, it was usually a reliable way to find a lair or nest if you could find someplace quiet to keep the creature.
Dan knew he would have no problem staying focused at a carnival, he could care less about rides and fried food on a stick. Funnel cakes were probably one of most disgusting things ever created, who would want to eat fried batter covered in sugar? Dan did not put the amount of effort in maintaining his build to clog up his arteries with garbage. The last thing he needed was to escape being murdered by vampires and werewolves only to have a heart attack get him in the end. He doubted a carnival in a small town had a true roller coaster that could provide an actually thrill and tunnels of love and Ferris wheels where for people on dates. He did enjoy gambling games of skill, strength or chance. While many carnie games were rigged Dan had a natural talent for some of them and the right skill set for even more. He used to love impressing dates with his skill for such games when he was younger as well as winning prizes for the occasional child who looked disappointed by their own losses to such games. Since he was an adult with self-control he was fully capable of ignoring his desire to take part in carnie games and focus on his job. | Dan Carver
{"Cowards die many times before their actual deaths."}
-Julius Caesar
| Full Name |
Daniel Wyatt Carver
| Nickname |
Dan, very few people who know him have ever called him Daniel with the exception of his father and his late wife. His mother used to call him Danny but he absolutely hates it from anyone else.
| Birth Date |
1/19/1984
| Age |
32
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Hetero
| Relationship Status |
Widower
| Occupation |
Bartender
| Role |
Hunter
| Coven or Pack? |
Hunter of both
| In Depth Appearance |
Dan's 6'1 with broad shoulders and a toned muscular build. He trains daily to stay in top physical condition; as human he is already at a disadvantage hunting the supernatural so he does whatever he needs to do to improve his odds. He keeps his hair short and his facial hair well trimmed somewhere between a shadow and a light scruff. His eyes are bright blue though not as bright as they once were but he makes the effort to smile and present and friendly appearance. He has two tattoo's; the Carver family crest on his left shoulder, and a skull with a wolf head on top of it to commemorate his first kill on his right shoulder. His clothing choices are almost always casual, hunting boots or sneakers, usually jeans, t-shirts, hoodies and maybe a jacket if it's really cold. His clothes fit loosely enough that they don't constrict movement but not to the point where they look baggy. Dan hates wearing suits or a tie, unless there's a funeral, wedding, or something of that nature he won't be dressing up. He wears silver Celtic cross given to him by his mother and a plain gold wedding band.
He keeps several weapons on him including brass knuckles made silver with crosses etched over each knuckle, a small silver tipped boot knife when wearing boots, a wooden stake, a few silver tipped throwing knives hidden in a jacket, and however many vials of holy water he can hide on him without it being cumbersome. He has a conceal and carry permit but normally doesn't carry guns with him unless he's actively hunting as it draws attention and of course he has silver tipped bullets. His favorite weapon is a recurve bow, used for both hunting animals and monsters. He has a few wooden arrows for vampire specific hunting but mostly carbons with silver tips and of course regular arrows for animal hunting.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
He has a few nervous habits like pacing, knuckle cracking and general fidgeting.
He thinks gum chewing is gross, and hates when people chew with there mouth open or talk while chewing.
Has been known to over exaggerate his hunting stories which he loves telling.
| Hobbies |
He spends a lot of his free time training and finds archery and boxing to be his favorite activities to help him unwind. He also enjoys swimming and watching cooking shows. When he's not working he likes to hang out at the bar, drink, play pool or darts, and maybe make a wager here and there.
| Likes |
Hunting, not just vampires and werewolves but deer and such as well other outdoor activities.
Cooking, his mom was a chef and he does alright in a kitchen, nothing fancy but he enjoys the memories it evokes.
Games of skill or chance especially in a bar or casino, he likes the risk and excitement of it.
Live music, while he can listen to almost anything he prefers punk, hard rock, and heavy metal, something with real energy in it.
Action and Horror movies.
| Dislikes |
Vampires, even more so than werewolves, he sees vampires as pure evil while werewolves are more like rabid dogs who need put down.
Flying, it's not natural and he hates being stuck in a confined space like that.
People who are selfish or cowardly
Situations in which he has no control
People who complain a lot.
| Fears |
Having already lost what mattered most to him Dan has no real fear of his own death but fears that through his own mistake or inaction he could cause the death or even harm to another. His biggest fear is being bitten or turned by one of the monsters he hunts, to become a monster himself would be a fate worse than death.
| Personality Traits |
Brave, impulsive, protective, hot tempered, loyal, dedicated, unforgiving, self-sacrificing, and distant.
| Personality |
Dan is not the easiest person to get to know, while he's friendly he tends to steer conversation away from himself. He likes people, likes to get to know new people but unless they're fellow hunters he doesn't really let new people into his life. He feels it's safer for normal people that way, he doesn't want to bring the dangers of his life into their lives and still feels a large amount of guilt over the death of his wife. He tries not to dwell on pain and guilt though, Dan has become very good at compartmentalizing his emotions and not dealing with them. He keeps himself busy with hunting and training in order to avoid remembering what he's lost. Most of them time he just feels numb and to make himself feel more alive he searches for risks and danger; anything to get a rush of adrenalin. Sometimes it's picking a fight, sometimes it's hunting something dangerous and sometimes it's just gambling with money or possessions.
Despite his predilection for danger he is a good hunter. He respects and obeys his leader, he'll speak up if he disagrees with a decision but unless he has an ethical reason not to he will follow orders. He is very loyal to any hunting party he is apart of and is protective of his fellow hunters and of other humans. He rarely has a second thought about rushing into danger especially if it is to help another. The work they do is important, and while he didn't always put hunting first he does now. Dan is impulsive, he listens to his gut and his heart over his head and while he isn't always right his intentions are almost always good. He can be hot headed, especially in a fight and he's doesn't easily forgive those who betray his trust.
| Place of Origin |
Alaska
| History |
Dan was born into hunting, his father and mother both had been hunters and while they gave him a normal childhood they encouraged him to take up activities like boxing, archery, and martial arts. His mother worked as a chef and his father would frequently be on long business trips but as a child he was never sure what exactly his father did. His mother had temporarily given up hunting to raise Dan but his father would travel to take part in hunts hoping to keep the violence of it away from his family. They lived a fairly simple life, his parents didn't have much but Dan always had what he needed. Their backyard was basically a forest and he was almost always outside exploring it. His father started teaching him to hunt animals at ten and had a natural talent for archery. He always looked forward to the family camping trips they would take and hunting with his dad.
He was thirteen when his family was attacked by wolf during a camping trip. His mother died protecting him from that wolf before his father killed the beast. It was that night that his father explained to him about the existence of vampires and werewolves. The beast that had attacked them was werewolf, a member of a pack his father had hunted who had come looking for revenge. After the death of his mother he and his father moved around a lot. Dan was trained to be hunter and he spent all his spare time training and learning. He did well enough in school to get by, but it was his hunter training that he truly focused on. At eighteen his dad started taking him on hunting trips and Dan made his first kill, a werewolf, shortly afterwards. His father was proud of the hunter he was becoming and of how dedicated a hunter his son was.
Eventually he and his dad grouped up with some other hunters and spent some time in Texas going after a large werewolf pack. It was there that Dan met a woman, Jenny, and he was infatuated with her from the beginning. He kept hunting with his dad and their usual hunting party for a year as they dated but things began to get serious and he fell in love. Although he struggled with the decision, Dan gave up hunting the day he decided to propose, he didn't want what happened to his mother to happen to his wife to be. His father was furious, hunting was the family legacy and his father always believed hunting should come first, that it was their duty. He and his father had a huge fight and they didn't speak for months. His father didn't even show up to the wedding and a few weeks later a fellow hunter called to tell him his father had been killed raiding a vampire nest. Losing his father was difficult but his wife helped him get through it. Although he had given up hunting he still trained like a hunter, always expecting something to come after him or Jenny and eventually it did.
He was working a late shift one night when he got the call, Jenny's body had been found in a park, exsanguinated. He was informed that the baby hadn't survived either, they hadn't known about the pregnancy and he tries not to think about it as one loss was hard enough. The news broke him, he had lost everything that mattered by trying to protect them from hunter life. He quit his job and spent months drinking, grieving and tracking down the vampire that had killed his wife. When he did find the vampire he killed it in the slowest and cruelest way he could after finding out why it had come after him and his wife. Turns out the vampire didn't even know who he was, Jenny had been a random choice and the vampire had simply been hungry that night. After that he found a new hunting party and became an even more dedicated hunter than before, it became what he lived for. He hunts to keep the violence and tragedy away from others, those who know nothing about the monsters out there. He takes solace in his kills, every monster he puts down is a monster that will never destroy another life.
| Extra |
Theme Song |
5,338 | 144 | 10 | 987 | 64 | Séb Charbonneau
Location: Bellingstone Park, Bellingstone Town Centre
Interacting with: Hecate Moreau -texting
Séb pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the huge park where the carnival was being held. Through the border of trees, he could make out dozens of stalls, rides, and other attractions all in garish colours similar to those on the flyers that had increased in number the closer he'd gotten to the carnival. They made an interesting juxtaposition against the grey sky and constant drizzle, and to his surprise it looked like the park was already busy in spite of the weather, with more people filtering in through the park gates.
Checking his phone before getting out of the car, he noticed a text from Hecate. Très excitant, he wondered, considering her wording. I guess she knows something I don't know. Noticing the smiley face at the end of her text, he felt a familiar but unwelcome flash of mixed excitement and...Non. He screwed up his face and recollected himself before replying to the message.
To: 'Hec'
Déjà là. And I'm guessing you are too. If you're thinking of dragging me in there...I know you know that's a bad idea ;)
Séb read through the text a couple of times before hitting the 'send' button. A paralysing blend of fear and excitement held him in his seat for a moment, but it wasn't because of the smiley face he'd returned to Hecate. Unlike her, he hadn't spent his whole life learning to tame his bloodlust. A silent battle was beginning to stir in his mind; he knew Hec would want to go in, and he knew he wanted to go in, but he also knew he'd be like a kid at a pick 'n' mix. That was, the primal part of his mind reminded him, a great reason to go in there too, but feeding so close to home was not something Séb allowed himself. He knew that if he let himself do it even once it would set a precedent for his own behaviour, and regardless, there was no way he would get away without facing retribution, be it from the coven or elsewhere. I won't stay there long. I'll be out before nightfall. If I get hungry I'll just leave, he told himself. If the temptation got too strong he would take himself somewhere out of town to sate his bloodlust. So, resolute, he stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut and walked to the park gate, awaiting Hecate's appearance. | Séb Charbonneau
{"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"}
-John Keats
| Full Name |
Sébastien André Charbonneau
| Nickname |
Séb. English and American tongues tend to pronounce it "Sehb," without the accent. It's a simple shortening of his name, and Sébastien prefers it over his full forename for both its brevity and informality - he feels that "Sébastien" makes him sound haughty and stuck up.
| Birth Date |
October 15th, 1989
| Age |
Sébastien has the appearance of a 24 year old male, although being only 26 years old in truth it makes little matter.
| Gender |
Male.
| Sexuality |
Sébastien identifies as what might be called 'heteroflexible'. He is heteroromantic with bisexual tendencies, preferring women as relationship partners, but not averse to the odd one-night fling with one, or two, other males.
| Relationship Status |
Romantically unattached, and he prefers it that way.
| Occupation |
Sébastien has been something of a drifter, and what little work he does tends to take place behind a bar - they're easy jobs to come by. He hasn't stayed in one place long for kind of a while, though, and most of the time he leaves the till a little lighter than he found it. He is currently working at a semi-busy bar in the town.
| Role |
Coven member
| Coven or Pack? |
Coven
| In Depth Appearance |
Séb's hair and eyes are both strikingly dark against his pale skin. Most of the time, the whites of his eyes are shot with dull red. At its longest, his naturally straight hair brushes his jawline, although he tends to keep it reasonably well trimmed and pushed back away from his face. Séb has a generally attractive and symmetrical face, excepting a small scar, on his lower lip, just right of centre. It's hard to see against his pale skin, unless his lips are pursed or he's laughing. He doesn't remember how he got it.
Standing at just about 6' with a medium, bordering on athletic frame, Séb is a forgettably average size and he blends into the background fairly easily. Prefering to avoid attention, he tends to wear plain, though dark, clothing; he's most often found in dark straight jeans with a dark neutral or black T-shirt, underneath a black Harrington or leather bomber jacket. He doesn't wear designer labels. Occasionally this uniform might be accented with a flannel shirt if the weather's cold enough, but more often than not Séb enjoys the cold.
Although Séb's not really a fan of wearing jewellery - he just can't be bothered - he does have two cartilage piercings in his left ear: one silver stud in his tragus and a silver ring on the outer rim of his ear. They tend to act as distinguishing features, often pointed out by strangers in the absence of much else remarkable about Séb's appearance. Séb acquired both of these piercings during the end of a rebellious phase at the age of nineteen and keeps them out of nostalgia.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Immortality gave Séb an excuse to take up smoking. He enjoys the cold air, the taste, the kind of people you strike up conversation with smoking outside of bars and clubs. Although others might see it as a dirty habit, Séb sees it as less of an addiction and more something he just really likes doing. He rolls his own cigarettes, and does so compulsively when uneasy. When he doesn't have tobacco to hand, his second nervous habit is lip biting; faced with a decision he doesn't want to make, or a tense situation, he chews his lip while his mind turns a hundred miles an hour. Often, when his his mouth isn't occupied by smoking or feeding, he'll chew gum. In fact, it would be fair to say that Sébastien Charbonneau has some sort of oral fixation. Séb is also a bit of a control freak and doesn't like being in cars driven by other people, when he could be in his own car, driving himself. He would rather offer someone a ride than take one. Being something of a loner, most people don't know this about Séb, but he can't fall asleep without the window open.
| Hobbies |
Séb loves to drive. He loves dark, solitary journeys, with the sparse headlights of other cars lighting up the interior of his own in ghostly monochrome, late night radio buzzing and cigarette smoke whipping from the open driver's side window. Often driving with no particular destination in mind, it's become a comforting, clarifying passtime for him. He also hikes and forages, having slowly built an understanding of both the practical and poisonous flora of Pennsylvania. His keen eyesight allows him to keep up this hobby even though he can't do it in the daylight hours. He often takes advantage of the opportunity during these trips to hunt, usually for animals.. Recent hostilities between werewolf and vampire groups have curbed his enthusiasm for hiking around the town and surrounding areas, however.
| Likes |
Being alone. It's not that Séb's 'antisocial' - he just sees himself as being on his own journey through life. He tends to be independant in most of his activities.
Card games. He tends to carry a pack of cards, either in his car or on his person. When he does choose to be social, there's little he prefers more than a game of poker or cheat with good company.
Smoking.
Attractive company, be it male, female, or outside of the binary.
Nature, particularly under a bright, full moon when plants and prey are more easily seen.
The open highway.
Night time and the cold.
Being a vampire. Even though Séb didn't choose this life, and he struggled to come to terms with what he was at first, he embraces vampirism.
| Dislikes |
Heat and stuffy rooms are suffocating to Séb. Likewise, he doesn't like to be in brightly lit areas, especially when they're filled with people. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. This isn't just a 'creature of the night' quirk, but is definitely exacerbated by the vampirism.
Whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth is, that's what Séb has. He hates soda, ice cream, chocolate, anything sickly-sweet.
Uninteresting people, suburbanites, yuppies.
Shopping centres. See above, RE: brightly lit areas filled with people.
Wearing socks in bed.
Being in the passenger seat.
Religion.
| Fears |
Séb's greatest fear is losing his freedom. Just the thought of being under anyone else's control fills him with fear and anger. The ability to make his own choices, even if they're the wrong ones, is more important to him than anything in his life and he is secretly terrified of that ability being stolen from him. One aspect of this is a fear of being recognised by anyone from his past - the reason he has been drifting for the last couple of years, and the reason he prefers to stay unremarkable. He fears attachment and commitment because he believes that it will infringe on his freedom and his ability to disappear at a moment's notice should things go wrong. Séb also fears the open ocean and what waits beneath the surface - as a child he was fascinated by stories of monsters lurking in the deepest reaches, but has internalised one too many as an adult.
| Personality Traits |
Playful
Independant, solitary
Pensive to the point of broodiness
Quick to anger when he feels out of control. Could sometimes be described as a control freak.
Fidgety
Charming and humorous
Curious, adventurous
Flighty
Séb often toes the line between good and bad. Every now and again he likes to indulge his darker side, and he has few moral reservations about killing humans, although he does so extremely sparingly because he knows that making it a habit will get him into trouble, and get him there quickly.
| Personality |
On the surface, Séb is easy to get along with. He doesn't get into arguments with strangers, and is more than happy striking up conversation with new faces. He can even be quite charming at times, especially when he wants something, and even more so now that he is learning to control his powers of manipulation. He is quick to smile and laugh and has a good sense of humour. For these reasons, he makes for a pretty good bartender. He's also reasonably intelligent - not MENSA level, by any means, but not dull either. Had he chosen to, he could have done reasonably well in university. On a deeper level, he doesn't maintain many friendships. Since becoming a vampire he hasn't really had the opportunity, being wary of prolonged human contact and knowing that attachment to humans is a bad idea when you're a vampire, and a young one at that. It is only since he arrived in Bellingstone and came into contact with other vampires that he has been able to relax his guard a little and make some more meaningful connections. At any rate, he prefers to spend his free time alone, on the open road or in the hills, hiking, foraging and hunting.
Séb tends to find that the noise inside his head gets too loud to bare unless he can get away from people now and again and he finds the quiet, cold darkness of night extremely calming and clarifying. He has a tendancy to disappear for a night or two when regular life gets a bit overbearing for him, and especially when he feels out of control. Séb likes to call the shots in his own life. It is extremely important to Séb that he is the master of his own destiny, and this works its way into the smaller things - like the way he prefers to be in the driver's seat, to live in his own place, to stay romantically unattached. When his darker side comes out to play, it's reflected in his delight at manipulating his prey - he likes to play with his food before he eats it, letting his victim know that he is in complete control. And Séb definitely has a darker side. A young vampire, he doesn't see why he shouldn't enjoy this lifestyle, as long as he doesn't lapse for long enough to rouse the suspicion of the locals. He will usually travel out of town when the urge to indulge his more sadistic tendencies rears its head. Blood slaves are OK, but blood justs tastes that much mre savoury to him when it's saturated with fear. Although taking human victims doesn't hurt his conscience too much, he doesn't exactly see himself as an inherently bad or evil creature; just as any animal following its baser instincts.
| Place of Origin |
Nanterre, Paris
| History |
Sébastien Sauveterre was born in Paris in October 1989. He was the oldest of three children, with a younger brother and even younger sister. His parents were happily married and owned their four-bedroom home in Nanterre, and Séb and his siblings wanted for little except the latest extravagent toy or games console, for which they'd have to wait until Christmas or some other special occasion. Séb's comfortable, secular upbringing yielded a beautifully average teenager - his only real acts of rebellion were the two piercings in his left ear and one ill-fated attempt to dye his hair block red, which resulted in a buzz cut for the teen. Never outstandingly popular, Séb wasn't particularly bookish either, and had a decent handful of friends and reasonable grades at the end of high school. Sébs life was by all accounts totally average, until, the May after his 24th birthday, he met Céleste.
Céleste was not average. Her hair fell around her shoulders in silvery blonde ringlets, her eyes were turquoise framed by feathery dark eyelashes, and her skin was caramel that glowed where the light touched it. Looking back, Séb had known that his average life had ended the moment she had asked him what he was drinking, early that Friday evening while he waited for his friends at their regular bar. The rest of that summer seemed to disappear in a bright blur of heady drunken nights, music, and Céleste. As he slipped deeper under her spell, Séb began to lose days, sometimes whole weeks, coming round to find dozens of anxious calls and texts from his friends and parents, worried that something terrible had happened to him. He'd frequently find himself in rooms he didn't recognise, sometimes even in cities he never realised he'd gone to. Séb didn't know what was happening to him, but he didn't care, as long as there was Céleste. He loved her. No, he craved her - what was it? Her presence? Her attention, her touch? In actuality, it was none of those things. Céleste had created Séb's addiction to her with vampire's blood and hypnotism. Of course, having no idea that Céleste was a powerful and recklessly debauched vampire, Séb didn't have a clue; his secular upbringing had driven it into him that there were no such thing as vampires, demons, witches or the devil.
She was there every day. Séb had quickly become Céleste's favourite toy. His need for her, his devotion to her, meant that she could take anything from him she wanted, and she did. But, just a few months later, and as suddenly as she had decided she liked him, she changed her mind. She tired of his needy-puppy act; she had drained him of all will and challenge. Since he bored her, she drained him of his blood as well. Late July of that year, one heady evening, before the sun had even set, Céleste killed him. Having so willingly become her thrall, there was an obvious expectation that he would join her slowly expanding coven, but as his strength returned to him so did his senses. Knowing she would come after for him unless he ran, he fled Europe, using up what little cash he had, and left his whole life behind him. A missing persons report was filed by his distraught parents, but factoring in his recent behaviour, and just how much the Parisien police already had on their plate with the rash of disappearances and mysterious murders that had struck the capital of late, little effort was put in to find him.
He changed his name from Sauveterre to Charbonneau and drifted from small town to small town, working his way from Maine down the west coast to Pennsylvania over the course of a year. Séb usually only stayed in one place long enough to feed on a couple of humans, or livestock when he didn't want to rouse suspicion, and make enough money working behind bars to move on to the next town. He worked and traveled at night and slept in the day in whatever cheap hotel permitted late check-outs. After a few months he managed to get enough money together to buy an '85 Chevrolet Caprice that he found for sale on a local driveway. In late October 2015 he arrived in the town of Bellingstone, Western Pennsylvania. When Séb realised that he wasn't the only vampire in town, he hastily presented himself to the coven; though the time he'd spent alone had fostered an independant streak in him, he still craved familiarity and acceptance. Being a young vampire he feared human companionship, knowing how thin his will could be and the damage he would inevitably cause. They began to teach him how to control his urges, how to use the abilities given to him by his vampirism, how he could begin to live an almost-normal life even as a vampire. Although he remains quite a solitary person, often on the periphery of the coven rather than at its heart, he is beginning to view the coven as his family and feels that he has a duty to them for accepting him and teaching him. He was not responsible for the disappearances that occurred in 2016.
| Extra |
Personal Song: Prince, by Deftones
Séb's '85 Chevrolet Caprice:
Sébastien Charbonneau
{"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies
| Caspar Van Slyke | {⚜ / ☠}
"Why is it that every time I come across that man he's got his eye on me? Somehow I doubt it's because he thinks I'm pretty. That cross...but maybe I'm reading too deeply into it. Just...I wish he would stop watching me. I might be being paranoid, but he makes me itch, and I don't like him."
Séb does not like to be noticed, whether he's actively avoiding the attention of others or not, and the few times he and Caspar have been in the same room, Séb has sensed the hunter's gaze on him. They've even locked eyes once or twice. Although he's not quick to suspect that Caspar is a hunter, he's happy to avoid him.
| Raini Yilmaz | {⚜}
"Oh, her. Yeah, she's good looking, good hair. Not from around here, I think. Pretty unremarkable style-wise, though, at first I wouldn't have paid her any attention. But.. the blood I smell on her doesn't belong to her. I guess she works at the hospital or something, but there's more to her than that. Some of the others don't seem to like her much, and I think I can guess why..."
Séb and Raini have crossed paths one or two times, and although they've never exchanged words, Séb knows who she is, even if he doesn't know the full story. He's heard her name mentioned within the coven, and doesn't really know what to make of her, but he feels an instinctive wariness towards her. He senses a hardness to her that he recognises in himself, but by all accounts there's a soft-hearted side to her too. Nonetheless, he wouldn't lose any sleep if they never crossed paths again.
| Rebecca Ackermann | {Potential ☮?}
"Becca? I like this girl. She is crazy. I don't know whether she's nervous, or drinks a lot of coffee, or if that's just who she is, but every time I run into her I'm blown away by her energy. I'm pretty sure I've seen her talking to herself, too."
Séb and Rebecca have spoken a few times. He's pretty sure she's a werewolf, but he likes her anyway. He hopes it won't stop them from being friends, but things are weird since those kids killed that family...hmm. Even if they can't be friends, he looks forward to running into her. He finds her very entertaining and even quite sweet.
| Dan Carver | {☠}
"This guy.. no way, man. You'd think a couple of bartenders would have at least something in common. But no, this guy.. I can feel the hate just rolling off him. Thought it was the gum at first but there's got to be more to it than that. I'm just glad we don't work together; I'll be glad to stay as far away from him as possible."
The first thing Séb noticed about Dan Carver was his size. The second was the cross he wore. Séb is nearly totally certain that Dan is a hunter, and a vampire killer foremost. He's bought a drink at Dan's bar exactly one time. He didn't go back for another. Séb has that kind of dislike for Dan that you only have when you know someone's dangerous - a mix of anger, venom and just a touch of fear. He's not certain that his natural ability would let him best Dan in a fight.
| Father Luca | {☯}
"Surely, this man's a little young to be a Priest? He looks barely a year older than I am. And frankly, I don't get why such a young, good-looking guy would choose that kind of life for himself. Well, he's never stepped on my toes. I doubt he could hurt a fly. But I'm not about to go making friends with him."
Luca's lifestyle does not interest Séb for a moment, except the odd occasion when Séb has wondered exactly what would compel any man to become a Priest. Séb's highly secular upbringing has not made him fond of religion, and the whole vampire thing doesn't exactly help that cause. But Séb doesn't even know the Father's name, having only seen him once or twice, ushering his little flock of sheep into the church. He has no real reason to like or dislike Father Luca.
| Hecate Moreau | {☯ / maybe ♥}
"Hec? To look at her, you'd think she has everything a woman could want. She's beautiful, elegant, charming. She's enchanting. But...what a litte ice princess she can be, sometimes... I haven't made up my mind about her yet, but I'm pretty sure she loves herself enough for the two of us anyway."
Séb is definitely interested in Hecate Moreau. He really does find her enchanting. But he's known enchanting women in the past, and at any rate, he gets the feeling she could be bad news if he got too close, with her sometimes icy and self-centered nature. They have some things in common, and will sometimes lapse into French when they're talking, but there are so many points at which they differ; her pure-blooded lineage, her renown with the locals and her unnatural views towards feeding... It can definitely be said that Séb has conflicting feelings towards Hecate. It hasn't dawned on him that she might not be as into herself as he thinks she is. |
5,339 | 144 | 11 | 1,044 | 4,454 | Scene at the carnival
Interacting With; Rebecca -Michelle couldn't help but laugh at how happy her friend, Rebcca was getting about the carnival. It was a precious sight to see. Michelle nodded her head at Rebecca while getting inside of the car, herself, closing her umbrella shut and just tossing it in the back. "Yes, they do have corn dogs. Gosh, stop acting so brand new." She said while not even bothering to put on her seat belt and just going to a drive.
"I think that it is best if we go to the carnival first." Michelle muttered while driving towards the town's annual event. "And this is America. People don't melt whenever they get wet. Well, most don't." She had joked and looked as they neared the carnival, seeing flashing lights up ahead. Michelle pulled over and looked at Rebecca with a worried look then looked up ahead. "Stay here." As soon as Michelle got out of the car, the smell of blood hit her hard.
She managed to get past a sea of people and look down at the scene before her. Another set of tourists, seemingly slaughtered to death. They had bite vampire bite marks and claw slashes all over their bodies. Michelle gasped and covered her mouth, words are not completely audible from her right about now. She stared at the weird markings on the bodies and noticed that someone had to put those there because werewolves were sloppy, yes but vampires very well know how to cover their tracks.
Michelle turned away from the scene and got back in the car with Rebecca, face expressionless as she turned the car around, gulping before speaking. "Uhm, maybe we should go to the grocery store first." Michelle said while biting her bottom lip as she knew that Rebecca could sense that something was wrong. | {"Our character is what we do when we thinking no one else is looking."}
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Full Name |
Michelle Sarah Wallace.
| Nickname |
Michelle doesn't really like having nicknames thrown her way simply because she feels like people only give them to you whenever they forget your name.
| Birth Date |
February 14, 1990.
| Age |
26.
| Gender |
Female.
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual.
| Relationship Status |
Single.
| Occupation |
Michelle works as head cashier at the local coffee shop.
| Role |
Alpha Female.
| Coven or Pack? |
Pack Wolff.
| In Depth Appearance |
Long, luscious blonde locks of hair that cascade well pass the middle of her back, a smile that one would kill for and looking into her bright blue eyes just might make you fall in love with her, Michelle's appearance is absolutely star stunning. Michelle is a little tall, standing about five foot ten and weighing about one-hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She isn't as petite as most people think but she does have a few curves though they are in the right places, for sure. Michelle has a fair, olive tint to her skin and she really doesn't hesitate to show it off. Her skin, that is.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Bites her nails when nervous or anxious
Constantly checking her makeup to make sure it’s on fleek
Runs her fingers through her hair when worried
| Hobbies |
Knitting – But only when she’s worried or upset.
Gaming – She look like she doesn’t game but come at her, bro!
Martial Arts – She could really go one on one, hand to hand with a Hunter
| Likes |
Her pack – She adores them with all her heart
Romance novels and movies – It’s just something about them that brings a smile to her face
Watching the sunrise and sunset
Dressing up and modeling
| Dislikes |
Hunters
Some vampires
Coffee
Spicy food
| Fears |
Losing a member of her pack
Dying without honor
Not being the Alpha female anymore
Snakes and Spiders
| Personality Traits |
Fearless → Blunt → Responsible → Opinionated
| Personality |
Before Michelle was bitten, she was a very shy, timid and emotional human being. She was lost in the world and some days did not even know if she was coming or going. As a human, Michelle was a huge pushover and always tried to make people happy even if it was at her own benefit. She was very quiet, reserved and to herself but all that change the day was bitten by an Alpha Werewolf. Michelle became very fearless towards others and even spoke her mind without worrying about the consequences. She is very outspoken now and most people do not know how to take her words. She can be very serious when she wants to be though she saves that side of her until something real goes down. The one thing she always tells people is not to make her upset or angry because you will regret it or suffer your ending fate. Overall, Michelle is easy to get along with even if you are a human. She is very blunt and opinionated so if you can handle that then she'll definitely talk to you and if you're lucky, she'll even befriend you.
| Place of Origin |
New Orleans, Louisiana.
| History |
Growing up, Michelle was a pageant brat and was basically following in her mother's footsteps. Her mother prepped her up every single day for any upcoming pageant and her father was the one who always escorted them whenever they needed to go. She was eight years of age when she was a part of her very last pageant and won it, even. She was happy and gave a tearful and heartfelt farewell speech to the audience. She wanted to have a normal life and her mother understood along with her father.
As school was becoming more and more crazy by the year, she dropped out her sophomore year in high school and got a job instead. Her parents supported her decision after a while and they gave a few more responsibilities. After her first year of working, her parents past away in a fatal car crash, leaving her with no one now except an aunt and uncle that lived in New Orleans. They gave their condolences and they warned her about the crazy things that happen within the French Quarter and dared her not to be caught there after dark. Of course, that made her curious and she was standing on the corner after dark and met a guy.
After one night with the male, she woke up the next morning feeling different and could hear from miles away. She felt this insane need for power and felt much more alive than anyone else. She was slowly turning into a werewolf as she knew that when her bite mark healed, the transformation was to be completed. A little research she did awhile back. Michelle now resides in the outskirts of the Bellingstone, leading a pack of resident werewolves. She loves her new lifestyle and wouldn't change it for nothing in the world. |
5,340 | 144 | 12 | 1,549 | 1,549 | Luca Petulengro
Location: The grocery store
Tags: None
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Luca rubbed the back of his neck as the hunters spoke about their plans, sighing quietly. They were a bit of a rowdy group, but that wasn't the part that bothered him. He appreciated their respect towards him and his church: refraining from toying with the religious objects, speaking respectfully to his members whenever they met, and even helping to keep the place cleaned up. But their talk of hunting bothered him a little.
Father Walter spoke in his journal about a group of hunters who had come to the town before these. They fought, killed, and hunted vampires and werewolves like it was nothing. Even his elder, who Luca had seen as nothing but a gentle hearted man, spoke of stabbing stakes through the hearts of these 'vile' creatures. This made Luca feel like a bit of a failure. How come he couldn't do the same? Why did it feel so...wrong? Perhaps it was the pacifist in him. Luca couldn't look a fly in the eye and kill it. But the whole 'hunting' thing seemed wrong on a deeper level.
Luca had lived in this town since he was a teenager, and never once had he had trouble with vampires or werewolves. He knew many of the townsfolk. Any one of them could easily be one of those creatures. What if sweet Miss Julie at the grocery store was a vampire? What if Mr. Coleman, the mailman, was a vampire? What if that nice girl at that restaurant, Rebecca, was a werewolf? Luca was afraid that his friends, his community, would slowly start to disappear, whether they were the 'bad' creatures or not.
Being a man of God, it was hard for Luca to accept that any person could be 100% evil. There had to be a little good in everybody. After all, God didn't make evil humans. And the idea that that all changed after being turned into a creature still didn't sound right. Something had to be left, right? They couldn't possibly all be bad. If they were, wouldn't they have tried to take over by now?
But despite his internal conflict, Luca didn't say anything to his new companions. He simply never went hunting with them and left it at that. Out of sight, out of mind. The priest slowly headed back upstairs to his little bedroom to grab his wallet. The empty refrigerator in the kitchen had slowly worked its way back into his mind. He needed to go grocery shopping so that he would have food to serve.
"I'm going to make a run to the grocery store," He said to the hunters as he came back down the stairs. He felt as though they should at least know where he was headed should they need him. He really hoped they didn't need him.
Luca fished out the key to the church van from its usual hiding place on the podium. He didn't personally own a car, as he preferred to walk most places, but for things like this, he could justify using the church's vehicle. He headed out the oak double doors, the rain tapping his head gently. The large, white, 12 passenger van read "St. Benedict Cathedral" on the side in blue letters. Luca climbed into the driver's seat and started the old thing up. It roared and coughed some smoke out of the tailpipe, but it was willing enough as Luca drove it out of the parking lot.
The grocery store wasn't far; he pulled into the parking lot after a short drive. Luca sat in the van for a little while, writing down a list of what he needed to get. With that clutched tightly in his hand, Luca hopped out of the van and took a grocery cart from the lot as he headed inside. By the time he made it, his hair was already soaked, and his shirt stuck to his skin in a very uncomfortable way. He hoped he would at least dry off while he was here.
He'd barely gotten two items on his list before someone recognized him and came over to chat. Luca was always happy to chit chat. The lady was balancing a small child on her hip and holding the hand of another one who stood beside her. She smiled as she told him all about their progress in school and how she wanted to sign the youngest one up for vacation bible school as soon as he was old enough. Luca nodded along and made his own inputs. When it came to small talk, he was pretty great at it. It wasn't long before half an hour had gone by just talking to this one person. It felt nice to interact with someone that wasn't a hunter, and to talk about the church and normal people things. Luca had gotten so caught up in this whole 'supernatural' thing lately that he didn't get this very often anymore.
Finally, the woman said she needed to check out and get the little one home for a nap. Luca said his fairwell and waved at the kids. The older one waved back in the sloppy manner that kids do. With a smile on his face, Luca continued the task of marking item off his list. | Luca Petulengro
{" Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. “Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened"}
-1 Peter 3:13-14
| Full Name |
Luca Ansell Petulengro
| Nickname |
Father Luca. Because it's his title. He still inwardly cringes a little at being called "Father", because most of his clergy are at least twice his age. But given that he's now a full fledged priest, it kind of comes with the territory.
| Birth Date |
October 12, 1989
| Age |
27
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Asexual
| Relationship Status |
Unmarried, celibate
| Occupation |
Priest at a small, local church
| Role |
He's not really a hunter, but he sort of helps their cause.
| In Depth Appearance |
Luca is a very average man. He stands at 5'9" with dark brown hair, light tan skin, and brown eyes. He is of Romani and European decent, being a mix between the two. His clothes are very humble and modest, consisting of dress pants or jeans on days of the week and collared or button up shirts. On Sunday and Wednesday, he dons the iconic priests' robes to preach. He wears the same pair of brown leather shoes just about every day, except on Sunday when he swaps them for his black ones.
His hair is often a bit messy, refusing to be tamed by a comb. He has a little facial hair, which is usually kept neatly trimmed. Luca doesn't have any piercings or tattoos, but his back and arms are marred with scars from beatings he took in his childhood. Because of this, he often wears long sleeves.
| Habits | Oddities | Quirks |
Due to traumatic experiences in his past, he doesn't like to be touched without his permission. If someone surprises him with a hug, he stiffens up and is clearly uncomfortable. It's something he's been working on, but it's more or less become a natural reflex.
He hums to help himself concentrate. Oftentimes he can be heard sitting at his desk, writing his next sermon, humming old church songs or even a song he heard on the radio.
Luca is a pacifist. It's not so much something he vowed to do, but something that just comes naturally to him. He doesn't like to fight or hurt others, even in self defense. He would much rather try to talk things out, or just run if things get too hairy.
Luca is multilingual. His travels across Europe as a boy taught him to speak bits and pieces of several languages. He speaks fluent German and Romanian. He knew a little English before he was brought to America, but as a whole, he didn't begin speaking it until he was 18. Because of this, he has an accent. However, most people can't really place it.
| Hobbies |
Luca enjoys gardening. He has plants all over his office, and has made a masterpiece of the church's courtyard. He likes flowering plants the most, but also grows fruits and vegetables in the back of the church.
Reading is another hobby of his. He often frequents to local used book store to buy a cup of coffee and sit for hours on end.
| Likes |
The sound of rain
Hiking
Homecooked meals
Curling up to read a good book
Meeting new people and helping others
Sweater weather
Animals
| Dislikes |
Crowds
Yelling; having to yell or being yelled at, or just hearing other people yell
Sexual advances towards him; it makes him very uncomfortable
Hot, muggy weather
Seeing dogs chained up in yards, or people mistreating their pets in general
People being discriminated against based on race, sex, sexuality, ect. He is very anti-hate.
| Fears |
Luca's childhood was riddled with things to be afraid of. While he tries to follow the Bible's preaching of bravery, it gets difficult after a bad dream or seeing something that reminds him of his fears. He is very much afraid of being found by his past abusers, even though it's highly unlikely. He fears being taken advantage of, or being discriminated against. Most of all, he fears the dirty, gritty details of his past getting out, and having to endure people's pity and gossip.
| Personality Traits |
+Luca is endlessly generous
+Humble
+Gentle
-Meek
-He has trouble forgiving others at times, which is a pretty big deal given his occupation
-He has a tendency to get a little preachy sometimes, which wouldn't seem like a bad thing, but when other people don't want to hear it, it can get aggravating pretty quick.
-He's a bit of a bleeding heart.
| Personality |
Luca is a gentle man. He loves people. His passion for helping others and his need to share the light of God often combine. He can be found working at homeless shelters on Saturdays, passing out soup and kind words. He lives at his church, along with anyone else who needs a place to stay.
His personality is humble and kind. He can be taken at face value, hiding no secret agendas or lies. Luca is very much the man he appears to be. He couldn't tell a lie if he wanted to.
On the subject of supernaturals, Luca is torn. On one hand, he believes that they can be dangerous. They obviously aren't holy creatures. But on the other hand, they are capable of good. He doesn't approve of hunters killing them, but he understands to need to protect the townspeople. However, if a vampire came to him in earnest and asked for sanctuary, Luca probably wouldn't be able to say no.
| Place of Origin |
Suceava, Romania is where he was born, but his family were nomads. He never really had a place that he'd say he was "from".
| History |
Luca came from a hard beginning. His family was a group of oldschool Romani that traveled the European countrysides. When they came into town to sell and buy, they were often met with discrimination and hate. Most places put up with them until they left, but it was when they reached a small town in Germany that their band was met with brutal forces. The mayor of the town called the police on them, having them arrested and shipped from the country.
Some of Luca's family fled, and some were captured and removed. But in the chaos, Luca was separated from them. At the tender age of 9, the boy was left to fend for himself. He quickly left the town that had attacked his family, afraid that they may hurt or even kill him. Luca wandered until he found a new, larger city to settle in. There, he lived on the streets until he was 13. A farmer approached him, offering him work in return for food and shelter. He had no intent of paying Luca, making the transaction completely illegal and slavery by definition. But Luca was desperate, so he agreed.
Luca worked long days on the farm, doing anything asked of him until his body and muscles hurt. He lived in the barn and ate whatever leftovers were brought to him. Although he was no longer freezing to death or starving, he was still miserable. The farmhands took to mocking and tormenting him, calling him a dirty gypsy while he did their work. If Luca ever tried to defend himself, he was typically beaten up until he learned to keep his mouth shut.
It was during this harsh time in his life that Luca reflected on his mother's teachings of God. Before, he had never given it much thought. But laying in the straw that was his bed, hurting from both work and wounds, faith made it possible to pull through. He snuck off of the farm one day to visit a bookstore in town. He had scraped together just enough money laying around to buy a Bible. He would hide it under the hay in the barn loft and only read it by moonlight at night. It was difficult, as he was practically illiterate, but over the years, it got easier.
Reading the Bible helped him endure years of physical, emotional, and even sexual abuse at the hands of his 'employers'. He was 18 when a couple of Christian missionaries happened to come to the farm to buy fresh produce. They saw the boy in such poor living conditions. After pulling him aside to speak with him, hearing his story, they couldn't leave him there. By this point, Luca had become so accustom to his loss of freedom that when the farmer refused to relinquish him to the missionaries, he didn't even fight it. It didn't occur to him that he didn't actually belong to the man and his awful farmhands.
The missionaries went to the law. Police came to the farm and demanded that Luca be set free, eventually arresting the farmer for unlawful imprisonment and several workers for their treatment of the boy. The missionaries convinced Luca to come back to America with them, where he wouldn't face such cruelty and discrimination. They brought him to the church, where he learned to speak English and live like a civilized person. It took him a while to come out of his shell, but with gentle coaxing, Luca came to regard the clergy as his family.
With the oldest priest's help, Luca studied to become a priest himself. It took several years of hard work, as Luca was so behind on his schooling. But he was very passionate about it. He put a lot of hard work into helping those who lived on the streets, like he once had. He was the driving factor in getting the church's new homeless ministry off the ground. His kindness and drive made him very well accepted among the clergy.
Once he finally became a full fledged priest, he work alongside his elder. Father Walter was a little strange sometimes; he would often disappear for a few days before coming back with strange bruises and cuts. He never told Luca where he went or what he was up to, and Luca never pressed. Then, one day, Father Walter never returned. He was later found dead of mysterious causes. His neck had been broken, and two small puncture wounds were found on his throat. The investigation is still open.
Luca barely had time to mourn before he had to step up. He was now the only priest at the church, and he still had so much to learn. While clearing out Father Walter's old office, Luca happened upon a journal with his name written across the front. Unable to deny his curiosity, Luca opened it up.
"Dear Luca,
If you have found this, then it must mean I am gone. I can only hope that I was able to teach you enough before I left my Earthly body. I know you are still young, and you haven't had an easy life, but I believe you were brought to us for a specific reason. I planned to one day teach you about the strange things in this world, but I wanted to give you a chance to find yourself first.
However, if you have found this journal, then it means that I have died before I got that chance. You must read through this book to learn what you must do, as it is now your duty to take my place. Our small town of Bellingstone is in grave danger..."
Luca's Relationship Chart
Caspar Jones VanSlyke: He seems okay. Luca can tell that he likes other people. but doesn't care too much for vampires or werewolves. Now that's a given, considering the man's occupation, but Luca still wishes he would give the individuals a chance before ending their lives. Other than that, Luca seems like he would get along with him pretty well. (Positive)
Raini Ren Yilmaz: Raini comes across as something of a den mother to the other hunters, and Luca can appreciate that. Being a priest, he gets to listen to other peoples' problems all day long, and no one ever wants to listen to his. But he feels as though he could just sit down and vent to Raini without having to worry about his reputation. (Positive)
Rebecca Rosalynn Ackermann: She's such a nice woman. Luca has been to her restaurant once or twice, usually to meet someone, and has seen her in the back. Other than that, he just knows her from around town. She's always come across as kind, if not a little argumentative. (Positive)
Daniel Wyatt Carver: He seems like a nice men. Luca has only met him once or twice, seeing as he doesn't visit the bar very often, but he was pretty easy to talk to. He got a little distant when Luca asked if he had a family or wife. He'd been quick to change the subject, and Luca didn't pry. But still, he seemed pretty easy to get along with. (Positive)
Hecate Louisa Moreau: She's a nice woman, but she always seems so nervous, particularly around Luca. He can't help but notice how her eyes seem to linger on his cross necklace. He's always tried to come across to her as friendly and not...whatever she must think he is. He feels bad, thinking that him being a priest must intimidate her. Maybe he should invite her to the church one Sunday and see if he can at least give her a good impression. (Positive)
Sébastien André Charbonneau: He seems to avoid Luca, so he's never really gotten a chance to know the man. But he seems to be nice enough to other people, if not a little shifty. Luca knows better than to judge people from the outside, but he can't help but feel the weird vibe he gets from the man. Maybe they'll get to talk someday and Luca will find that he's a perfectly nice, normal person. (Neutral) |
5,341 | 145 | 0 | 675 | 140 | Throughout the entire labyrinth, a ringing of bells was heard. The labyrinth's occupants had long ago discovered that the watchtower bell of the buried city that served as Lessavo's tomb still functioned, and it had been agreed that in times of great emergency the bell could be rung, summoning all creatures who were able to this vast city, indeed the only place capable of holding them all, for a council, by which decisions could be made to determine the fate of their home.
As the monsters of the Tomb gathered, they were barely surprised to see that the one atop the watchtower, frantically ringing the bell, was Henry, a necromantically reanimated skeleton. There were many such skeletons living in this place, but Henry stood out from them all both in appearance, his helmet and armor dented beyond repair, and in reputation. Henry was known throughout the Tomb for his constant failures, accidentally breaking traps, disrupting spells, ruining supplies, and causing all other manner of screw-ups. Indeed, many of the Tomb's inhabitants growled and mumbled threats as Henry began to speak, his voice echoing off of this place's earthen walls for all to hear.
"Uh, hello everybody. It's me again, Henry, though you probably already know who I am. Well, umm, earlier this morning my head got knocked off and somebody, I don't know who, kicked it so hard that it rolled out of the tomb. And, uh, when I went to retrieve it, I may have left the tomb's entrance open. An adventurer saw me, and followed me back to the entrance. I tried to attack him, I really tried, but I slipped and fell into the swamp, and, uh, he, umm, sorta got away... so yeah, the humans know about this place now, probably."
The crowd roared, threatening to turn into a mob, wanting to tear apart Henry's bones. Their home would surely be ruined! That adventurer was probably on his way back here with a whole party of adventurers now, coming to destroy their home. Even those who were not chasing Henry through the streets were loudly arguing about what should be done about this, creating a deafening and chaotic cacophony. | Important NPCs
TBA
Parsel
Species: Kraken
Appearance: A humongous purple squid with a gaping maw and a mirror at the end of each of its infinite writhing tentacles.
Role: Scryer
Skills: Mirrors are for scrying, each one showing a different location. Can create a strong mind-dampening sphere around itself
Personality: Extremely vain about its appearance, friendly towards all
Other: Weak to magic, as its mind-dampening sphere effects mages least
Nyorb
Species: Slime golem
Appearance: A mound of dark green, putrid slime, often forms a lopsided face on its "front" consisting of two circles for eyes and a crescent mouth. Wears a crumpled grey top hat atop its "head"
Role: Waste disposal
Skills: Can shift its huge mass very quickly and into any shape, can dissolve literally anything in a day at most, slime nullifies magic
Personality: Controlled by its insatiable appetite
Other: Its top hat gives it life, a well-placed shot with bow and arrow could easily take out the top hat and the Nyorb
Xhesera
Species: Dragon
Appearance: A large blue-scaled dragoness
Role: Pest control (and by pest she means humans)
Skills: Fire breath, is a dragon
Personality: Condescending, lazy, overly prideful
Other: Has a weak spot on her belly that lacks scales, could be cut through by a strong blow from an axe or sword.
Henry
Species: Skeleton
Bio: A clumsy and scatterbrained skeleton living in the Labyrinth who is known for his constant screw-ups. |
5,342 | 145 | 1 | 62 | 2,653 | We must obscure the entrance! Perhaps the humans will believe their ally to be insane. even as Ubel suggested it the idea was shaky. If the group he brought had a competent enough caster they would see right through it. But it was better to make bad suggestions than say nothing... Though the ones hunting down Henry weren't coming up with anything.
"Or... maybe we uh... maybe we can have the scavengers burn down some nearby town? Draw the adventurers towards that? Surely Parsel can find a nice, little defenseless one? Maybe full of human children or elderly? That might draw them away..." this was even less plausible than his first suggestion... it may just draw more humans... but again Ubel believed talking to much was far better than talking to little. "Or... uh... maybe we can..." | Name: Frango Bloodfeathers
Species: Chicken-Man
Appearance:
Role: Guard, Swordsmanship Instructor
Skills: While Frango has no innate magical power, both his sword and shield (dubbed 'Pulli Vindictae' and 'Pulli Sanctuarium', respectively) are enchanted. On top of this, he is a very skilled and agile swordsman, who relies more on technique and speed than raw power. Some of his more 'unique' techniques include:
V-Shine: When held with both hands and focus is applied, Frango can channel his sword's magical energy into a diamond-hard coating, enabling it to cut flawlessly for brief moments. For some reason, he always cuts in a 'V' shape when this happens, hence the name.
Sword Wind: When Frango's sword is spun in the air rapidly, it can whip up enough of its magical energy to shoot projectiles, in the form of razor-sharp blades of wind.
Charge Targe: With similar focus applied, Frango activates this ability by crowing to the air. He then raises his shield and propels himself magically across the room, effortlessly knocking away smaller enemies in his path, or stunning larger enemies.
Reflect: If he raises his shield and stays perfectly still, Frango can apply similar coating properties as V-Shine to his shield. It does more than that, however; for a few seconds, anything that hits his shield will prompt a sudden burst of force, knocking the enemy back; effectively reflecting their attack back at them.
Head Slash/Back Slash: These abilities are purely physical, relying entirely on Frango's own agility. With averagely human-sized enemies, he is capable of jumping right over them, spinning in mid air to slash at the top of their head. He can also roll around them to slash at their back. Useful for dealing with heavily-armoured enemies.
Multi-Strike (AKA Chicken Legion): Of all his abilities, this one takes the longest to charge up, especially when combined with other abilities, and leaves him exhausted afterwards. However, it can also be said to be his most lethal technique; the harnessed magical energy of both his weapons enables him to create solid after-images of himself whenever he moves. This effectively enables him to strike enemies multiple times with only a single slash.
NOTE: All of the magically-derived abilities require time to charge, and there is a cooldown period afterwards before they can be used again.
Personality: Frango is a diligent and humourless fellow, who always stays focused on the task at hand. Considering himself the embodiment of the vengeance of all chicken-kind, he has vowed to always fight fairly and with honour, to contrast with the sneaky, underhanded methods of Human butchers. As such, he is generally rather humble, but will not hesitate to lecture a defeated opponent on their failures, or take the initiative when the situation is dire.
Background: Originally an ordinary Rooster that escaped from a nearby town and wandered into the dungeons above the tomb by accident, the Rooster was captured by the local monsters who desired to eat him. Before they could, however, he was rescued by a monstrous Mage, who also happened to be a Vegetarian. The Mage, looking for a bodyguard, transformed the Rooster into a humanoid Warrior, instilling him with the virtues and skills of a Knight of Human legend. After the Mage was killed in an early surprise attack by an adventurer, he dedicated his life to defending his new home from the 'real monsters' who slaughter hundreds of his own kind for food.
Other: He has a weakness to fire magic. Feathers don't go out easily, you know. |
5,343 | 145 | 2 | 986 | 1,744 | It would help! Nori chirped in reply to Ubel's first suggestion before continuing, "Maybe if we rip up a few trees and rocks they'll get landmarks wrong and miss the entrance that way." Following suit with bad ideas, unless they tore up landscape somewhere else other than outside the obscured enterance,
In their opinion obscuring the entrance was the best idea anyone has had so far, besides chasing down that incompetent buffoon. Frankly, Nori personally wanted in on what happened once the mob caught him, but unlike Henry, she had faith that they could get the job done well enough that it wouldn't be everyone else's burden, later.
"Humans like kids and the dying for some reason, putting them in peril would make it worse..." she mused, already scrambling her hive throughout her hall and sparsely in the area around it. | Name: 'Nori' Motluma
Species: Slime Mother
Amidst an old prison block painted pink and oily black from filth along its edges, a 5'10 female figure sits on a small chest in the back of the room. As the light touches its flesh, the realization of its translucence becomes as clear as the membrane that covers its jaw shifts. The glint of a small ruby and a sapphire loom in the sockets of the skull. They soundlessly float before snapping to attention.
Role: 'Watchman, Scavenger'
Skills: Nori naturally functions on a form of protosynthesis which consists of building onto their mass with the assimilated mass of what it consumes*.
Boneless dexterity- Beyond the limitations of consumed materials, Nori's and her brood's mass can fit through most cracks and crevices. This also allows them to form multiple appendages of various shapes and sizes
Eyes of slime- In a room of minions, how noteworthy would a single pink slime be? Translucent and toting a single human skull floating in its mass, Nori holds an empathetic link over the slow-moving entities. Their defense is mainly sharpening appendages to slash at things that may get too close, but they serve to relay the presence of anomalous activity back to the mother. Details are hazy, mostly detailing strenuous activity.
Greater Brood- Numerous slimes under Nori's control can condense into a greater foe, their power increasing if any adventurers had died in the room, as weapons and other chunks of metal are usually swept into its mass. This is usually in response to increased activity, an automatic defense mechanism wherever a good quantity of her slimes inhabit (usually around treasure caches due to the skeletons yet to be picked clean and broken down before returning to feed Nori). The greater brood will break down most metals deemed to be useless and separate after combat, individually bringing nutrients back to Nori.
Crystalline Shell- When faced with threats, the material Nori is made of, as well as controlled slimes, can condense and harden. The hardened consistency makes it difficult to damage the slimes' nucleus, although limits its damage because of its size and lack of flexibility. Nori, herself, can draw in residual slime to harden herself for combat, although this is a gradual process. However, while hardening, Nori's defense rises as they heal with every passing moment from reconstituting material. Fire can bypass this defense and any wise attack on this miniboss should be done as quickly as possible. Depending on how long the fight takes, dispersing 'feeler' slimes might take a few minutes to an hour.
= The shell can be used in conjunction with basic melee attacks, quickly turning a brawl into a knife-fight. Also, this armor has its own health which temporarily builds onto Nori's.
Personality: Bubbly and playful, often coming off naive. They aspire to build up their own treasure pile, though have found content in protecting others'. Nori is actually quite violent under the surface, disassociated with pain and how organics feel it. Not many adventurers make it to her lair, most of them were forced to regret the decision; The Slime Queen isn't one to toy with trespassers only until after victory is assured.
Background: Fed on the bones of a powerful sorceress, the blood and filth of the room gave way to magic sentience which forced impurities out in order to become its own form. Other than that, existence and co-existence is a daily exercise. Memories of the old sorceress still linger, although they are strained, at best, and often come as dreams.
Other: (To maybe be added) |
5,344 | 146 | 0 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Non Playable Characters:
Rashad Jones
Rashad is the head camp counselor at Camp Liberty. Head of Team Red.
Cynthia McHansen
Even though she is a camp counselor, she also acts as the camp's nurse. Head of Team Pink.
Meridith Collins
Just a regular camp counselor. Head of Team Green.
Mitchell Saunders
A camp counselor and also acts as the cook for the cafeteria. Head of Team Blue.
Mia Li
A camp counselor and sometimes helps out with being the nurse and cook for the cafeteria. Head of Team Purple.
Jasmine "Jaz" Cortez
A regular camp counselor. Head of Team Grey.
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-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,345 | 146 | 1 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Location: Red Cabin then Dining Hall.
Interacting With: | Christian Burns | Leah Willoughby through text - | She had arrived early last night but saw no one she knew in particular so she decided to leave and return back the next morning. She had just parked her car in a parking lot nearby then got out and sniffed the air that surrounded Camp Liberty. It was a great feeling to be back here and she knew that this summer was going to be another to remember. While grabbing her luggage out of the trunk of her car, she'd wonder if her best friend for life, Leah, had made to the camp grounds yet. She took out her phone and saw that it was ten minutes till eight so she is probably in her cabin unpacking or something but Stacey was definitely going to hit her up whenever she reached her cabin and dropped off her bags.
Stacey tucked her phone into her back pocket then rolled her luggage through the camp grounds, seeing some new faces and thinking to herself that each person should totally join team red this year, since she has been promoted to their team leader. That still made her smile when it was announced at the last bonfire who was taking over which team for this year. Although, Casper taking over team blue totally stunned her as she wondered why Richard didn't become team leader for blue. Maybe Casper got someone to pay off the camp counselors. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought as she finally made it to the red cabin, seeing no one in there but herself.
She sighed as she threw her bags on one of the individual beds then walked outside, standing just in the doorway. All the campers seemed to have walked by red's cabin as she raised a brow. 'No one is pledging red this year? Is it only me?!' The last thought absolutely terrified her as she grabbed her cell phone from her back pocket then immediately started texting Leah and walking towards the parking lot.
To: Lea W. ♥
From: Stacey H.
Please tell me you are here already. If so, meet me in the dining hall?
She sent the message then bumped into someone. A cute someone as she looked up at him and chuckled nervously. "Uh, sorry about that." The guy turned around with a charming smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, no worries. I'm new here and totally lost, can you help me?" The guy said as Stacey nodded her head with a smile. "I'm Stacey. You are?" She said while extending her hand, in which the guy grabbed and shook then released it as they both dropped their hands by their sides. "Christian, here. Nice to meet you." Christian smiled charmingly at her, which caused her to blush but snap back to reality.
"Uhm, you're in the green cabin which right there." She pointed her index finger towards the cabin. "Thanks." Christian said as he walked off but Stacey grabbed his arm, which caused him to stop in his tracks and turn to face her. "How about you walk with me to the dining hall?" She flashed a smile towards him as he nodded his head then shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, I don't see why not." Christian walked side by side with Stacey onward to the dining hall as she conversed about what to expect at Camp Liberty, along with all of the activities and such. But this guy was not for her, maybe if he met Leah, they'd be perfect together, at least she thought.
Upon entering the dining hall, she saw that it was little packed but then again, it was the first day back so everyone was catching up while eating breakfast, getting things sorted out and planning out the nightly events. She turned towards Christian then waved her arms out. "Welcome to Camp Liberty!" She then linked her arm with his, basically dragging him to the service line as she waved at Mitchell and Mia. They waved back with smiles then went back to fixing people a plate for breakfast.
A familiar voice spoke delicately behind her. "Don't forget about the team leader meeting later this afternoon, Ma'am." It was their head camp counselor, Rashad. She gave him a thumbs up then looked up at Christian, who had his plate prepared and hers as well as they walked to a nearby table and sat down. "I think you'd like it here, honestly. Everyone is pretty nice." She said while sitting one of her napkins in her lap then grabbing a fork. "Yeah, a lot of fine females here to choose from. Or maybe I'll chose them all." Christian responded as Stacey looked at him and scoffed with a face.
'Oh, no. He's one of those player type of guys.' She thought to herself, wondering where the hell Lea was right about now. She pulled out her phone to see if she'd texted her back yet then turned around, stretching her neck out a little to see if she can see her from afar. "Expecting someone?" Christian offered the question as Stacey turned to face him. "Kind of, my BBFL. Sorry." She bit her bottom lip then proceeded on eating her breakfast as Christian shrugged his shoulders and did the same.
Location: Purple Cabin then Media Room.
Interacting With: No one.Ah, Camp Liberty. A place where he actually felt included and where he belonged. This was his last year at the camp and he was devastated already as he parking his Tahoe in the parking lot. He'd come by last night to get dibs on one of the individual beds and leave his luggage on that particular bed, just in case someone else wanted an individual bed as he was not getting bottom bunk of the bunk beds this year. Sebastian placed his sunglasses on the top of his head the strolled around the perimeter for a minute, waving at familiar faces and taking a few selfies and posting them immediately on Instagram and Twitter with the hashtag being: #SummerCamp #Firstday #LastYear #Sad.
Within minutes, he'd got five likes already and even got retweeted. He loved his Social Media popularity more than his popular self in reality. Was that a bad thing? With the shrug of his shoulders, he saw some game heads make their way to the media room already. 'A bit early for video games but eh, what the hey?' He thought as he proceeded his trek over towards the media room and examined it upon his entrance. Nothing has changed about with the exception that everything was turned around. Sebastian chuckled as they did try to change it up somewhat but failed miserably.
He walked over to the pool table then stood in perfect position while taking another selfie, this time with a thumbs up but only posting it on Instagram, with another hashtag: #Rack'emup! He submitted the pic then stuck his phone in his back pocket then walked over to where the gamers were hogging the controllers from other people. Shaking his head, Sebastian walked away before things escalated before his eyes.
He'd wonder to himself where the hell most of his friends were right about now as he knew they'd probably be stuffing their faces at the dining hall with a magnificent breakfast prepared by Mia and Mitchell. He walked back into the gaming room as a guy was looking for someone to play with. "I'll play you." With those words spoken, he hopped over the couch then plopped down, grabbing a controller. "Hope you're ready." Sebastian smirked after speaking those words and the game began.
While playing the game for a few minutes, he eyed the kid and mocked cried. "Aw. I can see you wasn't ready. Want to play again?" The kid threw down his controller and stormed off. "Yo! You mad, bro?!" Sebastian hollered out towards the kid as he turned back towards the game, waiting to see who was the next willing victim, or participant to play him in NBA 2k16. He'd wait a few minutes to see if anyone was going to challenge him as video gaming was sort of his level of expertise, kind of.
This was going to be an interesting summer. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,346 | 146 | 2 | 2,504 | 144 | Location... Green cabin and afterward, the Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie by text!
A red Cavalier announced her entrance, the engine fair and healthy. She'd saved up so much money to get this. Her care for her very first car showed. There were traces of dirt from the roads on her way here, but the inside tidy and scented of teakwood and pear. She parked politely, not needing to poke over the steering wheel to see. Nervous, tired, she sat there a moment and let the engine run, fingers gently tracing the wheel. She looked to the rearview, studying herself a moment. Low had almost caved in and used, right before her time at Camp Liberty. The syringe was still on the floor of her bathroom, broken by her own boot. How many times she'd grilled herself on the drive was insurmountable. Reckless, the recovering addict almost ruined every last inch of progress she'd made over a 'bad day'.
Elowen turned her car off and opened the door, stuffing the key in pants pocket. She popped the trunk and locked the door, shutting that as she made her way to retrieve her things. A duffle, ratty, with a few stains and sewn rips was hauled out. It was the bag she brought yearly. It was just as safe as she felt here. Though there were unsavory people she'd spied walking around the grounds, each had their unique little life. And with that, the recovering girl was just fine. She pulled out her phone, cased to look like a black cat with sweet yellow eyes. There hadn't been any messages from Ollie, but they would start soon.
With one more bag hoisted over shoulder, she shut the trunk with a over-swing of long leg, regaining her balance before she walked to the cabin she'd been in nearly every year: Green. It looks like they'd done a bit more work around the buildings. A few more flowers, shrubs and a sapling off near the back. It would be beautiful after years went by. For now, it was as tall as she, its leaves would glimmer in the sun through the nearest window so that she might admire it. Watch me grow, she narrated with a quirk of lip.
She rubbed underneath her nose with a long, worn sleeve of an obviously adored plaid button up. She opened the door, wormed her way over to a comfortable looking bed and rested her things on top of it. The drive had been long, all the way from Troy, MI to California. It was a wonderful experience. The view was gorgeous – she couldn't wait to drive back. Gathering what she wanted to bring to the dining hall, she kept her phone, a chapstick, hand sanitizer in a cute, bat case and a small notepad with pen.
Low was four months free of addiction. In that time she had been able to save whatever money came her way. A long trip back and forth would absorb some of it, but she preferred it to flying. Being stuck next to a potentially sick stranger was not on her list of 'things I'd like to do'. Thoughts broke into fragments when she opened the door to the hall, greeted by the sight of faces both new and old and the traditional savory scent of breakfast.
The counselors took notice of her of course. The blonde thought that they had a list somewhere of 'high risk' campers. She knew that they were looking out for her which brought some relief. It was easier here. With no family at home, no friends... it was all up to her to keep above the waves. Here, it was a blessing to know that they had rules and restrictions. The world could have followed their example, but instead, much like a stubborn child it turned a blind eye to kids like her.
Breakfast was dished up and she sat down, flipping open the notepad to write down what she ate, who she was with (which was no one, currently), and how she felt. Her psychologist at home gave her a project to find out what made her most happy here. But she already knew the answer. It was her friend, Ollie.
An oddly colored head she did spy over near the entrance. It was her, undoubtedly!
Turning her phone over, she tapped the screen and sent a message:
To: Ollie K.
From: Low G.
Boo! | Alexandria Novak
“Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.”
-Michael Scott, The OfficeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexandria Emily Novak
|Nickname|
Alex; no one calls her Alexandria because nobody calls anyone by that name
|Birth Date|
04.04.1998
|Age|
Seventeen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Alex has a mousy type face with small and gentle features. Her eyes are a big and vibrant green that look amazing emphasized by eyeliner and mascara. She has a nose that is thin and long, coming to a small point at the end with thin lips. Relatively pale, her skin tone compliments by contrasting with her dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Usually she leaves it down in messy tendrils since it's medium length and doesn't get in the way much. Alex is of average height, standing at 5'5, seemingly either a few inches taller than some of the girls or a few shorter. Very thin, Alex doesn't feel self conscious about the size of her assets. Porn stars have the supposed ideal body type; models are small.
|Clothing Style|
Alex dresses for the weather. Since it's summer and it's hot, she wears tank tops and short shorts. However, she much prefers to wear her mini skirts or summer dresses. She also brought a few pair of jeans and leggings in case the mosquitoes were feeling extra vicious on certain days. Alex only packed a few pairs of shoes: two casual slip ons (Vans and Sperrys) and a pair of tennis shoes that probably won't be used too much. She loves rings and wears an abundance of diverse bracelets on her right wrist.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alex has both lobes pierced but usually doesn't wear earrings because they get caught in her hair.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Celebrities
✔Boys
✔Money
✔Sarcasm
✔Sports
✔Bracelets
✔Beauty
✘Summer
✘Outdoors
✘Sweating
✘Mosquitoes
✘Campfires and anything associated
✘Pep
✘Aggression
|Hobbies|
Biking
Reading
Singing
Watching animal videos on YouTube
|Habits|
Cussing
Flirting
Expressing indignation and disgust
|Fears|
☠Snakes
☠Drowning
☠GhostsD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Shallow ♦ Bitter ♦ Ignorant ♦ Opinionated ♦ Naive ♦ Spoiled ♦
No one's going to say that Alex is their favorite camper. She always appears unhappy and when someone actually talks to her, it seems like the only thing that comes out of her mouth is some form of criticism. However, she does have a hidden sense of humor and affinity for laughter behind that first barrier of silence and indifference. Despite the fact that she's the poster child for the perception of the Blue Team, she's actually quite a poor fit. Alex isn't competitive in the least bit. No, she doesn't think everyone's a winner nor having fun is the real prize. She simply doesn't find any point to put in the effort for something as pointless as a camping competition for what, literally nothing.
Alex is surprisingly sweet and sensitive. She wants all the other campers to like her but isn't really quite sure how to approach it. Sometimes when she makes the rare effort, it's either the wrong way or with the wrong person. However, that doesn't mean that she can't easily be deceived due to her naivety. There is a danger to her though: she is a resentful soul to those who hurt her. Once she personally hates you, her determination to get you back could rival even the most competitive campers.
Ironically the first thing that is noticeable about Alex is that she's extremely shallow. You'll never catch her without makeup on and she would much rather be late to events than go out with bad hair. A flaw that she has is how easily she is appeased by another's physical appearance. Much of how she initially feels about you is based on how attractive she finds you. Also, don't put anything reflective near her because you can bet she'll be checking herself out with no shame. Why would you have shame when you look this good?
|Place of Origin|
Seattle, WA
|History|
Alexandria's personality and attitude illustrate everything there is to know about her past. Only child, pampered princess, oh so ignorant to the way the real world works. Her parents were never really home due to their constantly busy careers. Her father is a coach for the Mariners and her mother is a neurologist. With her father gone for six months traveling the country and her mother coming home late from shifts from the hospital, the house was very quiet when Alex would come home. However, it wasn't like it was any different during the rare occasions all three were actually together. There wasn't much to talk about since it had been so long since anyone knew what the other was doing. Well, at least Alex would never have to worry about her parents splitting up. They were good like this; content and stagnant.
To take care of their daughter as best as they could since they were not around, Alex's parents supported her through the money they were making. After all, that was the whole reason they took on their jobs, right? Alex saw the bright side of it: she never had to do any activity since her parents didn't have the time to take care to practices or recitals or whatever it would have been. However, maybe if they had, Alex would have been able to discover her potential for singing. They also didn't know what she was doing so she could do whatever. Most of the kids in her situation, the ones she attends the high class private school with, made the best of it and got to party with all the fun accessories. Alex would have probably fell into the same loop if she wasn't so reclusive and shy.
However, she didn't get to become the way she is without her share of demons. Last year, before summer began, a family friend visited and brought their son. It was the first time Alex met him. Andrew was an edgy photographer living in a New York apartment paid by his parents. Over the month they were visiting, the two got closer together and when he was returning to the other side of the coast, he offered to take Alex to spend the rest of the summer there since she wasn't doing anything in Seattle and her parents weren't planning on taking a break from their careers. They could only spoil their daughter so much. A month and a half alone with a boy six years her senior on the other side of the country? They didn't think so.
So they looked up for something quick to busy her for the rest of the summer and found Camp Liberty. They thought it would be the perfect plan for her. She would get physical exercise and maybe meet new friends and it was close enough they could be there if something happened. And, most importantly, it prevented her from seeing her new boyfriend. Alex didn't get enough time to know everybody and get familiar with the way things worked the first time since she came in more than halfway through the camp. And since her parents are doing the same thing this year, she'll get the whole summer to redo.
|Extra|
No. School.
Unlike most of the other campers, Alex likes to watch sports, not play them.
|Theme Song|
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
"But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" |
5,347 | 146 | 3 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: Blue Cabin, Dining Hall
Interacting With: Stacey Hampton, Christian Burns, Sebastian Reyes
It was another Summer for Leah at Camp Liberty; the brunette just wanted to forget her family troubles...and relationship issues with her boyfriend Tristan. But it seemed like she couldn't escape either just yet; she had gotten off the phone with her mother who was back in Surrey. The two had a long winded argument, which caused Leah to tear up. Camp barely started and yet she was already upset; Leah needed her friends preferably Stacey, Jessica or Sebastian who knew her better than anyone. They were the 3 closest people that knew about her family troubles and that could help her feel better. Closing her eyes, she tried to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Walking over to the Cabin bathroom; Leah turned on the cold water and splashed her face. The cold water felt refreshing and didn't make her look so flustered after the upsetting and heated conversation with her mother.
She glanced at herself for a few moments after she dried off her face and pulled her brown locks into a bun. The hair style was slightly messy but casual just how she liked it, with a few loose strands that fell around the curves of her face for effect. That's when she felt her phone buzzing inside of her Jean Pocket. Pulling out her phone, Leah flipped it open seeing a text message from Stacey. The text made her smile softly and she began to text her back.
To: Stacey ♥
From: Lea
'Hey, Stace. I am here, I got here a few days ago. I'll meet you at the dining hall in a few mins. :)'
After the message was sent, Leah picked up her dark blue with white stripes trainers by the door, slipping them on and doing them up tightly. With her blue jeans and her black tank top, she tied her jumper around her waist before she headed out of the Cabin. Leah took a deep breath of fresh air as she walked over to the Cafeteria. As soon as she stepped inside of the familiar Cafeteria; the fresh smell of coffee, tea and cooked breakfast, toast and butter and cereals hit her nose. The familiar scents made her feel awesome. "Hey Lea. Good to see you." Leah could hear the familiar voice of her Team Counselor Mitchell. Leah waved over to him and Mia giving them both a smile. "Hey Mitch...Hi Mia. It's nice seeing you both too." she greeted them with a soft smile. Both Mia and Mitchell smiled waving back at Leah.
Her brown eyes scanned the dining hall and she saw Stacey sitting on one of the tables, going behind her she tapped her shoulder. "Boo! she smiled, as she gave her best friend a hug from behind "It's good to see you. I missed you Stace. Who's your friend?" Leah asked smiling softly as she noticed Christian sitting on the table; but the smile barely reached her eyes- Clearly the earlier events to her morning were written in her dark hues. Her British accent was very noticeable and posh, but unlike some Posh People her speech was easy to understand. As she glanced over at the new guy; Leah bit her bottom lip slightly. He was tall...dark and handsome. His dark eyes were rather dreamy and it made it hard for her not to stare at his handsome features. "Umm Hi...I am Leah..." she introduced herself after a few seconds.
Leah grabbed a cup of coffee, putting in some milk before she grabbed a plate with some toast, butter and bacon and joined Stacey and Christian at the table, sitting beside her best friend. "So...when did you guys get here?" she asked softly wondering how long it had been since their arrival. Leah pulled out her phone as she scrolled down to Sebastian's name and texted him.
To: Sebastian
From: Lea
'Where are you, lazy bum? You coming for Breakfast? :)' As she sent Sebastian a text, she hoped that he had arrived and was probably just goofing off somewhere. Leah took a few sips off her coffee before she started to eat her breakfast. She was rather hungry so she enjoyed her breakfast. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,348 | 146 | 4 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Alex Novak | Luca Cardwell
Casper hurried through the camp grounds, his feet scuffing the ground as he hurried towards the Blue cabin in some sort of quick-shuffle-that's-not-quite-a-run. Over his shoulder was a cream leather manbag, bursting with what Casper deemed to be his 'essentials'. These essentials included a variety of cheesy, happy-ending romance novels, his macbook (he thinks he looks 'good' using it), one or two recipe books for cakes and cupcakes, and of course, his hair gel and aftershave. In each hand he held the handle of a moderately sized navy suitcase, both filled with neatly-folded clothing and a selection of brogues, ensuring he never runs out of outfits to fulfill his very questionable (and certainly unpractical) dress sense. On his person was a black, chequered jacket on top of a red-brown knitted sweater, with the collar of a white shirt barely visible underneath. His trousers, in perhaps the most controversial aspect of the 'outfit', were an exact pattern-match of his jacket. Some, upon seeing him for the first time, may wager that he simply threw on whatever he could find in a last-minute rush to make it to Camp, but this was in fact, one of his proudest outfits.
Finally reaching the Blue Cabin, Casper pushed the door open with his shoulder, tugging at the handles of his suitcases that inevitably got caught at the door before eventually succeeding in his, rather ungraceful, entrance to the cabin. He allowed himself to release a loud sigh of relief - he'd made it, albeit certainly not with the grace and style he had hoped to mark the beginning of his term as the leader of Team Blue. In his head, he had envisioned almost floating to the cabin, attracting the envy and awe of those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him on his way to the 'Royal Blue' cabin. It's fair to say it didn't turn out quite that way.
"..thank heavens that rush is over."
He muttered to himself, turning to look over the cabin. It was strange, really. He found himself standing by the door, simply observing the cabin. Was it his cabin, now? His kingdom? He was responsible for all those inside it, after all. Suffice to say, he didn't take any relish in that thought. People relying on him, that is. What if he let them down? Would they be forgiving? They sure didn't have any reason to be. Team Blue had been on top for seven years... seven whole years. It was a number that had not escaped his mind. The thought of being the first leader of Team Blue in seven years to lead them to defeat was simply not something he could afford.
"Aha! Our fabled leader finally arrives, huh?"
Snapping himself out of his little daydream, Casper flicked his head to the voice, which belonged to the Head of Team Blue, Mitchell. He froze for a moment, not entirely sure for how long the counselor had been observing him,
"..oh, oh! Hello, sir."
"Mitchell, Casper. Mitchell. Anyway - I was just checking in on the cabin briefly. Gotta' head back to the cafeteria. Mouths to feed, an' all! Mia'll get all grumpy with me again if I don't pull my weight. Get settled in, and then pop around for breakfast! A leader needs his breakfast, Casper!"
Casper returned a few nods toward Mitchell before he set about returning to the cafeteria, leaving him alone in the cabin once more. With another huff, he pulled up the strap of his manbag before it slipped down his arm, and dragged the suitcases toward the bunk-bed. Groaning with relief as he found the bunk-bed, he couldn't help but smile when he noticed a suitcase already laying on his bed, no doubt left by Alex to 'save his spot' on the bottom, while she took the top bunk. Setting his manbag down on the mattress beside her suitcase, he rested his own two against the bed itself before hauling her suitcase up to rest it on the top bunk.
Before going any further, he dug into his pocket to pull out his phone and send a text to Luca, who just had to know about his current situation. In Casper's mind, almost everything that could go wrong on the first day had, and he sure as heck needed somebody to vent to.
To: Luuuuuuca
From: Casp
"omg u wouldn't believe 2day. arrived late and haven't even gotten my stuff sorted yet. got a leader's meeting later too, and i am soooo tired. how am i supposed to make a good first impression when i can barely stay awake??? aaaaaaa. gonna maybe go get breakfast, meet u there??"
Sticking his phone back into his trouser pocket, he took a moment to process the situation, deciding whether he should organize his things now and sacrifice some much needed time for eating, or head out to the cafeteria and worry about his things later. Ultimately, the decision wasn't too hard, for he couldn't risk his stomach grumbling at the leaders meeting later that day. No, it had to go perfectly. Turning to leave the cabin, he paused just before the door. His hair. He hadn't checked his hair, or his general appearance for that matter, for a good few hours. Setting his priorities straight, he turned on his heel and walked into the restroom, finding the nearest mirror he could.
"Good god."
He almost wanted to faint. Deep bags hung under his eyes, no doubt a consequence of his sacrifice of sleep in order to ensure the clothes in his suitcase were folded to perfection, and his hair was an absolute mess, with strands of hair falling down his forehead, or sticking out at entirely unnatural angles. In fairness, most people would consider their hair to look relatively good in the state Casper currently found his in, but for Casper? No - goodness, no. It was anything but good. Letting out a sigh of defeat, he wagered there was little he could do to improve the situation for now, at least. His stomach grumbled in protest, begging him not to fuss over his hair now, and he was obliged to listen.
Unhappily turning to leave the restroom, he pulled open the door to the cabin before flinching backward at the sight that awaited him. Alex, as far as Casper was concerned, had used her powers of conjuration to appear at the opposite door, leading to the women's bathroom, opening it at near exactly the same time as Casper opened his own. He swears she actually is magic, for she has an uncanny ability to appear when Casper needs her most. His temporary fright soon turned to unfiltered joy, a broad grin spreading across his face,
"Alex!" | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,349 | 146 | 5 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Location: Outside Main Hall
Interacting With: Malcolm Okada
Blaring rock music and California sunlight filled King’s Mercedes, a usual scene that played out whenever he drove up towards his home away from home. The road that curved through the tall, dappled forest, the rocks and shrubs that scattered across the land in front of him, and the ever warm feeling of excitement, all these things were familiar to Richard King. He had traced them with his finger ever since he was just a mere Freshman, and even now, four years later, he knew which turn was coming up and which tree would be hanging eerily close to the road. The usual scene that had filled him with such nostalgia and cheer, however, was stained with another feeling. Anger? Dread? Sadness? These emotions all spurred from a single thought.
the last year
His hands tightened against the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as his flesh tensed. That was right, it was his last year at the camp. HIs parents, the O So Wise and Powerful people they were to him, had already decided that he would be shipped off to England come fall for college. All four years, spent in the rainy lands where his mother grew up. There was no summer in London, he was often told, nothing to do but study, study drink, and study. He couldn’t say no to their decision, he didn’t have the guts nor a good enough reason to use against them. King sighed softly as the forest began to thin out, the sunlight now pouring down across the road. As his eyes collapsed on the gathering of buildings before him, another thorn dug itself deep into his side. It was his last year, and he wasn’t going to be Blue Team’s leader. Casper Fawn, fucking Casper Fawn. King wasn’t exactly sure how or why Fawn got the spot, but he did know something.
He was still fucking pissed about it. The whites of his knuckles brightened, and he felt his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he tried to calm the storm in his head. Already nothing was going right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. King parked lousily, not even minding that he had gone over and set his car on the white line between two spots, and escaped from the dark-colored vehicle. Many other cars and people seemed to have gather already, but then again Richard was always the type to be “fashionably late”, and with a click he locked his Mercedes and sauntered towards the main hall, hands dug deeply into his jean pockets and eyes turned downward to trace the gravel that fell in and out of his sandals. He became entranced with the movement of himself and the varying earth below him, so much so that he failed to stop himself from bumping into someone else. King jumped back slightly, grumbling,
“Oi, watch where you’re go-” before stopping mid-sentence to grin at the familiar face before him.
“King! Fancy running into you here!” Malcolm readjusted his glasses, knocked slightly askew by the impact. He twisted a lock of hair around his finger – it had definitely grown out since last summer’s camp. Then, slightly quieter and a touch more nervously, he said, “Not that I was waiting or anything.” King grinned at the small, new details he saw on his friend, pulling a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his head, a playful grin replacing his once much more annoyed expression.
”Why would a pretty thing like you be waiting for someone like me, Mally~?” He leaned forward in an effort to meet Malcolm’s face straight on, forcing forth an especially sensual smile. The skin around his eyes tightened, proof that his smile was nearly genuine, and then he stuck his tongue out and sniggered.
”Don’t stick that tongue out unless you intend to use it,” Malcolm warned, clearly light-hearted, though he did look away more swiftly than he had in the past. There was something in his smile that was different, or perhaps it was a little smaller. King felt his own expression falter slightly at the sight, his tongue quickly retreating back into his mouth before Malcolm continued on, ”I just wanted to make sure you actually came this year. It’d be a drag otherwise, you know – unbearable, and all that. Oh, and, nice car.” It came out rather quickly, given that he was one of those fast-talking New Yorkers. Malcolm peered over King’s shoulder – then, when that failed, around him – standing on tip-toes to catch a glimpse of the Mercedes. Richard fell back on his heels, shoving his hand back into his pocket before shrugging and smiling lightly,
”The old man got it for me for my birthday. Not much else to say about it.” Just another gift to tighten his chains or whatever, right? King shook the thought from his head and gave Malcolm a playful shove with his elbow, ”besides that! Who’s here already? Anyone new or worth mentioning yet?” He bounced up and down slightly, feigning extreme excitement with a cocky grin and playful eyes.
Malcolm raised an eyebrow as if in disbelief but was clearly never one to back down from a bit of gossip. ”Well,” he said, pausing for breath and beckoning King to follow him as he started drifting towards the Main Hall. ”There was a newbie talking to Hampton in the hall – no idea what his name is but not my type – and Chase is out of the closet with her choice in attire, but if you want more than that, you’ll have to give it another day. I did just spend the whole morning waiting on the arrival of ‘the King’, after all.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. King tapped his chin thoughtfully, half-chuckling at Malcolm’s comment towards Chase before reaching forward and throwing an arm around Mal’s shoulder, leaning into the smaller boy lazily. The two walked in a comfortable silence for a moment, King savoring the thought of a new “cutie” as Malcolm put it before shrugging,
”there is no way this new cutie is as cute as you.” King mumbled mostly to himself, obviously meaning for the comment to be a mental note, but after a second of looking back on what he had just said OUT LOUD he felt his face heat up. Only slightly. His pale skin turned slightly pink, and he left out a soft cough before saying weakly, “j-just kidding~!”
“You give a compliment then you take it away,” Malcolm said with a dramatic sigh. He didn’t seem to have noticed the admission, or at least accepted it in the same way he accepted all of Richard’s flirts. Even so, a dark red flush could be seen from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “Talk about destroying a boy’s confidence.” Seeing Malcolm’s expression seemed to just wash all of his previous worries and woes from his mind, and as the Main Hall doors drew closer and the friend wrapped in his arm turned a bright red he grinned a genuine, happy grin. His hand rose and squeezed Malcolm’s shoulder reassuringly, finding himself at a loss of words for his friend, and then he turned and practically kicked the doors of the Main Hall open, letting out a stupidly cheerful laugh and semi-loud shout,
”Guess who’s back bitches~!”
Location: Forest to Main Hall
Interacting With: Low (Text/Face-to-face)
Nature. Life. Camp Liberty. Oliver had arrived extremely early in the morning, so early that the stars had still hung in the sky and the moon was just barely vanishing behind the tree tops. Her old truck had sputtered to a stop within the parking lot, and she glided silently across the camp grounds with her bags in tow. It had been a warm morning, crisp and silent, and after dropping her things off haphazardly on the floor of the Gray cabin she went for a silent stroll through the woods. Nothing had changed since her last visit, it seemed, save for a few fallen oaks gathering near the lake, and Ollie silently opened her journal and made a few changes to her hand-drawn map of the area before finding a nice, quiet place to rest.
She remained, hidden within the tall trees and underbrush for most of the morning, reading through her journal entries from last year as the sky above teetered and changed from early morning to around ten or eleven. She watched it all with lazy eyes, and then after a second more of silence her stomach growled furiously. She was starving. Obviously, she would be, she had skimped out on dinner last night while driving down to Cali. Oliver rose gracefully, dusting off any stray leaves and dirt from her faded shorts before stepping gingerly through the woods. The iridescent glasses that hung on the collar of her striped shirt rose gently against her breast as she shambled through the thick underbrush, and she eventually lifted them up to gently rest on her small nose. The world appeared in varying, darkened colors, the forest’s shadows and dappled sunlight faded out by the lenses of Ollie’s favorite glasses, and she walked and walked until her feet touched down at the familiar campsite.
More cars had gathered at the parking lot, some familiar and some not, and she drifted passed them carefully on her way towards the Main Hall. The smell of food could already be sensed, and her stomach grumbled again at the familiar scents that filled the air. Behind her, another car screeched into the lot, and as she shrugged and ignored whatever asshole was pulling up so loudly a familiar figure passed by her line of sight. Malcolm. He was staring intently at the cars behind Ollie, perhaps waiting for someone, and not wishing to strike up a conversation she drifted onward.
The usual hustle and bustle of the hall could be heard from just outside the two doors, and as Ollie sucked in a deep breath and pushed them open her phone buzzed in her pocket. She blinked once, glanced around the hall, and then stepped aside to check her battered Galaxy. Light gleamed through the shattered screen, and a familiar name made her smile lightly.
To: Ollie K.
From: Low G.
Boo!
She tapped back a reply quickly, unable to hide her excited smile:
To: Low G.
From: Ollie K.
You found me quick. BRT
Ollie shoved the phone back into her pocket and scanned the various tables before her, wandering quietly forward until the familiar sight of wild, blonde hair seemed to fill her gaze. She quickened her step until she could clearly see Elowen’s beautiful, familiar face, and a wide, rare smile broke out across Ollie’s.
”Hey, Low, long time no see, huh? She seemingly whispered, Ollie’s soft voice filled to the brim with excitement to see her long-time friend. | ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles
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|Name|
Oliver Abana Keller
|Nickname|
Ollie
|Birth Date|
January 21st, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns
|Sexuality|
Asexual Panromantic
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Gray
|Team Color|
Gray★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.
Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.
|Clothing Style|
As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason
|Hobbies|
★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.
|Habits|
★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.
|Fears|
☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦
Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.
Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.
Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.
|Place of Origin|
Portland, Oregon
|History|
Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.
All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.
Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.
Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.
Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.
|Extra|
Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.
A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.
|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.
King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.
|Clothing Style|
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.
Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.
Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.
|Place of Origin|
Beverley Hills, California
|History|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!
|Theme Song|
Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be” |
5,350 | 146 | 6 | 2,331 | 108 | Alexandria Novak
Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Casper Fawn -
Alex had arrived to Camp Liberty yesterday sometime around late afternoon and evening. The first thing she felt was annoyance. It wasn't anything new and it wasn't because it had anything to do with the camp that it couldn't help. She had just stepped out of the nicely air conditioned cab to having to do manual labor -- grabbing her own two stuffed suitcases. The driver didn't even attempt to help and she had already gave him his tip. God damn it. Grunting, she lugged out her two suitcases from the trunk. And with an exasperated huff and slamming of the trunk, she watched as the cab zoomed off away quicker than possible. Well, that was a little insulting. She's so sorry that she wasn't really in the mood for conversation and actually just asked the driver to stop talking to her.
The next thing she felt was the freaking blistering heat and the humidity. Glaring down the long path that lead to the main camp where check in and the cabins were, she cursed out the cab driver once more. He couldn't even drop her off closer. Beginning the horrendous trek through hell (it legitimately was with how hot it was) with two gigantic weights pulling against her arms, Alex envisioned herself as some kind of warrior going through a war. In her mind, that wasn't too far from the truth. Twenty minutes, dehydration, a cup of sweat, and one mosquito bite later, she had arrived at the check in stand... looking like a hot mess. Fuck me. This is why I should be allowed to sit indoors all day during the summer.
Going through the whole check in process with a quite permanent scowl on her little mouth, she didn't even attempt to lower her exasperated, "Finally!" after they had handed her the key to her cabin. However, not even the promise of a nice, cool room and no further activities until tomorrow could appease the brunette. She was curious to how many of her cabin mates had already arrived and who they were. She wanted to be the only one so she could lay claim to whatever she wanted first. She knew Caspy wasn't going to be here until tomorrow through their texts so there wasn't much of a positive outlook. And she didn't feel like going out again to go look for someone she knew and liked to start some dry conversation with.
Wiping some of the sweat that was beginning to build on her face with the back of her hand, she opened the door to her cabin. Someone was already here... and it was Leah. Great way to start this three long month torture. Making her way into the room, she grumbled a hello at the other girl, getting a greeting back in the same reluctant, indifference tone. The one good thing about Leah was that despite the fact that the two of them didn't get along she was upfront with her disinterest and didn't force Alex to endure false concerns and conversations. Looking around the room, Alex noticed the lack of use of anything aside from the bed Leah was sitting on and one of the bathrooms. With that in mind, Alex didn't bother to ask Leah if anyone else was bunking with them. No point in starting a conversation that could potentially end up an argument (which was any talk between the two).
Instead, she brought her two luggages over to the bunkbed. Placing one on the bottom bunk to hold Caspy's spot, she recalled the set up from last year. Caspy had wanted to please everyone in the cabin to get them to accept him easier and allowed the rest of the members to choose their beds first. Naturally, everyone picked an individual bed, leaving him with the bunk. Then Alex had joined camp a few weeks later and it was the only spot left. At first she hated it but as her and Caspy began to naturally get closer, she figured it wasn't that bad and actually began to prefer it. She loved the dynamic and feeling of closeness it brought. Pulling out her toiletries so she could go claim a bathroom, Alex also remembered what had happened with that last year.
"Alex! Get out of the bathroom! You've been in there forever! We need to get ready too." One of her roommates was banging on the door and rattling the doorknob in an attempt to break it and manage to get in somehow. "Um, I'm not finished!" Alex shouted back at the locked door, rolling her eyes and going back to applying her makeup. She would not leave until she looked exactly the way she wanted: perfect. She had already invested an hour and a half to get to this point, she wasn't going to just give up like that due to some banging and screaming.
Deciding to not go through that again, she quickly set up everything she had in one of the powder rooms, taking up every possible inch of the sink. Was it wrong that she felt a certain satisfaction from it? After fixing her hair and making sure everything else looked good, she exited the restroom and began to start moving her clothes into her closet. For the rest of the day, she only left to go get dinner, sitting two seats away from Leah by herself. Looking around she noticed not many people had arrived yet and no new faces.
Waking up early the next morning with a groan, she got out of bed to get ready for the day. Leah was still asleep so she quietly gathered her clothes and entered her bathroom. After a shower and drying off, she wore a simple outfit. Seeing that the weather was going to be more sweltering than usual today, Alex decided not to place too much effort in her outfit only for it to be ruined. Plus she wasn't used to waking up so early yet. Donning a pair of cream shorts with fringed trimming and a long navy blue tank top with a flowing end tucked in. She had just perfected her makeup and giving her hair that effortless, clean messy look when she checked the time. She would have to leave soon if she wanted to get breakfast and have time to eat it. Digging into her container of rings, she picked out a simple silver band, a crown, and arrow ring before putting them on her fingers.
Checking herself out shamelessly in the mirror one last time, Alex was pleased with her appearance and turned to leave the restroom. Turning off the light and closing the door behind her, she jerked her head up at the cry of a familiar voice calling out her name. Widening her eyes in surprise for a split second, she subconsciously smiled the first time since she got to camp and exhaled lightly a breath of disbelief. "Caspy!" she cried out as she ran toward the precious boy, locking her arms around his neck in a powerful hug. With the force and speed she had barreled into the boy with, she ended up spinning them once before lightly pushing Caspy's back into the wall, pressing against him. However, none of that registered as she tightened her hold on the vanilla scented boy. Her favorite person was right here in front of her after not seeing him for a whole year. "Oh my god, hi. Hi, hi, hi!" she giggled excitedly into the crook of his neck. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,351 | 146 | 7 | 83 | 270 | Katsuya Bogdani
Location: Her Car, Outside Main Hall
Interacting With: Her own delusions and Jessica Wilson (to an extent)
Kat’s antiqued 1980 Lada VAZ-2101 came sauntering down the road towards Camp Liberty it utilitarian frame and mustard yellow paint job a stark contrast to the flashy sports cars that seemed to populate this neck of the woods. A product of the now defunct Soviet Union the Lada is as bad as the Cold War propaganda depicted it, for examples some of the car’s more stellar features included outdated technology (even by eighties ‘ standards), poor gas mileage, and it literally handled like a tank; however, Kat admired the car as failure as it tried so hard to be a Fiat and it spectacularly missed the mark…even failures can be beautiful. As the fruit of the communist automotive industry barely managed to navigate the curvy road Kat could not help reflecting on her long journey getting here from the worst city in America (colloquially known as Pittsburg) and realized that she only got lost a total of seventy-seven times.
“Drat, I have to try and do better next time as I am nowhere near beating my record. Ugh, and to make matters worse I only crossed over the Canadian border two times in the span of this trip. Oh, the humanity! Am I losing my touch?”
Kat briefly ceases prattling to herself in order to check her knockoff iPhone 6’s built-in clock as surprise the Lada does not possess a digital clock of its own.
“I am this close to arriving on time…this is truly is a tragedy of unprecedented proportions, so don’t cry for me Argentina as the truth is I never left you or something like that; I am not really a fan of Madonna movies as despite her looks acting never has really fallen under her particular oeuvre, but I digress. Speaking of beautiful things I wonder if Jessie will be here…umm…no wait, what I meant to say was that I hope that registration was just a fluke and the princess could not attend Camp Liberty this summer because dealing with someone who is pretty… stuck up will be so unbearable my poor heart will explode in ecstasy...disappointed ecstasy that is. I am totally not crushing because contrary to popular belief this is just how a rivalry is supposed to feel. Yup it is perfectly naturally to want to your rival to whisper sweet nothings your ear…err…moving right along would take a look at this forest it sure is natural. Just a big dumb forest nothing scenic or romantic about it whatsoever."
Was it getting hot in here all of a sudden, had the Lada caught fire again or was it just the heat of the moment overtaking her frail form? There were so many questions and what seemed like a deliberate shortage of answers. Kat was overjoyed to finally find the parking lot, so she could finally leave these conflicting feelings far behind. She breathed an audible sigh of relief as she exited the vehicle and took in the grandiosity of Main Hall. A perfectly sensible person in the situation would probably use this time to find their team’s particular cabin, unpack, then get accumulated to the area before grabbing a bite to eat; however, Kat was far from being a sensible person choosing instead to follow whatever happened to grab her fancy at the moment and at this particular moment that would be blueberry pancakes coated in a thick layer of maple syrup. For a brief second Kat pondered if the dining hall would be serving one of her favorite meals at this hour, but she shrugged it off as any food was better than no food at all. Anyways the dining hall would give her the perfect opportunity to inflict herself upon others in order to challenge their preconceived ideologies; so many of her fellow campers were in dire need of her expertise on subjects she knew next to nothing about and it was glorious. It was like they were crying out to her, crying out for her to save them from the tedium of what could loosely be labeled as society or perhaps they were crying out for Kat to move as she suddenly realized that she had silently been regarding the Main Hall for a good minute now.
Hark, in her peripheral vison Kat observed an angelic figure tenderly approaching the Main Hall and it was obvious by the graceful way she moved it was Jessie. Oh how she was blessed…with bad luck because Kat would be seeing her this self-centered bimbo almost every day…she would be seeing her every day and it would be absolutely dreadful if on some of those days Jessie would be clad in clothes that perfectly complemented her beautiful figure. Egad nothing would be more self-centered then the aforementioned, yet then again nothing would be more right. Kat subconsciously bit her bottom lip thoroughly enjoying the mental images she conjured up and once again becoming unaware of the world around her. | Katsuya Bogdani
“Ha! Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner!”
-Brian SladeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Katsuya Bogdani
|Nickname|
“Kat” – has become the preferred name of one Katsuya Bogdani because the masculine act of shorting the name to remove formality coupled with the feminine connotations of the nickname itself acts as a reflection of Katsuya’s androgyny; however, an equally viable scenario is that as a non-binary youth growing up in such an inhospitable place as Pittsburg the nickname “Kat” is an unfortunate byproduct of juvenile bullying by immature peers coupled with the intrinsic national desire to Americanize foreign sounding names. However, when asked about the origins of the nickname Katsuya has been known to weave conflicting tales in order to perpetuate the air of mystery that surrounds her.
|Birth Date|
October 16, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Androgyne (born male, prefers female pronouns)
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
GreyA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a name like Katsuya there are certain intrinsic expectations one might have of the person possessing this name however, in this case the name itself acts as a façade and nothing could prepare you for the bearer’s actual appearance. Identifying as an androgyne Katsuya has crafted her image to resemble the penultimate juxtaposition of masculine and feminine; so even upon closer inspection it is hard to tell if Katsuya is a flat chested girl or merely an effeminate looking boy. Katsuya has retained some oriental features despite being a child of an interracial marriage, though her pale skin is a product of seventeen years exposed to Pittsburg’s grueling winters coupled with an aversion to any outdoor activity rather than any genetic symptom. Katsuya is also rather petite standing at five feet ten inches and weighing only one hundred and five pounds; Katsuya takes pride in this as to her it is a physical representation of her androgyny. Another thing about Katsuya that one might notice is her teal dyed hair, but that is not a permanent feature as Katsuya changes the color of her hair every couple months as keeps people on their toes per say.
|Clothing Style|
Katsuya has packed a variety of different clothing options ranging from the tried-and-true tshirt and jeans combo to more formal dresses; being one that values spontaneity Katsuya made sure to pack a plethora of clothing related options. A special outfit in Katsuya’s wardrobe is a silk kimono weaved by her mother, needless to say that this rose-blossom tinted garment is only worn in moments of reverence.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Other than the golden hoop that is usually protruding from Katsuya’s right earlobe, she has no other distinguishing scars, tattoos, or piercings. G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Adventure
✔ Subverting Expectations
✔Theatricality
✔Admiration
✔Flirting
✔Admiration
✔Risk Taking
✔ Onigiri (Japanese Rice Balls)
✘ Ennui (Boredom)
✘ Criticism
✘Oppression/Micromanagement
✘Predictability
✘Intimacy
✘Stress
✘Routine
✘Intolerance
|Hobbies|
Composing songs for the post-ambient stage of her nonexistent music career
Rigorously doodling in her sketchpad
Critically Watching Cinema
Purposely getting herself lost in order to maximize exploration potential
Reading sappy romance novels and unironically crying at the end
|Habits|
Being fashionably late or extremely early; however, never showing up exactly on time
Giving vague or cryptic non-answers when asked a question, especially if a personal question is asked
Chewing on the end of writing implements
Gesturing with her hands while talking
|Fears|
☠Becoming complacent therefore allowing normalcy to seep into her life
☠ Being rejected by a romantic partner
☠ Working 9-to-5 for “The Man”
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Imaginative ♦ Artistic♦ Spontaneous ♦ Rebellious♦
Katsuya is disrespectful of any type of authority and feels like a hierarchy only hampers her ability to express herself as she sees fit at any given moment; this is problematic when working with others as she thrives off of subverting other’s expatiations of her. She is also to coin a fitting phrase an enigma wrapped in a riddle coated in enigma sauce because for example at times she can be blissfully unaware of social graces yet at the same time strive to challenge these conventions. Katsuya lives to pursue her passions regardless of the risks involved and coupled with her need for the admiration of this is a most dangerous concoction; an unnecessary theatrical risk outweighs simply finishing the task at hand with no incidents. Her eccentricity has a certain charm about it and she is adapt at finding the right compliment to break the resolve of those that would call her out; however, any criticism that is laid against her no matter how benign affects her on a personal level and she cannot help seeing it as an unwarranted attack.
|Place of Origin|
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
|History|
Katsuya’s was born to a family of immigrants; her father left Albania in 1991 disgusted with rampant corruption ushered in by reformism, while her mother arrived from Japan in the late eighties to pursue a career in avant-garde theater and escape from her traditionalist parents back home. Her father’s career as a one of the tristate area’s few Lacanian psychoanalysts coupled with his belief in the democratic family greatly influenced Katsuya’s upbringing in as far as it allowed her to develop in a rather liberal environment without the fear of punishment or judgement; in layman’s terms Lacanian psychoanalysis teaches that the human subject is created through social interaction and one must learn to vanquish the narcissistic illusions of the self, so in order not to deprive the child of important psychological development the Bogdani household was open to anybody and everybody. Therefore young Katsuya was raised amongst an endless stream of drifters, vagabonds, her father’s patients, wayward leftists, and so. This rotation of faces from all walks of life affected the young child especially those that belonged to her mother’s theater troupe; it was possible the repeat viewing of these neo-cabaret performances that allowed the child the enlightenment needed to appreciate the harmonious symmetry between the sexes and eventually identify as an androgyne.
School life has not been particularly easy for Katsuya and she has been the target of many a bully, yet she learned to endure by perpetuating a front of detachment and unpredictability; as an admitted attention-seeker and in constant need of an audience Katsuya is not above carrying out overly dramatic revenge schemes much to the chagrin of her father who believes she should rise above such ideology. Katsuya enjoys reveling in her sexual freedom, but deep downs she fears forming an emotional connection to someone else as that opens the door to complacency.
Katsuya’s enrolled in Camp Liberty this year after being spurred on by her father recounting a long-winded story about his own years toiling in the Communist Youth building bunkers back in Albania and how the profound the experience was; the rugged allure of camp life always piqued Katsuya’s interest and she always enjoyed the prospect of implanting herself on a stranger’s psyche…according to popular culture no one forgets camp memories, thusly it was decided that she would attend camp this year if only for the sentimental value. Katsuya was drawn to Team Grey for its non-hierarchal structure and laid back nature.
|Extra|
In real life I live in Florida, so summer has lost some of its appeal as it never ends here.
|Theme Song|
The Passenger– Iggy Pop
“And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine” |
5,352 | 146 | 8 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Location: Dining Hall.
Interacting With: | Christian Burns | Leah Willoughby through text - | Richard King - | Malcolm Oskada - Stacey and Christian had continue eating their breakfast and chatting among themselves while she waited for Leah to come and sit with them. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket then jumped slightly as she reached for it and pulled it out of her pocket then read the response from Leah. She clicked her phone off as Leah was probably in the parking lot or something and she didn't want to seem like she was actually waiting for her - But then again, she truly was. Her eyes flashed over towards Christian, who was staring at her with a smile. "What?" Stacey asked with a raised brow. Christian shook his head then leaned back in his seat. "Nothing. Just sitting here. Want to be doing something else or something." Stacey rolled her eyes then eyed him. "Wait, I want you to meet my friend, Leah. She should be here any minute." Stacey smiled as someone tapped her shoulder.
Her eyes flashed up towards Leah, who was sitting down now as she squealed with her hands over her mouth and hugged her best friend close to her then breaking the hug. "I've missed you, too." She responded towards Leah as she looked over at Christian then waved her hand dismissively towards him. "Oh, this is Christian. He's a newbie here." She smirked as if that meant something at Camp Liberty, to some people it did, honestly. She looked back towards Leah with a smile as she leaned in. "So, how have you been, honey?" She leaned in a bit more. "Do not leave out the juicy details." She poked her arm a bit then looked at Christian as Leah introduced herself towards him. "Hey there, Leah. I am Christian. Nice to meet you." Christian muttered, watching the girls communicate.
Stacey and Christian both heard Leah's question and was about to answer simultaneously but Stacey insisted that Christian go first. "Well, as mentioned, I am new here but I've registered and everything last week and now..." He waved his hands over himself before continuing. "Here I am! You should smile about that." He chuckled while looking at Leah with a raised brow then looked away. Stacey then responded, as well. "I've been here since last night. Well, left but came back this morning." She said with a smile. "What about you, Lea?" She asked then heard a familiar voice shouting out. It had to be Richard. She squealed again then rose up from her seat. "I'm going to go and say hey to Richard. You two talk among yourselves." She poked Leah before fully leaving and meeting Richard at the entrance.
Stacey ran up to Richard and hugged him, tightly then eventually breaking it as she giggled then eyed Malcolm and offered him a small wave before turning back towards Richard. "Oh, my goodness. How have you been, darling?" She'd ask while lurking her gaze over to Leah and Christian, to see if they were getting along, which she hoped they were. She smiled while turning her gaze back towards Richard and Malcolm. "Sorry, how have you been, as well, Malcolm?" She asked him as well, completely forgetting that he was standing there, honestly. Her eyes bounced from Richard to Malcolm, waiting to see which one of them were going to answer her first.
Christian looked at Leah and chuckled nervously. He reached his hand behind his head then rubbed it. "So, Leah, how long have you been here at Camp Liberty? I assume that you're not new like me." He said while looking into her eyes with his and admiring her.
Location: Media Room then Dining Hall.
Interacting With: | Leah Willoughby through text - | Christian Burns |.Sebastian had beat a few more punks already. On the first day of camp and he was laughing. He should've placed bets, honestly cause he'd probably be a millionaire right about now. Sebastian raised a brow as his phone chimed from his pocket, which he reached and grabbed, seeing a text from Leah about breakfast and him being a lazy bum. He paused his current game to send her a message back.
To: Lea
From: Sebastian
I'll be there when I am done beating these kids butt on X-Box. Lazy bum? Really?! LOL.
He sent the message then stood up with a sigh, grabbing the controller and making the final shot of the game then looked at his victims. "Sorry, guys but I am being summoned. But don't worry there it always tomorrow." He winked then clicked his tongue at them then all then walked out of the media room then made his trek towards the main hall, which lead to the dining hall. Upon his entry, he saw Stacey, Richard and Malcolm. "Hey, guys." He said in passing as he didn't want to interrupt their conversation.
Sebastian walked past them then squinted his eyes while using both of his hands as binoculars to scope out Leah. His eyes looked over at her talking to some boy as he raised a brow. He walked through the service line first and grabbed himself a plate while offering a wave towards Mia and Mitchell. Sebastian then grabbed himself some utensils then walked over towards Leah and slammed his plate down on the table. "I don't believe what I see here? Lea, cheating on me, already?! For shame." Sebastian was joking but was sounding so serious. His eyes danced over towards the male then widened his eyes. "Oh, Christian?"
Christian looked up at Sebastian and widened his eyes as well. "Sebastian?" Christian stood up as they simultaneously said. "Hug me, brother!" From the Drake and Josh show, of course. They hugged and patted each other on the back then went to talking back and forth about what they did before Camp Liberty, completely forgetting that Leah was sitting with them, as well.
"Oh, Lea, my apologies, did I interrupt something?" Sebastian raised a brow then looked between her and Christian. Christian and Sebastian were in the same dance class and immediately hit it off and kept in touch ever since. Sebastian ate two spoonfuls of his breakfast then took a sip of his orange juice while waiting to see which one of them was going to respond first. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,353 | 146 | 9 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: Dining Hall
Interacting With: Stacey Hampton, Christian Burns, Sebastian Reyes
Hearing Stacey's squeal; Leah embraced her one of her best friends giving her a squeeze. Leah closed her eyes briefly. It felt like ages since she and Stacey had seen each other and spoken even if the girls saw and kept in touch with each other outside of the Camp. "Oh, well welcome to Camp Liberty, Christian. It's nice to meet you too." Leah smiled softly, as Stacey somewhat introduced them/told her that he was new this year. Looking at her one of her closest friends, Leah sighed a bit. "Still trying to cope with all the mess, you know? It's not easy...but I am just hoping this Summer, will make me forget all of the crap going on in my life." Leah breathed out, confiding in her Best Friend. Stacey had known about Leah's Issues for a while now...and Leah was grateful for her friend trying to keep her together from falling apart. Feeling her poke, she smiled a bit. "I'll tell you everything...I just don't want to talk about it, with everyone present. Don't need the whole camp gossiping about everything." she told her with a slight sigh. It would be better if the two girls could discuss it in 'Private', although Leah appreciated her concern.
"Anything new with you?" Leah asked smiling softly; before she heard them answering her question about their arrival. As she heard Christian's answer, she couldn't help but giggle slightly. For some reason, that made her feel a bit better. Shaking her head; she spoke "Well you might be new, but at least you know how to make a girl laugh." she spoke before turned her attention to Stacey "I got here 3-4 days ago, I had the cabin to myself until now." she spoke, as Casper and Alex didn't arrive until today or so it would seem. Taking a few sips off her coffee, she felt her phone buzz and read the text from Sebastian. Figures he would be down in the Game room. She thought to herself.
As Leah enjoyed her breakfast; that's when she heard the familiar and annoying sound of King's Arrival. He always had to arrive in style. Leah internally groaned, but just nodded as Stacey run off to greet King. Leah still didn't get how King and Stacey got on. The guy was an ass...his behavior bugged her more often than not. They didn't get on...even if they were on the same Team. But at the same time, Leah didn't want to judge just because Stacey got on with him. Leah did her best to tolerate King, when Stacey was around.
Turning her attention to Christian, Leah looked at him with gentle eyes as she heard him speak. She smiled lightly at his question "No, I am not new. I've been going here for 7 years. Pretty much most of us, have been going here for a long time. There's the occasional newbie, or someone that's been going here for a year or two." she explained. "So, what Team did you get put in?" Seeing the look in his eyes; made Leah bit her bottom lip slightly as she felt her cheeks turn slightly pink. It was hard to look away from those deep brown eyes, feeling her heart beat a bit faster she did her best not to look like she was staring. That's when someone slammed their plate next to her, causing her to jump slightly.
"Sheesh, what did the poor plate do to you?" she asked, looking up at Sebastian. She was half expecting his plate to be in pieces but it had survived the semi-violent slam on the desk. Hearing his playful accusation, she gasped pretending to look hurt. "Me cheat? On you?....Never!! she pouted slightly, as she playfully slapped his arm giving him a cheeky smile "You know, I love you." Leah and Sebastian always teased each other when it was possible, having known each other for Years through her older brother Gregory. Sebastian was her best friend...like a brother to her in many ways. He was family and always there for her, just like Stacey he kept her from falling apart when it came to her 'family' issues.
Watching the Conversation unfold between Christian and Sebastian; Leah watched them slightly confused glancing between them both. "Who's cheating on, who now? Huh?" she teased Sebastian as she looked at them both drinking her coffee. "How long have you two known each other, then?" she asked with a soft smile.
Hearing Sebastian's apology, she just smiled but she blushed at his question. Biting into her bacon toast, there was a slight awkward silence for a few moments. Biting her lip slightly, Leah was debating with herself wondering how to answer that question. It wasn't like he interrupted something extremely important. They were just talking...and she had started to blush. Leah just glanced into her almost empty coffee cup for a few moments. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,354 | 146 | 10 | 2,504 | 144 | Location... The Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie , Stacey via Text, Sebastian via Text , Leah via Text
Each and every person she held some level of adoration for entered the room. If she'd been a dog the sound of a tail thumping against the ground would draw their attention. Instead, she took the time to send a text to each and every one of them. She pressed palm into cheek, thinking carefully about if she'd send words or a simple smile...
To: Stacey H.
From: Low G
o/ <(♥)
To: Sebastian R.
From: Low G
(:
And lastly, Leah was sent a text.
To: Leah W.
From: Low G
o: !!!
If they spotted her in the Dining Hall, she'd give them an inch of a smile, neck flustered, cheeks red with the excitement of trying to be forward. Now, her timer began, the tick-tock of what energy she possessed was on the run. Low didn't know how long it would last but she cared. It would be expended wisely or not at all. As she resided on the more extreme side of the introvert spectrum, she liked to think that she was the battery inside of Ollie's battered Galaxy. Last year she couldn't keep the poor thing charged and full for more than an hour.
To: Low G.
From: Ollie K.
You found me quick. BRT
Low watched a smile bloom on her best friend's face between passing clouds of people. She was a sun of a particular type. Mint-colored and astral. Psychedelic, almost, but without the horrid snag of drugs. She was a dragonfly in an everglade born below to rise above. She might've taken off in a UFO today, but the recovering girl knew she'd ask the aliens to swing by and pick up her pal. She rubbed beneath a dark eye, seeing black on the bend of knuckle. Her lips pursed to a thin line, staring at it rather than her approaching bestie. That all made sense, right? She'd held a strange adoration for life, comparing it. Maybe it was the latent drugs which still crawled around her spine.
Those were fun...
Not. She nudged out of the bench. One leg swung over 'til the tall, leggy thing stood. If anyone had been watching, they might have expected Low to give a light pat to the shoulder. Instead, she moved forward and gave the alien-oriented girl a hug. It lasted a few seconds before a swell of nausea, anxiety and discomfort came upon her. She backed away and tucked a long strand of bleached hair behind her ear. Finally, though it seemed like her voice was dry and rarely used, Low spoke:
”Hi Ollie...” I missed you, you're everything to me. Do you know that? And she giggled, covering her smile with the back of a long, worn sleeve. She thought to sit down again but realized her friend hadn't gotten breakfast yet. She reached out and brushed her fingers along Ollie's palm, linking a pinky timidly to guide her to the line. Her own food could wait. It was still warm and her things were beside it. She felt strange, reaching out and trying to hold onto her friend (even if it was just one finger out of ten), maybe it was because she'd almost used. Hopefully she didn't start crying. It wasn't the time to make a scene and feel sorry for herself. No, rather, mad at herself. Very, very mad. She let go of Ollie and moved to the end of the line, prompting the other to meet her there once she'd grabbed her tray of breakfast delights. Then back to the table they went, one leg swung over the booth, the other straddling as she stuffed a forkful of egg in her own face.
Breakfast had to be her least favorite meal of the day. Most times she'd gone without it and had a healthy sized lunch. This time she didn't have that luxury. The counselors made sure that she participated in every meal. Even if it was a muffin. This time, after a long drive with plenty of calorie burning focus, she needed the energy. Low shivered as she chewed and stifled a yawn. Yeah, she wouldn't be up and about the entire day. She'd look for a comfortable patch of grass to snooze on with Ollie right after the morning announcements. Y'know. The 'Welcome to Camp Liberty, familiar faces... rules and yadablah'.
Cutting at her hashbrowns, she wrote in her journal that she'd made contact with four people, and the one beside her made her the happiest of all. "Was your trip nice? I drove here from home." Which home was a one bedroom apartment in a seedy part of town. Her psychologist and the police that toured it kept telling her to find someplace else, but it was affordable, she was able to save money there and she felt that was what mattered. Low was in a dangerous area full of addicts much like herself. It was all too easy to give in again when they'd knock on your door...
Still, she refrained. "I'm four months free today..." She admitted with the small, bubbling sense of pride. It was important to feel good about recovery. She'd try and focus on that instead of the fact she nearly used. | Alexandria Novak
“Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.”
-Michael Scott, The OfficeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexandria Emily Novak
|Nickname|
Alex; no one calls her Alexandria because nobody calls anyone by that name
|Birth Date|
04.04.1998
|Age|
Seventeen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Alex has a mousy type face with small and gentle features. Her eyes are a big and vibrant green that look amazing emphasized by eyeliner and mascara. She has a nose that is thin and long, coming to a small point at the end with thin lips. Relatively pale, her skin tone compliments by contrasting with her dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Usually she leaves it down in messy tendrils since it's medium length and doesn't get in the way much. Alex is of average height, standing at 5'5, seemingly either a few inches taller than some of the girls or a few shorter. Very thin, Alex doesn't feel self conscious about the size of her assets. Porn stars have the supposed ideal body type; models are small.
|Clothing Style|
Alex dresses for the weather. Since it's summer and it's hot, she wears tank tops and short shorts. However, she much prefers to wear her mini skirts or summer dresses. She also brought a few pair of jeans and leggings in case the mosquitoes were feeling extra vicious on certain days. Alex only packed a few pairs of shoes: two casual slip ons (Vans and Sperrys) and a pair of tennis shoes that probably won't be used too much. She loves rings and wears an abundance of diverse bracelets on her right wrist.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alex has both lobes pierced but usually doesn't wear earrings because they get caught in her hair.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Celebrities
✔Boys
✔Money
✔Sarcasm
✔Sports
✔Bracelets
✔Beauty
✘Summer
✘Outdoors
✘Sweating
✘Mosquitoes
✘Campfires and anything associated
✘Pep
✘Aggression
|Hobbies|
Biking
Reading
Singing
Watching animal videos on YouTube
|Habits|
Cussing
Flirting
Expressing indignation and disgust
|Fears|
☠Snakes
☠Drowning
☠GhostsD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Shallow ♦ Bitter ♦ Ignorant ♦ Opinionated ♦ Naive ♦ Spoiled ♦
No one's going to say that Alex is their favorite camper. She always appears unhappy and when someone actually talks to her, it seems like the only thing that comes out of her mouth is some form of criticism. However, she does have a hidden sense of humor and affinity for laughter behind that first barrier of silence and indifference. Despite the fact that she's the poster child for the perception of the Blue Team, she's actually quite a poor fit. Alex isn't competitive in the least bit. No, she doesn't think everyone's a winner nor having fun is the real prize. She simply doesn't find any point to put in the effort for something as pointless as a camping competition for what, literally nothing.
Alex is surprisingly sweet and sensitive. She wants all the other campers to like her but isn't really quite sure how to approach it. Sometimes when she makes the rare effort, it's either the wrong way or with the wrong person. However, that doesn't mean that she can't easily be deceived due to her naivety. There is a danger to her though: she is a resentful soul to those who hurt her. Once she personally hates you, her determination to get you back could rival even the most competitive campers.
Ironically the first thing that is noticeable about Alex is that she's extremely shallow. You'll never catch her without makeup on and she would much rather be late to events than go out with bad hair. A flaw that she has is how easily she is appeased by another's physical appearance. Much of how she initially feels about you is based on how attractive she finds you. Also, don't put anything reflective near her because you can bet she'll be checking herself out with no shame. Why would you have shame when you look this good?
|Place of Origin|
Seattle, WA
|History|
Alexandria's personality and attitude illustrate everything there is to know about her past. Only child, pampered princess, oh so ignorant to the way the real world works. Her parents were never really home due to their constantly busy careers. Her father is a coach for the Mariners and her mother is a neurologist. With her father gone for six months traveling the country and her mother coming home late from shifts from the hospital, the house was very quiet when Alex would come home. However, it wasn't like it was any different during the rare occasions all three were actually together. There wasn't much to talk about since it had been so long since anyone knew what the other was doing. Well, at least Alex would never have to worry about her parents splitting up. They were good like this; content and stagnant.
To take care of their daughter as best as they could since they were not around, Alex's parents supported her through the money they were making. After all, that was the whole reason they took on their jobs, right? Alex saw the bright side of it: she never had to do any activity since her parents didn't have the time to take care to practices or recitals or whatever it would have been. However, maybe if they had, Alex would have been able to discover her potential for singing. They also didn't know what she was doing so she could do whatever. Most of the kids in her situation, the ones she attends the high class private school with, made the best of it and got to party with all the fun accessories. Alex would have probably fell into the same loop if she wasn't so reclusive and shy.
However, she didn't get to become the way she is without her share of demons. Last year, before summer began, a family friend visited and brought their son. It was the first time Alex met him. Andrew was an edgy photographer living in a New York apartment paid by his parents. Over the month they were visiting, the two got closer together and when he was returning to the other side of the coast, he offered to take Alex to spend the rest of the summer there since she wasn't doing anything in Seattle and her parents weren't planning on taking a break from their careers. They could only spoil their daughter so much. A month and a half alone with a boy six years her senior on the other side of the country? They didn't think so.
So they looked up for something quick to busy her for the rest of the summer and found Camp Liberty. They thought it would be the perfect plan for her. She would get physical exercise and maybe meet new friends and it was close enough they could be there if something happened. And, most importantly, it prevented her from seeing her new boyfriend. Alex didn't get enough time to know everybody and get familiar with the way things worked the first time since she came in more than halfway through the camp. And since her parents are doing the same thing this year, she'll get the whole summer to redo.
|Extra|
No. School.
Unlike most of the other campers, Alex likes to watch sports, not play them.
|Theme Song|
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
"But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" |
5,355 | 146 | 11 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Location: Pink Cabin, then heading over to the Main Hall
Interacting With: Stacey, Sebastian, Christian , Lil , Leah , Casper , King , Cass , and Luca via text
"Oof!"
With some difficulty, Jessica dragged her numerous bags and suitcases out of her car and into the Pink Cabin. Did she bring too much stuff? Nah. Never. Everything in her bags were important and necessary. That however, did not make it any easier to carry everything over to her bed. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no one in sight to ask for help. Where was a strong guy when you needed one!?
By the time she got all of her belongings in the cabin, Jessica was breathing a little harder than usual. She was fit and in shape, but lifting heavy suitcases was not her field of expertise. Claiming one of the bottom bunks, Jess started unpacking. She smoothed her favorite sheets across her bed, plumped up her pillow... Then, came her favorite part. Every year, Jessica brought pictures to tape against the wall by her bed. Some of her favorites included the time she and Leah went to Six Flags, the time she visited Luca in England, and of course, the yearly group photos they take at camp.
As she sorted through her photographs, Jess paused upon one of the newest pictures in her stack. It was her graduation photo, all of her friends were surrounding Jessica in their caps and gowns, proudly displaying their diplomas. And look, there was the picture of her and the rest of the cheerleading squad at their last game, hugging their mascot.
Jessica had graduated high school. She was going off to college once the summer was over.
It would be her last year at camp.
Feeling a little wistful, she glanced up at the photos she had attached to the wall. There was an entire column of camp group photos. The one on top of the column was from her first year at camp, 6 years ago. You could see the growth in all of her friends in each picture. And there would only be one more picture to add on her collection, and it would never be on the cabin wall.
Oh crap, she felt the tears coming.
Whipping out her phone, she sent out a mass text to her closer friends in camp.
To: His Royal Majesty, Jackass the First (King) | The Friendly Ghost (Casper) | Stace | Apply Cold Water to that CHRISTIAN BURN(s) | Twinkle Toes (Sebastian) | Pretty Boy (Malcolm) | Lil' Lil | Leannie (Leah) | Cass | The Gentleman (Luca)
It's CAMP SEASON! Can't wait to see u all <3 heading towards the Main Hall, see u there? ily :*
Unable to keep moping around, she bounded out of the cabin. Jess was so excited to see everyone, it had been too long! She couldn't wait to trap all of her friends in a very tight hug. With a little bit of forced enthusiasm, Jess launched herself in a back handspring with a loud "Wooooooooo!" as she made her way to the Main Hall. This girl was ready to catch up with anyone and everyone.
It was her last year here. She would make it count.
Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Casper and Alex
Luca yawned, for the... You know what? He really didn't know how many times he yawned. The answer was: too much. Jet lag is a bitch. This year, he didn't have time to spend some time in America before coming to camp. He had literally just gotten off of an airplane hours ago, and the 8 hour time difference was already throwing him off. The Brit was tired, hungry, sore, and probably not-that-great looking.
I mean, who looks amazing right after an 11 hour flight?
As he stretched his limbs once more, his phone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed.
Luca arched an eyebrow. Since when did he get so popular? Unlocking his phone with his fingerprint, he was shocked to see a grand total of 24 messages demanding his attention. One was from his mother, asking him to text her when he safely arrived at camp. With a slight smile, he texted back, assuring her that he was indeed in camp, and that the flight had been fine.
The problem was the next 22 messages. They were all from one person: Jeremy, his little brother.
Listen up u tosser
y do u get to go to the states every year, and not me!?
I've nicked your bed. and ur room.
bring me back something cool
like a gun or whatever people in the states have
Texts of a similar variety have blown up poor Luca's phone. With a wry laugh, Luca scanned through all of Jeremy's texts until he came to the very last one.
Come back soon. The house is all quiet-like without u
This time, Luca gave a real smile at that. He sent back a message addressing all of Jeremy's texts. Luca gets to go to the States because he actually does well in school, no Jeremy can't steal Luca's room, no Luca isn't going to get him a gun... And yes. He misses his family as well, no matter how annoying Jeremy can be.
Finally, Luca is able to direct his attention to the last two text messages. He breaks out into another grin as he sees that it's from Jessica and Casper--two people he sorely missed. Sending a message back to Jess about how he missed her too, he moved on to Casp's text.
Luca raised a concerned eyebrow at Casper's text. He knew that Casper would be stressed... But it wasn't good that he was already stressed before Camp had officially started.
To: Casp
Stressed out already? Hang on, I'm going over. I can help you unpack.
Luca knew that he technically wasn't allowed in the Blue Cabin, but Casper was obviously in desperate need of help. Besides, camp hasn't technically started right? That meant the rules didn't apply.. right? It was okay as long as he didn't get caught... right?
Luca wasn't much of a rulebreaker, and he spent the entire walk over to the Blue Cabin rationalizing his actions. He was a tad nervous about going there, but his best friend needed help. He wasn't going to let a silly rule stop him from extending aid.
The door to the Blue Cabin was wide open, so Luca went up to the doorframe and casually leaned against it. There, he stopped short in his tracks at a sight that he'd never expected to walk into. Did Casp get a girlfriend?
Either way, Luca quickly averted his eyes.
What a great way to start the summer. | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,356 | 146 | 12 | 968 | 6,713 | Sable Santiago
Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With:Stacey Hampton, Christian Burns, Sebastian Reyes and Leah briefly.
Sable couldn't not admit that she was excited. Her mother had drove her up to camp last night, allowing her to get settled into the Grey cabin. She had taken a top bunk, opened all of her suitcases and claimed a closet for herself. Shorts, t-shirts, tank tops... all the things that could be found back at home were now right here at what had become one of her most favorite places. The cabin had yet to show it's familiar faces, a few new members of Team Gray slinking in, but of course the girl knew she would have to wait until at least this morning in order to make sure who she did and did not know for this year.
Waking up this morning, she would perform her usual routine for hygiene and dressing. A simple black spaghetti strapped tank top, her usual boots, short denim shorts and a black flat billed hat with the words "Linkin Park" across the front, she would take a quick glance in the mirror before checking her phone for the time. With a sigh, she would realize that there was no extra time in order to work on her drawing. Oh well. Walking out of the cabin, the light breeze blowing random strands of her hair into her face, she would notice that it was considerably warm outside while sticking in her earbuds and turning on the song Astronaut by Simple Plan. This summer was going to be great.
Finishing her walk to the dining hall she would notice that there were plenty of people there already. Giving a slight wave to a few people that she knew from last year, more precisely Leah, Stacey and Sebastian, she would go to get her food before coming back and sitting down a little ways from them, still drowning out the world in her music. Taking a closer look at the group, she would notice that there was a new kid amongst them that she did not know. Oh well, perhaps she would get the chance to speak to them all later. | Sable Arabella Santiago
“The rules were meant to be broken; someone just has to be brave enough to do the breaking. That person just so happens to be me.”
-Sable SantiagoT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sable Arabella Santiago
|Nickname|
Well, you can't really get one out of Sable, but Bell or Bella is an option. There is no particular reason for liking these nicknames, they are something that her friends gave her when she was little and they carried on with her throughout life.
|Birth Date|
June 27th, 1998.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Cis Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual, though leans more towards the male gender.
|Sexually Active|
Sable admits to having "done the dead" once or twice.
|Relationship Status|
Free as a bird. (Any ideas, PM me.)
|Role|
Member of Team Gray.
|Team Color|
Gray would be the answer.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at five feet, five inches tall, Sable is your average height, per say. Her skin is a natural darkish tan color, due to being hispanic. A current weight of 132 pounds, the girl has long legs. Where as people have extra layers of fat or skin that is simply there, Sable has the slightest amount of muscle to her frame. She has long brown hair that falls to the small of her back that can either be left free falling, or pulled back into a high-set ponytail. Full lips, a bit of a wide pudgy nose as well as cheeky grins and bright brown eyes, Sable is all around your ideal spunky, slightly athletic looking girl. On a side note, due to her infatuation with drawing with charcoal pencils, Sable can be found with her fingertips smudged with black as well as the occasion streak of the charcoal on her clothing or face.
|Clothing Style|
Female muscle t-shirts, spaghetti strap tank-tops of her band merch for tops. Skinny jeans and girl combat boots in the color of black typically top of her outfit, if not her short denim shorts. Flat billed hats turned around backwards is a definite. She typically can be seen in a sleeveless denim jacket as well. You may be lucky enough to catch her in a dress or two, but it's not all that likely.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Sable has her earlobes pierced as well as a scar of about three inches long running vertically on her left side right below the rib cage.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Music- this is rock, mostly. Things like ACDC, Daughtry, Simple Plan, All American Rejects, etc.
✔Drawing- with Charcoal pencils, that is.
✔Skateboarding.
✔Flirtting.
✔Pizza- Peperoni is her favorite.
✔Team Green seems alright.
✔Thunderstorms.
✔The outdoors, especially the stars and hiking.
✔Science.
✘Team blue, the arrogant bastards.
✘People messing with her music. Sable likes her music loud and she likes her playlist the way it is. Mess with it, she'll break you.
✘Cats.
✘Classical music.
✘Math.
✘The color yellow.
|Hobbies|
•Playing the electric guitar.
•Skateboarding
•Her Drawing
|Habits|
•Sable bites her thumbnail when she is in deep concentration. Well, not exactly biting... more like chewing... you'll just have to see if for yourself.
•She tends to dance when there is no music playing out loud to the random song that is stuck in her head.
•Draw on anything and everything.
|Fears|
☠Dying young.
☠Losing the people closest to her.
☠That one random day that could possibly happen and her phone freaks out, suddenly causing her whole playlist to be deleted. Random fear? Yep.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ ADHD ♦ Goofy ♦ Caring ♦ Social ♦
Looking for a kind, random, hyper social little butterfly? Look no further than Sable. With the occasional prank as well as saying some of the weirdest things that you have ever heard, Sable has ADHD, though does not take the medicine for it, ending up in her being full of energy. She also tends to blurt out random quotes in random situations. Caring for people is something that Sable tends to do, perhaps a little to much. If something seems long, she'll help you out. Need someone to talk to, then come and spill your darkest fears to Sable. She may seem goofy and super social -which she is- but she knows how to keep a secret. Oh, and she's a southern belle, so expect a "Bless your heart" thrown you way here and there.
Despite the good, Sable has some bad traits as well. She's overly blunt, saying the first thing that comes to mind. In short, her mouth has no filter, really. Sometimes it seems as if all she can do as flirt, and perhaps ma even do so with you even if she knows that you are not single. It's just who she is. Sable is also overly stubborn. When she makes up her mind about someone or something, it will take something major happening to change her mind. Due to the mix of the good and bad, Sable tends to come off as either rude, flirty, or goofy pretty much all of the time.
|Place of Origin|
Augusta, Georgia, USA.
|History|
Growing up in a family full of 7 children, being the middle child and the only girl, Sable had an interesting childhood. Learning to take up for herself as well as prank at an early age, she ended up being one of the guys from the start, never being afraid to get dirty and roll around in the mud with them. Her father was a hard working man, as well as her mother. School was something that Sable has never, and will never, like. Unless it was Science, that is. Getting into trouble and lunch were her favorite subjects really.
Her whole life was really just a basic twist here and there. Something good would come along, like her parents relationship being good, and then the next day they would have an argument, her mother leaving for weeks at a time. However, the two managed to keep such things under tight wraps, the major arguments happening around Sable and her brothers. None the less, her parents kept their mouths shut as much as possible for the sake of their children. Her teachers did their best to get her involved in their classes and other activities, but Sable had her own agenda with being a sociallite and teching herself the guitar.
Staying up late and waiting until the rest of the family was asleep, Sable would wait up to sneak out onto the roof of her second story window and stare at the stars while drawing and listening to her music in order to clear her head. It wasn't until last year when Sable got suspended from school for a fight that her mother decided it was time for the girl to have a break. Finding Camp Liberty on the internet, Sable was actually here last summer. Apparently the Camp has made some difference in her, as her mother is forcing her to come back this summer.
|Extra|
Pretty sure I covered everything.
|Theme Song|
She's a Reble-Greenday
"She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade"
Alexander Bradley Nichols
“It's better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not.”-André GideT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexander Bradley Nichols
|Nickname|
Alec is Alexander's most common nickname, something that he started being called at the age of 5. In his opinion, his whole name is just too fancy, however, Alec makes him sound... well, normal. Brad is another nickname, coming from his middle name. Feel free to call him either.
|Birth Date|
August 13th, 1997
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Cis Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual.
|Sexually Active|
Yep.
|Relationship Status|
Single as a pringle.
|Role|
Team Pink Leader
|Team Color|
Pink.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5 feet, 11 inches and weighing in at a total of 160 pounds, Alec has chocolate brown hair that is cut short and slightly swept up in the front. His eyes are a warm caramel color, always seeming inviting. His skin is smooth to the touch and could be considered a light tan color from staying outdoors. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a angular like shape.
|Clothing Style|
T-shirts that seem to hug in all the right places can be found on Alec's slightly muscular torso as well as the occasional sweater or two. Jeans are his main bottoms, though maybe some cargo shorts here and there. Sneakers or vans for the finish.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alec has a scar on the right side of his face going from his temple down to his jawbone. Approximately 6 inches long.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dogs
✔Pranks
✔Arguments over things that he is passionate about.
✔Soccer(Football).
✔Playing in the mud or outside in general.
✔Summer Nights.
✔Harry Potter- the books, that is.
✔Rock Music- Stuff along the lines of Hinder, Creed, Evanescence and Simple Plan. He doesn't listen to it loudly, but loud enough.
✘Winter.
✘School in general. Well, lunch is okay.
✘Stuck up people.
✘Celery.
✘Being judged on his appearance.
✘Romance movies.
✘Being told what to do.
✘Broken Promises
|Hobbies|
•Playing the Drums.
•Writing- Poetry, short stories.
•Swimming.
|Habits|
•Chewing on the eraser end of his pencil or pen.
•Bouncing his leg up and down when bored.
•Biting the inside of his cheek randomly.
|Fears|
☠Losing any bodily limb.
☠Ferris Wheels.
☠Being forgotten.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Kind ♦ Energetic ♦ Dependable ♦ Confident ♦
Alec is a kind person, always helping and looking out for others. He can't simply help it. If you have a problem, he's the one to come to. He is also very dependable, and when he say's he will get it done, he will. Perhaps not at the exact time that he or you would like, but if you ask him to make a cake, and the boy agrees to do so, expect the cake on your doorstep pretty soon. Along with being dependable, he hates broken promises. When he says the words "I promise" he will stick by that promise until the day he dies to make sure that it is fulfilled.
Despite his fellow Pinks, Alec is not one for gossip, though is a loud and rambunctious person. If there is a party or social activity to be found, he will find it and you can be sure to find him there.
A downside, when Alec tells you that he is confident, he's not lying. The boy has a major ego and cares -perhaps to much- what others think of him.
|Place of Origin|
Nashville, Tennessee
|History|
Alexander's past is something that he will never talk about unless it is strictly required or you are very close to him. Born in a small right on the outskirts of Nashville, the boy had a drunk of a father and his mother died during giving birth to him. For this, he never has forgiven himself, considering that he thinks his mother's death is his own fault. Not wanting the child, his father gave Alexander up for adoption.
And then the so called adventure started. At the age of 3, he was placed with a loving family. Raised in the household until the age of 6, Alec found out that he was to be a big brother, his so called adoptive parents pregnant with a little girl. However, what the young, naive, child did not know was that the only reason the family had considered adopting him was they thought they were unable to be pregnant. It was 5 months before the end of his temporary mothers pregnancy that he was sent back to the foster home.
It was not until the age of 10 that he was officially adopted by a family in Nashville, and here he was nothing more than a meal ticket. Taking care of the younger children in the household by making sure that they ate as well as seeing to it that they were clothed, bathed and got their homework done, Alec did not care so much for his schooling. Being a D average student has really gotten him nowhere, though as long as the children were taken care of, he could care less about himself. Despite his home life and poor grades, he does and has had lots of friends at school.
Coming to camp at the age of 13 in order to get away from things, Alec pledged pink just 3 years ago at the age of 15 and became the leader of the team just last year.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The warm nights by the bonfire with the stars shining bright in the sky.
Due to living in Tennessee, he does have a country accent.
|Theme Song|
Tell Me I'm A Wreck – Every Avenue
”When you tell me I'm a wreck
You say that I'm a mess
How could you expect anything less?” |
5,357 | 146 | 13 | 185 | 1,631 | . | . |
5,358 | 146 | 14 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Location: The Lake
Interacting With: N/A
There was nothing in the world like a morning run to get the blood pumping, especially after four hours of being stuck on a motorcycle in a desert-dry heat. Chase, who'd arrived at camp late at night – late enough so the reception was just closing down – was up at the crack of dawn, jogging with her running shoes and the tracksuit bottoms and vest she slept in on. She hadn't unpacked yet, and her clothes back in her cabin were buried under snacks for travelling and emergency first aid kit and French textbook... And so on.
Chase hadn't really had a chance to speak to anyone yet – other than a brief, painless chat with Malcolm – and she'd rather not meet anyone before washing up. Like every year, she'd be one of the later arrivals to breakfast with a long run to start her day off. Hopefully by the time she'd get there she could slip in beside Stacey or someone else that she liked. God forbid she be sat next to Richard.
Being a Team Leader was weird. It meant she had responsibilities – ones she was all too happy to do, of course, since she'd been helping out the new members and rooting for her team since her second year at the camp – but she expected it to make relationships with the other, new team leaders strained. Not that it was possible for any relationship with Casper Fawn to be strained, she was sure. She hoped it wouldn't ruin anything between her and Stacey, however.
Just as the birds started chirping (and wasn't that a comforting sound for a city girl?) she rounded into her cabin. Plenty of time to get ready. But where did she put her purple shirt now?
Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Richard King Stacey Hampton Jessica Wilson (via text)
It was probably a sign that he’d known King for too long (had it really only been three years?) that his grand entrance didn’t even make him flush with embarrassment or cringe anymore. Malcolm just rolled his eyes and smiled fondly – probably like a loon to anyone else. Well, it was pretty much impossible to hate Richard, and even though some might’ve found his flair for the dramatic rather off-putting, it was something that made the camp so much brighter just with his mere presence.
And then Hampton appeared, throwing her arms around Richard like best friends or lovers would. Be strong, Mal, he told himself, but he couldn’t help but bristle. Or, perhaps a better term would be, puffing up like a peacock, ready for a challenge.
Malcolm really didn’t like the girl. The fact that she was friends with King was secondary to Mal’s extreme, extreme distaste for her vapidness.
“Well, I’ve been just excellent,” Malcolm said quickly, answering first since he was a footnote in her greeting. His answering smile was in equal parts insincere and ready for sass. “How are you? Well, I know you just got here and everything so probably the answer is something like ‘amazing’ or ‘fi–ine’, but – how are you?”
His phone buzzed with a text and he pulled it out with a complete lack of interest for Hampton’s answer, though he did listen out for King’s because… well, Mal would be the first to admit that he hung on his every word.
Quickly, he texted Jess back:
waay ahead of u lol. the king is back too finally xxx
King’s own pocket buzzed to life a few moments after Malcolm’s, though instead of reaching down to check it he reached down to grab and squeeze Stacey’s hand in a reassuring, friendly (and, perhaps, flirty) way. His usual smirk widening to a playful grin as he slowly let his hand drop back to his side,
”Stacey Stacey Stace~! I’ve been fine, but now that I get to see you I’ve never felt better!” He glanced to the side at Malcolm, eyebrows upturned as a probable response to his initial sarcasm, and then he returned his gaze to Stacey. ”And yeah, why talk about us when we can talk about your lovely self; how’ve you been, doll?”
Malcolm turned his phone off and looked back up, rolling his eyes (as he often did) at King’s flirting, at least when it wasn’t directed to him. And to think Mal ever thought he was sincere when he did it to him. | “ Sometimes, you have to roll a hard six.”
- Commander Adama, Battlestar GalacticaT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chastity Jackson
|Nickname|
"Chase" – Adamantly refuses to use her birth name and hasn't been called that since she was eight. As far as she is concerned, such a ridiculous name isn't her own.
|Birth Date|
February 14th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
PurpleA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chase is very tall at 5'11" but still holding out for that extra inch of height so she can officially join the big leagues. She has an athlete's body – broad shoulders from swimming and otherwise trim muscles from track and her old skateboarding phase. It has been a sticking point for her that she isn't particularly womanly; flat-chested and without any curves whatsoever. The only feminine features she boasts are long eyelashes and big doe eyes.
Her most prominent characteristics are her strawberry-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, though a case could be made for the freckles that only become more obvious when under the sun for hours at a time. Chase tans well, looking like the stereotype of a Californian girl during the summer. Though her hair is long, she keeps it either up in a tight ponytail or in a severe bun hidden beneath her hat.
|Clothing Style|
Chase will likely wear what she has for the past few years at camp: boy's cargo shorts, proper – expensive – running shoes and a purple t-shirt to show her team spirit. Naturally due to the California heat, she has also brought a snapback. Whilst she typically doesn't accessorise, this year she plans on making a statement with a simple rainbow wristband.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chase has an assortment of scars from her skateboarding days, few of them noticeable without looking for them. Two stand out in particular. Because she wears shorts, the patchwork that is the skin of her left knee is easily visible, coming from a nasty hit and run when she was twelve. The second, one that runs along her jawline and crosses up her chin, is an old wound from a fight three years ago at summer camp.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Swimming for recreation and for competitions.
✔Running – both cross country and track.
✔The great outdoors, nature walks and the countryside.
✔Piano.
✔Her own masculinity.
✔Wild camping and orienteering.
✔Star Trek and other sci-fi shows.
✘Losing competitions.
✘Skateboarding – not now, anyway.
✘Cars and busy roads.
✘Hospitals.
✘Team Blue.
✘Her lacklustre grades.
✘Complete, total darkness.
|Hobbies|
1. Spending most of her time outdoors on hikes and walks and camping trips.
2. Playing the piano – a skill she was pushed into by her mother but ended up enjoying.
3. Swimming. More than anything, because it's the only sport she has wanted to pick up herself.
|Habits|
1. Biting her lip (to excess; to the point where it bleeds);
2. Nervous laughter in situations she is way too uncomfortable with;
3. Accidentally staring at pretty girls.
|Fears|
☠Being lost in complete, total darkness with no way out and no light. Chase is a bit of a control freak.
☠Drowning, or being caught in a fast flowing river.
☠Being hit by a car. Again.
☠Rejection / being alone forever, which ever seems more likely.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Brave ♦ Honest ♦ Stoic ♦ Insecure ♦
Chase is a stereotypical Purple camper. She has nerves of steel, rarely backs down from a dare and is often the first to volunteer for something that might be dangerous or involve defying death, even on a minor scale. Often she can get caught up in the swing of things and become quite mean-spirited, especially to those she feels as a threat in competitions, but there is usually an awkward apology at the end of it. Chase is honest with others and herself. She doesn't allow herself to get big-headed.
Of course, that could be because she has a nasty habit of tearing herself down – though, she supposes, it could be worse: she could be tearing others down instead. Chase is still very much caught up in a cycle of self-hatred, and whilst things are looking up, and she's finally on the way to finding and accepting her identity, there is still that nagging little voice (her mother's) that tells her she needs to do better. Furthermore, Chase has never been one to show emotion. She's not sure she can cry in front of people, or at all, really, and feels guilty just considering it. She keeps things bottled up inside until they become a problem.
|Place of Origin|
Jacksonville, Florida; however, she lives with her father every summer in San Diego.
|History|
Chastity Jackson – but only her mother calls her that – was born into a family that was very much ready to split. Her parents' marriage was one failure after another, and they expected having a child to fix that: thus, they planned to have a son. Fat chance of that. It took only two more years for them to split, her father moving to California and her mother staying in Florida with family.
A precocious kid, she was expected to do well in school, and she did... to a point. She was always a fan of sports, but the factor of grades were pushed to be the difference between success and failure. And boy, did Chase fear failure. Her grandparents ensured she took piano lessons, ballet (which she quit after a week) and all sorts of other activities until she finally settled on swimming, much to their dismay. Her mother remarried, and she barely saw her for another two years. Still, every summer without fail, she flew over to live with her father until the school term started.
At thirteen, she had her accident whilst skating and missed out on three months of school. Almost immediately upon her return, Chase was lost. Her grades slipped from As to Bs (and in some cases, Cs) and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As a last ditch attempt to try and lift her spirits, she was enrolled in a summer camp the following year.
And what a different it made. During the part of the year that she's not at camp, she's the captain of her school's swim team and a regular at track practice. Since then, Chase has been a recognisable member of Team Purple and fierce competition in everything sporting-related.
|Extra|
One proud owner of a motorcycle, currently stowed away at her Dad's place.
We don't have a summer in Scotland...
|Theme Song|
Talk About You – Mika
”'Cause living like this is risking all that I know
And if it kills me, that's the way I wanna go...”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:”
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's DreamT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Malcolm (Minato) Okada
|Nickname|
"Mal" – it means 'sad' in some languages, and isn't that just, like, the most poetic thing you've ever heard of?
|Birth Date|
1st January, 1999.
|Age|
16
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member
|Team Color|
Team PinkA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Asian and of Japanese descent, it is not entirely unexpected that Malcolm is well-below average height at 5'5". He is stick-thin and without an inch of muscle or fat anywhere on him, but still built a bit disproportionately as his most recent growth spurt was only six months ago. Malcolm has soft, effeminate features and sharp black eyes hidden behind large, Gok Wan glasses. He is undeniably attractive and seems to be on track for looking even better in a few years time. His most prominent characteristics are his hands and their long, spidery fingers – "all the better to tweet you with", as he would say.
|Clothing Style|
Malcolm brings a lot of clothes with him, and this year is no exception. It's plain Converse – for enforced physical activities – and boat shoes otherwise. Since wearing waistcoats in the summer's not exactly the best idea, he's only brought one with him. Typically he'll wear shirts with rolled up sleeves or vest tops with his favourite pair of tan chinos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Malcolm's ears are pierced both in the conventional place and an industrial piercing on the upper cartilage. He did have an eyebrow piercing which has since been taken out and scarred over, leaving a neat line to separate his eyebrow in two.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Acting and taking part in amateur dramatics.
✔ Band – plays the saxophone.
✔ Shakespeare.
✔ Schoolwork, particularly Drama and Mathematics.
✔ Money and wealth.
✔ Attention.
✔ Romance TV serials and movies.
✘ Physical activity of any sort.
✘ Fake gossip.
✘ Less-than-intelligent people.
✘ Spicy food.
✘ Team Blue.
✘ Team and community spirit.
✘ Prejudice.
|Hobbies|
1. Theatre and theatrical productions. He both acts in them and attends them. Especially Shakespeare productions.
2. Blogging and otherwise spending most of his time on the Internet.
3. Music – a pretty damn jazzy saxophone player.
|Habits|
1. Checking phone for updates (even when there's no signal).
2. Zoning out whilst 'listening' to someone.
3. Habitual coughing.
|Fears|
☠ Having an extremely bad asthma attack in public;
☠ Failure on stage and in front of people;
☠ Being alone and friendless.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Flirty ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Petty ♦
Malcolm likes to think of himself as the life and soul of the party – sort of. He makes the most jokes (and if people don't get them, well, they're not smart enough); he has the most Facebook friends; and, of course, if he's not the loudest in a group he'll damn well try to be. He's a romantic at heart but romance in his mind has nothing to do with outrageously flirting with friends and almost-friends.
Even so, his jokes often tend on the sarcastic and biting, especially when they're related to other people. Further, Malcolm can nurse a grudge for years and is more than petty when it comes to those who've wronged him in the past. Snubbing is a thing he is very, very good at setting up.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York.
|History|
Malcolm is a stereotypical rich kid. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his father a businessman and his mother a model-turned-journalist in her early thirties. Both are extravagant but sensible people, which makes it obvious where Mal gets his flair for the dramatic and expensive tastes from. Attending a private boarding school for most of his time and moping in his room for the summers was how he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until his parents decided enough was enough and suggested that he attend a summer camp.
Reluctantly, Malcolm did so. And hated it. Which was too bad – he was going, and would be forced to go until he was no longer under his parents' roof. Still, as a reward for good behaviour (not that he doesn't get anything he wants bought), he's getting an apartment out of it in the end... And maybe a small bit of him loves the camp.
|Extra|
Asthmatic. Gets a pass if he needs to skip the more strenuous activities.
There's nothing good about summer...
|Theme Song|
Shot At The Night
”Look at my reflection in the mirror,
Underneath the power of the light.
Give me a shot at the night.
Give me a shot at the night.” |
5,359 | 146 | 15 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Low
The hug was unexpected. Elowen wasn’t one for touching and being touch, Ollie was well aware of that, but here she was, being squeezed by the lithe frame of her best friend for the first time in what probably was forever. It only lasted for a moment, but in her head Oliver felt it go on for a millennium. The rough feeling of the sweater and the smell of her friend’s shampoo lingered on her skin and mind, and Ollie reciprocated the gesture cautiously before Low pulled away to smile at her.
Ollie read her friend’s face like a book, already seeing the shadow of discomfort from the extended physical contact the two shared, and merely let her own face calm and appear much more gentle as Low greeted her with actual words for the first time this year. Her voice, God, she missed Low’s voice so much. It was like hearing your favorite song after a year of deafness, refreshing and just so damn relaxing.
Before she could move to sit down or say something in response, Low reached forward and traced her fingers over her palm before allowing her pinky to intertwine with Ollie’s. It was a small connection, the usual for her friend, and Ollie tilted her head as a small tug guided her towards the line for food. She then smiled softly, realizing her friend’s plan to get her settled and comfortable before they actually started catching up. Eventually, the wiry pink slipped from her grasp and Ollie glanced up to silently plan their next move before Elowen vanished to the back of the line. She was, once again, alone. Well, not in a literal sense, as many other bodies surrounded her, but she felt as lonely as she had been in the forest a mere moment again. She walked gently through the line, turning up a nose to most of the food until she came across the eggs a pancakes. Yum.
After filling her eyes and shoveling quite a few things onto the plate she wandered quietly back over to Elowen and they proceeded back to the table in a silent storm. Though Low never said anything out loud, Ollie couldn’t help but feel her friend was turning something over mentally. Like she was upset or something. But… Prying was never healthy unless it was needed, and Oliver was never good at knowing when something was needed or not. And so she followed after her friend with only a soft sigh and took a seat beside her. She watched Low eat for a moment, and then turned to dig into her own food, eating the syrup-drenched pancakes delicately.
"Was your trip nice? I drove here from home."
Ollie blinked, nearly choking on her most recent bite of breakfast food, ”you drove all the way down here? From Michigan?” A half smile half concerned frown overtook her face, and she leaned her head into her hand as she turned to look at Low over her glasses, ”I had a fine trip, but how was yours?” She questioned quietly, smiling as they gently found their happy places within the walls of their small conversations.
Soon enough, Elowen shared some news on her recovery, and Ollie couldn’t fight the proud smile that beamed across her face. She wanted to just get up right there and squeeze the girl, but instead she outstretched a hand. THis was an invitation; if Elowen wished to she could place her hand within Ollie’s and receive a small, reassuring squeeze, and if not they could simply continue on as if nothing happened. And still Oliver would smile, and say calmly,
”You’ve been doing well, then, I am so proud of you, Low!” | ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles
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|Name|
Oliver Abana Keller
|Nickname|
Ollie
|Birth Date|
January 21st, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns
|Sexuality|
Asexual Panromantic
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Gray
|Team Color|
Gray★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.
Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.
|Clothing Style|
As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason
|Hobbies|
★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.
|Habits|
★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.
|Fears|
☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦
Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.
Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.
Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.
|Place of Origin|
Portland, Oregon
|History|
Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.
All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.
Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.
Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.
Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.
|Extra|
Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.
A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.
|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”
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“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.
King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.
|Clothing Style|
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.
Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.
Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.
|Place of Origin|
Beverley Hills, California
|History|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!
|Theme Song|
Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be” |
5,360 | 146 | 16 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: Blue Cabin (Then heading to the Dining Hall for breakfast)
Interacting With: Alex Novak | Luca Cardwell
"Alex!"
Casper barely had time to react after calling her name, suddenly finding himself thrust around before being pushed against the wall. Then again, what was he to expect, the two had been parted for an entire year, after all. It almost felt surreal to him, stumbling across her so suddenly, and it took him a few moments to properly register the situation before finally throwing his arms around her in a warm embrace. A larger-than-life smile was plastered on his face as he rested his head against her own, still coming to terms with the fact that she was here. The two had finally been reunited, and they could look forward to an entire summer together, yet only two minutes prior, Casper had been fussing and fretting over the upcoming leaders meeting and his late arrival. That stress now seemed to be a world away. One of the most important people in his life was in his arms, and there was nothing that could ruin that moment.
Now completely calm, having all but forgotten of his earlier troubles, Casper spoke softly while maintaining the tight embrace, "..fancy seeing you here!" He allowed a gentle giggle to escape his lips at his own joke, before continuing on, "Thanks for saving my bunk. I owe you a few midnight snacks for it, I guess, huh!"
Alex pulled back slightly, yet kept her arms locked around Caspy's neck, to look at him, her smile not faltering one bit. Cocking her head a little to the side and humming lightly in a teasing manner, she replied with a cryptic, "Maybe." Chuckling, she straightened herself before running one of her hands through the boy's hair slowly, soothingly. In contrast, she began to talk to him animatedly about anything that came to her mind. "Oh my god, I've missed you so much! How are you? Did you get here okay? How long have you been here? You look tired. Are you okay? Are you okay? Have you eaten?" Alex's ramble was only interrupted for a short moment when she gasped. "Oh my god I almost forgot. Congratulations on being team leader." Exhaling with a languid smile, the girl began to calm down. Cupping her best friend's face in her hands, she looked him directly in the eye. "You're going to do so great. I know you are. Because you're so amazing and I'll be with you through it, I promise," she assured him, knowing this was what he needed to hear. Smiling a little more, she leaned in to kiss his cheek before tightening her hold on him once more, resting her chin on his shoulder. Sometimes it felt like they fit so perfectly. Gently, she whispered, "I really missed you."
Casper met her eyes with his own as she worked through her questions in quick succession. He knew better than to try and actually answer them there and then, and so simply maintained a soft, reassuring grin with the occasional nod. Only upon the mention of his leadership did his smile falter somewhat, his anxiety evident, though before he even had time to descend into his earlier panic she was reassuring him. She was amazing that way. She always knew exactly what to say, as if she had each conversation somehow already planned out in her head, and without her, Casper would've no doubt caved in to his fears long ago.
After planting a kiss on his cheek, and resting her head on his shoulder, Casper found his eyes closing naturally. Delving into his thoughts, he couldn't help but wish as though he could freeze time, and simply stay in this moment forever. Yet even more than that, he wished he could tell her how he really felt, and encounters such as this brought him excruciatingly close to doing so. He'd run through similar scenarios in his head countless times, as a matter of fact, though every time he couldn't help but envision a rejection, followed by a break down in their friendship, and that was something he wasn't prepared to face. Bringing himself back to the situation at hand, he slowly opened his eyes and gave her a slight squeeze before speaking softly, almost whispering into her ear, "I missed you too."
"Knock knock...?"
A voice broke Alex and Casper out of their moment. When they looked at the doorway, they saw Luca leaning at the door with a sheepish expression on his face. His eyes were purposefully averted away from the two as his pointer finger was absently scratching his cheek. Of all the things that Luca expected to walk into... This was definitely not it. Casper never told him that he had a girlfriend or whatever! If he had known, Luca would've never came over.
"Uh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Luca asked awkwardly, "Um, I can leave if you're busy Casp..."
As Casper heard the familiar voice at the door, his head jolted upward and his eyes fixed on Luca. It wasn't the fact that Luca had caught the two in a rather intimate-yet-platonic moment, so much as it was how he reacted to the sight. Casper's mind ran ahead, desperately trying to figure out how to properly address the situation, though he only found himself stumbling over his words in his attempts to explain what was going on. No doubt, if he didn't actually have feelings for the girl in his arms, explaining the situation would be effortless, but unfortunately for Casper at this moment in time, he did, and to make matters even worse, Luca knew he did. "What if he 'congratulates' us on finally dating, or something?! He doesn't think we're dating, right? Right?! ..damnit, Casper! Just speak!" His thoughts continued to run on, while his incoherent stammering likewise continued.
Opting instead to shut his mouth for the moment and 'compose' himself as much as was possible, he dropped one of his arms from Alex and angled his body to face Luca. Taking a deep breath, as Alex would no doubt remind him to do if his stammering continued, he finally managed to squeak out "..not interrupting anything, no, no! We only just ran into each other, is all! This, uh...this is Alex! Alex - Luca, Luca - Alex!"
Alex slightly started in surprise at the sudden voice of another person. Pulling away from Caspy to look at the stranger that had addressed them, she was momentarily confused. She didn't recognize the tall boy at all. Was he new? But he had called out Caspy's name which meant he knew him right? Maybe he was a new member... Alex didn't get much time to dwell on it when she was pulled from her inner musings by Caspy's slight stuttering. Man, Caspy must be really embarrassed if he's rambling. I mean I know he doesn't like to be publicly affectionate but it'll be okay, we'll clear it up.
Concerned, the girl shifted her green eyes upward to look at her best friend with worry and placed her hands on his arm, one on his wrist and the other rubbing his upper arm, hoping it would calm him down. After a few moments, Caspy finally calmed down enough to utter out a small reply. Smiling in relief, Alex continued to rub his arm just a little bit longer knowing that he was still a little frazzled even after he had answered. He smiled at her which was the sign that he was okay now and that he appreciated her help. Giving a reassuring one back, Alex removed her hands and turned to address this Luca person.
Walking up to him, she faintly smiled in greeting before holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you. And don't worry, you weren't interrupting anything. Caspy and I are best friends and we hadn't seen each other for a while, that's all. Do you two know each other?" As Alex waited for Luca's response, she took a moment to look at him. He was a lot taller than she had originally thought and was cute now that she could see him up close. Also, she noticed he had a British accent when he spoke before. What was a guy like him doing here?
An aha! moment went through Luca's mind when he recognized the name "Alex". After all, Casper and Luca have only been best friends for years now, and all year Casper had been gushing about a girl named Alex. And now, Luca had accidentally walked into Casper hugging an "Alex" very tightly and intimately. Coincidence? Luca didn't think so. But from the way Casper had panicked slightly, Luca perceived that as of now, there was nothing going on between them... Yet. And of course, Luca would've been the first to know if they were an item.
Luca would have to ask Casper to elaborate upon this later.
As for now, he directed his attention to Alex. This was the first time that Luca was able to put a face to the name.
"Oh! What a coincidence. Well, excuse me ma'am, there must be some sort of mistake. You see, I'm Casper's best friend so you couldn't possibly be." Luca teased with a warm smile as he grasped Alex's hand in both of his own. Perhaps it was a bit too presumptuous to tease someone he just met, but it was Luca's subtle attempt to diffuse the awkward air. "I suppose that we must come to a compromise of sorts about this. And no Miss Alex... The pleasure is all mine."
Shooting a sly grin at Casper, he asked "Shall I embrace you too, Caspy? After all, I'm also a best friend that you haven't seen in quite a while. If this is how you greet all of your close friends, I'm afraid that we must've been doing it a bit wrong!" Luca couldn't resist the urge to tease Casper as well.
Breathing a sigh of relief after hearing the two speak, Casper shifted his weight against the doorframe to the bathroom, looking on. Of course, Luca handled the situation perfectly, and Casper's worrying proved unjustified. He almost felt somewhat guilty for even worrying about Luca 'dropping him in it', or letting him down in any sort of way. He never had before, and he certainly didn't now.
He couldn't help but laugh as he overheard Luca addressing Alex, and he gradually made his way toward the duo, "Heck--..or, more appropriately for our British compadre, 'Golly Gosh!' Try not to fight over me when you reach the compromise." Positively beaming at the sight of quite literally his closest friends in the entire world finally being together, he turned his attention to Luca, mocking a laugh, "Ha ha ha. So very funny." Returning a sly grin, he promptly continued on, "..in the Blue cabin, Luca? I ought to report you. Sneaking around like this! ..but, thanks for coming along, honestly."
It was when he uttered those last words that he suddenly remembered why Luca had turned up in the first place. The leadership meeting. His hair was a mess. Richard. The few, precious minutes of bliss were well and truly over, and he couldn't help but voice his concerns. "Crud! Bugger! ..breakfast, the leadership meeting! ..and I still haven't even unpacked my things! Ugh!" Casper let out a huff of annoyance, turning his back to the two for a moment to cast his gaze over to his suitcases, untouched since he lay them against the bunkbed. Spinning on his heel to face the two once more, he declared "Okay. Okay. We need to get breakfast! ..and then I need to sort out my things..or, will I even have time to do that and fix my hai-" Casper cut himself off with another huff of exasperation, throwing his hands up somewhat, as if he were surrendering to the fates. "Breakfast! Can we go get breakfast?"
The first thing Alex noticed was how big Luca's hands were. They felt nice wrapped around her own small, delicate hand. Oh geez, he's so cute and funny and... wait, did he just say he was Caspy's best friend? Being pulled out of her brief daze, the shorter girl furrowed her brows in confusion. However, before she could question why she hadn't met him before if they shared a mutual best friend, the English boy had stilled her heart once more.
Alex was granted a brief moment to collect her thoughts as Luca addressed Caspy. What was that suppose to mean? Was he just being polite like the English stereotype or actually flirty? A part of her wished it was the latter. Subconsciously, she placed a hand over her chest. But wait, what was up with Caspy not telling her that he had another 'best friend?' For a second, worry washed over her. Was Luca a better friend than her? Did Caspy withhold this information from her for some reason? Pushing those thoughts away, she turned to the two boys teasing each other. Well they certainty seemed to get along really well.
"Caspy!" she exclaimed before taking his hands into hers. "It's fine. We have plenty of time. Come on, let's go get breakfast and when we have the time, I'll help you unpack because I'm your best friend and we're in the same cabin which means we're meant to be together." Toward the end, she turned to face Luca with a mock smirk before dragging her best friend toward the dining hall. She'd ask him about Luca later.
"Well, I did sneak into the Blue Cabin to help you unpack Casp," Luca sighed, jamming his hands into his pockets. "But if you're meant to be together, by all means. I don't want to sit by and watch you two lovebirds fuss about how you're going to decorate your home."
With a wry smile, he trailed behind the two at a slower pace. Casp and Alex seemed to be in their own world, and Luca wasn't really fond of being a third wheel. Being the nice guy that he was, his friends back in England would often drag him to dates that they didn't really want to go on and he had more than enough of THAT experience.
It seems that things were going to be interesting this year. Very interesting indeed. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,361 | 146 | 17 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Alexandria Novak
Location: Dining Hall
Interacting With: Luca Cardwell | Casper Fawn | Stacey Hampton | Richard King | Malcolm Okada
It didn't take long for the group of three to make it to the dining hall. As they walked, Alex wondered how many people had already arrived at the hall. She wasn't worried about finding someone to sit with like she had last night because she had Caspy with her. Hopefully Luca would want to sit with them too. She wouldn't mind getting to know him a little better. Having her thoughts wander to the tall Englishman, she recalled something that he and Caspy had mentioned a few times while they were back in the room. They had implied that Luca wasn't in the blue team and it didn't seem like he was new (which she thought was odd because she had literally never seen him before). What team was he in then? Would he sit with them instead? How many new campers were there this summer? Secretly, she hoped there weren't any.
"I don't think I should eat too much in case we have to do a lot today. I mean, it's already this hot this early in the morning so I'm thinking that it'll be--" Alex stopped short as they got close to the dining room's entrance. She would recognize that tall stature and blonde hair anywhere. Smiling, she unlinked her arm with Caspy's and ran up to Richard whose back was facing her, talking to somebody. Apparently it was Stacey who she knew wouldn't be too happy about having their conversation interrupted. Looking up in contemplation for a short moment, she shrugged before ramming into the tall boy's back. "Hey, watch it, asshole!" she yelled at him, crossing her arms and waiting for him to turn around. Smirking, she quirked an eyebrow once she came face to face with "the King." | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,362 | 146 | 18 | 2,685 | 1,126 | Lil Ashbourne
Location: Arriving
Interacting With: Jessica and Cas
Excitement welled up in Lil's belly as she pulled up to the check in station at Camp Liberty. She was so ready to be at camp, she had been all year. Still she was nervous. She could tell because she had rattled on to the cab driver the entire ride. He look very annoyed at this point. Quickly, anxious to get all her stuff into her cabin, Lil tossed him some money and shoved open the door to the cab. Standing up, her head slammed into the roof of the car. A loud thump resounded through the car, causing the driver to look back at her in concern. Knowing she just made herself look like an idiot, she giggled, trying to forget the pain and hurried to grab her bags.
Lil rushed through the paperwork in registration as fast as she could, forgetting to sign twice. She had made the mistake of sticking her identification at the bottom of her bag, and had to pull out almost every article of clothing to find it. When she finally did, she flashed it to the registrators, she had no idea if that was a real word, but it's what she called them, and bounced out of the room on the way to her cabin.
The weather was astoundingly hot, much to Lil's disappointment. She had hoped that maybe for some reason it would be cold this summer. Heavens knows she packed for the cold. She always did. What was she going to use her giant hoodie for now? The only thing people would think of her if she wore it, would be that she was insane.
Finally she stepped up to the front door of the cabin and kicked it open with her foot. Her arms were so covered in items that there was no way she could have open them with her hands. Making her way to the nearest bunk, she tossed everything on top of it. She could worry about putting stuff away later. For now it would just have to lay in a cluttered heap. Besides, it wasn't like greens were known for their cleanliness. Speaking of greens, with a disappointed look she saw her room was nearly empty. Only one other bed had clothes on it. Well at least she would have someone to bond with. Better than having the cabin to herself.
With a start, Lil jumped as her phone went off in her pocket.
To: His Royal Majesty, Jackass the First (King) | The Friendly Ghost (Casper) | Stace | Apply Cold Water to that CHRISTIAN BURN(s) | Twinkle Toes (Sebastian) | Pretty Boy (Malcolm) | Lil' Lil | Leannie (Leah) | Cass | The Gentleman (Luca)
It's CAMP SEASON! Can't wait to see u all <3 heading towards the Main Hall, see u there? ily :*
Jessica
Lil's face lit up like a christmas tree while reading the text. She was so glad that there was someone else at this camp that was just as excited as her. Quickly, with a wide smile plastered across her face, she tapped out a reply.
To: Jessica
From: Lil
Let's get this party started!!!
She stopped and thought for a moment, before deciding who she wanted to meet up with the most. There was only one person that she could think of.
To: Cas
From: Lil
Hey! Just got to camp, so excited to see you! Do we have a cabin leader meeting soon? | Lil Ashbourne
“You've got to hand it to us short people, usually cause we can't reach it.”
-Lil AshbourneT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Lilian Alexandra Ashbourne
|Nickname|
Lil. She likes this nickname because it is a representation of her name and her height in one.
|Birth Date|
04/12/98
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Um... Yes, definitely yes.
|Relationship Status|
Actively looking.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team GreenA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
The most predominant feature about Lil is her height. She is tiny, only standing 5'2". Unlike most people Lil loves being short, utilizing it to make her look innocent. While fit, she would never be described as athletic or muscular. Her stomach is flat, but it is doubtful she could manage a single pullup. Besides her height she is proud of the curvy assets of her body.
As for Lil's face, she has long bright red hair that stands out with her incredibly pale complexion. When wet, her hair reaches down to her lower back. Her nose is small and slightly tilted up. Splattered lightly across her nose and cheeks are pale freckles. Her eyes are bright blue, always opened wide and innocent looking.
|Clothing Style|
Lil's favorite type of weather is the cold. Winter and fall are the best. It is the perfect time for borrowing giant hoodies from boys to compliment her tiny stature. However, as it is summer and it is mostly hot she wears a lot of shorts and tank tops. When she goes on hikes she switches into jeans to prevent getting stickers in her socks. Just in case, Lil did pack some of her cold weather clothes. She hopes that at some of the parties, that she definitely will be attending, and late night activities it will be cold enough for her to wear them. Lil loves to wear blue. It is her favorite color and immediately makes her happy when she wears it. This often confuses people because they think she is a part of the blue team, when she really is a part of the green.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Lil's only scar is a small cut through her eyebrow that she got when she ran through the sliding glass door. As for piercings she has several in both ears. The left ear has four and the right has two. She also has a piercing going through her belly button. Besides that, she isn't interested in getting any more piercings. She is waiting to be a bit older before giving herself a tattoo because she wants to make sure she doesn't regret it later.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being short
✔Cuddling
✔Cold nights
✔Big sweaters
✔Flirting
✔The color blue
✔Going to parties
✔Scary movies
✘Working out
✘Party poopers
✘Being alone
✘The heat
✘Long periods of physical activities
✘Team Grey
✘Onions
|Hobbies|
1. Going to parties. Whether she's throwing them or showing up, you can count on her to be a tiny bundle of excitement and fun.
2. Flirting.
3. Listening to music that's upbeat.
|Habits|
1. Tucking her hair behind her left ear.
2. Drumming her fingers when there is nothing to do.
3. Rambling.
|Fears|
☠Being alone.
☠Not being liked.
☠Tight spaces.
☠Spiders.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Insecure ♦ Happy ♦ Bubbly ♦ Excited ♦
Lil is one of the happiest people you will ever meet. She is bubbly and excited, with a huge smile shining across her face. She loves to make people laugh, though sometimes her methods seem a little cynical and are often at others expense. If there is a party you can count on Lil being there. She gives off a very upbeat vibe that makes other people happy to be around her. Plus she always knows where the contraband is.
On a deeper level, Lil is not as happy as she seems. She is scared of being by herself, alone with her thoughts. Secretly she believes that everyone will leave her eventually, and she can't stand those thoughts. The only way she knows to get rid of them is to constantly be talking to other people, to keep her mind off the ever building loneliness. So she walks around with a big smile and makes others laugh, hoping desperately they'll do the same for her.
|Place of Origin|
Marin, California.
|History|
Lil was born the only child into a happy family. Her mother and father were deeply in love and everything seemed like it was going great. That was until, Lil's second birthday. Her mother was driving home from work, hoping she wouldn't be late for her brilliant daughter's party. Only a few minutes from home, a driver in front of her lost control and tumbled their car. Lil's mother swerved to avoid the car and ran into a phone post. She was thrown from the car, killed on impact.
Having never really knew her mother, Lil grew up feeling like she was always missing something. Her father was still kind and happy, but there was always a hidden sadness to him that seemed to rub off onto her. Still the two of them grew up to depend on each other. They became best friends, as her father was just like her, bubbly and excited, when he wasn't thinking about her mother.
When Lil turned fourteen, her father sent her to summer camp. He thought it would be a good experience for her as he always loved camping when he was younger. He also secretly thought it might make her a little less lonely if she stuck around people during the summer. At first she was hesitant but she quickly fell in love with the experience and went back every year since. Last year when she was seventeen she became the group leader of team green.
|Extra|
bonfires are the best part of summer, hands down.
|Theme Song|
Migraine – Twenty One Pilots
”Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat” |
5,363 | 146 | 19 | 2,504 | 144 | Location... Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie
”Yeah, driving through the changes in the weather was inspiring.” The thunderstorms, the dry heat, everything and nothing in between. And late at night on an empty stretch of highway, she'd roll down her window and listen to the crickets and hoppers chirp their summer heat tune. It was a great drive. It took a week of constant driving, it drained a bit of her savings, but it was worth it, she told herself adamantly. It was worth it because she wasn't buying drugs.
Unsurprisingly, breakfast was devoured in silence. Low had never been a chatty girl and unless something mystical happened this year things would stay the same. There was a comfort in the idea of slow change, fast and furious was not her style. Even though she'd led a life of tell-tale drugs and had essentially become the camps 'creature feature', the recovering girl was not a party animal, she did not scope the scene for attractive boys and girls. Rather, simply, she got her high and laid somewhere alone, shivering and sweating the self-concocted misery of man-made drug away.
To hear that Ollie was proud of her made a tiny bird in her heart swell and sing. It was a tiny tune that danced in her blue eyes, a smile passed, covered only for the fact she might have had food on her teeth. They messaged frequently, but they rarely Skype'd or called over the phone. Neither had the time or capacity to keep a piece of technology pressed against their ears besides music. Speaking of, she turned the volume down on her phone, tapped the standard music app and loaded a song she'd freshly discovered the other day.
”You might like it,” I mean... I do. Low offered bashfully, the last thought hinted on the edge of her sentence, picking apart the English muffin on her plate. They liked a lot of things together. It was surprising they hadn't put Low on Gray, or Ollie on Green. Of course, their friendship wasn't as petty as that. After the song ran through she closed the app entirely and tucked her cat-cased phone away, missing her own at home. Her psychologist had offered to take care of her smush-faced baby for her, even going as far as to take her into their own home for the summer.
'A pet helps', they said. If only they allowed her to take her precious cat to camp. It would have been less traumatizing to lose her cat to the forest than to someone busting into her home looking for drugs. She'd saved Pagan a few times from disaster, tucking into the water closet while people ransacked her home. They never took anything, as she kept everything simple. There was no tv, no computer. Just her phone which she always kept close to her person.
Blue eyes met her friends shaded own with a joyous crinkle. A piece of english muffin passed glossed lips. She hadn't put anything dark on them just yet. That was for the afternoons and nights. At least, that's what she read on a make-up blog. | Alexandria Novak
“Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.”
-Michael Scott, The OfficeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexandria Emily Novak
|Nickname|
Alex; no one calls her Alexandria because nobody calls anyone by that name
|Birth Date|
04.04.1998
|Age|
Seventeen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Alex has a mousy type face with small and gentle features. Her eyes are a big and vibrant green that look amazing emphasized by eyeliner and mascara. She has a nose that is thin and long, coming to a small point at the end with thin lips. Relatively pale, her skin tone compliments by contrasting with her dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Usually she leaves it down in messy tendrils since it's medium length and doesn't get in the way much. Alex is of average height, standing at 5'5, seemingly either a few inches taller than some of the girls or a few shorter. Very thin, Alex doesn't feel self conscious about the size of her assets. Porn stars have the supposed ideal body type; models are small.
|Clothing Style|
Alex dresses for the weather. Since it's summer and it's hot, she wears tank tops and short shorts. However, she much prefers to wear her mini skirts or summer dresses. She also brought a few pair of jeans and leggings in case the mosquitoes were feeling extra vicious on certain days. Alex only packed a few pairs of shoes: two casual slip ons (Vans and Sperrys) and a pair of tennis shoes that probably won't be used too much. She loves rings and wears an abundance of diverse bracelets on her right wrist.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alex has both lobes pierced but usually doesn't wear earrings because they get caught in her hair.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Celebrities
✔Boys
✔Money
✔Sarcasm
✔Sports
✔Bracelets
✔Beauty
✘Summer
✘Outdoors
✘Sweating
✘Mosquitoes
✘Campfires and anything associated
✘Pep
✘Aggression
|Hobbies|
Biking
Reading
Singing
Watching animal videos on YouTube
|Habits|
Cussing
Flirting
Expressing indignation and disgust
|Fears|
☠Snakes
☠Drowning
☠GhostsD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Shallow ♦ Bitter ♦ Ignorant ♦ Opinionated ♦ Naive ♦ Spoiled ♦
No one's going to say that Alex is their favorite camper. She always appears unhappy and when someone actually talks to her, it seems like the only thing that comes out of her mouth is some form of criticism. However, she does have a hidden sense of humor and affinity for laughter behind that first barrier of silence and indifference. Despite the fact that she's the poster child for the perception of the Blue Team, she's actually quite a poor fit. Alex isn't competitive in the least bit. No, she doesn't think everyone's a winner nor having fun is the real prize. She simply doesn't find any point to put in the effort for something as pointless as a camping competition for what, literally nothing.
Alex is surprisingly sweet and sensitive. She wants all the other campers to like her but isn't really quite sure how to approach it. Sometimes when she makes the rare effort, it's either the wrong way or with the wrong person. However, that doesn't mean that she can't easily be deceived due to her naivety. There is a danger to her though: she is a resentful soul to those who hurt her. Once she personally hates you, her determination to get you back could rival even the most competitive campers.
Ironically the first thing that is noticeable about Alex is that she's extremely shallow. You'll never catch her without makeup on and she would much rather be late to events than go out with bad hair. A flaw that she has is how easily she is appeased by another's physical appearance. Much of how she initially feels about you is based on how attractive she finds you. Also, don't put anything reflective near her because you can bet she'll be checking herself out with no shame. Why would you have shame when you look this good?
|Place of Origin|
Seattle, WA
|History|
Alexandria's personality and attitude illustrate everything there is to know about her past. Only child, pampered princess, oh so ignorant to the way the real world works. Her parents were never really home due to their constantly busy careers. Her father is a coach for the Mariners and her mother is a neurologist. With her father gone for six months traveling the country and her mother coming home late from shifts from the hospital, the house was very quiet when Alex would come home. However, it wasn't like it was any different during the rare occasions all three were actually together. There wasn't much to talk about since it had been so long since anyone knew what the other was doing. Well, at least Alex would never have to worry about her parents splitting up. They were good like this; content and stagnant.
To take care of their daughter as best as they could since they were not around, Alex's parents supported her through the money they were making. After all, that was the whole reason they took on their jobs, right? Alex saw the bright side of it: she never had to do any activity since her parents didn't have the time to take care to practices or recitals or whatever it would have been. However, maybe if they had, Alex would have been able to discover her potential for singing. They also didn't know what she was doing so she could do whatever. Most of the kids in her situation, the ones she attends the high class private school with, made the best of it and got to party with all the fun accessories. Alex would have probably fell into the same loop if she wasn't so reclusive and shy.
However, she didn't get to become the way she is without her share of demons. Last year, before summer began, a family friend visited and brought their son. It was the first time Alex met him. Andrew was an edgy photographer living in a New York apartment paid by his parents. Over the month they were visiting, the two got closer together and when he was returning to the other side of the coast, he offered to take Alex to spend the rest of the summer there since she wasn't doing anything in Seattle and her parents weren't planning on taking a break from their careers. They could only spoil their daughter so much. A month and a half alone with a boy six years her senior on the other side of the country? They didn't think so.
So they looked up for something quick to busy her for the rest of the summer and found Camp Liberty. They thought it would be the perfect plan for her. She would get physical exercise and maybe meet new friends and it was close enough they could be there if something happened. And, most importantly, it prevented her from seeing her new boyfriend. Alex didn't get enough time to know everybody and get familiar with the way things worked the first time since she came in more than halfway through the camp. And since her parents are doing the same thing this year, she'll get the whole summer to redo.
|Extra|
No. School.
Unlike most of the other campers, Alex likes to watch sports, not play them.
|Theme Song|
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
"But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" |
5,364 | 146 | 20 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Location: Dining Hall then Red Cabin.
Interacting With: Malcolm Oskada(unfortunately) - | Richard King - | Sebastian Reyes, Christian Burns | Leah Willoughby - Before Stacey heard Malcolm or Richard's reply to her questions, she started thinking about her own responses to their counter questions and even Leah's questions before she left the table. Speaking of Leah, she saw Sebastian making a scene while she talked to Christian and just shook her head at the display. 'Always goofing off, that Sebastian.' She thought to herself, biting her lip slightly in a bit of a nervous manner. She'd have to get Leah alone after the team leader meeting and see how are things with her boyfriend and other real life problems that they often discussed.
Her thoughts went to the back of her head when she got a text from Jessica and read it, letting everyone know that she'd be in the dining hall in a few. Stacey didn't bother responding as it was a group text and she didn't want to be the first one to respond. She laughed to herself at the thought then looked over at Malcolm as he parted his mouth to hopefully reply to her question. And of course, there's that sass that she certainly did not miss that seeped over his lips. She made a face then smiled towards him, which wasn't easy but people knew that she could kill someone with her smile. When Malcolm was done with his dramatic answer, she cleared her throat before answering him.
"Well, since you seem to have all of the answers, Malcolm, I guess you should already know how I am doing, right?" She quirked a brow over at him when he pulled out his cell phone then turned to King, whom she liked more than Malcolm right about now. She blushed at King's response then lowered her head to the ground then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, since you asked nicely..." She briefly turned towards Malcolm while saying those words. "I've been great. Never better actually. Just excited for my last year at Camp, you know. I hope to make this summer one to remember." She said with a smile then looked over towards the table, where Leah, Sebastian and Christian was sitting then looked back towards King. "Alright, well, I'll let you guys go get some breakfast. Just had to come over and see my favorite guy." She said while reaching up and giving Richard a hug then walking Malcolm, purposely bumping into him without looking back for his reaction.
She walked over towards the table and sat down beside Leah, again. "Hey, sorry. I just had to see King and I am not Mal's biggest fan right now but who cares, right?" She eyed Sebastian with a smile and offered him a wave. "Let me guess, media room earlier this morning?" One thing she really knew about Sebastian, who nodded his head in response, was that he was a gaming nerd and always caught him in the media room. She looked up and saw Sable walk past them and sit off by herself. She wanted to go over there but decided against as she had to get ready for the team leader meeting coming up.
"I'll see you guys. Got to go and get my notes for the team leader meeting. Hopefully Rashad will listen to me ramble about my ideas." She laughed then waved at them as she trailed off, walking out of the main hall and towards the red cabin now, where she did indeed unpack and left her binder of notes sitting on her bed as she flipped through it, practicing on how to say it towards Rashad.
Location: Dining Hall.
Interacting With: Sebastian Reyes | Leah Willoughby - | Sable Santiago - Christian had made Leah giggle and it made him smile, honestly. She had a cute little giggle. Hearing her response, he nodded his head and gave her a thumbs up then continued on listening to her. "Yeah, I registered last week but started today. So, newbie number one right before your eyes. Hope this was the right decision to make." He said while looking towards Stacey as she ran off to meet with some guy. "Boyfriend of hers?" He inquired but then shrugged his shoulders. "Never mind, it's none of my business." Christian said while playing over his food now.
"Nice and I got put in team..." He didn't even answer as a guy came over and slammed his plate on the table, causing him to jump slightly but then play it off as if he didn't. Leah was the first one to comment but then, Christian knew the guy and they both hugged each other then sat back down, rambling on and on and even completely forgetting that Leah was sitting mere inches away from them. They both turned to look and her then looked at each other then back at her as she made a comment then asked them a question. As before responding they both looked down at their phone, reading a message then shrugging their shoulders before they went back to rambling among themselves then eyed Leah again. Sebastian parted his lips to speak first.
"I'd totally cheat on you for this hunk of perfection right here." Sebastian winked over towards Christian then shook his head with an eye roll. "I think what Sebastian is trying to say is, who could ever cheat on someone as beautiful as you." He flashed a beaming, charming smile over towards Leah then looked at Sebastian, who made a gagging gesture. "If you want to get with this one..." He pointed his thumb towards Leah then leaned over and covered his hand over his mouth. "You have to have the moolah. You know, money." Sebastian chuckled and looked at Leah with a wink. "I highly doubt that. But we met back at a dance camp over Spring Break and man, can I say that I was intrigue with his moves and him, in general." Christian laughed as Sebastian nodded his head.
"True that. That dance camp was amazing. I look forward to returning back." Sebastian offered as Christian gave a thumbs up. "Me too." Christian responded as they noticed Stacey making her return to the table, speaking a few words to Leah and waving Sebastian before trailing off again. "Damn, she be on the go, huh?" Christian said then looked at a female in passing as she went over and sat by herself.
Sebastian eyed Sable then excused himself from the table then went over and immediately removed one headphone from her ear. "Hey, is everything okay? Why are you so distant from us? From everyone." He asked her while biting his lip and waiting for a response. Christian stared at Leah with a raised brow. "Want to come and take a walk with me by the lake?" He offered her a chance to respond but was getting up from his seat and holding his hand out towards her. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,365 | 146 | 21 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With: Alex Novak | Richard King | Luca Cardwell | Lil Ashbourne
Eugh. He was here, after all. A small, no, a large part of him had hoped that Richard would've skipped camp this year for whatever reason. It would make things so much easier. Sharing a cabin with him was going to be, quite literally hell, as it had been the past years they'd been forced into the same cabin. Though, even moreso now that he had been appointed leader, Casper knew that he would have to attempt the impossible task of 'appeasing' Richard, and avoiding any confrontations. As far as Casper was concerned, he'd have more luck trying to climb Mount Everest without oxygen.
Seeing Alex and Richard together, he found himself naturally rolling his eyes. Even more than that, Casper wouldn't put it down as an exaggeration to say that seeing the two together, particularly when they were acting so friendly toward one another, made him feel physically sick. "How. How, could anybody like that hot-headed, brash...arrogant--..piece of--..ugh!" Surely, Casper thought, he couldn't be the only one with such insight. Was he really the only one who saw Richard for what he was?
Turning around to face Luca, he rolled his eyes visibly once more before jerking a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of Alex and Richard,
"So that's Alex...and Richard, unfortunately. Sorry 'bout dragging you to the Cabin, only to come back here, by the way. Alex popped up outta' nowhere after I sent a, admittedly, panic-ridden text your way. You two'd probably get along, though! ...but, uh, anyway, have you eaten already? Besides, even if you have, we totally still need to chat while I eat breakfast! ...preferably with our backs to those two."
Idly reaching into his pocket to check over his phone, Casper noticed he had somehow missed the arrival of several messages. His phone enjoyed playing cruel tricks on him, it seemed, and Casper swears his phone 'vibrates' even when no text has been sent to him, and that when indeed he is contacted, his phone stays silent as a mouse.
From: ♥ Lil' (Bundle of Joy)
Hey! Just got to camp, so excited to see you! Do we have a cabin leader meeting soon?
Casper smiled softly to himself as he read through the message, and for once, didn't fall into panic at the mention of a leader's meeting. Knowing Lil' would be going in with him was particularly reassuring, and would not doubt bring a less 'intimidating-formal' vibe to the meeting as a whole. The two had always been close friends, and Casper found it simply impossible to worry about anything when she was around. Who could be grumpy, or stressed around her? She was so upbeat, that simply being around her was enough to cheer up Casper, no matter what situation he was in. He quickly set about writing a reply, eager to meet her,
To: ♥ Lil' (Bundle of Joy)
hi Liiiiil! I'm in the dining hall atm, about to get some breakfast. my stomach will never forgive me if i don't feed it soon! are you gonna be stopping by for some foooood? if not, I'll see you at the meeting anyway--..oh, yeah! obvious now, but meant to say, we do have a leader's meeting coming up! super nervous, but I think we can totally manage it together! woo, team blue-green! ..team...bleen? grue?
See you soon! :) :)
Happy with his reply, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and cast one more glance toward Alex and Richard. Yep. He still wanted to throw up. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,366 | 146 | 22 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: , Dining Hall
Interacting With: Stacey Hampton, Christian Burns, Sebastian Reyes Jessica Wilson
Looking at Christian; Leah noticed his bright and beaming smile. There was just something about his smile that made her want to smile brightly back and she did. Listening to him, she was nodding along to his words taking it in. "Hopefully, you'll like it here. It's like a second home to me. I don't know a single person that dislikes coming here...or staying." she told him, hopefully that might make him feel more at ease about staying at Camp Liberty and decide if it was the right choice or not. As he asked her about Stacey and King, Leah shrugged slightly. Truth be told, she didn't really care about King's relationship/s, she just knew that Stacey was his friend. Despite him saying it was non of his business, she answered anyways "Just, friends I think. I don't really keep record of who King dates." As she talked with Chris, she felt her phone buzz a few times. Flipping through the texts, she smiled when she saw a text from Jess.
To: Jessie-Boo ♥
From: Leannie
'I can't wait to catch up with you later. I missed you xox :)
Noticing Sable pass them; Leah gave her a slight wave but she focused on the conversation between her and the boys. She tickled Sebastian's ear playfully as she smirked at him with a slight raised eyebrow. "Yeah...yeah tough guy." she shook her head but blushed noticeably red when she heard Christian's words. Leah bit her bottom lip slightly, but shyly averted his gaze for a few moments. She wasn't really sure why, but part of her was pulling away slightly. It was like an internal conflict at times. It seemed like there was one person that was gladly cheating on Leah and that was her boyfriend Tristan, sadly not known to Leah's knowledge just yet. As she heard Sebastian talking to Chris about money if he wanted to date her, she shook her head rolling her eyes into the back of her head. "Oh my god...why do you have to be such a Gubber?!" she asked, with a laugh. Her English accent seemed to be more thick, as she pronounced the last word.
As she learned the two boys met at Dance Camp; she looked surprised and she smiled softly at Christian. "You dance?" she looked somewhat impressed and curious. Smiling, she nodded "I know, Sebastian's got some moves. she acknowledged with a nod. When Stacey walked over, Leah looked up at her Best-Friend and gave her a reassuring smile. "I understand, I may not like him but he's your friend. I am fine." she reassured her, patting her hand softly. Nodding, she gave her a thumbs up "Good luck, I'll catch up with you after." she waved to Stacey who went to prepare for the Team meeting.
Seeing Sebastian go check on Sable...her frenemy from the Team Gray. Leah couldn't help the blush at Christian's offer. "Sure, why not. I suppose, you might need a tour-guide?" Leah asked, biting her lip slightly. She wasn't sure how much of the Campus he already knew, or had time to explore himself. As she stood up, her hand slipped into his without really thinking about it. His hand felt soft, warm...but their hands fitted perfectly together which caused her to blush. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,367 | 146 | 23 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Location: Dining Hall
Interacting with: Casper Fawn
Luca gave a small chuckle as he clapped Casper on his shoulder. "I believe you mate. I can get to know Alex a bit later. Let's get some food in us now. I haven't eaten because you know how I feel about airplane food. There's an open table over there. " He pointed at a table some distance away from King and his crew. "Everything is going to be alright, yeah?"
Luca led the slightly fuming Casper away from his rivals. He had a lot to worry about, and while Luca couldn't quite alleviate his best friend's problems, he knew that he could at least take his mind off of them for a little while. In all honesty, Luca didn't completely hate King. While he was a bit much to hang out with all the time, he wasn't a complete jerk. Of course, he would never admit it out loud to Casp. Luca was most loyal to Casper after all.
"So... You and Alex. What's the situation there?" Luca asked as he filled his plate with American breakfast food. "Seems like you two are a lot closer than you've told me."
Location: Dining Hall
Interacting With: Leah
Despite that brief gloomy moment when she was unpacking, Jessica was once more full of energy and excitement. Her phone buzzed multiple times with the replies to her mass texts, and with a smile, she scrolled through them all. While normally, she would reply... It was time to go see everyone and reply in person. There were so many things that she wanted to talk to everyone and ask them about. How was school? Any juicy gossip going on? Mostly, Jess wanted to hug everyone and tell them how much she missed them.
Before entering the Dining Hall, she took a quick selfie and posted it onto her Snapchat Story with the caption: Time for Camp! Jessica plans to take so many pictures of everyone and everything. Maybe she'll eventually make a scrapbook, who knows? Her instagram will definitely be filled up.
Summer was magical to Jessica. A time in which she could be free of all worries and stress, and the time to spend surrounded by her closest friends. She paused for a moment outside the doors to the Dining Hall to build up the anticipation. Then she burst through the doors, grinning at all of the familiar faces.
"Hey y'all!"
She was tempted to go over to Leah, but saw that she was having a moment with Christian. With a small smile, she quickly typed out a reply.
To: Leannie
I'll catch up with you later girly, you look a little occupied right now ;)
There was plenty of time to catch up, and other people to chat with. She would have a chance to talk to Leah indepth later. | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,368 | 146 | 24 | 83 | 270 | Katsuya Bogdani
Location: Outside Main Hall; Dinning Hall
Interacting With: Her own delusions, Jessica Wilson, Ollie ,& Elowen
Berlin is a city severed straight down the middle; this literal division between west and east only further infects the gaping wound that has plagued Germany since its defeat at the hands of the allied powers in the First Great War and its clear to the majority of the populace that fascism had been as effective as a magical elixir peddled by the local quack in treating this identity crisis. A fog of nihilism blankets the once great city like a cloud of mustard gas whittling away at the emotions all; well, perhaps not everyone’s emotions because one happens to find love even in the strangest places…especially in the strangest of places.
The Lounge Singer clad in a bright white suit stood in a back alley underneath fluorescent sign that flashed the English word ‘Here’; just thinking of the sign brought a smile to The Lounge Singer’s face knowing that most tourists would take some philosophical or symbolic meaning out such meaningless phraseology. The Lounge Singer brought a lit cigarette up to his mouth and rolled it between her lips before finally allowing it to settle in the corner of his mouth. The androgynous figure was of course waiting for a woman, but not just any woman The Lounge Singer was waiting for The American that had stolen the proverbial key to his heart. Being a lounge singer one would of course cater to an audience that perhaps would continue an attractive person or two, however none ever matched the beauty of The American; yes, it was still true that The Lounge Singer had a habitual hatred of tourists and he at first dismissed The American as just another mindless rube looking to profit off of German misery, but she was different and deep down he always knew it. Damn her for stirring up such confliction within him, but if she be damned than damn him as well. At last the familiar frame of The American turned down the alley, The Lounge Singer could even smell the sweetness of her perfume; the look on her face indicated she wanted to hear the first song he sang to her…their song so The Lounge Singer softly began cooing the lyrics to Roxy Music’s 2HB …
“Words don’t express my meaning
Notes could not spell out the score
But finding not keeping’s the lesson
Here’s looking at you, kid.”
========
Katsuya flashed back to reality before the daydream could go any further. Did she really start daydreaming again? Was she blushing? Of course she was totally blushing, curse her stupid rival for making her experience a sense of utter blissfulness; this was pure psychological warfare and strictly prohibited by the Geneva Convention. Speaking of Jessie after showing off her perfectly toned gymnastic skills she was so close that Kat could just reach out and run her fingers through that soft blonde hair, so she could pull it of course because archrivals do not fantasies about such nonsensical things. Kat quickly put on the guise of being irritated to cover her obvious crushing.
Wow, what a showoff Jessie! Making the rest of us peasants feel bad about our lack of gymnastic skills. I bet you are oh so flexible….erm I mean I bet you expect a round of applause for that beautif…horrible performance. Well read my lips…you are not getting any such thing from me. God, I don’t exist too just to reassure you of your own privilege. Kat scoffed under her breath before beating a strategic retreat into the dining hall before Jessica would have a chance to retaliate because too much escalation would only result in mutually assured destruction.
She let a loose an audible sigh of relief as she attempted to sneak into the dinning hall…attempted being the key words here as Kat was oblivious to the fact that doing poorly executed rolls in an attempt switch between cover drew more attention that if she had just walked between locations.
Once inside the dinning hall Kat preceded to nab an entire pot of coffee off a burner to quench her insatiable thrist for the beverage in question; she briefly considered grabbing a second pot of Java, but ultimately decided that would be rather rude and some people were already giving her nasty looks. Did these people not realize that a pot of coffee a day kept the boredom at bay; boo what a bunch of light weights. After crafting an equally ridiculous stack of pancakes topped with an unsettling amount of maple syrup carefully bounded towards Ollie and Low as they were really the only people that Kat felt comfortable sitting with as she was still trying to be all incognito after her encounter with Jessica.
"Greetings to my two favoritist people who happen to be in this room also dining on complimentary breakfast. Can you believe that the serve food this early? I mean wow. I am so excited, I am trembling. Ha! How did you like my stealthy approach, no one even saw me coming" Kat blurted out before abruptly sitting down, digging into her food and slurping her pot of coffee. | Katsuya Bogdani
“Ha! Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner!”
-Brian SladeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Katsuya Bogdani
|Nickname|
“Kat” – has become the preferred name of one Katsuya Bogdani because the masculine act of shorting the name to remove formality coupled with the feminine connotations of the nickname itself acts as a reflection of Katsuya’s androgyny; however, an equally viable scenario is that as a non-binary youth growing up in such an inhospitable place as Pittsburg the nickname “Kat” is an unfortunate byproduct of juvenile bullying by immature peers coupled with the intrinsic national desire to Americanize foreign sounding names. However, when asked about the origins of the nickname Katsuya has been known to weave conflicting tales in order to perpetuate the air of mystery that surrounds her.
|Birth Date|
October 16, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Androgyne (born male, prefers female pronouns)
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
GreyA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a name like Katsuya there are certain intrinsic expectations one might have of the person possessing this name however, in this case the name itself acts as a façade and nothing could prepare you for the bearer’s actual appearance. Identifying as an androgyne Katsuya has crafted her image to resemble the penultimate juxtaposition of masculine and feminine; so even upon closer inspection it is hard to tell if Katsuya is a flat chested girl or merely an effeminate looking boy. Katsuya has retained some oriental features despite being a child of an interracial marriage, though her pale skin is a product of seventeen years exposed to Pittsburg’s grueling winters coupled with an aversion to any outdoor activity rather than any genetic symptom. Katsuya is also rather petite standing at five feet ten inches and weighing only one hundred and five pounds; Katsuya takes pride in this as to her it is a physical representation of her androgyny. Another thing about Katsuya that one might notice is her teal dyed hair, but that is not a permanent feature as Katsuya changes the color of her hair every couple months as keeps people on their toes per say.
|Clothing Style|
Katsuya has packed a variety of different clothing options ranging from the tried-and-true tshirt and jeans combo to more formal dresses; being one that values spontaneity Katsuya made sure to pack a plethora of clothing related options. A special outfit in Katsuya’s wardrobe is a silk kimono weaved by her mother, needless to say that this rose-blossom tinted garment is only worn in moments of reverence.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Other than the golden hoop that is usually protruding from Katsuya’s right earlobe, she has no other distinguishing scars, tattoos, or piercings. G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Adventure
✔ Subverting Expectations
✔Theatricality
✔Admiration
✔Flirting
✔Admiration
✔Risk Taking
✔ Onigiri (Japanese Rice Balls)
✘ Ennui (Boredom)
✘ Criticism
✘Oppression/Micromanagement
✘Predictability
✘Intimacy
✘Stress
✘Routine
✘Intolerance
|Hobbies|
Composing songs for the post-ambient stage of her nonexistent music career
Rigorously doodling in her sketchpad
Critically Watching Cinema
Purposely getting herself lost in order to maximize exploration potential
Reading sappy romance novels and unironically crying at the end
|Habits|
Being fashionably late or extremely early; however, never showing up exactly on time
Giving vague or cryptic non-answers when asked a question, especially if a personal question is asked
Chewing on the end of writing implements
Gesturing with her hands while talking
|Fears|
☠Becoming complacent therefore allowing normalcy to seep into her life
☠ Being rejected by a romantic partner
☠ Working 9-to-5 for “The Man”
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Imaginative ♦ Artistic♦ Spontaneous ♦ Rebellious♦
Katsuya is disrespectful of any type of authority and feels like a hierarchy only hampers her ability to express herself as she sees fit at any given moment; this is problematic when working with others as she thrives off of subverting other’s expatiations of her. She is also to coin a fitting phrase an enigma wrapped in a riddle coated in enigma sauce because for example at times she can be blissfully unaware of social graces yet at the same time strive to challenge these conventions. Katsuya lives to pursue her passions regardless of the risks involved and coupled with her need for the admiration of this is a most dangerous concoction; an unnecessary theatrical risk outweighs simply finishing the task at hand with no incidents. Her eccentricity has a certain charm about it and she is adapt at finding the right compliment to break the resolve of those that would call her out; however, any criticism that is laid against her no matter how benign affects her on a personal level and she cannot help seeing it as an unwarranted attack.
|Place of Origin|
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
|History|
Katsuya’s was born to a family of immigrants; her father left Albania in 1991 disgusted with rampant corruption ushered in by reformism, while her mother arrived from Japan in the late eighties to pursue a career in avant-garde theater and escape from her traditionalist parents back home. Her father’s career as a one of the tristate area’s few Lacanian psychoanalysts coupled with his belief in the democratic family greatly influenced Katsuya’s upbringing in as far as it allowed her to develop in a rather liberal environment without the fear of punishment or judgement; in layman’s terms Lacanian psychoanalysis teaches that the human subject is created through social interaction and one must learn to vanquish the narcissistic illusions of the self, so in order not to deprive the child of important psychological development the Bogdani household was open to anybody and everybody. Therefore young Katsuya was raised amongst an endless stream of drifters, vagabonds, her father’s patients, wayward leftists, and so. This rotation of faces from all walks of life affected the young child especially those that belonged to her mother’s theater troupe; it was possible the repeat viewing of these neo-cabaret performances that allowed the child the enlightenment needed to appreciate the harmonious symmetry between the sexes and eventually identify as an androgyne.
School life has not been particularly easy for Katsuya and she has been the target of many a bully, yet she learned to endure by perpetuating a front of detachment and unpredictability; as an admitted attention-seeker and in constant need of an audience Katsuya is not above carrying out overly dramatic revenge schemes much to the chagrin of her father who believes she should rise above such ideology. Katsuya enjoys reveling in her sexual freedom, but deep downs she fears forming an emotional connection to someone else as that opens the door to complacency.
Katsuya’s enrolled in Camp Liberty this year after being spurred on by her father recounting a long-winded story about his own years toiling in the Communist Youth building bunkers back in Albania and how the profound the experience was; the rugged allure of camp life always piqued Katsuya’s interest and she always enjoyed the prospect of implanting herself on a stranger’s psyche…according to popular culture no one forgets camp memories, thusly it was decided that she would attend camp this year if only for the sentimental value. Katsuya was drawn to Team Grey for its non-hierarchal structure and laid back nature.
|Extra|
In real life I live in Florida, so summer has lost some of its appeal as it never ends here.
|Theme Song|
The Passenger– Iggy Pop
“And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine” |
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Interacting With: Low | Katsuya Bogdani
The silence of the breakfast was no unusual feat. Low was not very talkative, Ollie knew this, and the two often spent their time together in a comfortable buzz of calmness. Ollie was as much of an introvert as she could be, and though her find often filled with thoughts of stars and nature she rarely had any use for starting conversations about them. And so the two friends would simply enjoy each other's company, nothing more and nothing less. Ollie ate quickly, tearing through the two pancakes she had piled on her plate in no time before turning to start on her eggs. Oliver made a few glances towards Low as she chewed quietly, eyes hidden behind shining glasses, and wondered briefly what her friend was thinking.
Elowen, Oliver found, was a bit harder to read than most. Perhaps that is what intrigued her at the beginning, that this mysterious girl was unlike most of the other campers. She was weird. She was fragile. She was... Just Low. Ollie scoffed at her own mental cheesiness after a moment of turning the thoughts over in her head, shoving a fork full of eggs in her mouth before glancing about the dining hall. It was a low buzz kind of noisy, the kind that Oliver compared to downtown Portland, and she could already see a gathering near the front door. Looks like someone of interest has arrived.
it's gotta be him huh
Oliver sighed to herself, then turned to Low as she started shifting suddenly, watching curiously as her friend took out her cat-themed phone. Ollie's eyebrows quirked curiously, and she leaned in with interest as her friend stated she found a song she might like. The music that played was definitely Ollie's style, calm and twangy. It reminded her of a night sky polluted by city lights, but instead of it being an annoying sight it was gorgeous. Thousands of buildings and their lights swirling on the dark horizon, glittering like the stars they were blotting out as smoke rose from the city streets and caused a gentle haze to lay across the skyline. Music, it was a mysterious force that Ollie didn't usually waste time with, but she appreciated the pieces of art that could inspire her mind's imagination.
As the song ended she met Low's eyes, smiling as the blue orbs squinted happily, and she took another small bite of whatever was left on her plate before stretching her arms high above her head. Her back creaked once before she relaxed once more and leaned forward, chin resting gently on a dainty hand,
"well, what's the plan L? Wanna actually attend the 'welcome to camp' stuff or nah?" Oliver was up for anything at this point. While she was extremely glad and happy to have her friend around, she could already feel the boredom and annoyance of the competitive campers crawling up her back. Attending the bonfire also didn't sound like too much of a treat for her, after all, fire was just awful, but she was up for anything Low was up for. Being with Elowen was enough to quench Oliver's boredom. And... Just as she finished speaking, another interesting person sauntered up and sat down.
Katsuya was the new member to Gray team and already Ollie found her to be quite entertaining. She seemed rather... Off in some ways, but that just made her more fun to listen to. Oliver smiled as the other person sat down and dug into her food, batting her eyelashes behind her large glasses,
"Morning, Katsuya, enjoying the camp so far?"
Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Malcolm Okada | Luca Cardwell | Casper Fawn | Stacey Hampton | Alexandria Novak | Jessica Wilson
"Right, right, glad to know you're doing great, hun~!" King said, deflating slightly as the words 'last summer' escaped his friend's lips. He reached down to return her last hug, and as he pulled away let a soft, friendly smile grace his lips, all while he jabbed Malcolm gently in the ribs and threw a funny-looking gaze his way. "God damn, Mally, I could cut the tension with a knife there." King rose an imaginary knife in the air, sliding it slowly through the air as he mimed out the expression with a playful smirk on his face. His acting was cut short as a sudden force slammed into his back, and he turned slowly, gaze setting quickly on the small frame of Alex Novak. Behind her, he quickly recognized Luca and Casper dwindling awkwardly, and a devious thought crossed his mind.
As if angered by Alex's initial move, he reached for her viciously, one hand gripping and dragging her shirt upwards while the other rested on the small of her back. He lifted her up slowly, using the hand on her back to support her small frame as he dragged her face close to his. King's eyebrows were down-turned, causing his eyes to appear furious and burning, and he let his jaw hang open slightly and shake with fake rage. Richard pulled (and held) Alex up until their foreheads were touching, and after a moment of fake-glaring into her gaze he threw his look towards Casper, smirking once more before placing a small peck on Alex's nose,
"Long time no see, Allycat~." King purred happily, pulling her into a tight hug once before carefully placing her back on her feet. After the whole scene played out, he rose a single arm and wrapped it around Malcolm's shoulder again, leaning gently against his best friend as his eyes connected with Luca and Casper. Before saying anything, however, he let his other hand drift into his pocket to check his missed message;
Group Message
From: The Best, The Jess
It's CAMP SEASON! Can't wait to see u all <3 heading towards the Main Hall, see u there? ily :*
A grin met his lips, and as he began to type back a response he returned (half) of his attention to Casper and his friend,
"Ay, Caspy, ready for a fun year of frolicking through the flowers while the other teams kick our name into the dirt?" Though before he could get an answer, Luca dragged the smaller boy away. Guess their first real interaction would have to wait a bit more, hmm? Richard sighed, loosening his grip on Mal slightly as he just realized he had squeezed his hand tightly in rage, and just before he could send his message out back to Jess the doors opening once more.
"Hey y'all!"
"Heeeeey, Jess-baby! How've you been!" He greeted cheerfully, an attractive smile now replacing the annoyance expression that had only recently painted his face. Forget Casper Fawn, and listen to Stacey Hampton. This was their last summer, and they had to make this it the best one it's ever been. But... Richard's smile widened, arm wrapping a bit tighter around Malcolm's smaller frame. Richard King wasn't going down without a fight this summer.
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“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles
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|Name|
Oliver Abana Keller
|Nickname|
Ollie
|Birth Date|
January 21st, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns
|Sexuality|
Asexual Panromantic
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Gray
|Team Color|
Gray★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.
Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.
|Clothing Style|
As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason
|Hobbies|
★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.
|Habits|
★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.
|Fears|
☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦
Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.
Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.
Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.
|Place of Origin|
Portland, Oregon
|History|
Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.
All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.
Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.
Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.
Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.
|Extra|
Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.
A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.
|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.
King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.
|Clothing Style|
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.
Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.
Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.
|Place of Origin|
Beverley Hills, California
|History|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!
|Theme Song|
Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be” |
5,370 | 146 | 26 | 2,464 | 166 | James Wolfe and Alexa Wilde
Location: Red Cabin then the Dining Hall
Interacting With: Alexa Wilde and James Wolfe
A 2015 Cadillac ATS urgently pulled into the parking lot of Camp Liberty. "Of course, of course I'm late..." James muttered to himself as he tried to find an open parking space. As he drove past King's parked car the young man scoffed, "nice parking asshole." Fortunately there was an open spot nearby and Jamie took it. He didn't immediately leave his car, instead he took a moment to breathe and calm his nerves. HIs morning consisted of hectic last minute packing and the drive down to the camp. He'd never admit it but he was actually quite nervous about being the new guy. Knowing no one was frightening, what if everyone was an asshole and he had to resort to being alone all summer?
James shook himself out of his thoughts, there was no need to be so negative. Jamie strived to be as positive as possible, there was always somthing to be happy about. Who knew? maybe this would be the best summer of his life? Jamie shut off his car, put his keys in his back pocket, and grabbed some earbuds. He plugged them into his phone and put one bud into his ear and started playing Pandora. Before he left his car he made sure to pop the trunk, he wasn't sure how much stuff to bring so he brought like, a lot of shit.
Unknown to Alexa at the time, she had pulled down the long windy driveway right behind James, the guy she had broken up with not two weeks prior to coming here. Her hands rested idly on the steering wheel of an arctic white Audi A5 Coupe. In reality, it was her father's car but since he was currently out of country she was allowed to use it. Besides, no one had to know it wasn't her own. As she rounded the corner approaching the parking lot, her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She knew that Cadillac anywhere. James freaking Wolfe. She muttered a few nasty words under her breath before talking as if he could hear her. "Why the hell are you even here, I mean how did you find this place?" She shook her head and bit her lip, pulling into one of the few remaining parking spots and turning off the car. Talking to herself was one of her odd little quirks, something she did both in class and in the bumper to bumper rush hour traffic.
Jamie was busy grabbing his bags and jamming out to his music when he heard another car pull up. The first thing he noticed was that it was white. Oh no. Then, he saw the Audi symbol on the front. Oh shit. Finally, he saw a flash of blond hair and leaned his head against the car for morale support. Oh fuck. Lexi Wilde, the last girl he needed to see at the moment. The pain in his heart every time he looked at her was unfathomable. To look at the person he first loved and know that he crushed her heart because of one night, one fucked up decision, killed him inside.
Today, as tradition had it, Alexa had opted to wear a red t-shirt with "Camp Liberty" plastered across the front of it, along with her running shoes and her favorite pair of jeans. Other than that, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that sat midway up the back of her head, held there with, you guessed it, a red hairband. Up until this point, she had been in a good mood as she was returning to one of her most favorite places on the planet.
She hopped out of the car and shot a glare at the unaware Jamie before moving to her truck to retrieve a military style duffel bag and matching backpack, slamming the trunk down a little harder than intended. Alexa tossed the keys to the Audi into the small, rather unimpressive looking purse that hung from her shoulder and made sure to walk past Jamie while he was looking, to let him know that this was her turf that they were on now. He was the new kid here, not her.
Pushing himself off his car, James slammed his trunk shut and turned around. He had been hoping that she was just going to walk by and not interact but he was mistaken.
"Well I'll be damned, look who it is..."
James didn't move or respond, but kind of just watched her continue on in defeat. "Great start to the summer," he muttered to himself sarcastically.
Jamie grabbed his bags, making sure he also grabbed his ukulele case, then followed Lexi. He made sure he was far enough behind so that people knew they weren't associated with each other but close enough that he could follow her direction. James assumed she was going to the Red cabin to unpack, which was where he was also going to reside for the whole summer... He was shit out of luck to be in this situation. In his left ear, music was still playing and a new song popped up.
"Cause I just need one more shot at second chances
Yeah
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Cause I'm missing more than just your body
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?"
Fuck you Justin and your catchy ass songs and lyrics that pertain to my situation! James thought to himself sourly.
Once the Red cabin was in sight James sped past Alexa in attempt to leave the awkward situation as soon as possible. He made quick work of dropping his bags off by his bunk and leaving as fast as he arrived. Wolfe pocketed his earbuds on his way to the dining hall. Now was the time to meet new people and take his rattled mind off of Lexi.
James opened the door and searched for the only other person he somewhat recognized, Leah. Unfortunately when he did spot her she was leaving with another guy. So much for that, looks like he was just going to have to eat some grub and hope someone was feeling sympathetic for the newbies. He already noticed a few girls outright staring at him, but was kind of annoyed by it, like damn women put it back in your pants.
Wolfe sat alone at a vacant table eating quietly. Just as he suspected was going to happen, being the new guy sucked. | Jamie Wolfe
“Most people have never learned that one of the main aims in life is to enjoy it.”
-Samuel ButlerT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jamie Mitchel Wolfe
|Nickname|
James.
Jamie was bullied as a kid because of his "girly" name so ever since the first grade he insisted on being called James. The only people that call him Jamie now are his parents and close friends.
|Birth Date|
January 19, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Hell yeah
|Relationship Status|
Single, but recently got out of a relationship.
|Role|
Member of the Red Team
|Team Color|
Red, bitchA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
James stands at a solid 6'1" with an average build and weighs around 185 pounds. He has enough muscle to look solid but not enough to make him look like he goes to the gym every day. His hair is crazy most of the time, honestly. He dyed the top of it blond but the rest is a dark brown color.
James wishes he had more interesting eyes but he's stuck with chocolate brown eyes. Each earlobe of his is pierced which makes some people deem him as a "pretty boy." James has various tattoos on his body, including one on his chest and a half sleeve on his left arm.
|Clothing Style|
James doesn't wear anything too fancy. He usually sports graphic tee shirts or tank tops. He'll either wear shorts, sweatpants, or joggers depending on the weather. For shoes he'll either wear vans or running shoes. For hats Jamie wears snapbacks. He only wears them backward because it keeps his crazy ass hair contained.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Music
✔ Relaxing
✔ The outdoors
✔ Parties
✔ Playing the ukulele
✔ Singing
✔ Flirting and joking
✘ Boring people
✘ People with no confidence
✘ People who can't be just themselves
✘ Cherries (long story)
✘ Giraffes (long story also)
✘ Annoying people
✘ People who think they're the shit
|Hobbies|
- Writing music and singing
- Playing his ukulele
- Boxing (6 years of experience)
|Habits|
- Smoking weed, he accasionally enjoys getting baked and relaxing with friends and enjoying life
- Biting his cheek when deep in thought
- Drinking, he knows his limit but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy it
|Fears|
☠ Giraffes
☠ Dentists
☠ NeedlesD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Smooth ♦ Care-Free ♦ Funny ♦
Everything about James could be defined as "smooth." The way he moves and talks seems so effortless, like he knows exactly what he's doing. He definitely seems confident, he stands up straight, tall, and with his chin up. He doesn't stutter or hesitate when he chooses to speak. The more you get to know him the more you will realize that he just wants to enjoy life, and tends to be care-free. Jamie tends to be comedic without trying, he tends to do a lot of things without trying actually. He enjoys making people smile or laugh, bringing people happiness makes him happy. He tends to surprise people seeing as he's part of Team Red but doesn't seem to have a temper. This is incorrect though, he may seem like he never loses his cool but everyone has a tipping point. He can get easily annoyed by people, especially when they do stupid things. One of his biggest pet peeves is when people think they're the shit and that they should rule the world or something. How about being modest for once? God knows James has made mistakes before and has his fair share of issues. For one James doesn't do well with being told what to do. It's human nature really, human's dislike being controlled like animals. Jamie also has a stubborn nature to him, once he's made up his mind he'll stick with it, maybe even if he realizes that he's wrong. Although James is notorious for being great with girls he's actually the jealous type, which doesn't fit his character at all but it's true. His last girlfriend broke up with him because of a complication with another guy. James and that guy happened to get in a fight the week after his break up with his girlfriend. Jamie accepts his flaws, because obviously, no one is perfect.
|Place of Origin|
Irvine, California
|History|
Jamie Mitchel Wolfe, born under Michael and Rachel Wolfe was raised in the city of Irvine, California. Growing up as an only child in a upper-class family was quite nice to be honest. Money was never a problem and he got more than enough family time without any siblings hanging around all the time. Yes, he was able to get anything he wanted as a kid, but he was never a snob about it and was actually grateful for his parents' handwork that granted him so much financial freedom.
High school was when James created his identity and really learned what kind of person he was. Before high school he was tho ashy little kid who didn't mean much to anyone really. Then, he realized that he didn't give a fuck what people thought of him and instead just wanted to enjoy life. He gradually started to come out of his shell and talk to people. By Jamie's junior year he had a completely new personality, the one he has to this day. James figured, he only had one life so he might as well live it, right? Plus, parties and girls were a lot funner than being alone at home studying for school. This summer is his final summer of high school so he figured he might as well go out with a bang. This is his first year going to Camp Liberty. He's internally anxious about being the new guy but he's just there to have a good time and he really doesn't need anyone to do that.
|Extra|
- He likes going to the beach in the summer
- James is left handed
- James wears contacts but has glasses just in case
- James has been taking boxing classes since he was 12
|Theme Song|
Show Me a Good Time - Drake
”I live for the nights that I can’t remember, with the people that I won’t forget” |
5,371 | 146 | 27 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With: Luca Cardwell | Richard King
"Ay, Caspy, ready for a fun year of frolicking through the flowers while the other teams kick our name into the dirt?"
Turning his back to Richard and Alex, he gritted his teeth. It had already begun, and he hadn't been at camp more than a few hours. Richard was not going to make this easy, that was for sure. Casper stood still for a few moments as Luca headed off in the direction of the table he had pointed out. Walking away in silence felt like some sort of defeat, as though he was simply allowing Richard to shout abuse at him when he so pleased. He wanted to turn around and shout something back, he really did, but he knew it would cause more trouble than it was worth. No, Casper was above Richard's pettiness and, being the team leader, he had to put his time into appeasing the team, as opposed to antagonizing them.
Before finally joining Luca at the table, he stopped at the counter in the hall to fetch a bowl and fill it with healthy amount a chocolate cereal. He figured he was going to need all the help he could get to see him through the day, and if that help came in the form of chocolate-y goodness, so be it. Sitting down across from Luca, he idly used his spoon to play with the cereal as he listened to him speak of Alex. "Not really. I mean, she's one of my closest friends, like you. Other than that, though, there's nothing romantic or anything like that, if that's what you meant. She has a boyfriend, actually. But talking about him is getting into a whole other heap of problems." He let out a soft, evidently downbeat sigh after finally starting to actually eat the cereal before continuing on, "You heard Richard, right? ..what the heck is his deal. Honestly - we haven't even really, like, started camp yet." Grinning for a moment, his eyes met Luca's own and he leaned forward as if to share a confidential secret, "Maybe I'll just hop over to the Purple Team. It'd be a hell of a lot easier, that's for sure... I mean, I can't help but shake the feeling being a Team Leader is going to suck. Hard."
Leaning back into his chair, he left his largely uneaten breakfast be for now, forcing a slight smile. "Anyway! I don't want to be a debbie downer. I've got Lil' coming with me to the leader's meeting, so that'll be easy as pie, and I'll worry about the rest later." Nodding slightly with an ever-growing smile, he forced himself to push his anxieties to the back of his mind and folded his arms onto the table, continuing his slight ramble. "So! How's your time at Camp been so far? All your regular teammies' back this time? I would've called and asked, but, man. I was so late getting here. I stayed up, like, so late folding all of my clothes, that I slept in big time."
Returning his attention to the cereal on the table, Casper quickly shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth with the little time they had left. Musing to himself, he murmured, "..what is it they say about breakfast? Crucial for giving you enough energy to get you through the day, or something?" He had a feeling he was going to need a lot of energy to see him through the rest of this day. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,372 | 146 | 28 | 2,685 | 1,126 | Lil Ashbourne
Location: Arriving
Interacting With: Cas and Luca
Lil quickly went about getting everything in order in the cabin. She knew that the rest of the day was going to be busy, so she needed to spend some time getting everything organized. Well, maybe partially organized was good enough. She stuffed the bag under the bunk and ran into the bathroom with a change of clothes. She smelled like Taxi.
Stepping in her new clothes, a black tank top and short jeans, Lil quickly adjusted her hair in the mirror. God it was so bright. Awesome! With a short buzzing sound, Lil's head whipped, completely messing up the fixes she just applied, searching for the source. Where was her phone?!? After tearing through all of her clothes, she finally found it buried. She had no idea how it had gotten there.
To: Lil
From: Cas
hi Liiiiil! I'm in the dining hall atm, about to get some breakfast. my stomach will never forgive me if i don't feed it soon! are you gonna be stopping by for some foooood? if not, I'll see you at the meeting anyway--..oh, yeah! obvious now, but meant to say, we do have a leader's meeting coming up! super nervous, but I think we can totally manage it together! woo, team blue-green! ..team...bleen? grue?
See you soon! :) :)
A laugh boiled in Lil's stomach and she covered her mouth to try and catch it. Grue? Really? It was cyan. For some reason that stuck in her head from physics class. The teacher had been talking about the color spectrum, and how somehow physics was effected by it. Not that she could remember any other that. And truthfully bleen sounded much more appealing than cyan.
At the thought of food, a growl rose from inside her. Her stomach was not too pleased with her latest decisions. Sushi, Redvines, and a Jamba Juice smoothie had been her dinner last night. She was like a four year old with a credit card. Though surprisingly, the candy made an excellent straw for the smoothie. Another rumble forced her out the door, as she shoved her phone into her back pocket. She half walked half jogged down the path towards the Main Hall, unable to contain her excitement anymore.
Shoving open the doors to the cafeteria with the air of a queen, Lil strutted in. Strutted into a camper. Bumping into him, she promptly fell straight down onto her butt. Embarrassed, she tucked a long lock of red hair behind her ear and apologized to the purple camper. Pushing herself onto her feet, Lil's sight caught on a familiar style of hair. No way she could miss something like that. Giddiness filled her like butterflies and she quietly made her way towards the figure.
He was sitting with someone else, maybe Luca, who might have seen her sneaking up on her target, but never made any notion that he did. If he did see her, at least he was playing along with her trick. Finally, after making her way to the table, she stood behind Cas and leaned in real close. When her mouth was next to his ear she suddenly said, "Boo." | Lil Ashbourne
“You've got to hand it to us short people, usually cause we can't reach it.”
-Lil AshbourneT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Lilian Alexandra Ashbourne
|Nickname|
Lil. She likes this nickname because it is a representation of her name and her height in one.
|Birth Date|
04/12/98
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Um... Yes, definitely yes.
|Relationship Status|
Actively looking.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team GreenA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
The most predominant feature about Lil is her height. She is tiny, only standing 5'2". Unlike most people Lil loves being short, utilizing it to make her look innocent. While fit, she would never be described as athletic or muscular. Her stomach is flat, but it is doubtful she could manage a single pullup. Besides her height she is proud of the curvy assets of her body.
As for Lil's face, she has long bright red hair that stands out with her incredibly pale complexion. When wet, her hair reaches down to her lower back. Her nose is small and slightly tilted up. Splattered lightly across her nose and cheeks are pale freckles. Her eyes are bright blue, always opened wide and innocent looking.
|Clothing Style|
Lil's favorite type of weather is the cold. Winter and fall are the best. It is the perfect time for borrowing giant hoodies from boys to compliment her tiny stature. However, as it is summer and it is mostly hot she wears a lot of shorts and tank tops. When she goes on hikes she switches into jeans to prevent getting stickers in her socks. Just in case, Lil did pack some of her cold weather clothes. She hopes that at some of the parties, that she definitely will be attending, and late night activities it will be cold enough for her to wear them. Lil loves to wear blue. It is her favorite color and immediately makes her happy when she wears it. This often confuses people because they think she is a part of the blue team, when she really is a part of the green.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Lil's only scar is a small cut through her eyebrow that she got when she ran through the sliding glass door. As for piercings she has several in both ears. The left ear has four and the right has two. She also has a piercing going through her belly button. Besides that, she isn't interested in getting any more piercings. She is waiting to be a bit older before giving herself a tattoo because she wants to make sure she doesn't regret it later.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being short
✔Cuddling
✔Cold nights
✔Big sweaters
✔Flirting
✔The color blue
✔Going to parties
✔Scary movies
✘Working out
✘Party poopers
✘Being alone
✘The heat
✘Long periods of physical activities
✘Team Grey
✘Onions
|Hobbies|
1. Going to parties. Whether she's throwing them or showing up, you can count on her to be a tiny bundle of excitement and fun.
2. Flirting.
3. Listening to music that's upbeat.
|Habits|
1. Tucking her hair behind her left ear.
2. Drumming her fingers when there is nothing to do.
3. Rambling.
|Fears|
☠Being alone.
☠Not being liked.
☠Tight spaces.
☠Spiders.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Insecure ♦ Happy ♦ Bubbly ♦ Excited ♦
Lil is one of the happiest people you will ever meet. She is bubbly and excited, with a huge smile shining across her face. She loves to make people laugh, though sometimes her methods seem a little cynical and are often at others expense. If there is a party you can count on Lil being there. She gives off a very upbeat vibe that makes other people happy to be around her. Plus she always knows where the contraband is.
On a deeper level, Lil is not as happy as she seems. She is scared of being by herself, alone with her thoughts. Secretly she believes that everyone will leave her eventually, and she can't stand those thoughts. The only way she knows to get rid of them is to constantly be talking to other people, to keep her mind off the ever building loneliness. So she walks around with a big smile and makes others laugh, hoping desperately they'll do the same for her.
|Place of Origin|
Marin, California.
|History|
Lil was born the only child into a happy family. Her mother and father were deeply in love and everything seemed like it was going great. That was until, Lil's second birthday. Her mother was driving home from work, hoping she wouldn't be late for her brilliant daughter's party. Only a few minutes from home, a driver in front of her lost control and tumbled their car. Lil's mother swerved to avoid the car and ran into a phone post. She was thrown from the car, killed on impact.
Having never really knew her mother, Lil grew up feeling like she was always missing something. Her father was still kind and happy, but there was always a hidden sadness to him that seemed to rub off onto her. Still the two of them grew up to depend on each other. They became best friends, as her father was just like her, bubbly and excited, when he wasn't thinking about her mother.
When Lil turned fourteen, her father sent her to summer camp. He thought it would be a good experience for her as he always loved camping when he was younger. He also secretly thought it might make her a little less lonely if she stuck around people during the summer. At first she was hesitant but she quickly fell in love with the experience and went back every year since. Last year when she was seventeen she became the group leader of team green.
|Extra|
bonfires are the best part of summer, hands down.
|Theme Song|
Migraine – Twenty One Pilots
”Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat” |
5,373 | 146 | 29 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With: Casper Fawn | Lil Ashbourne
Luca was quiet as Casper rambled on, not touching his food. He sensed Casper's nerves and annoyance. Luca knew Casper well enough to know that he was attempting to convince himself that everything was fine--and probably not doing a very good job of it either. The rivalry between Casper and Richard was infamous in the camp, and even if they didn't know the two very well anyone could see the tension between them.
With a sigh, Luca put down his fork and grabbed Casper's shoulder. "Casp." He said in a firm voice, staring into his eyes, "You're letting Richard get to you.
Listen, we both know what kind of person our friend Richie is. He's arrogant, and he's prideful. When you became team leader... Obviously his ego couldn't handle it. He's insanely jealous that you're the leader, and will do everything in his power to make it difficult for you. As much as I would love for you to come join Purple, but Blue team needs you. You said the Blue team needed to change--this is your chance to do that. Yes, it's going to be hard, it's going to suck. But you took it because you wanted to do something about it. And you know what Casp? You can do it. No, you're the only one who can do it.
You just need to be confident about it. And with Alex at your side... What have you got to fear?"
Luca wasn't completely planning on lecturing/giving a pep talk this early in the summer, but Casper really needed it. With a smile, he moved his hand from Casper's shoulder and flicked him lightly on the forehead. "Now give me a real smile you wanker, that fake smile looks really bad. Alex won't give you the time of day if you look at her like that."
At this point, Luca noticed Lil sneaking up on Casper. He gave her a little eye crinkle in acknowledgement before focusing his gaze on Casper once again. | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,374 | 146 | 30 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: , Dining Hall, Outside on the way to the Lake
Interacting With: Christian Burns,Luca Cardwell, Jessica Wilson , Casper Fawn Lil Ashbourne
As she walked with Christian through the dining hall, she looked up at him "So, what made you decide to join Camp Liberty?" she asked curious, wanting to know a bit more about him. But it wasn't long before she saw Jessica enter and heard King's insulting words which were directed towards Casper. Leah's jaw clenched slightly, as she shot a deep rooted glare towards King. Seems like he left his manners at home. Pretty much the case every year, since she first met the boy. She glanced up at Christian "I just want to go and check on a few friends of mine, you can come too. Won't be too long." she smiled at him as she walked over to where Casper was sitting with Luca, with Lillian not far behind.
"Hey guys." Leah greeted Lils, Luca and Casper with a soft smile. She looked at Casper "Don't listen to him, Cas. He's just being a jerk as always. I am sure you'll do great. You know you can always come to me, if you need some help." she reassured him. Casper was probably her only friend in Team Blue; those two had stuck together since his older brother Elliot was running the Team. Leah was supportive towards Cas. He didn't have an easy task ahead of him. She too wanted the Team to change for the better. She hated the reputation that Team Blue had at the moment...all thanks to King and his arrogant ass.
"Good Luck. I am sure you and Lils will both do great for both teams." she squeezed Casper's shoulder as she smiled softly. "I'll catch up with you guys later. You all coming to the camp fire later on?" she asked smiling at Luca, Lils and Casper. Hopefully they all would be there, even though she would probably meet up with them later on.
Leah looked over at Christian who was by her side and she smiled softly "These are my friends, Casper, Luca and Lils. This is Christian." she briefly introduced them to each other since they were there. Spotting Jessica near by, Leah waved over to her but gave her an apologetic smile. She could only hope that that Jess would not mind catching up with her later. As much as Leah missed one of her best friends, there was just something about the new handsome member of the Camp that made her want to get to know him a little bit better. Once Leah excused her and Christian, she waved bye to her friends as she and Chris finally managed to get out of the dining hall.
Glancing up at Christian; she gave him a soft smile. "So...I don't think, I even know what Team you're on. Since Sebastian interrupted us both at that point." she spoke with a soft smile. Leah felt her phone buzzing yet again and she groaned slightly. What was with everyone bombarding her with texts all of a sudden? Seeing the texts were from Tristan. Leah's smile faded away, her jaw clenched slightly as she sighed at the 10 texts. Each demanding in a very rude manner that she call him...text back. Leah simple deleted all texts and shut off her phone for the mean-time. She didn't feel like talking to Tristan at the moment. She wanted to escape that drama, and that pain and heart-ache he held over her. The Relationship was dead...over...she just didn't know how to tell him, without causing him to be more angry at her.
Shaking her head slightly; Leah tried to concentrate on Chris and their conversation. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,375 | 146 | 31 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With: Luca Cardwell | Lil Ashbourne | Leah Willoughby | Christian Burns
Listening to everything Luca had to say, while polishing off the rest of his favourite coco-pops cereal, Casper knew he was right. Richard was getting to him, and he hadn't even been at camp for a day. If he was going to last the entire summer, he'd need to learn to 'block it out', so to speak. By the end of his pep-talk, Casper did find himself to be genuinely smiling, and he couldn't help but allow for a brief, amused laugh at his last remark. "I guess I always was bad at faking smiles. My mum used to always hound on at me to 'smile more' in photographs after she shouted 'Cheese!', and I would be like, 'Muuum! I am smiling, honest!'" Reclining back into his chair, he folded his arms across his chest casually as he continued on, "Seriously, though. You're right, and I know that. I've got Alex. I've got you, and, like...all of my other friends! Yeah. I'm not gonna' let him get to me, hon--.."
"Boo"
Flinching away from the sudden voice, right beside his ear, he didn't even process whether or not he recognized the voice. Instead, his first thoughts were something along the lines of, "Oh no it's Richard, somebody help me please!" Thankfully however, when he turned to see who was responsible for his rather undignified scare, he was in for a pleasant surprise. Though, really, it being anything other than Richard was more than a welcome surprise. His mouth, having been hanging open in shock, soon turned into a wide, beaming grin as he realized that Lil' was standing beside him. "Lil! Lil! Hi!" Scooting over on the bench, he patted the open space beside him in an invitation for her to sit. "Oh my gosh--..you gave me such a fright! ..but, like, a good one, I suppose! How are you?! You look great! Are you going to the leader's meeting? ...wait, silly question. Of course you are!"
Before she could reply to the torrent of questions thrown her way, however, Casper caught Leah in the corner of his eye. Seeing her filled him with more confidence about the upcoming summer. With Alex and Leah looking out for him, what could possibly go wrong? "Leah! Hiya!" He replied, before nodding his head gently at her kind words of reassurance, offering her a smile in thanks. "Thanks, Leah! Yeah, I'll be at the campfire, for sure." Turning his attention to Christian momentarily, he raised his hand in a half-wave, "Hi Christian!" Soon after, both Leah and Christian had headed off together, and Casper once again turned his attention to Lil. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,376 | 146 | 32 | 423 | 581 | Alexa Wilde
Location: Red Cabin then the Dining Hall
Interacting With:Herself
Alexa giggled as she saw Jamie scurry out from the Red Cabin, which in retrospect seemed a little cruel, but she couldn't help it. She walked into the cabin and took a deep breath, the stagnant and familiar cabin air filling her with a sense of weclome-ness. She quickly walked over to one of the single beds, tossing her bags on to claim it as hers. She sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, letting herself relax and get away from the heat of the summer, before she decided she was going to change into a pair of denim short shorts and a tanktop. After quickly changing in the somewhat cramped bathroom she began to make her way over to the mess hall for something to eat.
Alexa entered the hall and looked over to Jamie, a slight twinge of both guilt and sadness washing over her. She stopped herself. "No, I'm not doing this right now. Just relax." she thought. He was the one who had messed up, not her. After deciding she'd rather not have a full breakfast, Alexa grabbed a muffin from the table and walked over to the media room, hoping the game consoles weren't occupied, which of course, they were. She stood at the side for a good five minutes before impatience set in and she demanded that one of the kids gave her their remote.
Video games were more of an escape from reality for Alexa, and while she wasn't terrible at them, she didn't play them as much as most of the teenage guys in the camp. After a few races in Burnout Paradise she eventually got bored and left, munching on her muffin as she sat down at a crowded table where she knew absolutely no one. This way, no one would talk to her but she also wouldn't look like a loser with no friends. | Alexa Wilde
“Throw me to the wolves and I'll come back leading the pack.”
-Unknown
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexa Valerie Wilde
|Nickname|
Most know her as Lexi and don't think to ever ask otherwise. Only those who are close to her will know her birth name. Alexa prefers this as she absolutely hated being given what almost seemed like a boys name at the time and has asked for people to call her Lexi since she was five.
|Birth Date|
March 8th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Recently broke up.
|Role|
Red Team Member
|Team Color|
Red
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5’6” and weighing about 120 pounds, Alexa is a fairly average girl for her age, with a slim and slightly toned body yet few curves, defined by her slim waist and modest chest. Her delicate looking face is bordered by locks of curly long golden blonde hair that she normally wears up in a high ponytail or down in a braid at camp. Her eyes could be described as a soft grey-brown color, and yet somewhat intimidating if she is angered.
|Clothing Style|
Alexa usually dresses in something simple and comfortable, often choosing jeans and a tank top over dresses, skirts and shorts. She'll sometimes be seen in a red plaid shirt later in the day to show her team spirit. Jewellery wise, both her earlobes are pierced like every other girl ever and are adorned with small silver studs, keeping with her simple look. To finish the look she wears either riding boots at camp, usually chosen by the weather and activities present that day. She will also occasionally wear a small silver necklace that lacks any ornaments.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Unknown to most people, she has a abstract style tiger tattooed on the back of her right calf, which she got from her father, who had just come back from deployment in Afghanistan, on her 16th birthday.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ - Rock, Electronic and Metal Music
✔ - Snowboarding and doing tricks on said snowboard
✔ - Being alone, playing video games
✔ - Singing
✔ - Sketching and creating digital art
✔ - The outdoors and Camp Liberty
✔ - Big dogs
✔ - Crime shows
✘ - Team blue and most arrogant people
✘ - School, though she won’t admit it
✘ - Loud, obnoxious people
✘ - The military, it keeps her father from her
✘ - Wearing dresses, skirts or yoga pants
✘ - Being confined with other people
✘ - Drama and over-dramatic people
|Hobbies|
- Snowboarding
- Reading
- Drawing
- Listening to music (Like, ALOT)
- Playing video games
|Habits|
- Mouthing or quietly singing the song she is listening to
- Biting her nails
- Playing with her hair
- Doodling at random
|Fears|
☠ - Big dogs
☠ - Drowning
☠ - Doctors
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Determined ♦ Quiet ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Observant ♦
Most people at camp would not have pegged her as a red, not until they actually spent time with her that is. Alexa looks quiet and calm from a distance much like a wolf stalking it's prey, often keeping to herself until an opportunity arrises. She is not at all quick to anger and is considered quite patient throughout the camp. Don't let your guard down however, once she has been pushed over the edge, she can be compared to a dam that has burst; a huge torrent of aggressive behaviour mixed in with a quiet judgemental side that will never be forgotten. She is in no way quick to forgive and holds legendary grudges.
Though this may all sound negative, the ones lucky enough to survive and become her friend see her true colors. She is undoubtedly loyal towards those she likes and would protect them if the need were to arise. As well, her determination is unstoppable which may give an advantage to red team. Alexa will not go down without a fight. Lastly, her quiet side seems to catch most people off guard as they expect outgoingness and rowdiness from a red team member. Some claim she chose the cabin because her boyfriend at the time was in it, others say it's a subtle deception strategy. Regardless, she is best described as a snake in the grass, waiting to strike.
|Place of Origin|
Alexa hails from the Big Apple, New York City.
|History|
Born to Jonathan and Catherine Wilde, Alexa was a quiet child. Her parents both had good jobs although her father was only around periodically, as he was in the military. Alexa’s mother however, worked as a teacher at the local high school and was always around to take care of her daughter. They lived in the suburbs, they they often frequented downtown New York just to get out of the house which usually ended up being a shopping trip.
It was at Alexa’s fifth birthday where she discovered her love of snowboarding. Her father had returned home for the occasion and both him and Alexa’s mother had gotten her everything need to snowboard: The board itself, boots, helmet and goggles, the whole nine yards. Being that her birthday was in March there was usually still snow on the ground and birthday ski trips were not uncommon.
The next time Alexa saw her father was eleven years later on her sixteenth birthday. The stress of high school had eaten away at the teenager and she had begun to keep more to herself, staying up in her room for extended periods of time playing on her X-box. Her mother had called Alexa’s father the moment he got back into the country, worried sick about their daughter’s condition. He told Alexa’s mother he would take care of it and he truly meant it.
So on her sixteenth birthday her father took her out for the day, with the event being that he had, as his gift to Alexa, paid for her to get any tattoo she wanted, anywhere she wanted (within reason). Alexa eventually decided on a beautiful abstract tiger and before the artist began, her father took her aside and made her promise that she would try harder, both in school and in life. The tiger was a symbol of both her promise and her determination to fulfill it. That summer was the first summer she went to Camp Liberty, her mother’s idea of course.
Two years went by and Alexa’s grades had gone up, just as she had promised to her father. At her gradutation, her father stood beside her mother in full uniform, the two of them proud of their grown up daughter.
Alexa continued her summer tradition and signed up for Camp Liberty for the third year running.
|Extra|
Alexa recently broke up and is noticeably quieter than usual. Currently very reclusive, however she's enjoying the sun a ton as it is one of her favorite things, just as it is mine.
|Theme Song|
”Another F again I fret,
Another cocky hypocrite,
Another dirty look from a passerby” |
5,377 | 146 | 33 | 2,504 | 144 | Location... Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie and Katsuya
Plans for the day? She had seriously debated sleeping until the next day, but Ollie was here. Low would pass that over with the hopes that she wouldn't face repercussions. Her doctor said she needed the appropriate amount of sleep alongside the recovery. Whatever that truly meant, she wasn't sure. Bed at seven? Eight? She had asked specifics, but he'd given a rather dismissive shrug and said 'it depends on when you wake up'. Routine was better, wasn't it? A body moved like clockwork if the alarm went off the same time every day.
She twirled a lock of long hair, smudging the black she'd wiped from eye where it was twisted. Her spindly fingers felt along her jacket – phone inactive. It was easy to be disappointed, but it was much better to be hopeful. Stacey, Sebastian... whomever else she thought to send a text to would reply later. That was how the ship sailed, wasn't it? ”I wouldn't mind if we didn't.”
She stifled a yawn, tum quite full from a satisfying breakfast. A lot of energy buzzed around the room. It clashed with her own, timid lifestyle. There were plenty of new faces, new graces around this time. A chance to make friends new and enemies just as fresh. Speaking of friends, Katsuya meandered over, introducing herself to their group with settling of the tray. The girl before her was a rambler. Perhaps narrative, otherwise nervous and strangely, absolutley Gray Team.
Again, Low considered why she hadn't been added to that group. Drugs wasn't an odd thing. What was odd happened to be her freshman placement with the Red team. What a mistake that was. Richard did not take well to her at all. There was a vague memory of her tossing something heavy at him once. The anger still sat her in gut. It was such a shame he was here again this year. It always bothered her when she didn't get along with others.
”Hi,” the recovering creature bade peacefully to the fantasy-driven Katsuya. Her imagination was as wide as her eyes, even with a mouthful of food... Low imagined there was some war going on in her mouth, the teeth the indomitable force and the food an underdog, decimated, squandered. Thinking more on the first question, her pinky trailed and tapped the nail of her dear sweet Ollie.
”I want to do nothing and everything at once. Nothing? Something?” She frowned. A clear sign of being overwhelmed! Help, dear friend. Help! A decision needed to be made but Low wasn't prepared enough to make it. They had all gotten here moments prior after all. | Alexandria Novak
“Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.”
-Michael Scott, The OfficeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexandria Emily Novak
|Nickname|
Alex; no one calls her Alexandria because nobody calls anyone by that name
|Birth Date|
04.04.1998
|Age|
Seventeen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Alex has a mousy type face with small and gentle features. Her eyes are a big and vibrant green that look amazing emphasized by eyeliner and mascara. She has a nose that is thin and long, coming to a small point at the end with thin lips. Relatively pale, her skin tone compliments by contrasting with her dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Usually she leaves it down in messy tendrils since it's medium length and doesn't get in the way much. Alex is of average height, standing at 5'5, seemingly either a few inches taller than some of the girls or a few shorter. Very thin, Alex doesn't feel self conscious about the size of her assets. Porn stars have the supposed ideal body type; models are small.
|Clothing Style|
Alex dresses for the weather. Since it's summer and it's hot, she wears tank tops and short shorts. However, she much prefers to wear her mini skirts or summer dresses. She also brought a few pair of jeans and leggings in case the mosquitoes were feeling extra vicious on certain days. Alex only packed a few pairs of shoes: two casual slip ons (Vans and Sperrys) and a pair of tennis shoes that probably won't be used too much. She loves rings and wears an abundance of diverse bracelets on her right wrist.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alex has both lobes pierced but usually doesn't wear earrings because they get caught in her hair.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Celebrities
✔Boys
✔Money
✔Sarcasm
✔Sports
✔Bracelets
✔Beauty
✘Summer
✘Outdoors
✘Sweating
✘Mosquitoes
✘Campfires and anything associated
✘Pep
✘Aggression
|Hobbies|
Biking
Reading
Singing
Watching animal videos on YouTube
|Habits|
Cussing
Flirting
Expressing indignation and disgust
|Fears|
☠Snakes
☠Drowning
☠GhostsD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Shallow ♦ Bitter ♦ Ignorant ♦ Opinionated ♦ Naive ♦ Spoiled ♦
No one's going to say that Alex is their favorite camper. She always appears unhappy and when someone actually talks to her, it seems like the only thing that comes out of her mouth is some form of criticism. However, she does have a hidden sense of humor and affinity for laughter behind that first barrier of silence and indifference. Despite the fact that she's the poster child for the perception of the Blue Team, she's actually quite a poor fit. Alex isn't competitive in the least bit. No, she doesn't think everyone's a winner nor having fun is the real prize. She simply doesn't find any point to put in the effort for something as pointless as a camping competition for what, literally nothing.
Alex is surprisingly sweet and sensitive. She wants all the other campers to like her but isn't really quite sure how to approach it. Sometimes when she makes the rare effort, it's either the wrong way or with the wrong person. However, that doesn't mean that she can't easily be deceived due to her naivety. There is a danger to her though: she is a resentful soul to those who hurt her. Once she personally hates you, her determination to get you back could rival even the most competitive campers.
Ironically the first thing that is noticeable about Alex is that she's extremely shallow. You'll never catch her without makeup on and she would much rather be late to events than go out with bad hair. A flaw that she has is how easily she is appeased by another's physical appearance. Much of how she initially feels about you is based on how attractive she finds you. Also, don't put anything reflective near her because you can bet she'll be checking herself out with no shame. Why would you have shame when you look this good?
|Place of Origin|
Seattle, WA
|History|
Alexandria's personality and attitude illustrate everything there is to know about her past. Only child, pampered princess, oh so ignorant to the way the real world works. Her parents were never really home due to their constantly busy careers. Her father is a coach for the Mariners and her mother is a neurologist. With her father gone for six months traveling the country and her mother coming home late from shifts from the hospital, the house was very quiet when Alex would come home. However, it wasn't like it was any different during the rare occasions all three were actually together. There wasn't much to talk about since it had been so long since anyone knew what the other was doing. Well, at least Alex would never have to worry about her parents splitting up. They were good like this; content and stagnant.
To take care of their daughter as best as they could since they were not around, Alex's parents supported her through the money they were making. After all, that was the whole reason they took on their jobs, right? Alex saw the bright side of it: she never had to do any activity since her parents didn't have the time to take care to practices or recitals or whatever it would have been. However, maybe if they had, Alex would have been able to discover her potential for singing. They also didn't know what she was doing so she could do whatever. Most of the kids in her situation, the ones she attends the high class private school with, made the best of it and got to party with all the fun accessories. Alex would have probably fell into the same loop if she wasn't so reclusive and shy.
However, she didn't get to become the way she is without her share of demons. Last year, before summer began, a family friend visited and brought their son. It was the first time Alex met him. Andrew was an edgy photographer living in a New York apartment paid by his parents. Over the month they were visiting, the two got closer together and when he was returning to the other side of the coast, he offered to take Alex to spend the rest of the summer there since she wasn't doing anything in Seattle and her parents weren't planning on taking a break from their careers. They could only spoil their daughter so much. A month and a half alone with a boy six years her senior on the other side of the country? They didn't think so.
So they looked up for something quick to busy her for the rest of the summer and found Camp Liberty. They thought it would be the perfect plan for her. She would get physical exercise and maybe meet new friends and it was close enough they could be there if something happened. And, most importantly, it prevented her from seeing her new boyfriend. Alex didn't get enough time to know everybody and get familiar with the way things worked the first time since she came in more than halfway through the camp. And since her parents are doing the same thing this year, she'll get the whole summer to redo.
|Extra|
No. School.
Unlike most of the other campers, Alex likes to watch sports, not play them.
|Theme Song|
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
"But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" |
5,378 | 146 | 34 | 968 | 6,713 | Sable Santiago
Location: The Dining Hall
Interacting With:Sebastian Reyes
So far, no one had made an attempt to walk up and talk to Sable and she was fine with that. Soon there would be campfires, parties and hikes, so what was the point in exposing the fact she was a social little butterfly just yet? Checking her phone, she would realize that she had a few texts from home.
To: Sis
From: John
hey, hows camp? do i have permission to rade whats left of your room? oh, by the way, Viv already went through your clothes. she said since u left her for the whole summer that she thought it was fair 2 take them and mayb give them bck l8r.
Upon reading the text, Sable would roll her eyes. How could she forgot to tell Viv goodbye? For crying out loud the girls had been best friends since they were 5. Oh well, she could have the clothes. Sable had brought her favorite outfits with her anyways. Continuing to sit and check her social media and all the things that followed along with it, the girl would feel someone pull out one of her earbuds from her ears. Turning around quickly, she already had a snarky insult in her head, but looking up, she would find no one but Sebastian himself.
"Hey, is everything okay? Why are you so distant from us? From everyone."
Oh, to be snarky, truthful? How about a mixture of both? Maybe it would fail, maybe it would work. Oh well, here goes nothing.
"I'm not that distant," the girl responded, her voice neutral and a bit low. I mean, it's only the first day of camp. After all, you guys seemed to have your own little conversation and I'm not all that good of friends with any of you, so, there wasn't any reason for me to just waltz over and insert myself into the little group. Pausing for a moment, she would purse her lips before speaking again. "What's it matter to you anyway, Sebastian?"
People was something that Sable had no problem with, but why did people refuse to see that sometimes all she wanted to do was listen to her music -nothing more, nothing less-? Oh well, at least he was actually speaking to her. That was more than anticipated. After all, the two of them had a few interesting conversations last summer, but other than that, nothing to take note of.
Now aware of just how loud her music was, as well as the fact she had missed the ending to her song, Sable would take out her other earbud, pause her playlist and turn down the volume for future references. | Sable Arabella Santiago
“The rules were meant to be broken; someone just has to be brave enough to do the breaking. That person just so happens to be me.”
-Sable SantiagoT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sable Arabella Santiago
|Nickname|
Well, you can't really get one out of Sable, but Bell or Bella is an option. There is no particular reason for liking these nicknames, they are something that her friends gave her when she was little and they carried on with her throughout life.
|Birth Date|
June 27th, 1998.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Cis Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual, though leans more towards the male gender.
|Sexually Active|
Sable admits to having "done the dead" once or twice.
|Relationship Status|
Free as a bird. (Any ideas, PM me.)
|Role|
Member of Team Gray.
|Team Color|
Gray would be the answer.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at five feet, five inches tall, Sable is your average height, per say. Her skin is a natural darkish tan color, due to being hispanic. A current weight of 132 pounds, the girl has long legs. Where as people have extra layers of fat or skin that is simply there, Sable has the slightest amount of muscle to her frame. She has long brown hair that falls to the small of her back that can either be left free falling, or pulled back into a high-set ponytail. Full lips, a bit of a wide pudgy nose as well as cheeky grins and bright brown eyes, Sable is all around your ideal spunky, slightly athletic looking girl. On a side note, due to her infatuation with drawing with charcoal pencils, Sable can be found with her fingertips smudged with black as well as the occasion streak of the charcoal on her clothing or face.
|Clothing Style|
Female muscle t-shirts, spaghetti strap tank-tops of her band merch for tops. Skinny jeans and girl combat boots in the color of black typically top of her outfit, if not her short denim shorts. Flat billed hats turned around backwards is a definite. She typically can be seen in a sleeveless denim jacket as well. You may be lucky enough to catch her in a dress or two, but it's not all that likely.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Sable has her earlobes pierced as well as a scar of about three inches long running vertically on her left side right below the rib cage.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Music- this is rock, mostly. Things like ACDC, Daughtry, Simple Plan, All American Rejects, etc.
✔Drawing- with Charcoal pencils, that is.
✔Skateboarding.
✔Flirtting.
✔Pizza- Peperoni is her favorite.
✔Team Green seems alright.
✔Thunderstorms.
✔The outdoors, especially the stars and hiking.
✔Science.
✘Team blue, the arrogant bastards.
✘People messing with her music. Sable likes her music loud and she likes her playlist the way it is. Mess with it, she'll break you.
✘Cats.
✘Classical music.
✘Math.
✘The color yellow.
|Hobbies|
•Playing the electric guitar.
•Skateboarding
•Her Drawing
|Habits|
•Sable bites her thumbnail when she is in deep concentration. Well, not exactly biting... more like chewing... you'll just have to see if for yourself.
•She tends to dance when there is no music playing out loud to the random song that is stuck in her head.
•Draw on anything and everything.
|Fears|
☠Dying young.
☠Losing the people closest to her.
☠That one random day that could possibly happen and her phone freaks out, suddenly causing her whole playlist to be deleted. Random fear? Yep.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ ADHD ♦ Goofy ♦ Caring ♦ Social ♦
Looking for a kind, random, hyper social little butterfly? Look no further than Sable. With the occasional prank as well as saying some of the weirdest things that you have ever heard, Sable has ADHD, though does not take the medicine for it, ending up in her being full of energy. She also tends to blurt out random quotes in random situations. Caring for people is something that Sable tends to do, perhaps a little to much. If something seems long, she'll help you out. Need someone to talk to, then come and spill your darkest fears to Sable. She may seem goofy and super social -which she is- but she knows how to keep a secret. Oh, and she's a southern belle, so expect a "Bless your heart" thrown you way here and there.
Despite the good, Sable has some bad traits as well. She's overly blunt, saying the first thing that comes to mind. In short, her mouth has no filter, really. Sometimes it seems as if all she can do as flirt, and perhaps ma even do so with you even if she knows that you are not single. It's just who she is. Sable is also overly stubborn. When she makes up her mind about someone or something, it will take something major happening to change her mind. Due to the mix of the good and bad, Sable tends to come off as either rude, flirty, or goofy pretty much all of the time.
|Place of Origin|
Augusta, Georgia, USA.
|History|
Growing up in a family full of 7 children, being the middle child and the only girl, Sable had an interesting childhood. Learning to take up for herself as well as prank at an early age, she ended up being one of the guys from the start, never being afraid to get dirty and roll around in the mud with them. Her father was a hard working man, as well as her mother. School was something that Sable has never, and will never, like. Unless it was Science, that is. Getting into trouble and lunch were her favorite subjects really.
Her whole life was really just a basic twist here and there. Something good would come along, like her parents relationship being good, and then the next day they would have an argument, her mother leaving for weeks at a time. However, the two managed to keep such things under tight wraps, the major arguments happening around Sable and her brothers. None the less, her parents kept their mouths shut as much as possible for the sake of their children. Her teachers did their best to get her involved in their classes and other activities, but Sable had her own agenda with being a sociallite and teching herself the guitar.
Staying up late and waiting until the rest of the family was asleep, Sable would wait up to sneak out onto the roof of her second story window and stare at the stars while drawing and listening to her music in order to clear her head. It wasn't until last year when Sable got suspended from school for a fight that her mother decided it was time for the girl to have a break. Finding Camp Liberty on the internet, Sable was actually here last summer. Apparently the Camp has made some difference in her, as her mother is forcing her to come back this summer.
|Extra|
Pretty sure I covered everything.
|Theme Song|
She's a Reble-Greenday
"She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade"
Alexander Bradley Nichols
“It's better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not.”-André GideT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexander Bradley Nichols
|Nickname|
Alec is Alexander's most common nickname, something that he started being called at the age of 5. In his opinion, his whole name is just too fancy, however, Alec makes him sound... well, normal. Brad is another nickname, coming from his middle name. Feel free to call him either.
|Birth Date|
August 13th, 1997
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Cis Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual.
|Sexually Active|
Yep.
|Relationship Status|
Single as a pringle.
|Role|
Team Pink Leader
|Team Color|
Pink.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5 feet, 11 inches and weighing in at a total of 160 pounds, Alec has chocolate brown hair that is cut short and slightly swept up in the front. His eyes are a warm caramel color, always seeming inviting. His skin is smooth to the touch and could be considered a light tan color from staying outdoors. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a angular like shape.
|Clothing Style|
T-shirts that seem to hug in all the right places can be found on Alec's slightly muscular torso as well as the occasional sweater or two. Jeans are his main bottoms, though maybe some cargo shorts here and there. Sneakers or vans for the finish.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alec has a scar on the right side of his face going from his temple down to his jawbone. Approximately 6 inches long.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dogs
✔Pranks
✔Arguments over things that he is passionate about.
✔Soccer(Football).
✔Playing in the mud or outside in general.
✔Summer Nights.
✔Harry Potter- the books, that is.
✔Rock Music- Stuff along the lines of Hinder, Creed, Evanescence and Simple Plan. He doesn't listen to it loudly, but loud enough.
✘Winter.
✘School in general. Well, lunch is okay.
✘Stuck up people.
✘Celery.
✘Being judged on his appearance.
✘Romance movies.
✘Being told what to do.
✘Broken Promises
|Hobbies|
•Playing the Drums.
•Writing- Poetry, short stories.
•Swimming.
|Habits|
•Chewing on the eraser end of his pencil or pen.
•Bouncing his leg up and down when bored.
•Biting the inside of his cheek randomly.
|Fears|
☠Losing any bodily limb.
☠Ferris Wheels.
☠Being forgotten.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Kind ♦ Energetic ♦ Dependable ♦ Confident ♦
Alec is a kind person, always helping and looking out for others. He can't simply help it. If you have a problem, he's the one to come to. He is also very dependable, and when he say's he will get it done, he will. Perhaps not at the exact time that he or you would like, but if you ask him to make a cake, and the boy agrees to do so, expect the cake on your doorstep pretty soon. Along with being dependable, he hates broken promises. When he says the words "I promise" he will stick by that promise until the day he dies to make sure that it is fulfilled.
Despite his fellow Pinks, Alec is not one for gossip, though is a loud and rambunctious person. If there is a party or social activity to be found, he will find it and you can be sure to find him there.
A downside, when Alec tells you that he is confident, he's not lying. The boy has a major ego and cares -perhaps to much- what others think of him.
|Place of Origin|
Nashville, Tennessee
|History|
Alexander's past is something that he will never talk about unless it is strictly required or you are very close to him. Born in a small right on the outskirts of Nashville, the boy had a drunk of a father and his mother died during giving birth to him. For this, he never has forgiven himself, considering that he thinks his mother's death is his own fault. Not wanting the child, his father gave Alexander up for adoption.
And then the so called adventure started. At the age of 3, he was placed with a loving family. Raised in the household until the age of 6, Alec found out that he was to be a big brother, his so called adoptive parents pregnant with a little girl. However, what the young, naive, child did not know was that the only reason the family had considered adopting him was they thought they were unable to be pregnant. It was 5 months before the end of his temporary mothers pregnancy that he was sent back to the foster home.
It was not until the age of 10 that he was officially adopted by a family in Nashville, and here he was nothing more than a meal ticket. Taking care of the younger children in the household by making sure that they ate as well as seeing to it that they were clothed, bathed and got their homework done, Alec did not care so much for his schooling. Being a D average student has really gotten him nowhere, though as long as the children were taken care of, he could care less about himself. Despite his home life and poor grades, he does and has had lots of friends at school.
Coming to camp at the age of 13 in order to get away from things, Alec pledged pink just 3 years ago at the age of 15 and became the leader of the team just last year.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The warm nights by the bonfire with the stars shining bright in the sky.
Due to living in Tennessee, he does have a country accent.
|Theme Song|
Tell Me I'm A Wreck – Every Avenue
”When you tell me I'm a wreck
You say that I'm a mess
How could you expect anything less?” |
5,379 | 146 | 35 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Location: Red Cabin.
Interacting With: Jessica Wilson via text & Elowen Glass & The Team Leaders & Richard King via text The afternoon hours were approaching fast and she could feel it within herself. She had gathered up all of her notes and such then stood up from her bed, a bit relieved and excited to share her ideas with everyone, well Rashad and the team leaders, anyway. She walked out of the cabin and stood there for a moment, checking her phone and seeing that she had missed two texts, one from Jess and another from Low. She sighed as she hated texting people late responses but did so anyway.
To: Jessie W.
From: Stace
Hey there, girl! Sorry for the late response but I am getting ready for the team leader meeting. See you soon though, chica!
She shot the text over towards Jessica then opened up Elowen's message and saw that there were no words present, only emojis. 'Weird one.' She thought to herself while typing up a message anyway.
To: Low G.
From: Stacey H.
Hey! You've decided to come back this year, I see. Talk to you soon, getting ready for team leader meeting.
Stacey hopefully responded to all messages that were sent her way as she heard the feedback screech from the intercom and heard Rashad, somewhat authoritative voice blared from the microphone and out from the speakers that surrounded the camp. "Alright, team leaders, it's ten minutes till noon and we need to get our meeting underway so please meet me in the Main Hall in the meeting room. Please and thank you." She shook her head as she had to walked back towards the main hall.
After her trek, she noticed Christian and Leah walking together and smiled. She wanted to send her a text message but decided against as she didn't want cock block right now. Upon entering back into the main hall, she paid little to no attention to anyone as she was just excited to see all of the team leaders together again. She down at the brown, round table before her as she saw the other camp counselors enter along with Rashad, himself.
"Okay, I have a few ideas for camp this year." Stacey started rambling annoyingly as Rashad stopped her by raising up his hand then speaking. "Stacey, we start off with introductions here then get down to business. Plus, the other leaders haven't gotten here yet." Stacey leaned back in her seat and folded her arms over her chest, practically rolling her eyes at him. She had a snarky comment to counter his but held it in as she wasn't one to get sassy or snarky back with anyone - Though, there were a few exceptions.
Her eyes were would veer towards the other team leaders as they made their presence felt and whenever Casper came in, she'd make a scrunched up face towards him then not even look his direction. There was an open seat beside her but she sat her binder there so he wouldn't sit beside her. A slight smirk came over her lips as she eyed him briefly then looked away again. 'Weak ass.' She thought then looked as Rashad closed the door and the meeting was fixing to begin but first introductions. She stood up first and smiled then waved at everyone's direction except Casper's, of course then spoke. "I'm Stacey, even though all of you already know that and I look forward to a wonderful time and experience at camp this summer. Now, I have a few ideas." She was stopped again by Rashad, who introduced himself, causing her to sit down with a frown.
Rashad introduced himself along with the other camp counselors then waited for everyone else to introduce themselves before continuing on with the meeting. Stacey took out her cell phone and started texting King.
To: The King
From: Stace
You should totally come to the team leader meeting and claim your rightful title to the throne. LOL.
Another smirk came over her lips after she sent that message and continued on to listening to everyone's introductions and what not. As soon as the intros were over, she stood up and cut off Rashad while marching around the table, handing everyone her perfectly, cursive, handwritten activity list. She just threw Casper's his though then stood up in front of her chair. "Before you are ideas that I have this year for camp. Like, mass movie night. Fun but if I see Camp Rock 1 and 2 again, I swear I'll leave camp before the end of summer. I was thinking of having a horror mass movie night?! And have capture the flag be something like in Divergent except it'll be paintballs and not neurosem darts or whatever he called those things. We should definitely have a talent show or something for all of our talented campers here. And finally, our end of the summer party theme should be..." She paused for anticipation then squealed. "I actually don't have an idea for that one yet but open to suggestions. And.." Rashad cut her off before she could continue.
"What do you team leaders think about Stacey's ideas?" He asked them and knew that they were going to be honest with her. She bit her bottom lip nervously while waiting for everyone to speak.
Location: Dining Hall | Lake Liberty
Interacting With: Leah Willoughby & Casper Fawn | Lilian Ashbourne | Luca Caldwell Christian smiled delightfully when Leah accepted his proposal to walk with him. She even mentioned something about her being his tour guide, which he certainly didn't mind. Once they were up, walking and such, she asked him yet another question. "Uhm, I did a little research about it and begged my parents. Yeah, tired of the usual hanging out with friends and family summer. Think it's about time I made some new friends, you know?" His smile beamed towards her as she mentioned something about meeting a few friends before beginning their walk. "It's fine." He muttered as she stopped at a table and talked.
Christian eyed the people before him then waved as Leah introduced him to her friends. "Hello, everyone." He managed to mutter then smiled while looking towards Leah now as they trailed off. "Bye, guys." Christian waved them bye as he was now outside standing beside Leah, who asked him a previous question that he never got a chance to answer, due to Sebastian. "Uhm, team green. What about you?" He'd counter back toward her as he stuffed his hands into the inside of his pants pockets.
His eyes veered towards the lake as they were nearing it. The screech from the intercom didn't really bother him that much but his ears tuned in to what was being said. He looked down at his wristwatch and noticed the time. "Wow. It's the afternoon, already? Time sure flies by when you're with someone pretty." He chuckled at that lame saying and hope that she wouldn't really notice how lame it was. His eyes gleamed right into hers as he stopped and looked at the pier. "Come on." He'd instinctively grab her hand and lead her down to the pier.
Christian sat down and patted the spot beside him for her to sit with a smile. His eyes looked out at the crystal blue waters before them and he just inhaled in the air and exhaled it back out. "Sure is nice here, you know. I think I might stay." His arm brushed against hers a little then his eyes went to hers. "Sorry to ask but when you eyed your phone a few minutes ago, you seemed upset." He'd breathed before asking her. "Everything okay?" He asked while placing his hand on hers in a comforting and caring manner, having a worried look plastered against his face, waiting for her to respond.
Location: Dining Hall | Media Room | Purple Cabin
Interacting With: Sable Santiago & Jessica Wilson via text & Elowen Glass Sebastian eyed Sable as her reaction was something he had not expected. His brow raised up at her as he didn't quite know what to say. "Well, excuse me for seeing if something was the matter with you." Was all Sebastian said as he rose up from his seat and stormed away from Sable. Seeing that Leah and Christian left, he now sat at the end of the table, by himself. Sebastian pulled out his cell phone and texted everyone back.
To: L.G.
From: Sebastian R.
Hey, sorry for the late response. I was trying to help someone out but everybody can't be helped. Where are you?
He sent the message towards Elowen then opened up the group message from Jessica. Twinkle Toes? Sebastian laughed as he sent a reply towards her.
To: Jess
From: Twinkle Toes
Hey! So excited to see you soon!
Another and hopefully the final message sent out to people. His eyes veered towards Sable then he got up and threw away his trash and while walking around the dining hall, seeing what kind of trouble he can get into with anyone. He'd walk out of the dining hall soon and head back over to the media room, which was almost empty since it was noon and people were starting to stir outside and enjoy the weather.
Sebastian guess that he'd go into the purple cabin and just hangout there until tonight when the back to camp or welcome to camp bonfire will commence. Plus, he had to figure out what to wear - Even though, he didn't really care about what he wore. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,380 | 146 | 36 | 83 | 270 | Katsuya Bogdani
Location: Dinning Hall
Interacting With: Ollie & Elowen
Katsuya pondered Ollie’s inquiry while vigorously chewing on a fluffy piece of pancake; it seemed the question posed by her spec wearing soul sister concerned Kat’s enjoyment of camp thus far and despite the innocent intentions it was a very emotionally loaded question. It was not Ollie’s fault that she could not feel the swell of conflicting feelings brewing inside Kat; on one hand she loathed Jessie, but on the other she was enraptured by her like the simple moth drawn to an open flame. Kat lifted the lukewarm pot of coffee to her lips and begin to pour the liquid down her gullet in a pitiful attempt to buy time to formulate an answer that would not tip Ollie off to the fact that she was totally crus…involved in an intense rivalry with one of her more attractive peers. Ollie did not have to be dragged into the middle of this dialectical confrontation as the poor dear was entirely too innocent; Kat inquisitively glanced up at Ollie from her pot of coffee as to briefly validate her internalized opinion before excitably addressing her friend.
“Despite being a newblood I absolutely love camp as it is so real that it is able to give off the mysterious air associated with the unreal; also the rustic charm is a plus, it is almost like we are in the middle of the woods or something. Anyways, I have found myself becoming enthralled with the local wildlife…she is so pretty…uh the wildlife that is…the wildlife is so pretty like something off the pages of National Geographic. Ha! Oh, Ollie you should have seen this doe…let me tell you we do not have female…deer like that in Pittsburg…matter of factly we do not have much of anything in Pittsburg outside of a perpetual state of gloom and a ton of snow. Some can say Pittsuburg’s number one export should be depression, but I digress as that is enough gabbing on about my dour hometown as I am here at Camp Wonderland basking in the presence of my two favorite people. Heed this timing, happy times are indeed ahead! We should be proactive and such…whatever happened to climbing every mountain and traversing every valley? I bet if we put our minds too it we could even wrestle a fully grown grizzly bear!”
Kat punctuated her last proclamation by loudly slamming the pilfered coffee pot on the table; thankfully it remained unbroken. She took another swig of the brown liquid and considered grabbing more pancakes while the getting was good, but she was too involved in socializing to even dare to think of eating at a time like this. Kat acknowledged Elowen’s greeting with a wide smile as this girl despite seeming as fragile as her surname suggested possessed an indomitable spirt and this even awed someone as unimpressionable as Kat. It seemed that Elowen was in a sense that exquisite piece of china that Kat’s mother would warn her to be careful around lest it disappear forever. Kat addressed Elowen with an uncharacteristic sense of tact and softness.
“Oh, dear Elowen your use of verbiage is ever so inspired; it is like you paint with language itself. If I was a tenth as elegant as you are in this moment I could have tea with jolly ole Queen Elizabeth and still have plenty of whimsy to spare. However, it honestly warms me ever so to see you once again. Registration was like forever ago, but what is forever? Just the passing of time, when you are guaranteed to gaze upon those you like once again or something like that; I was never one for the whole quotation thing just isn’t my scene. As for that something to do I say we laugh a laugh a little louder, long for the danger, and learn to lo…”
Kat paused and for once in the entirety of her up to this point the constant barrage of thoughts, ideas, and so on came to a complete stand still faced with an unsurmountable blockage. She was not going to say the l-word, nope that was just ridiculousness as the l-word did not exist nor it was something one could abruptly fall into…not happening; perhaps the dreaded l-word was on the tip of her tongue, but she still could swallow this divisive statement. Did she want to? Ye..N..Yes…no. However, to avert any further emotional crisis this urge would be suppressed regardless of Kat’s personal indecisiveness on the matter. Recognizing the awkwardness of the growing silence Kat pretended to have decided to take swig of that coffee before she continued speaking.
“…to live a little bit more. Dreadfully sorry, as it seems I got lost in a train of thought as I was just thinking about that doe I happened to catch a glance of earlier. Perhaps we should go for a walk…yeah fresh air never hurt anybody and it is clear plants are our friends since they not only produce food fit for human consumption, but also help provide us with the ever precious oxygen that allows us to breathe that fresh air I mentioned…which is outside. What do you say girls, how about we depart and conquer that wild blue yonder? Or we could just take a stroll? Ease on down the road as they said in the Wiz. I am game for anything and everything. Just say the words.” | Katsuya Bogdani
“Ha! Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner!”
-Brian SladeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Katsuya Bogdani
|Nickname|
“Kat” – has become the preferred name of one Katsuya Bogdani because the masculine act of shorting the name to remove formality coupled with the feminine connotations of the nickname itself acts as a reflection of Katsuya’s androgyny; however, an equally viable scenario is that as a non-binary youth growing up in such an inhospitable place as Pittsburg the nickname “Kat” is an unfortunate byproduct of juvenile bullying by immature peers coupled with the intrinsic national desire to Americanize foreign sounding names. However, when asked about the origins of the nickname Katsuya has been known to weave conflicting tales in order to perpetuate the air of mystery that surrounds her.
|Birth Date|
October 16, 1998
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Androgyne (born male, prefers female pronouns)
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
GreyA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a name like Katsuya there are certain intrinsic expectations one might have of the person possessing this name however, in this case the name itself acts as a façade and nothing could prepare you for the bearer’s actual appearance. Identifying as an androgyne Katsuya has crafted her image to resemble the penultimate juxtaposition of masculine and feminine; so even upon closer inspection it is hard to tell if Katsuya is a flat chested girl or merely an effeminate looking boy. Katsuya has retained some oriental features despite being a child of an interracial marriage, though her pale skin is a product of seventeen years exposed to Pittsburg’s grueling winters coupled with an aversion to any outdoor activity rather than any genetic symptom. Katsuya is also rather petite standing at five feet ten inches and weighing only one hundred and five pounds; Katsuya takes pride in this as to her it is a physical representation of her androgyny. Another thing about Katsuya that one might notice is her teal dyed hair, but that is not a permanent feature as Katsuya changes the color of her hair every couple months as keeps people on their toes per say.
|Clothing Style|
Katsuya has packed a variety of different clothing options ranging from the tried-and-true tshirt and jeans combo to more formal dresses; being one that values spontaneity Katsuya made sure to pack a plethora of clothing related options. A special outfit in Katsuya’s wardrobe is a silk kimono weaved by her mother, needless to say that this rose-blossom tinted garment is only worn in moments of reverence.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Other than the golden hoop that is usually protruding from Katsuya’s right earlobe, she has no other distinguishing scars, tattoos, or piercings. G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Adventure
✔ Subverting Expectations
✔Theatricality
✔Admiration
✔Flirting
✔Admiration
✔Risk Taking
✔ Onigiri (Japanese Rice Balls)
✘ Ennui (Boredom)
✘ Criticism
✘Oppression/Micromanagement
✘Predictability
✘Intimacy
✘Stress
✘Routine
✘Intolerance
|Hobbies|
Composing songs for the post-ambient stage of her nonexistent music career
Rigorously doodling in her sketchpad
Critically Watching Cinema
Purposely getting herself lost in order to maximize exploration potential
Reading sappy romance novels and unironically crying at the end
|Habits|
Being fashionably late or extremely early; however, never showing up exactly on time
Giving vague or cryptic non-answers when asked a question, especially if a personal question is asked
Chewing on the end of writing implements
Gesturing with her hands while talking
|Fears|
☠Becoming complacent therefore allowing normalcy to seep into her life
☠ Being rejected by a romantic partner
☠ Working 9-to-5 for “The Man”
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Imaginative ♦ Artistic♦ Spontaneous ♦ Rebellious♦
Katsuya is disrespectful of any type of authority and feels like a hierarchy only hampers her ability to express herself as she sees fit at any given moment; this is problematic when working with others as she thrives off of subverting other’s expatiations of her. She is also to coin a fitting phrase an enigma wrapped in a riddle coated in enigma sauce because for example at times she can be blissfully unaware of social graces yet at the same time strive to challenge these conventions. Katsuya lives to pursue her passions regardless of the risks involved and coupled with her need for the admiration of this is a most dangerous concoction; an unnecessary theatrical risk outweighs simply finishing the task at hand with no incidents. Her eccentricity has a certain charm about it and she is adapt at finding the right compliment to break the resolve of those that would call her out; however, any criticism that is laid against her no matter how benign affects her on a personal level and she cannot help seeing it as an unwarranted attack.
|Place of Origin|
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
|History|
Katsuya’s was born to a family of immigrants; her father left Albania in 1991 disgusted with rampant corruption ushered in by reformism, while her mother arrived from Japan in the late eighties to pursue a career in avant-garde theater and escape from her traditionalist parents back home. Her father’s career as a one of the tristate area’s few Lacanian psychoanalysts coupled with his belief in the democratic family greatly influenced Katsuya’s upbringing in as far as it allowed her to develop in a rather liberal environment without the fear of punishment or judgement; in layman’s terms Lacanian psychoanalysis teaches that the human subject is created through social interaction and one must learn to vanquish the narcissistic illusions of the self, so in order not to deprive the child of important psychological development the Bogdani household was open to anybody and everybody. Therefore young Katsuya was raised amongst an endless stream of drifters, vagabonds, her father’s patients, wayward leftists, and so. This rotation of faces from all walks of life affected the young child especially those that belonged to her mother’s theater troupe; it was possible the repeat viewing of these neo-cabaret performances that allowed the child the enlightenment needed to appreciate the harmonious symmetry between the sexes and eventually identify as an androgyne.
School life has not been particularly easy for Katsuya and she has been the target of many a bully, yet she learned to endure by perpetuating a front of detachment and unpredictability; as an admitted attention-seeker and in constant need of an audience Katsuya is not above carrying out overly dramatic revenge schemes much to the chagrin of her father who believes she should rise above such ideology. Katsuya enjoys reveling in her sexual freedom, but deep downs she fears forming an emotional connection to someone else as that opens the door to complacency.
Katsuya’s enrolled in Camp Liberty this year after being spurred on by her father recounting a long-winded story about his own years toiling in the Communist Youth building bunkers back in Albania and how the profound the experience was; the rugged allure of camp life always piqued Katsuya’s interest and she always enjoyed the prospect of implanting herself on a stranger’s psyche…according to popular culture no one forgets camp memories, thusly it was decided that she would attend camp this year if only for the sentimental value. Katsuya was drawn to Team Grey for its non-hierarchal structure and laid back nature.
|Extra|
In real life I live in Florida, so summer has lost some of its appeal as it never ends here.
|Theme Song|
The Passenger– Iggy Pop
“And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine” |
5,381 | 146 | 37 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Alexandria Novak
Location: Dining Hall
Interacting With: Malcolm Okada | Alexandria Novak | Jessica Wilson | Richard King
Alex only noticed someone standing next to Richard after she had rammed into him. Glancing to the tall boy's side, she saw that it was that best friend of his with the glasses and beautiful hair. Seeing Stacey practically try to dislocate his shoulder with her own, her green eyes widened and she quirked an eyebrow. And people think I'm the diva? I mean, Jesus, her freaking last name is Hampton. However, before she could contemplate anymore on the irony, she felt an arm go around her back and her shirt being tugged up. Slowly turning her head, she came face to face with an enraged looking Richard. Staring directly into his vivid blue eyes, she donned an expression of indifference. She was about to comment with a snarky, "Yes, you are cute this up close," when she noticed his eyes shift to the side for a quick second. What was that all about? Stopping all further thoughts on the strange action, Alex let out a tiny squeak of surprise when he lightly pecked her nose before gently placing her down. He was lucky too; she was at the ideal height to knee him in the thigh.
Mock glaring at Richard's beaming face, she smoothed out her shirt before replying with a curt, "Don't do that again. You're messing up my clothes." She knew he wouldn't take it seriously because she had returned his hug, showing she wasn't upset with the interaction. Watching her fellow teammate place his arm around the boy next to him, she lightly smiled at the brunet. As Richard pulled out his phone, she decided she needed to greet... this person. Damn it; she had forgotten his name. "Hey... Mark," she decided to go with. It'd probably be close enough. Mal blinked back at her owlishly, then grinned. "It's Mal," he told her helpfully, before making an obviously deliberate attempt to diffuse the awkwardness. "Your name's, like, Anna or something right?" Subconsciously, the girl's grin widened. She liked this guy. "Actually it's MC Giggles but more importantly, I want you to know I actually knew your name. I just wanted to make sure you knew it," she replied mock haughtily with a wink.
However, the two's playful banter came to a premature halt as Alex tuned in on what Richard was saying. Whipping her head to face him, her expression conveyed extreme indignation. Turning to see Caspy's reaction, she witnessed Luca pulling their best friend away. She could feel the immense guilt coursing through her before being replaced with anger.
Jessica walked had walked into the dining hall with a slightly puzzled expression. She had been at camp for less than 2 hours, and Kat was already throwing snide comments at her? God, what was that girl's problem? Kat and Jess had never gotten along, and she wasn't really sure why. Ever since they met, Kat had been openly antagonistic towards her.
"Heeeeey, Jess-baby! How've you been!"
King's voice broke her out of her thoughts. Her expression immediately sprang to life. "King! Mal! Oh my god, I missed you guys sooooo much!" Jessica cried out, nearly tackling them both with the force of her embrace. She didn't even take the chance to look closely at their faces before she jumped on them. Not quite letting go of her boys, Jess lifted her head to smile at Alex. "It's good to see you too Alex."
The sudden rush of another body plowing into Mal and King made the taller man brace himself, and he let out a rich laugh as Jess burrowed her head into his chest, greeting him cheerfully. He hugged her with his free arm, while the other still hung heavily over Mal's shoulder, and he stared down at her with cheerful eyes. Not registering that Jessica had come up and greeted them, Alex punched Richard in the arm with some force. "Dude, what the hell is your problem?!" she accused exasperatedly. Not really wanting to shake Jessica free King gave Alex a slightly annoyed glance. Alex did not waver at Richard's look; it wasn't like this was a new occurrence for them. They may have been friends but that didn't mean it was a smooth relationship.
"You know my problem, Alex. Look," King twirled Jessica around, moving her from in between him and Mal to his empty side, slinging his left arm over her shoulder while his right still remained close to Malcolm. A Pink on each arm, man, there's probably some poetic metaphor in there somewhere. Once comfortable, he returned his gaze to the fuming Alex, cocking his head innocently, "I know you're friendly with Fawn but... You gotta admit, he's just not right for this job." He sighed dramatically, pushing most of weight down onto Mal playfully.
Richard blinked for a second, eyes passing between the three around him carefully. At this moment, he was surrounded by a slightly befuddled Malcolm, a very excited, very hyper Jessica, and mad and getting madder Alex. The odds might be a little in his favor, but, not wanting to hold any bad blood with Alexandria he shook his head slightly.
At hearing the tall blonde's accusations, Alex was on the verge of screaming at him, unaware of the public scene it would cause and letting everyone know their business. She was about to yell at him about how he didn't know that and that it literally hadn't been one day yet and that he hadn't even given Caspy a chance and Caspy wasn't a kid and you just don't talk about her best friend like that. However, all she got out was an extremely frustrated, "Damn it, Richard! It doesn't fucking matter!" before he was compromising.
"Listen, Al, it's hard for me to be around the kid cause of his... Morals, but I'll try to be civil. For your sake. Maybe." He whispered the 'maybe', a sly light glowing in his eyes.
The conflict on her face was clearly evident, uncertain whether she should just accept his sort of apology or tell him off like she was tempted to. But then he said he would try for her... and he really would because he was her friend, right? Exhaling heavily, Alex shook her head before letting out a small, "Okay."
Mal pretty much turned back to his phone – shitposting on tumblr as was much preferred to listening to Stacey Hampton – but turned it off quickly when he realised he was on the verge of being rude to his actual friends after she flounced off. He did absolutely love Jessica, after all, and whilst Richard and Alex were wrapped up in their own conversation, it didn't mean he couldn't talk to his fellow Team Pink member who'd practically silenced them with a suffocating hug.
"Jessicaaaa," he said to the girl through King, who'd become a buffer between them. Yes, he was crushing Mal, just a little, and he wasn't sure he realised. He was happy to put up with it, rolling his eyes. "Let's ignore all this crap with Casper Fawn and Team Blue because our team is totally sorted right now. How are you? How's life? Any cuties you're interested in? And – I've run out of questions, but how about those?"
Jessica was pointedly ignoring the drama going on between the two blue team members. It wasn't her place to get involved, and she knew that Alex and King had pretty nasty tempers. Of course, she would step in if things got too serious... Anyways. She directed her attention towards her teammate, Malcolm.
Jess wrapped her arm around King's waist securely so she could shift her body weight over to lean towards Mal. "Damn straight. Pink team is going to kick ass this year." She replied to Mal with a wink. "I'm doing fine and dandy. Life is pretty awesome now that I'm here! And cuties, hmmm..."
With a wink, she reached out to poke Mal's nose lightly. "As always there's you, Malcolm Okada! You know that you're one of my favorites." She glanced around to see the other fine male specimens. "Luca is adorable like he usually is, Sebastian has a killer body, and a couple of the new guys look cute too."
Bringing a hand up to run lightly through her hair, Alex caught Jessica's eye when she looked up again. Flashing her a sheepish smile, she greeted her before heading into the line to grab breakfast. King sighed once as Alex chewed him up and then weakly complied with his attempts at meeting in the middle. This was better then getting verbally abused by her any longer. As she swept passed him in a quick dash towards the breakfast line, hands reached up to pull his face down. Once Alex and King had wrapped up their fight conversation, Jessica reached up to grab King's face and tilt it towards her. "And of course, I can't forget this guy either. How about you pay some attention to me too, hottie?"
In an instant, King's bright blue eyes met with Jessica's brown ones, and he grinned cheerfully at her general neediness for his attention. Blinking once, he leaned closer and gave her a quick peck on the forehead, smirking coyly before pulling back and patting her head. "Don't you worry, hun. I'll give you all the attention you want~." He sang, slipping out of her grasp and pulling away from Malcolm. His hand rose up to the breakfast line, a question grin now replacing his previous flirty one. "Now, why don't we go grab some grub, I'm fucking starving." And with that he nodded and followed Alex over onto the line, not really realizing he was cutting in front of a few other campers as he slipped in closer to her.
Eventually, Richard and Alex found their casual rhythm again after she had made a comment about how, "This is the nepotism everyone's always accusing us of," after Mitchell had served the two a little extra helping of their favorite foods. Mmm, french toast. "I mean, I legit cried the whole night and day after it happened. Then afterward, I even petitioned to get the day removed and now I'm not allowed fifty miles within DC. They said the whole world couldn't change their calendars because of how the Super Bowl ended... and that February was a short enough month already or something."
Alex proceeded to speak about sports, the Super Bowl to be exact, and King listened in with half of his mind focused on the amazing looking food steaming up form his plate. As she went on in her usual Alex-y way, his pocket suddenly vibrated again. Looking down at his side, he unlocked the screen with a fee hand and read a rather coy message from the lovely Stacey Hampton;
From: Stace ❤
You should totally come to the team leader meeting and claim your rightful title to the throne. LOL.
"Like can you believe that bullshit?"
A sly grin met his face, but it vanished quickly as Alex suddenly voiced for his opinion, and he rose up to look at her with one eyebrow raised. As she listened for Richard's reply, Alex gazed around the room to see where they could sit. Noticing Caspy and Luca, she was just about to suggest going over there when she realized there was a very bright head and a fellow Blue member sitting with them. Frowning in slight annoyance, she decided against it and turned back to see if anyone else had an idea where they could sit. Sparing one last glance at her best friend, she could feel the guilt eating at her once again. Making up her mind, she settled for apologizing and surprising him before his leaders meeting. That way she would be able to talk to him before it too, no doubt that he was going to be worried out of his mind about it. With that decision, she felt better about the whole conflict. Hearing Richard talk to her, she looked to her side to face him.
"Even I think that's going a bit overboard, you friggin jock!" He bumped her arm playfully, a teasing light glimmering in his eye. Returning the gesture with a small, pleased smile herself, Alex was finally convinced that Richard would try for her. "Anyway, what else has been going on in Alex-land? Anything fun?"
"Not without you," the girl teased before continuing. "Not really. Just being rich and beautiful, but what's new right?" the shorter brunette joked before glancing up at the blonde in a teasing manner, the connection between the two showing.
Not really sure what else to say due to the message from Stacey, King drifted towards a nearby table with the rest and sat before excitedly messaging back Stacey.
To: Stace ❤
i would if I could bb. maybe ill spy in on the meeting instead tho ;)
The four campers proceeded to talk about what they had been doing since the last time they saw each other and finish their breakfast. An hour later, they got up to throw their trash away and bring their dishes to the pickup station. Deciding that she needed to get back to her cabin and unpack, Alex hugged both Jessica and Richard and waved bye to Mal before heading out of the dining hall. | “ Sometimes, you have to roll a hard six.”
- Commander Adama, Battlestar GalacticaT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chastity Jackson
|Nickname|
"Chase" – Adamantly refuses to use her birth name and hasn't been called that since she was eight. As far as she is concerned, such a ridiculous name isn't her own.
|Birth Date|
February 14th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
PurpleA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chase is very tall at 5'11" but still holding out for that extra inch of height so she can officially join the big leagues. She has an athlete's body – broad shoulders from swimming and otherwise trim muscles from track and her old skateboarding phase. It has been a sticking point for her that she isn't particularly womanly; flat-chested and without any curves whatsoever. The only feminine features she boasts are long eyelashes and big doe eyes.
Her most prominent characteristics are her strawberry-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, though a case could be made for the freckles that only become more obvious when under the sun for hours at a time. Chase tans well, looking like the stereotype of a Californian girl during the summer. Though her hair is long, she keeps it either up in a tight ponytail or in a severe bun hidden beneath her hat.
|Clothing Style|
Chase will likely wear what she has for the past few years at camp: boy's cargo shorts, proper – expensive – running shoes and a purple t-shirt to show her team spirit. Naturally due to the California heat, she has also brought a snapback. Whilst she typically doesn't accessorise, this year she plans on making a statement with a simple rainbow wristband.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chase has an assortment of scars from her skateboarding days, few of them noticeable without looking for them. Two stand out in particular. Because she wears shorts, the patchwork that is the skin of her left knee is easily visible, coming from a nasty hit and run when she was twelve. The second, one that runs along her jawline and crosses up her chin, is an old wound from a fight three years ago at summer camp.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Swimming for recreation and for competitions.
✔Running – both cross country and track.
✔The great outdoors, nature walks and the countryside.
✔Piano.
✔Her own masculinity.
✔Wild camping and orienteering.
✔Star Trek and other sci-fi shows.
✘Losing competitions.
✘Skateboarding – not now, anyway.
✘Cars and busy roads.
✘Hospitals.
✘Team Blue.
✘Her lacklustre grades.
✘Complete, total darkness.
|Hobbies|
1. Spending most of her time outdoors on hikes and walks and camping trips.
2. Playing the piano – a skill she was pushed into by her mother but ended up enjoying.
3. Swimming. More than anything, because it's the only sport she has wanted to pick up herself.
|Habits|
1. Biting her lip (to excess; to the point where it bleeds);
2. Nervous laughter in situations she is way too uncomfortable with;
3. Accidentally staring at pretty girls.
|Fears|
☠Being lost in complete, total darkness with no way out and no light. Chase is a bit of a control freak.
☠Drowning, or being caught in a fast flowing river.
☠Being hit by a car. Again.
☠Rejection / being alone forever, which ever seems more likely.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Brave ♦ Honest ♦ Stoic ♦ Insecure ♦
Chase is a stereotypical Purple camper. She has nerves of steel, rarely backs down from a dare and is often the first to volunteer for something that might be dangerous or involve defying death, even on a minor scale. Often she can get caught up in the swing of things and become quite mean-spirited, especially to those she feels as a threat in competitions, but there is usually an awkward apology at the end of it. Chase is honest with others and herself. She doesn't allow herself to get big-headed.
Of course, that could be because she has a nasty habit of tearing herself down – though, she supposes, it could be worse: she could be tearing others down instead. Chase is still very much caught up in a cycle of self-hatred, and whilst things are looking up, and she's finally on the way to finding and accepting her identity, there is still that nagging little voice (her mother's) that tells her she needs to do better. Furthermore, Chase has never been one to show emotion. She's not sure she can cry in front of people, or at all, really, and feels guilty just considering it. She keeps things bottled up inside until they become a problem.
|Place of Origin|
Jacksonville, Florida; however, she lives with her father every summer in San Diego.
|History|
Chastity Jackson – but only her mother calls her that – was born into a family that was very much ready to split. Her parents' marriage was one failure after another, and they expected having a child to fix that: thus, they planned to have a son. Fat chance of that. It took only two more years for them to split, her father moving to California and her mother staying in Florida with family.
A precocious kid, she was expected to do well in school, and she did... to a point. She was always a fan of sports, but the factor of grades were pushed to be the difference between success and failure. And boy, did Chase fear failure. Her grandparents ensured she took piano lessons, ballet (which she quit after a week) and all sorts of other activities until she finally settled on swimming, much to their dismay. Her mother remarried, and she barely saw her for another two years. Still, every summer without fail, she flew over to live with her father until the school term started.
At thirteen, she had her accident whilst skating and missed out on three months of school. Almost immediately upon her return, Chase was lost. Her grades slipped from As to Bs (and in some cases, Cs) and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As a last ditch attempt to try and lift her spirits, she was enrolled in a summer camp the following year.
And what a different it made. During the part of the year that she's not at camp, she's the captain of her school's swim team and a regular at track practice. Since then, Chase has been a recognisable member of Team Purple and fierce competition in everything sporting-related.
|Extra|
One proud owner of a motorcycle, currently stowed away at her Dad's place.
We don't have a summer in Scotland...
|Theme Song|
Talk About You – Mika
”'Cause living like this is risking all that I know
And if it kills me, that's the way I wanna go...”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:”
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's DreamT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Malcolm (Minato) Okada
|Nickname|
"Mal" – it means 'sad' in some languages, and isn't that just, like, the most poetic thing you've ever heard of?
|Birth Date|
1st January, 1999.
|Age|
16
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member
|Team Color|
Team PinkA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Asian and of Japanese descent, it is not entirely unexpected that Malcolm is well-below average height at 5'5". He is stick-thin and without an inch of muscle or fat anywhere on him, but still built a bit disproportionately as his most recent growth spurt was only six months ago. Malcolm has soft, effeminate features and sharp black eyes hidden behind large, Gok Wan glasses. He is undeniably attractive and seems to be on track for looking even better in a few years time. His most prominent characteristics are his hands and their long, spidery fingers – "all the better to tweet you with", as he would say.
|Clothing Style|
Malcolm brings a lot of clothes with him, and this year is no exception. It's plain Converse – for enforced physical activities – and boat shoes otherwise. Since wearing waistcoats in the summer's not exactly the best idea, he's only brought one with him. Typically he'll wear shirts with rolled up sleeves or vest tops with his favourite pair of tan chinos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Malcolm's ears are pierced both in the conventional place and an industrial piercing on the upper cartilage. He did have an eyebrow piercing which has since been taken out and scarred over, leaving a neat line to separate his eyebrow in two.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Acting and taking part in amateur dramatics.
✔ Band – plays the saxophone.
✔ Shakespeare.
✔ Schoolwork, particularly Drama and Mathematics.
✔ Money and wealth.
✔ Attention.
✔ Romance TV serials and movies.
✘ Physical activity of any sort.
✘ Fake gossip.
✘ Less-than-intelligent people.
✘ Spicy food.
✘ Team Blue.
✘ Team and community spirit.
✘ Prejudice.
|Hobbies|
1. Theatre and theatrical productions. He both acts in them and attends them. Especially Shakespeare productions.
2. Blogging and otherwise spending most of his time on the Internet.
3. Music – a pretty damn jazzy saxophone player.
|Habits|
1. Checking phone for updates (even when there's no signal).
2. Zoning out whilst 'listening' to someone.
3. Habitual coughing.
|Fears|
☠ Having an extremely bad asthma attack in public;
☠ Failure on stage and in front of people;
☠ Being alone and friendless.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Flirty ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Petty ♦
Malcolm likes to think of himself as the life and soul of the party – sort of. He makes the most jokes (and if people don't get them, well, they're not smart enough); he has the most Facebook friends; and, of course, if he's not the loudest in a group he'll damn well try to be. He's a romantic at heart but romance in his mind has nothing to do with outrageously flirting with friends and almost-friends.
Even so, his jokes often tend on the sarcastic and biting, especially when they're related to other people. Further, Malcolm can nurse a grudge for years and is more than petty when it comes to those who've wronged him in the past. Snubbing is a thing he is very, very good at setting up.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York.
|History|
Malcolm is a stereotypical rich kid. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his father a businessman and his mother a model-turned-journalist in her early thirties. Both are extravagant but sensible people, which makes it obvious where Mal gets his flair for the dramatic and expensive tastes from. Attending a private boarding school for most of his time and moping in his room for the summers was how he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until his parents decided enough was enough and suggested that he attend a summer camp.
Reluctantly, Malcolm did so. And hated it. Which was too bad – he was going, and would be forced to go until he was no longer under his parents' roof. Still, as a reward for good behaviour (not that he doesn't get anything he wants bought), he's getting an apartment out of it in the end... And maybe a small bit of him loves the camp.
|Extra|
Asthmatic. Gets a pass if he needs to skip the more strenuous activities.
There's nothing good about summer...
|Theme Song|
Shot At The Night
”Look at my reflection in the mirror,
Underneath the power of the light.
Give me a shot at the night.
Give me a shot at the night.” |
5,382 | 146 | 38 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Location:
Main Hall – Meeting Room
Interacting With:
Stacey Hampton
Casper Fawn
Lilian Ashbourne
Any other leaders.
It was on her way to the leader's meeting (running, of course, because she was always exactly on time) that Chase's phone buzzed. She stopped mid stride to check it, or at least who sent it, and then rolled her eyes as soon as the screen lit up.
Chase didn't put any crazy names on her contacts list, or really modify them at all. The only exception to that rule was King's, who had a tiny inconsequential addition to the end of his: Richard (Asshole). Okada's name on hers was just Malcolm, though since last summer they hadn't stayed in contact to the same degree as they had the first year of their friendship. The make out session tended to make things like that awkward.
To: Chase
From: Malcolm
So, here's a list of things that I want you to bring up at the meeting!
1. King 4 President 2016 as in Blue Team Leader.
2. R+J camp production!!! That's Shakespeare btw for plebs.
3. Jam-off. Music contest between teams! That's right I'd totally rock ur sox off in a non-hetero way.
4. Yule Ball like in HP but less magic and more dramaaaa. Masquerade? Yes please.
5. THE. KING. AND. I. For movie night. Old movie night. Pls let there be a GOD.
6...
And it went on and on, all the way up to eleven, though it was obvious Malcolm had ran out of steam and ideas after his initial five. Most of the rest were just long declarations of love for Chase, provided she try and make King the Team Blue leader – as if she had any control over it! The alternative way to win Mal's love, he said in point 8, was to slap Stacey Hampton "right in the face".
And Chase liked Stacey Hampton, so she wasn't going to do that.
Still, the other things on the list were reasonable, so she resolved herself to putting them forward at the meeting. She took her job as a Team Leader seriously, and even if Mal wasn't in her team, she had to make sure the whole camp knew she was doing what she was supposed to this year and making it a fun time. Her brows furrowed. The new activities really were a stereotype for Team Pink, though she doubted Team Purple would struggle with them.
Chase hurried into the main building, exactly on time, and took a seat at the round table like some knight of King Arthur. The design seemed pretty deliberate. She'd be Lancelot, obviously: stuck in doomed love with a princess that would inevitably lead to the fall of Camelot– And, whoa, that whole comparison was going somewhere Chase didn't want it to. She distracted herself by waving to Mia, Team Purple's counsellor, and received a smile in return. Then the rather pointless introductions...
There was a distinct absence of Richard. She wasn't sure why that bothered her.
When Stacey started in on her list of ideas, Chase may have (may have) lost herself in the confusion of it. They were listed out so quickly! Taking a moment of silence to reflect and mull over it, she nodded. "Maybe not a horror night. Some people aren't big on it... Unless it's, like, old horror. But no Camp Rock. Please." Chase had never seen Divergent – it wasn't her thing, just like the Hunger Games – but there were a few things she could see that could go wrong with paintball involved in capture the flag, even if it was just her being a stickler for tradition and all that. Chase wasn't vain – not really – but she didn't want her clothes getting wrecked. She wasn't quite as rich as most of the other campers.
But, the first word of constructive criticism was constructive, and Chase didn't want to be the one to shoot down two ideas in a row, even if it made her bite down on her lip and frown. She would just have to not get hit during Capture the Flag, and that would be the case anyway if Team Purple won. When they won. Hoping that Stacey wouldn't suddenly hate her for saying it, she suggested, "Maybe we should keep Capture the Flag as it is, and make paintballing separate?" She looked apologetically at Hampton, played with her phone for a moment to bring up the list of things Malcolm had suggested. "Um... For the summer party someone suggested masquerade, but he is really dramatic and I'm not sure everyone would be up for that. I think the talent show sounds good 'cos there's a lot of musicians around... And I've got on my list a camp production of Shakespeare."
Chase wasn't really sure about the ideas she was presenting, a little too uncertain compared to the well-prepared lists that were handed around, but she felt like she should just get them out of the way. They were clearly not her own; she considered herself unimaginative and unoriginal, and God knew how everyone else felt about her. If she was being honest, she just wanted things to stay roughly the same way as they were last year, and the year before that, just with her chance to lead Team Purple. | “ Sometimes, you have to roll a hard six.”
- Commander Adama, Battlestar GalacticaT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chastity Jackson
|Nickname|
"Chase" – Adamantly refuses to use her birth name and hasn't been called that since she was eight. As far as she is concerned, such a ridiculous name isn't her own.
|Birth Date|
February 14th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
PurpleA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chase is very tall at 5'11" but still holding out for that extra inch of height so she can officially join the big leagues. She has an athlete's body – broad shoulders from swimming and otherwise trim muscles from track and her old skateboarding phase. It has been a sticking point for her that she isn't particularly womanly; flat-chested and without any curves whatsoever. The only feminine features she boasts are long eyelashes and big doe eyes.
Her most prominent characteristics are her strawberry-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, though a case could be made for the freckles that only become more obvious when under the sun for hours at a time. Chase tans well, looking like the stereotype of a Californian girl during the summer. Though her hair is long, she keeps it either up in a tight ponytail or in a severe bun hidden beneath her hat.
|Clothing Style|
Chase will likely wear what she has for the past few years at camp: boy's cargo shorts, proper – expensive – running shoes and a purple t-shirt to show her team spirit. Naturally due to the California heat, she has also brought a snapback. Whilst she typically doesn't accessorise, this year she plans on making a statement with a simple rainbow wristband.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chase has an assortment of scars from her skateboarding days, few of them noticeable without looking for them. Two stand out in particular. Because she wears shorts, the patchwork that is the skin of her left knee is easily visible, coming from a nasty hit and run when she was twelve. The second, one that runs along her jawline and crosses up her chin, is an old wound from a fight three years ago at summer camp.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Swimming for recreation and for competitions.
✔Running – both cross country and track.
✔The great outdoors, nature walks and the countryside.
✔Piano.
✔Her own masculinity.
✔Wild camping and orienteering.
✔Star Trek and other sci-fi shows.
✘Losing competitions.
✘Skateboarding – not now, anyway.
✘Cars and busy roads.
✘Hospitals.
✘Team Blue.
✘Her lacklustre grades.
✘Complete, total darkness.
|Hobbies|
1. Spending most of her time outdoors on hikes and walks and camping trips.
2. Playing the piano – a skill she was pushed into by her mother but ended up enjoying.
3. Swimming. More than anything, because it's the only sport she has wanted to pick up herself.
|Habits|
1. Biting her lip (to excess; to the point where it bleeds);
2. Nervous laughter in situations she is way too uncomfortable with;
3. Accidentally staring at pretty girls.
|Fears|
☠Being lost in complete, total darkness with no way out and no light. Chase is a bit of a control freak.
☠Drowning, or being caught in a fast flowing river.
☠Being hit by a car. Again.
☠Rejection / being alone forever, which ever seems more likely.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Brave ♦ Honest ♦ Stoic ♦ Insecure ♦
Chase is a stereotypical Purple camper. She has nerves of steel, rarely backs down from a dare and is often the first to volunteer for something that might be dangerous or involve defying death, even on a minor scale. Often she can get caught up in the swing of things and become quite mean-spirited, especially to those she feels as a threat in competitions, but there is usually an awkward apology at the end of it. Chase is honest with others and herself. She doesn't allow herself to get big-headed.
Of course, that could be because she has a nasty habit of tearing herself down – though, she supposes, it could be worse: she could be tearing others down instead. Chase is still very much caught up in a cycle of self-hatred, and whilst things are looking up, and she's finally on the way to finding and accepting her identity, there is still that nagging little voice (her mother's) that tells her she needs to do better. Furthermore, Chase has never been one to show emotion. She's not sure she can cry in front of people, or at all, really, and feels guilty just considering it. She keeps things bottled up inside until they become a problem.
|Place of Origin|
Jacksonville, Florida; however, she lives with her father every summer in San Diego.
|History|
Chastity Jackson – but only her mother calls her that – was born into a family that was very much ready to split. Her parents' marriage was one failure after another, and they expected having a child to fix that: thus, they planned to have a son. Fat chance of that. It took only two more years for them to split, her father moving to California and her mother staying in Florida with family.
A precocious kid, she was expected to do well in school, and she did... to a point. She was always a fan of sports, but the factor of grades were pushed to be the difference between success and failure. And boy, did Chase fear failure. Her grandparents ensured she took piano lessons, ballet (which she quit after a week) and all sorts of other activities until she finally settled on swimming, much to their dismay. Her mother remarried, and she barely saw her for another two years. Still, every summer without fail, she flew over to live with her father until the school term started.
At thirteen, she had her accident whilst skating and missed out on three months of school. Almost immediately upon her return, Chase was lost. Her grades slipped from As to Bs (and in some cases, Cs) and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As a last ditch attempt to try and lift her spirits, she was enrolled in a summer camp the following year.
And what a different it made. During the part of the year that she's not at camp, she's the captain of her school's swim team and a regular at track practice. Since then, Chase has been a recognisable member of Team Purple and fierce competition in everything sporting-related.
|Extra|
One proud owner of a motorcycle, currently stowed away at her Dad's place.
We don't have a summer in Scotland...
|Theme Song|
Talk About You – Mika
”'Cause living like this is risking all that I know
And if it kills me, that's the way I wanna go...”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:”
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's DreamT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Malcolm (Minato) Okada
|Nickname|
"Mal" – it means 'sad' in some languages, and isn't that just, like, the most poetic thing you've ever heard of?
|Birth Date|
1st January, 1999.
|Age|
16
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member
|Team Color|
Team PinkA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Asian and of Japanese descent, it is not entirely unexpected that Malcolm is well-below average height at 5'5". He is stick-thin and without an inch of muscle or fat anywhere on him, but still built a bit disproportionately as his most recent growth spurt was only six months ago. Malcolm has soft, effeminate features and sharp black eyes hidden behind large, Gok Wan glasses. He is undeniably attractive and seems to be on track for looking even better in a few years time. His most prominent characteristics are his hands and their long, spidery fingers – "all the better to tweet you with", as he would say.
|Clothing Style|
Malcolm brings a lot of clothes with him, and this year is no exception. It's plain Converse – for enforced physical activities – and boat shoes otherwise. Since wearing waistcoats in the summer's not exactly the best idea, he's only brought one with him. Typically he'll wear shirts with rolled up sleeves or vest tops with his favourite pair of tan chinos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Malcolm's ears are pierced both in the conventional place and an industrial piercing on the upper cartilage. He did have an eyebrow piercing which has since been taken out and scarred over, leaving a neat line to separate his eyebrow in two.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Acting and taking part in amateur dramatics.
✔ Band – plays the saxophone.
✔ Shakespeare.
✔ Schoolwork, particularly Drama and Mathematics.
✔ Money and wealth.
✔ Attention.
✔ Romance TV serials and movies.
✘ Physical activity of any sort.
✘ Fake gossip.
✘ Less-than-intelligent people.
✘ Spicy food.
✘ Team Blue.
✘ Team and community spirit.
✘ Prejudice.
|Hobbies|
1. Theatre and theatrical productions. He both acts in them and attends them. Especially Shakespeare productions.
2. Blogging and otherwise spending most of his time on the Internet.
3. Music – a pretty damn jazzy saxophone player.
|Habits|
1. Checking phone for updates (even when there's no signal).
2. Zoning out whilst 'listening' to someone.
3. Habitual coughing.
|Fears|
☠ Having an extremely bad asthma attack in public;
☠ Failure on stage and in front of people;
☠ Being alone and friendless.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Flirty ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Petty ♦
Malcolm likes to think of himself as the life and soul of the party – sort of. He makes the most jokes (and if people don't get them, well, they're not smart enough); he has the most Facebook friends; and, of course, if he's not the loudest in a group he'll damn well try to be. He's a romantic at heart but romance in his mind has nothing to do with outrageously flirting with friends and almost-friends.
Even so, his jokes often tend on the sarcastic and biting, especially when they're related to other people. Further, Malcolm can nurse a grudge for years and is more than petty when it comes to those who've wronged him in the past. Snubbing is a thing he is very, very good at setting up.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York.
|History|
Malcolm is a stereotypical rich kid. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his father a businessman and his mother a model-turned-journalist in her early thirties. Both are extravagant but sensible people, which makes it obvious where Mal gets his flair for the dramatic and expensive tastes from. Attending a private boarding school for most of his time and moping in his room for the summers was how he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until his parents decided enough was enough and suggested that he attend a summer camp.
Reluctantly, Malcolm did so. And hated it. Which was too bad – he was going, and would be forced to go until he was no longer under his parents' roof. Still, as a reward for good behaviour (not that he doesn't get anything he wants bought), he's getting an apartment out of it in the end... And maybe a small bit of him loves the camp.
|Extra|
Asthmatic. Gets a pass if he needs to skip the more strenuous activities.
There's nothing good about summer...
|Theme Song|
Shot At The Night
”Look at my reflection in the mirror,
Underneath the power of the light.
Give me a shot at the night.
Give me a shot at the night.” |
5,383 | 146 | 39 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: Camp Grounds-Lake Liberty
Interacting With: Christian Burns
As they left the dining hall-Leah waved goodbye to her friends whilst paying attention to Christian and what he had to say about choosing the Camp. She nodded softly "That sounds, like a good reason to join a Camp. And I understand, wanting to meet and hang out with new people. There's plenty of people here, so hopefully you'll find a few friends among the Campers." As they walked, talking about the Camp and such. Leah took the time to give him a slight tour, showing him the cabins, the game room and other places of interest, where the Campers hanged out.
When he mentioned being in Team Green; she smiled at him a little teasingly "Amongst, the Camp Pranksters huh?" she asked with a slight cheeky smile, but didn't mean anything bad by him being in Team Green. "Your team counselor is Meredith, she's quite nice. All of the counselors are. They're in charge...but each Team also has a leader, from the Campers. Lil, my friend I just introduced you to, she's your team leader. Oh, I am on Team Blue. Casper is my Team Leader, and Luca is in Team Purple." Leah spoke filling him on a few things. She wondered if he would believe the rumors about Team Blue, or get to the other members of her team and see what they would be like in person, rather than assuming the rumors applied to all of them.
Hearing the Intercom; Leah glanced over at Chris who checked the time and she couldn't help but blush at his comment. It might have been a little bit lame, maybe cheesy...but it was also nice. Looking up at him, into his gleaming brown eyes. Leah bit her lower lip slightly. "Time does fly by fast." she said softly, not really commenting on the rest of his sentence. As he grabbed at her hand; Leah follow him down to the pier, allowing him to lead her. She didn't mind, not really pulling back from his soft grip. As they reached Lake Liberty. Leah sat down beside him; watching the crystal blue waters, sparkling in the sun.
Closing her eyes for the moment; she enjoyed the fresh breeze, the humming of the birds, the smell of the fresh summer air. Feeling his arm brush against hers, Leah bit her lower lip for a few moments; but she smiled a bit at his words. Somehow, him wanting to stay made her feel a bit better...for a few seconds at least. "Well, it's good that you like it here already." Hearing his question about her being upset, a few moments ago. Leah sighed softly, bringing her knees up a bit closer she leaned her head against her knees for a few moments. At times she felt like she could crawl and hide under a rock, never coming out. But then, there were a few people that kept her going and cared for her.
It seemed like he cared for her too, even though they just met. Sighing softly; she looked into his eyes as she saw his concerned expression and feeling his comforting hand on hers. "It's complicated and I've had a rough time, over the last year and a half...I....I am not really sure, if you want me to explain. I don't want to bother you with my troubles." Leah told him honestly. She didn't want to be a burden on him. "Unless...you're sure, you want to know." Leah muttered in a quieter voice, and she sighed softly.
Leah didn't always open up to people right away; after all it took Jess many tries before she got Leah to speak and open up. And the two girls were best-friends. Leah wasn't sure what it was...maybe it was because he was new. Maybe it was because, she didn't know what he would think off her, once she told him about her 'issues' but Leah was being somewhat distant. She knew it wouldn't make her problems, go away. But she wanted to forget about them. Even if, it wasn't easy so far. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,384 | 146 | 40 | 2,331 | 108 | Location: Main Hall - Outside Meeting Room
Interacting With: Alex Novak
Alex returned to an empty Blue cabin. Slightly disappointed that Caspy wasn't there so she could apologize for what happened at the dining hall, she quickly took in the room. Noting that her best friend's luggage was open and rummaged through, she took a seat on his bunk before looking into his suitcase. Unknowingly, the girl smiled gently at the contents she saw: romance novels and cookbooks, meticulously folded casual clothes with a few suit assets. Pulling out her phone to check the time, Alex noticed it was almost half past eleven. Caspy must have came back to the cabin to gather items and get ready for the leader meeting happening at noon. That was why his pack was half messy.
Frowning, Alex began to go through his belongings. She was hoping that she would be able to catch him before the meeting. However, she knew that if he wasn't here at this time it meant that he had already left for the meeting, wanting to be extra punctual to start with a good first impression. Finally finding the thing she was searching for, Alex decided that she might be able to catch up with him. The Main Hall wasn't too far. Hearing the overhead announcement, Alex quickly left the cabin, heading in the direction of the meeting. Once the hall came into view, she noticed a familiar figure slightly fidgeting, standing outside of the hall.
Increasing her speed, Alex ran up to Caspy, calling out his name. Once he had turned around, she engulfed him in a tight embrace, humming in distress.
"..alright, Casper. Just go in, nod an' smile to what everybody says, be agreeable..then politely put forwa-"
Having been awkwardly pacing outside the meeting room while going over his 'action plan' for the meeting he would soon enter, Casper found his train of thought abruptly interrupted by the familiar voice. Rather taken by surprise, Casper only managed to squeak out a "Hi!" before being taken into her arms. Welcoming the hug, and a much needed distraction from the upcoming meeting, he wrapped his own arms around her, laying one across her waist and another her upper-back.
Casper kept quiet at first, and his initial hopes that Alex was simply coming to him to pleasantly say 'hello' were soon dashed. He'd seen her like this before, and it often meant something was up. Only, this time, he wasn't entirely sure what could be wrong, and so instead remained silent in the hopes she'd spill it out to him. The silence continued for a few seconds, however, and Casper finally spoke up. After all, something was upsetting his best friend, which in turn meant that something was upsetting him, and he was determined to resolve it. Pulling his head back to offer a warm smile accompanied with a reassuring squeeze, he gently asked, "..Alex? I would ask if everything's okay, but..I think I know the answer. What's up?" Asking the question, he had soon forgotten about the meeting he was due to attend entirely, now being completely focused on whatever it was that was rather obviously upsetting Alex.
Green eyes met worried brown before averting their gaze to the side. Alex rested her her hands on Caspy's shoulders as he asked her about what was bugging her, making her guilt worse. Pouting, she exhaled heavily, only relinquishing her silence once she felt Caspy's hands give her sides a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry," she stated sincerely, which was actually a difficult task for the girl with anyone else. "I shouldn't have left you in the dining hall like that. That was pretty messed up of me," she trailed off toward the end. Remembering one of the reasons she traveled the Sahara Desert to go meet her best friend, Alex removed her arms from around Caspy and pulled out a chocolate bar from her back pocket. "And to prove to you how bad I felt, I got you this," she said, handing him the candy.
Casper held his gentle smile and affectionately caressed her back throughout her 'confession', hoping to give what reassurance he could without words. When she did finally finish apologising, he opened his mouth to speak, though instead cocked his head to the side in silence as he observed the chocolate bar in her hands. Dropping his arms from around her to take the bar, he inspected the candy in his hands, and after a moments of silence, Casper allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips. "My favourite chocolate. You didn't happen to find this in my bag, did you? ...and some of it has been eaten!" Turning his attention back to Alex, he looked down at her fondly while adopting a slightly more serious, albeit reassuring, tone. "Alex. You don't need to apologise. Richard is your friend, and you can be with him whenever you like."
Acting mock offended, Alex placed a hand on her chest. "What? No. I took it from someone. See? That's how much I wanted to show I was sorry: I stole for you." At Caspy's exclaim, the girl merely shrugged before whining, "I wanted some..." However, the brunette frowned once her best friend had brought the topic back to serious matters. He was so good to her; his dislike for Richard was so much greater than hers for either Leah or Lil and he was understanding of her friendship with the blonde yet she couldn't even sit with him because a few of his friends slightly irritated her. Shaking her head as if to rid the unpleasant wave of guilt and solemn thoughts, Alex avoided the conversation with a, "Let's not talk about that right now." After taking back the chocolate bar, Alex held Caspy's arms and placed them around her; she liked being in his embrace. Unmoved by the close proximity between the two, the girl broke off a piece of the chocolate before holding it to the boy's lips. "Here," she gently offered with a small smile.
Tilting his head with a soft smirk, Casper happily obliged Alex by opening his mouth slightly. After she placed the piece of chocolate onto his lips, Casper gave a slight nod of thanks. Allowing the chocolate to melt in his mouth, he spoke quietly as to avoid fully opening his mouth (speaking with your mouth full was the height of bad manners, after all) "I sure know good chocolate, huh. I don't blame you for being unable to resist taking some yourself, and besides. Sharing is caring!"
Rolling her eyes at his cheesy response, the girl brought her fingers away from his lips, noticing a slight smear of chocolate. Sucking her fingers clean, she looked up at him. "So, do you forgive me?" Pausing for a brief moment to think over his reply, Casper eventually began to speak, "..psch, I don't think you even needed to--" Cutting himself off mid-sentence, Casper figured now wasn't the time to debate whether the apology was needed in the first place, and instead bit the inside of his lip, smirking. "Yes. I forgive you."
Smiling at his answer, Alex brought her arms to rest behind Caspy's neck once more before batting her eyelashes up at him and flashing him a flirty smile. "You still love me?" Casper wasted little time in answering the next question, however, and opted to go for one of the cheesier lines in his romantic vocabulary. "Of course I love you! Now and always." After his response, she pressed herself against him and hugged him tightly before taking on a more serious tone. "Good, because I don't know what I'd do without you." As she held him, green eyes drifted to the side where the entrance to the Main Hall was. She should probably let him go soon. Exhaling, Alex pulled back and brought one of her hands up to Caspy's cheek, offering him a genuine smile. "Good luck in there. Don't overthink everything; remember you're doing the right thing and some of these other 'leaders' don't deserve their spot because they don't know what they're doing. Remember to relax your mind from time to time and just think about something else for a moment and breath. It'll get better as you go along. You're going to be amazing," she assured as she ran her fingers through his hair. Running her hand down his shirt a few times to smooth out his clothes, she commented, "Oh, yeah. I also have a surprise for you when you come back to the cabin." Wishing him luck one last time, she bent up to kiss his cheek before waving to him as he left to enter the hall.
Location: Main Hall - Meeting Room
Interacting With
Chase Jackson Stacey Hampton Lillan Ashbourne Any other leaders
Making his way into the meeting room punctually, Casper thought he noticed Stacey pull some kind of face, though when he looked back at her, she was already looking in another direction. Figuring it was simply a result of 'nervous imagination', Casper walked around the table to take a seat opposite from Stacey. "Wait - did she not wave at me? She waved in my direction, right? She probably just missed me. Right?" Aware of the fact he was letting his worries take hold over him, Casper took a deep breath, assuring himself that he was simply making such things up in his head, and soon distracted himself with the introductions alongside the other Team Leaders. "..so, I'm Casper. Leader of the Blue Team, and, well. That's about it for introductions, huh!"
Soon after the leaders had completed their short, individual introductions alongside the camp counsellors, Stacey rose to her feet. She began passing around copies of her ideas, though curiously, threw hers toward Casper. "..that almost hit me! Okay--..you're far away, Casper, you're on the opposite side of the table! She probably just had to throw it because she didn't want to walk all the way around! That's a normal thing!" Trying his hardest to convince himself that he was not a target of hers, Casper remembered the advice Alex had offered him earlier, "..relax your mind from time to time and just think about something else for a moment.." This, however, soon led Casper to recount their entire encounter in his head. "Was she flirting with me? Like - the chocolate thing. She chose to put it on my lips, and she did move my arms around her, and she kissed me again! ..but, no. It's platonic. It has to be! ..I'm just getting my hopes up--..although, maybe if I tell her how I feel-, no, no. Don't be stupid, Casper. You want to keep the friendship, not ruin it! ...but then again, she is so amazing. Imagine if you were actually with her, Casper..."
When he finally snapped out of his daydream, Casper realised that Stacey had all but finished her little speech, and Chase was now adding her own thoughts. Using Chase's own discussion as an opportunity to read over the list in front of him, Casper gave it a brief run over before standing, himself, after Chase was finished. Stacey stood. Why shouldn't he? "So, I was thinking, shouldn't we just put it to the vote around the camp, as it usually is? Maybe if we offer a few films from each genre, and then they vote as per usual! I don't think...we need to, like..decide a genre for the camp. I mean--..I'll be the first to admit, I think Camp Rock and the Jonas Brothers are starting to grow on me...it's only been a few years!" Allowing himself to laugh somewhat, Casper soon realised his joke had fallen flat, and his laugh trailed off into an awkward silence "..a-a-a..anyway." Casper threw his attention down to the list on the table, skimming it over once more, though he also took the time to compose himself as best he could after his failed attempt at comedy. With his cheeks flushing red, it wasn't hard to see the boy was in hot water. "Paintball." He thought to himself. "There's no way I'm letting Richard anywhere near me with a paintball gun."
"About the paintball idea...I think, maybe. It's a bit..violent? I mean, we don't come here to get beaten and bruised! Maybe sticking with foam darts, or something akin to that is better? I think we'd all be thankful for it in the days after the paintball." Pausing for a moment, he nodded his head quickly, deciding to move on from the disagreements he had. "I think the talent show is a great idea, though. For sure! ...and for the party, maybe we should do, like, a hollywood-esque theme. You know, during the time of the glitz and glamour, when all the films were black and white, and being a celebrity was just the best! ...or, I kind of like the masquerade idea, honestly!"
Not entirely sure where to go after his last comments, Casper went to sit down, before stopping himself and promptly rising to stand once more. "Oh, and. Well, I know it's not really related, but I just wanted to say...I know Team Blue has a 'reputation' around the Camp, and I know it's not the nicest of reputations. I just. Well, I just want to let you all know, that this year Team Blue isn't going to be playing to that reputation. No hosting secret parties, no taking competitions beyond a friendly rivalry...and no more using the nickname 'Royal Blues'. I think, most of all, this should be about friendly competition...and the colour of our teams shouldn't define who we are, or who we can associate with." With that said, Casper let a heavy breath of relief, giving a slight nod to signify he had finished speaking, before sitting once more. | “Rivalry doesn't help anybody.”
-Percy JacksonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Casper Phelix Fawn
|Nickname|
'Caspy' or 'Cas'
Casper has had the nicknames for as long as he can remember, and he doesn't object to the use of them. Rather - he encourages it, for he has always taken a liking to the soft-sounding nature of the nicknames, feeling it makes him sound a more approachable, and generally friendly, individual.
|Birth Date|
January 24th 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. He is, however, placing a gradually greater emphasis on finding a 'special someone', in place of one-night flings.
|Relationship Status|
Single - though hoping to change that.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Casper stands relatively short, for a male anyway, at 5'8. His less-than-average height is matched by his lithe body, for while he is certainly toned, he does not have particularly bulky muscles or anything that would indicate a dedication to physical activity and exercise. His skin is entirely youthful, looking soft to the touch and most of all, making him appear less than 18. He insists, however, that he is simply a 'late-springer' and will eventually look as manly as the best of them. Adding to his youthful appearance is the pale tone of his skin, with any attempt at getting a tan being met by sunburn.
His face lacks masculinity, again contributing to his 'baby boy' look, something he is often teased over. Furthermore, there is no facial hair on any part of his face or chest, though he maintains that instead of this being owed to an inability to grow facial hair or chest, he simply does not 'like the look'. Perhaps the most memorable feature of his face is his dark brown eyes, which sparkle with warmth and create a generally friendly demeanor around him. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he stared, it would be near-impossible for him to appear imposing or threatening in any way, a direct result of his baby-ish features, and naturally warm eyes.
His hair is a dark blond, bordering on brown, and is often roughly styled.
|Clothing Style|
Casper has a very well-defined dress code, and dedicates likely far too much time to perfecting his wardrobe. He appreciates formal dressing, and has always thought he belonged in the early 20th century when formal attire was considered the norm. However, despite his love of finely tailored suits (which he will wear at any excuse) he instead opts for a more smart-casual look on a day-to-day basis.
Shirts, bowties, knitted sweaters, chinos, dark jeans, tweed jackets, blazers, overcoats and scarves are all regularly worn by Casper.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Casper has nothing in the way of scars, having been pampered and babied by his mother for most of his life. In terms of tattoos and piercings, Casper has steered well clear and as such has neither.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dressing to Impress
✔Appeasing/Keeping People Happy
✔Baking
✔Warm Weather
✔Parties
✔Being Upbeat
✔Making Friends & Maintaining Friendships
✔Cheesy Romance
✘Arguments
✘Impulsivity
✘Heated Rivalries
✘Intense Exercise
✘Violence
✘Being Mocked Over His Youthful Appearance
✘Shouting
✘Letting People Down
|Hobbies|
Reading
Baking
Internet Shopping
Listening to Indie Music
|Habits|
Stumbling over his words when stressed
Daydreaming
Fussing over his clothes
|Fears|
☠Open Water
☠Getting into a fight
☠Growing upD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Gregarious ♦ Idealistic ♦ Cowardly ♦
Casper is an appeaser, first and foremost. A man of words, and compromise. He loathes getting into confrontations with others, no matter their view, and has a deeply-rooted desire to please everybody. Naturally, this has led to him becoming a rather large pushover and he rarely voices his own opinions with any great vigor or determination, being scared to incite further argument and discontent. Despite this, Casper is intrinsically 'good' and knows right from wrong, or at least he likes to think so, and this only further inspires his desire to please everybody around him.
When not actively trying to mediate a conflict or resolve some sort of drama, Casper is an amiable and cordial figure. Making friends is perhaps one of his favourite 'past-times', if it could be called that. His absolute resolve to make friends and see the best in those around him is also, however, one of his most glaring flaws. Casper is very slow to realise the 'true' personality of those around him, and takes almost everything at face value. Yet even when he has been slighted, he is quick to forgive and forget, in the hopes that further grievances can be avoided. Ultimately, this makes him perhaps one of the most vulnerable and easily-manipulated figures at Camp Liberty, with his kindness and desire for peace leaving him blind to those who would use him.
|Place of Origin|
Hunting Valley, Cleveland, Ohio
|History|
Born in the particularly affluent area of Hunting Valley, Casper has been babied for most, if not all, of his life. Being a 'mummy's boy', as opposed to his elder brother who was certainly the dominant child, Casper never demonstrated the traits typical of his family. His father, a high-flying business executive, expected his children to show decisiveness, a cold and calculating mindset, and most of all, a natural talent for leadership. While it was certainly the case that Casper's senior brother of two years, Elliot, was everything his father wanted, Casper could not have been more at odds with the expectations their father had for the two of them. Where his father sought immediate, firm action to resolve a conflict, Casper preferred sitting around a table, talking it out, and reaching a compromise that would benefit all involved. Indeed, purposefully acting against certain individuals to further your own standing or personal ambition seemed an almost alien concept to Casper, much to the annoyance of his father.
Casper was privately educated, alongside his brother, and was more-or-less forced to be a 'lesser version of his brother'. Attending the same clubs and sporting events, but never particularly feeling as though he belonged, and pursuing the same subject choices despite enjoying others were among but a few of the sacrifices he made in an attempt to impress his father and live up to his expectations, though his efforts were ultimately made in vain. Determined to sculpt Casper into the second son he so desperately desired, he sent him to Camp Liberty on his thirteenth birthday, with Elliot having also been sent two years prior when it was his own thirteenth.
It was fair to say that Casper enjoyed the initial summers spent at Camp Liberty. Being placed on the same team as his brother, who also happened to be the leader for Team Blue, Casper always knew that he had somebody at his back, and that even if he could not get his opinion across to others, he would always be able to rely on his brother to hear him out. It was this 'safety net' that allowed Casper to relax, not having to worry about the responsibility of settling disputes and keeping team members in line, instead being allowed to simply enjoy the experience of Camp Liberty (again, much to the chagrin of his father)
Two years ago, however, Elliot left the camp. Yet, in an even worse turn of events, Casper felt the pressure more than ever to volunteer himself as a replacement for his elder brother. After all, Elliot had led Team Blue through several years of consecutive victories, and Casper had finally resolved that now was his chance to 'discover himself' and live up to what was expected after him. After all, his father had an entire year to drill the idea into his head before the next summer of camp. Indeed, Casper was elevated to the post of Team Leader, likely a result of his natural way with words and the reputation of his senior brother, though things have only gone downhill. He has, unsurprisingly, fallen back into his cowardly nature and is frightened of upsetting the team, though this is perhaps one of the main reasons Team Blue has taken an increasing distaste toward his leadership.
Now, with the next summer of Camp Liberty on the horizon, it is unclear as to whether Casper will remain as the leader of Team Blue, or whether his waning authority will be challenged and his position will be usurped by another member of the team.
|Extra|
He wears a vanilla-scented aftershave, though it is not a particularly powerful scent, and is generally only sensed when in close proximity.
His favourite thing about summer is undoubtedly escaping the stress of family life! (Even if it means he's thrust into another stressful situation)
|Theme Song|
I found - Amber Run
”I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me
Talk some sense to me." |
5,385 | 146 | 41 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Low | Katsuya Bogdani
To be completely honest, Oliver didn't really understand how Katsuya's mind worked. The girl spoke quickly and passionately, her mouth moving as if it were on speed, and Ollie could only sit and watch and listen in amazement as this girl just went off. She listened as intently as she could to Kat's refrain, nodding ever so often while stealing at glance at Low. At some points she would lean in slowly to take another bite of her now mushy, sickeningly sweet pancakes, but her eyes remained glue to Kat's frame behind her specs. Eventually, silence filled up the group, and Ollie sucked in a soft, tired sigh before smiling lightly.
Quickly enough, Kat's attention turned to Elowen. She continued on with her speeches, stringing together colorful phrases to form beautiful images with words and thoughts and life. It was an interesting magic Katsuya possessed, much different from the bizarre light that emanated from Low. Her's was much more similar to a fever dream than a drug-like high, a wavering plane of existence that shifted in color and appearance with ever word she uttered. From where Ollie stood she could only experience this world, not feel it like she assumed Kat could, and around and around the words and world swirled. Colors that she couldn't even image formed from melding letters, life blossomed from stories that lay hidden beneath a wary tongue, and Ollie could only sit back in awe as this person sitting before her strung together things that seemed implausible into something that felt completely unnatural.
And god damn was Ollie all for it.
By the end of her second tangent Oliver was completely lost in her own mind. Though her face was devoid of emotion and her gaze was completely hidden behind her gleaming glasses those close would notice her entirely sleepy presence. Then the silence returned, and she sprang up with a slight start, laughing a fragmented, robotic laugh before standing. Her fingers wrapped around the edged of her now empty plate, and after drifting noiselessly over to the trash can and back she peaked an eyebrow at Kat, who once again was stirring oceans with her constant talking. Ollie leaned forward slightly at the mention of the "blue yonder", then leaned back to tap her chin thoughtfully at the idea of taking a stroll.
"You know, that's actually a lovely idea..." She drifted over to Low's side, then stepped calmly towards Kat's, and repeated this process a few times before sitting back down at her original spot. "We could walk around the lake perhaps, and take a nap on the moss beds... And perhaps we'll see the glow of the bonfire over the water when night falls and the stars will gleam so beautifully above.... Yes that would be lovely." She spoke gently, mostly to herself, then turned her gaze expectantly towards the others, barely registering the fact that time had slowly passed around them, and that the dining hall had started to clear as the afternoon light began to fill the room.
Location: Camp Grounds to Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Stacey Hampton (text)
Richard had slipped away from the group some time ago, feeling a little blue that he had no possible way of following through with his spying plan, So, instead of being where he believed he truly belong, King wandered the familiar camp grounds. The gravel of the man-made trails slipped in and out of his flip-flops, burning into the soles of his feet and leaving behind the nostalgic feeling of pain he had experienced ever summer since his pre-teen-hood. This place, this camp, it was just... Too good. For him. Looking back to his school year and general not-summer times, King found himself constantly thinking of the people and places left alone here during the winter and spring and autumn. He would wonder what it would be like for this place to be completely quiet and empty, and trace the cabins and trees curdely into his school notebook as his mind would wander and wander about this wonderful place.
Wow, when did you get so sentimental, Richard?
He pouted at the familiar voice of his father that filled his head momentarily. Nah, no need to think about them now, he had bigger things to worry about. This summer was his last after all, he had to strive to be as big and as bad as he could be this year. Parties ever other night, no, every night! Perhaps even sneaking in some booze would be fun, though it would be a hassle to keep hidden with all the kids around. He quickened his pace with excitement, barely registering his entrance into the blue cabin.
After a few more moments of energetic thinking, he sighed, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling gently. He then straightened and glanced around the room quickly, taking note of who probably laid claim where. Bunks for Fawn and Alex. Beds for him and Leah. Seemed pretty okay for him. Though... He wouldn't have a chance to really unpack and settle in due to his stuff still being shoved in his car. King thought for a moment about heading back out into the afternoon heat, and then he turned and collapsed onto his bed. The old mattress squeaked with his added weight, and a hefty breath escaped his lungs as his back fell against the springy surface. Again, nostalgia washed over him, and not wanting to get misty-eyed he pulled out his phone and glanced through his messages.
Upon seeing Stacy's naame again, a sudden lurch in his heart and head made him frown. He was curious, about what was happening and what was being discussed. It should be him at that meeting, not Fawn. Stupid Fawn. Caspy Caspy Caspy Fawn. Screw the friendly ghost, stealing his damn spot. Rage turned King's face red, and he clenched and unclenched his fist a few times before typing in a new message to Stace.
To: Stace ❤
yo girly i would love it if you sent over the deets of the meeting when your done. Gotta prepare myself for what's to come ya know? :))
He glanced over the message a few times, then shrugged and sent it out. After that, his phone dropped down onto his chest and he let an arm drape over his eyes. This summer was either going to be legendary or ordinary. And there was no way he was going to let it be ordinary without a fight. | ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles
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|Name|
Oliver Abana Keller
|Nickname|
Ollie
|Birth Date|
January 21st, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns
|Sexuality|
Asexual Panromantic
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Gray
|Team Color|
Gray★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.
Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.
|Clothing Style|
As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason
|Hobbies|
★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.
|Habits|
★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.
|Fears|
☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦
Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.
Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.
Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.
|Place of Origin|
Portland, Oregon
|History|
Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.
All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.
Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.
Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.
Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.
|Extra|
Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.
A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.
|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.
King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.
|Clothing Style|
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.
Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.
Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.
|Place of Origin|
Beverley Hills, California
|History|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!
|Theme Song|
Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be” |
5,386 | 146 | 42 | 2,685 | 1,126 | Lil Ashbourne
Location: Arriving
Interacting With: Cas
Lil couldn't help, but laugh at the expression that crossed Cas's face. It was priceless. Giggling, she realized it might be seen as rude and tried to cover up her laugh by throwing her hands across her mouth. Cas scooted over for her, seemingly happy to see her. She was certainly happy to see him. Throwing one arm around him, she quickly giving him a hug before taking her seat. Sitting down her legs subconsciously moved next to his, before quickly pulling back. Not with this one Lil, she reminded herself. She couldn't hurt him too...
They sat in the cafeteria for a while. Lil only got up once to get herself some food. Pancakes. She could have sung a song she was so happy stuff them in her tiny mouth. When she was finally full she said goodbye to Cas and Luca. She needed to prepare for the leader's meeting. Or not. Probably not. Who actually prepared for those things? They were so boring.
Walking back and forth in her cabin, Lil questioned why she had even came back. There was nothing for her to do there. There was no one for her to talk to. Fidgeting she twisted her hair in her fingers and rapidly tapped them against her thigh. Anyone watching her would have clearly seen how she was stressing out. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear the thoughts racing through it, she finally decided it was time to get to the meeting. Anything, even the dreaded walking, was better than sitting on her ass like a loner.
Walking down the path to the Main Hall, Lil made slow progress. Her legs were too damn short to get anywhere on time. Cursing at them, she kicked at the ground accidently stubbing her toe. "Really! Really?" Exasperated she trudged on, pain throbbing in her big toe. Before she got to the Main Hall Lil saw two people standing in front of the door. They were close, hugging and flirting. Not wanting to interrupt anything, she stood back waiting for them to finish. It wasn't until then that she realized it was Cas. Hugging Alex. Ouch. She had really liked Cas, but it seemed like her didn't feel the same about her.
Lil felt a pain in her chest, just above her stomach. It was the feeling she got when she was feeling alone. It was a terrible feeling. "Of course I love you! Now and always." Her ears caught the few words uttered by Cas. The feeling in her chest deepened. Sadness filled her. Averting her eyes, to prevent seeing something else that would hurt her, she waited until the door to the Main Hall slammed. Knowing that Cas wouldn't have seen her watching them, she walked up slowly as if she'd just arrived.
Walking into the room, Lil stood there awkwardly for a minute. She was never awkward, but she didn't know where to sit. Usually she would have sat next to Cas, but now... Keeping her eyes to the ground she sat one seat down from him. The meeting started and of course Stacey couldn't keep her ideas contained. Introductions started. She let out a short quiet, "Lil." raising her hand in a brief gesture. Lil watched quietly, for once, as Stacey tromped around. It seemed like she was being unusually loud and especially mean towards Cas. She wanted to say something, but couldn't really. Stacey was her one of her best friends, even if she did like King more than Cas.
Spacing out through most of the conversations, she didn't perk up until Cas started talking. It wasn't too surprising when he downvoted the paintball idea. He never had been into violent things. She wasn't too into getting paint on her clothes, but the thought of getting to shoot some people was very appealing to her. King would certainly have his name on some of the pellets. Maybe some other people too-
Her thoughts were interrupted as Cas continued talking. Now it was about the Blue Team. Finally he was standing up for what he believed in. Lil couldn't help the adoration she felt for him. He had always been so subservient to others ideas, but it seemed like becoming team leader had changed him. At this point she didn't know whether she liked that or not. "Well, I just want to let you all know, that this year Team Blue isn't going to be playing to that reputation. No hosting secret parties, no taking competitions beyond a friendly rivalry." Lil very much doubted what he said would hold true. As much as Cas had changed, he still couldn't stand up to King, though she wanted him to so badly. As for secret parties, she was already planning several herself. Green team wasn't going to change at all, unlike the blues. Not that she could say anything though. Camp counselors and all. | Lil Ashbourne
“You've got to hand it to us short people, usually cause we can't reach it.”
-Lil AshbourneT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Lilian Alexandra Ashbourne
|Nickname|
Lil. She likes this nickname because it is a representation of her name and her height in one.
|Birth Date|
04/12/98
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Um... Yes, definitely yes.
|Relationship Status|
Actively looking.
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
Team GreenA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
The most predominant feature about Lil is her height. She is tiny, only standing 5'2". Unlike most people Lil loves being short, utilizing it to make her look innocent. While fit, she would never be described as athletic or muscular. Her stomach is flat, but it is doubtful she could manage a single pullup. Besides her height she is proud of the curvy assets of her body.
As for Lil's face, she has long bright red hair that stands out with her incredibly pale complexion. When wet, her hair reaches down to her lower back. Her nose is small and slightly tilted up. Splattered lightly across her nose and cheeks are pale freckles. Her eyes are bright blue, always opened wide and innocent looking.
|Clothing Style|
Lil's favorite type of weather is the cold. Winter and fall are the best. It is the perfect time for borrowing giant hoodies from boys to compliment her tiny stature. However, as it is summer and it is mostly hot she wears a lot of shorts and tank tops. When she goes on hikes she switches into jeans to prevent getting stickers in her socks. Just in case, Lil did pack some of her cold weather clothes. She hopes that at some of the parties, that she definitely will be attending, and late night activities it will be cold enough for her to wear them. Lil loves to wear blue. It is her favorite color and immediately makes her happy when she wears it. This often confuses people because they think she is a part of the blue team, when she really is a part of the green.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Lil's only scar is a small cut through her eyebrow that she got when she ran through the sliding glass door. As for piercings she has several in both ears. The left ear has four and the right has two. She also has a piercing going through her belly button. Besides that, she isn't interested in getting any more piercings. She is waiting to be a bit older before giving herself a tattoo because she wants to make sure she doesn't regret it later.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being short
✔Cuddling
✔Cold nights
✔Big sweaters
✔Flirting
✔The color blue
✔Going to parties
✔Scary movies
✘Working out
✘Party poopers
✘Being alone
✘The heat
✘Long periods of physical activities
✘Team Grey
✘Onions
|Hobbies|
1. Going to parties. Whether she's throwing them or showing up, you can count on her to be a tiny bundle of excitement and fun.
2. Flirting.
3. Listening to music that's upbeat.
|Habits|
1. Tucking her hair behind her left ear.
2. Drumming her fingers when there is nothing to do.
3. Rambling.
|Fears|
☠Being alone.
☠Not being liked.
☠Tight spaces.
☠Spiders.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Insecure ♦ Happy ♦ Bubbly ♦ Excited ♦
Lil is one of the happiest people you will ever meet. She is bubbly and excited, with a huge smile shining across her face. She loves to make people laugh, though sometimes her methods seem a little cynical and are often at others expense. If there is a party you can count on Lil being there. She gives off a very upbeat vibe that makes other people happy to be around her. Plus she always knows where the contraband is.
On a deeper level, Lil is not as happy as she seems. She is scared of being by herself, alone with her thoughts. Secretly she believes that everyone will leave her eventually, and she can't stand those thoughts. The only way she knows to get rid of them is to constantly be talking to other people, to keep her mind off the ever building loneliness. So she walks around with a big smile and makes others laugh, hoping desperately they'll do the same for her.
|Place of Origin|
Marin, California.
|History|
Lil was born the only child into a happy family. Her mother and father were deeply in love and everything seemed like it was going great. That was until, Lil's second birthday. Her mother was driving home from work, hoping she wouldn't be late for her brilliant daughter's party. Only a few minutes from home, a driver in front of her lost control and tumbled their car. Lil's mother swerved to avoid the car and ran into a phone post. She was thrown from the car, killed on impact.
Having never really knew her mother, Lil grew up feeling like she was always missing something. Her father was still kind and happy, but there was always a hidden sadness to him that seemed to rub off onto her. Still the two of them grew up to depend on each other. They became best friends, as her father was just like her, bubbly and excited, when he wasn't thinking about her mother.
When Lil turned fourteen, her father sent her to summer camp. He thought it would be a good experience for her as he always loved camping when he was younger. He also secretly thought it might make her a little less lonely if she stuck around people during the summer. At first she was hesitant but she quickly fell in love with the experience and went back every year since. Last year when she was seventeen she became the group leader of team green.
|Extra|
bonfires are the best part of summer, hands down.
|Theme Song|
Migraine – Twenty One Pilots
”Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat” |
5,387 | 146 | 43 | 2,351 | 411 | Location: Team Green Cabin
Interacting With: Lil Ashbourne
It was almost lunchtime when a white 2015 Volkswagen Beetle entered the relatively full parking lot. Emily was late, though not a fault of hers. A communication mix-up had resulted in her not being informed that she was confirmed for for Camp Liberty's summer camp programme. She rushed towards the forested grove where Camp Liberty was situated at. This would be her first time in the camp and she hoped that the people there would be friendly and inviting. She was hoping to make new friends and to make the most of the boring summers she usually had for the last few years. All-in-all, she was looking to have a great time here.
Driving from Los Angeles to the outskirts of California, Emily had finally arrived at the pine forests where the summer camp was situated at. Turning off the engines and slipping the car keys into the front pocket of her cargo pants, she opened the driver's side of the door to the lovely sound of birds chirping and the leaves of the trees swaying in the wind as a breeze gently cruised by. The feeling she experienced then was one that was incredibly inviting, the pine trees lightly swaying in the wind as though extending a welcome to Camp Liberty itself.
The fresh air was crisp and refreshing and reinvigorated her after spending all the time in the recycled air of her car. Dressed in a olive green tank top matched by her khaki cargo pants, Emily opened the back seat of the Beetle, and retrieved a brown backpack, which she slung onto her shoulders before removing another black hand carry bag.
Walking towards the Main Hall where the camp administrative offices were, Emily opened the doors introducing herself to anyone and everyone present. "Hi! I'm Emily, I'm new to Camp Liberty and totally excited to be here!" The blonde's tone was incredibly chipper and her exuberant nature couldn't wait for itself to be let known. A woman came out from one of the offices inside introducing herself to Emily. "Hey there, I'm Meridith Collins, camp counsellor, and the previous head of Team Green. Welcome to Camp Liberty! I hope you enjoy and have a fulfilling stay here!" "Hi Meridith! I'm sure I will! I'm absolutely looking forward to it!" "Excellent! Now if you would follow me, I'll lead you to Team Green's cabin, where you will be available to pick anyone of bunks not yet occupied." When Emily reached the cabin belonging to Team Green, Meridith left her on her own, leaving the blonde to pick out one of the lower bunks not yet occupied.
She left her bags onto the bed and started to unzip her bags, unpacking them as she went along. Emily was not one to use plenty of cosmetics, so she didn't bring much. Removing her extra fresh clothes and hanging them into a closet, she then placed the cosmetics and toiletries she had brought into an section of one of the powder rooms.
Emily then unpacked the rest of her stuff and prepared for lunch or whatever would happen next. Meridith had given her the leader of Team Green, Lilian Ashbourne, and asked her to contact her if she needed anything. Emily thought that she would just sent her a welcome message. To say that she was excitable to be here was a gross understatement.
To: Lil. Ashbourne
From: Emily J.
Hi there! I'm Emily, and I'm your newest member of Team Green!
I look forward to spending an enjoyable summer here with the rest of the green team as well as everyone in Camp Liberty.
I'm just got here, and I'm unpacking in the cabin. See you soon! | Emily Johnson
“You can do anything, but not everything.”
-David allenT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Emily Harper Johnson
|Nickname|
'Emmy'
Emily has had the nickname for as long as she can remember. She likes it as it sounds soft, warm and affectionate. She doesn't like just anyone calling her by her nickname though, preferring it only to be used among the company of friends.
|Birth Date|
February 24th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. However, she also places hope on finding the 'right' one eventually.
|Relationship Status|
Actively Looking
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team GreenA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
A radiant and exuberant individual, Emily stands at 5'5". Posessing a heart-shaped face with a button nose and a set of beautiful almond shaped eyes. Her eyes, which are by far her most striking feature are a gorgeous shade of icy blue and her thin lips, which accentuates her small mouth a healthy pink. Her ivory complexion is fair, with subtle golden undertones. Emily's hair is a shade of honey blonde, straight and extends out to chest level. It can usually be seen in a braided ponytail or worn let down in its natural state. Her cheeks are round and produces a pair of dimples at the edges of her mouth when she smiles, brightening up her visage. Her body is slender and athletic. What Emily lacks in height, she makes up for in her radiant appearance.
|Clothing Style|
Emily can often be seen in tank tops and t-shirts. She prefers earthy colours, like dark green and brown, with the occasional greys. For the lower half of her body, she wears a pair of cargo pants as her preferred attire. For her feet, a pair of sport shoes are usually worn.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Emily does not have any scars or tattoos, but her ears are pierced.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Pranks/Pranking people
✔Keeping people happy
✔Baking
✔Classical Music
✔Cheesy Romance
✔Making Friends/Maintaining Friendships
✔Gymnastics
✔Pizza
✘Arguments
✘Bullying
✘Letting people down
✘Spiders
✘Thunderstorms
✘Fake people
✘Stress
✘Mathematics
|Hobbies|
Gymnastics
Baking
Reading
Listening to Classical Music
|Habits|
Daydreaming
Eye squinting(especially while thinking)
Moving head along to the rhythm of music
|Fears|
☠Snakes & Spiders
☠Dying in general
☠Not finding the 'one'
☠LonelinessD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Idealistic ♦ Exuberant ♦ Loyal ♦
With an equally radiant personality to match her exuberant appearance, Emily is an energetic and adventurous individual that is also competitive and passioniate for what she loves and believes in. She always seek to strive for her best, and improving what she already knows. Warm and friendly, Emily is very much a people person and generally gets along well with people due to her pleasant disposition. Headstrong and determined, once she sets her mind on something, she will do her best to achieve or complete it. Highly excitable, she tends to get excited over the smallest of things, however she is also highly disciplined and has a great sense of self-control and knows her priorities. As much as she enjoys fooling around, she always puts work first.
She sticks to the unwritten rules that she sets for herself and abides by them at all times. A highly emotional person, her feelings tend to overpower her at times, which may impair and cloud her judgement. She has a rather extensive sense of humour and tends to laugh at most jokes, making a couple of her own along the way. A big fan of pranks and pranking people, she is always on the lookout for more pranks on the internet. Optimistic and idealistic, she is a firm believer of hope and positivity. However, she also does have her moments where she can be rather cynical. More of a follower than a leader, her leadership skills are sorely lacking, but her loyalty is absolute once earned, which makes her a great follower.
When it comes to romance, Emily is by no means an expert in the field. She does more than her fair share of flirting among the guys she interacts with. A sucker for romance, she is a big fan of the whole love and affection thing between a couple and will go all out for the person she loves and considers her other half. Confidence can sometimes be an issue for her as she begin to doubt her competence and abilities. Prone to being stubborn and obstinate, she often insists on doing things her way even though she knows that it may not be the fastest or most efficient way. She always seeks company, and likes it most when not alone.
|Place of Origin|
Born in Sydney, Australia and immigrated to Los Angeles, California when she was eight.
|History|
Born into an influential and affluent family, Emily lived in Piper Point, one of the wealthiest suburbs in Sydney, Australia. Emily enjoyed most of her childhood, especially the parts in Australia. She had plenty of friends at school and was well-liked, and as the only child, she had all the love her parents could give. Her parents were posh and intelligent people.Both her parents were bankers, which brought alot of wealth into the family's income. The one thing they lacked was a child of their own.
Dozens of tries later, Emily was finally concieved. Incredibly supportive of their only child's interest, they fully supported Emily interest in gymnastics by not forcing her to do things she was interested in. Practising gymnastics from a young age, she was selected to be in the school gymnastic team. They were not always present, busy and occupied with work, and she often went to competitions alone. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had everything she desired, and could want nothing more as she grew up. Toys, friends, hobbies, she had them all. Except for one thing. Her parents gave her as much affection as they could, but seeing as they were usually home late at night, she rarely got to interact with them before bed time.
Shortly after her eighth birthday, her parents recieved a promotion to head the American branch of the bank. They came home early one night which highly surprised the young Emily. Conveying the news to her, her life came tumbling down as they announced that they would be immigrating over to the United States, losing her friends, her position in the school team and plenty others.
The Johnson family moved over to their new permanent residence in Beverly Hills, a mansion overlooking the city of Los Angeles that her parents had managed to secure through the help of their friends in the state. It took a couple of years before Emily really considered herself settled in, here in America. She had a new group of friends and was had only recently joined the school's gymnastics team. Intending of meeting new people and making new friends, Emily signed herself up for Camp Liberty, with the permission of her parents. Hopefully, she would meet someone important to her life here. Hopefully.
|Extra|
Emily usually puts on a fragance that smells like Lilac and Gooseberries. It is not overly strong but is distinct enough to know and recognise. It is generally a scent associated with her. Her favourite thing in Summer is hanging out at the beach with her friends.
|Theme Song|
Break The Fall – Laura Welsh
”You break the fall
It's not easy to trust
I wanna love you
But I'm just too cynical” |
5,388 | 146 | 44 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting with: Alexandria Novak
Alexandria Novak
Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting with: Luca Cardwell
After bidding goodbye to his best friend--and messing up his hair for good measure--Luca found himself at a slight loss. A fair number of his friends were at the Leader meeting, a lot of his other friends already dispersed and were out and about.
Well, until everyone gathered together again... He might as well go back to the Purple cabin to finish unpacking. Or maybe he'd just wander around, experience the American wilderness a bit.
Watching her best friend enter the meeting room, Alex turned and made her way out of the Main Hall, intending to get back to her cabin. It was noon and it was starting to become the hottest time of the day. Walking for a few moments, she caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure. Was that Luca? If it was, what was he doing just wandering around? Wouldn't he want to stay indoors? Quickening her pace, Alex came to stride close enough to the tall male where she could recognize their face. Surprisingly it was who she thought it was. "Hi, mutual best friend," she greeted jokingly to get the boy's attention before smiling as he halted and faced her.
Luca turned around in slight surprise. "Well, well, well... If it isn't Miss Alex. Figure out what to do about that compromise yet? Mutual best friend indeed... I hope you're good at sharing, it seems to be our only option!" He finished with a smile.
"I've actually heard so much about you Alex. Casper will kill me if he knew that I told you, but you've really a hot topic of conversation of his for quite a while now."
Giggling lightly at the 'Miss' addressed to her, Alex brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Shrugging impishly, the girl responded with, "Who knows, maybe we'll end up becoming really good friends too." Stepping a little bit closer, she walked side by side with the taller gentleman.
However, something he said made her halt for a moment. Furrowing her eyebrows in worry, Alex squinted at the ground. What did that mean? Were her concerns of their friendship being onesided true? Was Luca Caspy's only best friend? What did he say about her? Alex internally gasped as a final thought struck her: Did Caspy keep Luca a secret from her because he didn't want her to talk to him and find out all the bad things he had been saying about her? Slightly glancing up toward the Englishman, she let out a mock amused, "Oh, really?" hoping her inner conflict wasn't obvious.
Deciding to stray away from the topic so she wouldn't have to confront the ugly truth in front of her, she donned a teasing smile before asking, "So, how do you like America? Are you going through tea withdrawal yet?"
"It would be nice if we ended up becoming good friends. Casper talked you up quite a bit about how how amazing you are in every aspect. I'm pleasantly surprised that you seem to surpassing all expectations." Luca chuckled, picking up on Alex's worried gestures. "He adores you, that one."
"And America... It's great! It's not like what I expected though. Not as many celebrities running around, and there's an impressive amount of fast food restaurants." He pauses with a slight smirk. "I kid, of course... Kind of."
And with a sheepish smile, Luca scratched his cheek with his finger. "And if I'm being completely honest.... I may or may not have packed a fair few into my bags... So no, I won't be going through withdrawal quite yet."
Feeling her cheeks flush at Luca's sweet words, Alex's green eyes only shined a little brighter. "Thank you," she replied, oblivious to the boy's efforts to diminish her worries about where her and her best friend stood. However, he succeeded in what she would have inevitably done to herself: distract herself from the issue by focusing in on his kind words and how attractive he looked and how nice she felt when he flashed that brilliant smile in her direction.
Chuckling at his joke about what he expected out of the Great States, Alex hummed before responding. "We may be in California but you probably won't find any celebrities unless you're in either Los Angeles or San Francisco." Placing a hand on his arm, the girl teased with, "It's okay. I'm here and I'm close enough," before flipping her hair.
At his sheepish confession about packing tea, Alex let out a genuine laugh. He's so cute. "Try not to get hooked on coffee. I hear that's like a crime back in England." At this point, the girl had walked in the direction of a big oak tree for shade, sitting down with Luca by her side.
"I suppose that I should get your autograph then." Luca remarked with a chuckle as he leaned against the tree. He tapped the hand resting on his arm with his finger. "My brother's been bothering me about getting autographs from celebrities, think he'll be satisfied with yours?"
"Also... My friend drank more coffee than he did tea. And the Queen herself showed up to execute him." Luca said with a complete deadpan. "You're right, it's a serious crime. But as they say, 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do.'" He looked at her with a sly smirk. "If I do drink coffee... It can be just between us, eh?"
It seemed that with each passing second, Alex was getting more and more infatuated with Luca. He's got a sibling; he's an older brother. He must be so sweet toward him and take care of him. And god he's so funny. He's absolutely... perfect. Taken in by how amazing the boy sitting next to her was, Alex couldn't even get anything out as a response aside from an airy laugh at his expression while going along with her joke and an ever growing smile. Even her breathing was lighter. Shifting her face a little closer to Luca's, the girl couldn't help but get lost in those deep blue eyes as she barely breathed out a, "Yeah..."
The moment didn't last very long though as the short brunette felt something shift beside her hand. Turning to look down at what it was, she saw the faintest stripes of black within the camouflage of grass green a mere inches from her hand. Feeling her heart speed up and fear rushing throughout her body, the girl gave a scared scream before pushing herself as far away from the offending animal as she could. Unfortunately, that was in the direction of Luca and she ended up falling on top of him. However, she wasn't too focused on that at the moment as she kept her eyes trained on the slithering creature, making sure it was moving away from her and trying to gather her ragged and uneven breath.
"Whoa!" Flinching in surprise, Luca instinctively threw up his arms to support Alex. As the full force of the girl crashed into him, Luca had to brace himself to prevent the two of them from collapsing into the ground.
"A-Alex, what's wrong?" Luca stammered, a bit confused by the sudden collision. He peered around her to see what spooked her so badly. "What are you so scare--oh." It took him a little while to see anything out of the ordinary, but eventually he saw some movement in the grass. He leaned forward to scrutinize the source of that movement.
"Oh, it's just a snake!" Luca chuckled. "It doesn't mean any harm." Judging from how Alex reacted, she wouldn't be able to function for a bit. He wrapped his arms around Alex's waist and lifted her to her feet.
"Alright, let's get you out of here, shall we?" Luca asked, setting Alex down on her feet.
The shaken girl gave another shriek as the reptile changed direction and began its journey toward her. Jerking away from the monster, she didn't get a chance to run out of the grass before Luca took matters into his own hands, as well as her. Instinctively bringing her arms up to hold onto Luca's neck and legs to wrap around his waist, she still kept her eyes on the slowly disappearing animal. Good, it wasn't following them. Snakes were scary. They were venomous and hidden and silent and you can't even kill them easily. In Alex's mind, there was nothing you could do once a snake got close enough to you to attack. If you tried to hold it, it could still bend around and bite you and then if it was poisonous, most of their venoms killed people under an hour.
Alex only began to calm down once Luca had placed her down on the gravel path that went around camp. Well, at least from the snake that is. Realizing how she had acted and appeared, the frazzled girl was thoroughly embarrassed. He must think you're such an annoying weirdo now. It took everything in her to not cover her eyes with her hand. "Yeah," she agreed weakly. "Could you walk me back to my cabin?" she asked meekly.
"Of course." He bent slightly to be at Alex's height. "You okay? Don't worry, it didn't follow us, and it probably wasn't venomous--"
Luca cut himself off, realizing that perhaps that statement was a bit tactless and might have the opposite effect on the frightened girl. "Well, uh... Let's get you back to the cabin then."
He was really at a loss as to how to deal with a situation like this. How does one even begin to comfort someone who just came face to face with what appeared to be their worst fear? Feeling slightly awkward, Luca decided to just stick with a pat on the head. Bending down a bit to peer into the shorter girl's face, Luca gave her a reassuring smile. "You're safe now, yeah?"
It was difficult to comprehend the words Luca was saying to Alex when his face was so close to hers. Even if her mind was competent enough to comprehend his words, the captivated girl would have taken what he was saying as his sweet attempt to calm her down and reassure her. Only being drawn out of her daze by the feeling of his heavy on the top of her head, Alex became momentarily confused. What was that suppose to mean? Before she could ponder more on it, Luca was once again bringing his face down to gaze into her eyes. Actually registering his words this time, she smiled dreamily in response before lightly bending her head in a nod. Reaching up for that warm hand resting on top of her, Alex held it just briefly, running her thumb over the front of it before letting it go.
The two walked the rest of the way to the blue cabin in silence. However before Luca could leave once Alex was walked up to the porch, she gently bit her lip and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Hey, maybe I should get your number so we can discuss more about that autograph for your brother," she suggested. Once they exchanged numbers and she received her phone back, it took her whole willpower to not start giggling like a child. "Oh, um, also if you don't have anyone to sit with at the campfire later tonight, you always have a spot next to me."
Luca took his phone back. "We'll see what happens Miss Alex." With a slight smirk, he continued on in a teasing tone. "I do have friends outside of Casper and you. But thank you for the offer. I can rest easy tonight knowing I have a spot reserved for me."
He turned around to head away from the Blue Cabins. Without turning around, he raised his hand in a wave and called out, "Feel better soon!" and walked away.
Luca took this opportunity to go through his phone once again. He finally got the chance to text Jessica back.
To: Jess
Excited to see you too! Meet up with you at the Main Hall?
With a small smile, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and started heading in that general direction. | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,389 | 146 | 45 | 2,504 | 144 | LocationAround, then to sleep!
Interacting With... Ollie and Katsuya , Stacey and Sebastian
After breakfast, the leaders meeting had commenced. It wasn't anything spectacular, she thought, to be in charge of a group. There had been a nice long walk in the summer air. Ollie, Katsuya and Low rounded the lake, listening to the hum of insects in the steadily heating weather. She had pulled her hair away from her neck with a tie in a bun without much care. Otherwise, her plaid top stayed, her jeans were rolled up to mid-ankle to show off glow-in-the-dark pale legs and the hint of socks in black flats.
She kept her spectacle-wearing friend a breath away, occasionally, unintentionally bumping hips together while they walked. Katsuya on the other hand was not allowed as close. That was the advantage of being friends for three years, give or take a handful of weeks, days and time spent together. They only had the summer and then it was back to school. And then... college.
Her phone sent a secondary vibrate to remind her that she'd received texts a half an hour ago. Likely right after lunch when Stacey had time to reply. Unsurprisingly she took her time to reply, mulling over all of the options. Low only had so much energy, and she was quite tired from that long drive. It was almost, almost time for a nap. But she'd send them a quick text and sit on a bench, Ollie and Katsuya were welcome to join her – again, to remind the ever-growing camp group, the recovering addict wasn't much of a talker.
Honestly, even texting was a bit much:
To: Stacey H.
From: Low G
Mhm, it's nice that you're back too.
And a second to Stacey as well, since she liked to segment her responses to different things:
Ok.
To: Sebastian R.
From: Low G
I'm sitting with Ollie and Katsuya, I'm tired.
Again, she broke up the text:
I'm 100% set on napping soon.
And then she turned to the two gray team members, smiling, gently voicing her need for rest, ”I think it's time to sleep... Come for me near dinner time? And with that, the taller girl stood and shook her plaid top, airing it. Soon she'd been in an over-sized sleeping shirt and tucked under cool cabin covers. Then, Low left and reached the cabin, rubbing black makeup onto her hand again while wiping an eye. The young woman shrugged past the light door and pushed her things along the wall of her bed, not bothering to shove them off and crawled on, cradling a pillow. Nap time! | Alexandria Novak
“Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.”
-Michael Scott, The OfficeT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexandria Emily Novak
|Nickname|
Alex; no one calls her Alexandria because nobody calls anyone by that name
|Birth Date|
04.04.1998
|Age|
Seventeen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
It's complicated
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Alex has a mousy type face with small and gentle features. Her eyes are a big and vibrant green that look amazing emphasized by eyeliner and mascara. She has a nose that is thin and long, coming to a small point at the end with thin lips. Relatively pale, her skin tone compliments by contrasting with her dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Usually she leaves it down in messy tendrils since it's medium length and doesn't get in the way much. Alex is of average height, standing at 5'5, seemingly either a few inches taller than some of the girls or a few shorter. Very thin, Alex doesn't feel self conscious about the size of her assets. Porn stars have the supposed ideal body type; models are small.
|Clothing Style|
Alex dresses for the weather. Since it's summer and it's hot, she wears tank tops and short shorts. However, she much prefers to wear her mini skirts or summer dresses. She also brought a few pair of jeans and leggings in case the mosquitoes were feeling extra vicious on certain days. Alex only packed a few pairs of shoes: two casual slip ons (Vans and Sperrys) and a pair of tennis shoes that probably won't be used too much. She loves rings and wears an abundance of diverse bracelets on her right wrist.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alex has both lobes pierced but usually doesn't wear earrings because they get caught in her hair.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Celebrities
✔Boys
✔Money
✔Sarcasm
✔Sports
✔Bracelets
✔Beauty
✘Summer
✘Outdoors
✘Sweating
✘Mosquitoes
✘Campfires and anything associated
✘Pep
✘Aggression
|Hobbies|
Biking
Reading
Singing
Watching animal videos on YouTube
|Habits|
Cussing
Flirting
Expressing indignation and disgust
|Fears|
☠Snakes
☠Drowning
☠GhostsD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Shallow ♦ Bitter ♦ Ignorant ♦ Opinionated ♦ Naive ♦ Spoiled ♦
No one's going to say that Alex is their favorite camper. She always appears unhappy and when someone actually talks to her, it seems like the only thing that comes out of her mouth is some form of criticism. However, she does have a hidden sense of humor and affinity for laughter behind that first barrier of silence and indifference. Despite the fact that she's the poster child for the perception of the Blue Team, she's actually quite a poor fit. Alex isn't competitive in the least bit. No, she doesn't think everyone's a winner nor having fun is the real prize. She simply doesn't find any point to put in the effort for something as pointless as a camping competition for what, literally nothing.
Alex is surprisingly sweet and sensitive. She wants all the other campers to like her but isn't really quite sure how to approach it. Sometimes when she makes the rare effort, it's either the wrong way or with the wrong person. However, that doesn't mean that she can't easily be deceived due to her naivety. There is a danger to her though: she is a resentful soul to those who hurt her. Once she personally hates you, her determination to get you back could rival even the most competitive campers.
Ironically the first thing that is noticeable about Alex is that she's extremely shallow. You'll never catch her without makeup on and she would much rather be late to events than go out with bad hair. A flaw that she has is how easily she is appeased by another's physical appearance. Much of how she initially feels about you is based on how attractive she finds you. Also, don't put anything reflective near her because you can bet she'll be checking herself out with no shame. Why would you have shame when you look this good?
|Place of Origin|
Seattle, WA
|History|
Alexandria's personality and attitude illustrate everything there is to know about her past. Only child, pampered princess, oh so ignorant to the way the real world works. Her parents were never really home due to their constantly busy careers. Her father is a coach for the Mariners and her mother is a neurologist. With her father gone for six months traveling the country and her mother coming home late from shifts from the hospital, the house was very quiet when Alex would come home. However, it wasn't like it was any different during the rare occasions all three were actually together. There wasn't much to talk about since it had been so long since anyone knew what the other was doing. Well, at least Alex would never have to worry about her parents splitting up. They were good like this; content and stagnant.
To take care of their daughter as best as they could since they were not around, Alex's parents supported her through the money they were making. After all, that was the whole reason they took on their jobs, right? Alex saw the bright side of it: she never had to do any activity since her parents didn't have the time to take care to practices or recitals or whatever it would have been. However, maybe if they had, Alex would have been able to discover her potential for singing. They also didn't know what she was doing so she could do whatever. Most of the kids in her situation, the ones she attends the high class private school with, made the best of it and got to party with all the fun accessories. Alex would have probably fell into the same loop if she wasn't so reclusive and shy.
However, she didn't get to become the way she is without her share of demons. Last year, before summer began, a family friend visited and brought their son. It was the first time Alex met him. Andrew was an edgy photographer living in a New York apartment paid by his parents. Over the month they were visiting, the two got closer together and when he was returning to the other side of the coast, he offered to take Alex to spend the rest of the summer there since she wasn't doing anything in Seattle and her parents weren't planning on taking a break from their careers. They could only spoil their daughter so much. A month and a half alone with a boy six years her senior on the other side of the country? They didn't think so.
So they looked up for something quick to busy her for the rest of the summer and found Camp Liberty. They thought it would be the perfect plan for her. She would get physical exercise and maybe meet new friends and it was close enough they could be there if something happened. And, most importantly, it prevented her from seeing her new boyfriend. Alex didn't get enough time to know everybody and get familiar with the way things worked the first time since she came in more than halfway through the camp. And since her parents are doing the same thing this year, she'll get the whole summer to redo.
|Extra|
No. School.
Unlike most of the other campers, Alex likes to watch sports, not play them.
|Theme Song|
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
"But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" |
5,390 | 146 | 46 | 1,860 | 875 | Zeke Rios
Location: Grey Cabin then Main Hall - Meeting Room
Interacting With:
Stacey Hampton , Casper Fawn , Lilian Ashbourne , Chase Jackson , Alec Nichols
Zeke was alone in the cabin, leaning over the desk with his hands on each of the edges holding him up. He was staring down at a whiteboard he had removed from the wall about an hour earlier. On the white board were three separate lists. The first was his own list of tasks for the day listed in chronological order and color-coded by importance. It was the first day of camp so nearly everything on the list was written in the black that meant they were everyday routine things like meals or the green of "suggested" activities. The laid back nature of the camp meant those would be the two main colors of that list all summer. One item on that list did stand out. Written in red over an attempt to write in black and partially erase it to make gray was the team leader meeting he had to attend in a few minutes.
He still wasn't entirely sure why we was Team Leader, but somebody had to do it. It wasn't as big a deal among Team Grey as, say, Team Blue. No matter what they said, half of the team would just do what they wanted anyway. Still, something in him believed he could so something good with the position. The second was his updated list of ideas on what to do with his team. At the top in yellow capital letters was the obvious course of action. Something like that was much easier said than done though. The third and shortest list was of course things to bring up at the meeting. There wasn't much to it except ideas suggested to him by other members of his team, or ideas thought up to appeal to one particular interest or another.
He was currently beating himself up over the complete lack of ideas he had for the meeting coming up in a few minutes. His stomach growled, a reminder that he had force himself to skip breakfast in order to work on that third list. Despite that, he hadn't managed to expand the list all morning. It occurred to him just then that going to breakfast and talking to some teammates about it would have been actually been smarter. If no one else surely Sable and Katsuya would have plenty to say. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he pulled away from the desk and stood. He managed to stopped a stream of curses before they started. Getting mad at himself for doing something as a result of getting mad at himself was not the best way to start the summer. He took a breath as his phone vibrated on the desk. He picked up the phone and couldn't help but laugh.
To: Zeke
From: Danny
Fell out of a tree. Guess I have to go see the nurse... ;)
His step-brother had come along to Camp Liberty last year and the eleven year old boy had probably broken the record for most nurse visits in a summer. There was no doubt 95% of those visits were excuses to ogle Cynthia. It was a few seconds later that Rashad's voice could be heard calling the team ladder's to a meeting. With a sigh, Zeke looked over the board once more, his eyes drawn to the yellow words at the top of list two. He quickly copied the list for meeting points on a scrap of paper and stuffed it in the pocket of his shorts. He pulled on a light grey button up shirt, carefully rolling up the sleeves as he did so. With a quick look in the mirror to adjust his hair, he was out the door.
Zeke was one of the last to enter the room, seating himself quietly at his seat. While Stacey and Rashad fought for control of the floor, Jaz, the counselor for his team gave him a huge grin and waved mouthing "hi." He returned a small smile and waved back. At Rashad's prompting introduced himself. "I'm Ezekiel. Grey team leader." He then watched as Stacey once again wrestled the discussion away from Rashad. He leaned forward, his elbow on the table and his hand on his chin. With his other hand he pulled his coin out of his pocket and began walking it across his knuckles as Stacey spoke. While disrupting the flow of the meeting wasn't the best way to have the meeting, he did like her list. The list itself that is. It was clear she had put some thought into it. It was some of the items on the list he was less sure of. Between the horror movie night and the more intense capture the flag it was definitely something more geared towards her team. It made sense, he supposed. The best way to get her team involved would be to get them interested. He couldn't say he disagreed with her points though. Camp Rock was awful, and the talent show and theme party sounded like things everyone would enjoy.
Chase seemed to agree with him, though from the way she spoke she didn't sound sure. She tossed a few ideas into the ring, but again she was uncertain. Then Casper who spoke up. Of course Team Blue would want to keep everything the same. It was in their best interests to keep the same environment that had led to their past wins. And yet they had one of the least competitive of their group as leader. Despite his opposition opposition to Stacey's idea he made some good alternatives, Zeke had to admit. His fear of paintball was pretty weak though. It did sound like fun. The party theme didn't make much difference to Zeke personally. He figured people would enjoy one as much as another so long as there was a theme.
Overall this meeting, was going as expected. That was until Casper stood once more and launched into a small speech about Team Blue changing their behavior and reputation. Now that would be a change to see. It was good to hear that someone among that group felt they needed to change. But Zeke had his doubts. Had Casper even discussed this with his team yet? "I don't know, Casper. I don't think most of your team respects you enough to-" The look from Jaz and the other counselors made him cut off his sentence as he realized too late that was not something to have said out loud. Especially in front of the other team leaders. Especially coming from the quiet kid. Fuck.
Zeke's mouth snapped shut, and he turned his face down to stare at the coin dancing across his knuckles. | Ezekiel Andres Rios Jr.
“Human spirit is the ability to face the uncertainty of the future with curiosity and optimism. It is the belief that problems can be solved, differences resolved. It is a type of confidence. And it is fragile. It can be blackened by fear and superstition.”
-Bernard BeckettT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Ezekiel Andres Rios Jr.
|Nickname|
"Zeke" It's just short for his name and he likes it.
Some people just shorten it to Z and he's fine with it but it's not something he himself suggests to anyone.
|Birth Date|
July 23, 1997
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Not since the breakup
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
GreyA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
While Zeke's skin may be somewhat light now, it darkens quickly and he typically leaves camp every year with a heavy tan. His black hair's always at a length he considers manageable, never getting too long. His dark brown eyes are the only consistent source of warmth on his otherwise unexpressive face. He is not particularly tall or short, standing at 5'10". His body is fit and strong, a result of his time spent playing soccer.
|Clothing Style|
While a lot of care goes into what he wears most of the time, Zeke dresses casually for camp. He wears shorts, avoiding how uncomfortable pants can get in the heat. He wears a plain t-shirt or tank top or a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He has a few pairs of nice flashy sneakers, but he'll typically wear an older pair considering how often they end up muddy here.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
A minor burn scar on his left forearm and a two inch scar down his left shin from a childhood injury. Zeke has no tattoos or piercings. He doesn't like the thought of getting a piercing, but he's considered getting a tattoo if he can ever decide what he wants.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Soccer
✔Robotics
✔Batman
✔Swimming
✔Planning things out
✔Colorful sneakers
✔Reading
✔People Watching
✘Being the center of attention
✘People getting him "out of his shell"
✘Bullying
✘Messy room
✘Events with poor organization
✘People who take the team rivalry too seriously
✘Last minute plan changes
|Hobbies|
Messing with electronics/robotics
Soccer
Reading
People Watching
|Habits|
Putting effort into his appearance
Makes lists when thinking/planning
Walks a coin across his knuckles when sitting idly
|Fears|
☠Flying
☠Losing his Dad
☠Being without friends againD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Reserved ♦ Organized ♦ Persistent ♦
Zeke wants to know how the world works. He's always been the kid who'd rather spend his time taking things apart and putting them back together again. To him the only thing better than answering a question or solving a problem is discovering a new question or problem to work on. In conversation and other social situations he often plays more the role of an observer. He speaks mostly to ask or answer questions, just enough to get through the day. To many it seems that he's shy or timid, but he claims he just doesn't have much he feels the need to say... and admit to being just a little shy. Those who interact with him though, have seen that when he does speak, there's nothing feeble in his voice or manner. He's not invisible, and people feel his presence which can make some uncomfortable. Despite his quiet nature, he doesn't stand for being pushed around either. Even though he spends a lot of time around people, particularly at camp, he'll can be awkward in conversation due to his own lack of actual practice. He has bad timing in when he chooses when to break his silence and can often make blunt statements before realizing his lack of tact. He has trouble moving conversations past asking questions or just talking about his own personal projects. He fails to see ahead of time how what he says might affect those he is talking to and can often offend without thinking.
Zeke always has goals in mind. He likes to think organizing his life in terms of a few long and short term goals makes it easier. He is the kind of person to make lists for himself and schedule his days. As long as he can still see the value of a goal, he can stick to a plan. He's a bit of a perfectionist and often loses a lot of time over work that's not completely up to his standards. Zeke is self-critical often mentally scolding himself for a conversational blunder or a small mistake. When he says particularly awkward it's not uncommon for him to say no more for the next few hours. By his own standards, he fails a lot, but he is never down for too long.
|Place of Origin|
Albuquerque, NM
|History|
Zeke grew up in Albuquerque, raised by a single father. His mother died in a car accident when he was very young, and so his young father had to find a way to raise him and work at the same time. He had a job good enough to provide for the two, and leave them not wanting. However, the long hours meant he struggled to make sure Zeke was taken care of. His aunt helped at first, babysitting him for the first few years of his life. She was a great woman, and Zeke enjoyed time spent with her but he still looked forward each day to when his dad would pick him up. He was put in school at the first opportunity, where even at a young age his teacher's found him quiet but quick to learn. As he got older, he got to take care of himself after school and gained a measure of independence more than any other kids his age. Zeke caused very little fuss or trouble for either his dad or his aunt, keeping to his books and movies. However, he really didn't make any friends. He kept to himself, and the other kids didn't bother him. They didn't bully him either, really. There was the occasional incident now and then, but it was never a serious problem.
While Ezekiel encouraged all his son's interests, he was a little worried about him. He didn't really interact with anybody outside of family or at school. When his aunt watched him over the summer's Zeke just stayed inside. Eventually Zeke's father decided a change of scenery might help the boy and sent the boy off to camp when he was 11. There was some arguing and pushing back and forth but Zeke finally agreed to go when Ezekiel promised not to send him back if he didn't like it. Zeke was initially miserable. He had somehow ended up on Team Pink, where everyone was so completely unlike him. A few of the older pink campers tried getting the kid to "come out of his shell," but the attention only made him feel more out of place and reluctant. Most of them eventually picked up on the fact and left him to his own devices. With the pressure off, Zeke ventured out and watched a lot of the activities and groups of campers. It was then that he joined in on a pickup game of soccer one afternoon. It wasn't a sudden change to enjoying camp, but the rest of the summer was a comfortable mix of reading, soccer, and getting to know his first few friends.
At the end of the first summer, Zeke had mixed feelings about his experience. While he hadn't hated it as much as he expected to, he had no intention of going back. Then during the school year, he found that it was just a little easier to talk to people. He missed playing soccer and so started joining in with the other kids after school, but still didn't spend much time with the other kids outside of that. By the time the next summer came around, he had warmed up to the idea of returning to Camp Liberty. So Zeke became a regular at camp. The next two years each had their own challenges as he ended up on Team Purple and then Team Green. They each gave him a different point of view from which to explore the camp. Each summer has helped him in some way and come with new friends across the teams. Zeke learned a lot about himself and learned to live with other people over the course of his time at camp, always taking new lessons and ideas back home at the end of the summer. The year before this he returned and found his place among Team Grey. The feeling of being at home was so complete that he applied for the position of Grey Leader. He feels grateful for what the camp and all its people have done for him, and wants to give back in some way.
|Extra|
His dad remarried a few years back. His younger step-sister and step-brother are also at Camp Liberty in Teams Red and Purple.
I like relaxing outside on warm summer nights.
|Theme Song|
In the Company of Wolves
”The boy has gone,
let's grieve and let him go.
He left at dawn,
but it's a new day don't you know?” |
5,391 | 146 | 47 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Katsuya Bogdani
Location: Dining Hall
Interacting With: Jessica , Ollie , and Elowen
Location: Main Hall
Interacting with: Kat | Luca via text
After bidding her team leader friends goodbye, Jessica decided to actually eat food. She hasn't eaten all morning, and she was absolutely starving. She grabbed an apple, a bunch of grapes and a banana. Jess loved fruit, and they were healthy! She filled a small bowl with some plain cheerios and poured some milk in there. Topping her tray off with a glass of orange juice, her breakfast was complete.
She glanced around, noting that there weren't too many people left in the dining hall area. She noticed a group of people that she wasn't very acquainted with... In fact, it was very uncomfortable to be around that group. Especially Kat. She seemed to antagonize her every chance she got. Well, not wanting to sit alone and hopefully have a chance to start over with the strange girl, Jess decided to sit a couple of tables over. Close enough to initiate a conversation if she wanted to, far enough to be separate from them if she didn't want to talk to them.
Jessica sat down and started to peel and slice her banana to put in her cereal. She didn't dislike breakfast food, she just believed that fruit was the healthiest and most delicious way to start off the day.
Kat was mulling over the possibility of going to grab more breakfast before going on that nature trek Ollie suggested; it would be a rather quaint walk in the woods, but on occasions even something as mundane as walking among the trees has the potential to blossom into some great adventure. However, before she could act on her gluttonous impulse to pilfer more pancakes whom should sit just a few tables away, but the very object of her desires, the flame that fulled her passions, the star in which orbit Kat found herself being pulled into, lovely Jessie. Oh, Kat silently wished her heart be still as it felt as if was going to burst into tens of thousands of little pieces and the pale girl was unsure if she would endure the aforementioned explosion. Kat wanted merely to go up to Jessie and whisper in the blonde's ear all of her truest desires, but alas she could not do that because deep down Kat was afraid that...this was all just a trap designed by an expert in emotional warfare. Yeah, Jessie was the shallow spider weaving her deadly web to ensnare those foolish enough to pursue her. Kat was sure all those cheerleader types loved to break the spirits of those not in their little clique; she had seen the award winning docudrama Mean Girls like a grand total of seventy-seven times and it would never lie to her. Just like a typical queen bee ice queen to flaunt her good eating habits in front of the plebs; look at her amazing figure it was just so sexy...sexy in a egotistical way that is. Kat peeked a glance at Jessica as if to confirm her suspicions, but it was more to just behold the beauty that sat daintily enjoying a meal a few feet from her.
"Wow, it looks like Princess Jessie has decided to hold court to show us dirty peasants the proper way to pick at a meal. Look at her arrogantly flaunt her oh so perfect body and her low calorie diet; someone is really trying too hard to maintain that lovely figure. Well guess what princess it does not impress me much as I am not some love-struck imbecile with the I.Q. of negative ten who tells you what you want to hear." Katsuya snidely remarked while making sure the insult was loud enough for Jessica to hear it; though she really hoped that the trio could leave before she was forced to back up her mean spirited comments. So much for second breakfast it seemed.
So much for burying the hatchet. Jessica inwardly sighed as she placed her spoon down into her bowl. It had always been like this. From the very first day they met--even before Jessica had introduced herself to the strange girl, Kat had been openly antagonistic towards her and she never knew why. Kat had even insisted on calling her Jessie after Jessica had explicitly told her that she did not go by Jessie. Multiple times.
Sometimes Jess couldn't tell if Kat was trying to compliment her or trying to insult her. There were always bits and pieces of her being pretty or whatever sprinkled in. Kat is an odd person, and even though Jessica tries to get along with everyone Kat was the one person she wasn't confident about being friends with.
"You know, maybe I enjoy eating fruit more than anything." Jessica replied in a frustrated tone, twisting around to face Kat. "And I don't really care if I don't impress you. I'm not trying to impress anyone!"
Kat thought she just could stealthy slink away into the shadows again, but since she was currently interacting with Ollie and Elowen that would be rather rude of her. Why did she say anything? Why couldn't have she kept her trap shut just this once? Kat knew she was pretending not to know the reason, which was that she just had to here that voice again; the voice that could calm a tempest and soothe one's very soul. The sound of Jessie's voice was an apparent contradiction as it could be powerful yet gentle; Kat yearned to hear that voice say her name not in scorn, but in affection. That was the dream, well it was actually just part of the dream as a dream happens to be more than the sum of its parts and this dream started off with a pool full of maple syrup...wait, no she wasn't having that fantasy again. Not here in public anyways, perhaps latter when she was by herself...scratch that as Kat was fully aware that she was definitely revisiting this train of thought when she finally had time to herself. However, right now she had to pull together as she was letting her nemesis Miss Prim and Proper Jessie get the upper hand; oddly enough a struggle for dominance was also involved in that aforementioned fantasy, but that was for another time and another place.
"Well, Excuse Me, Princess!" Kat said mentally congratulating herself on finally finding a real life situation where that meme could be used to its full potential before continuing her insulting tirade. "Aww is little Ms. Perfect getting all hot and bothered already? Of course you are not trying to impress anybody darling...silly me I forgot that you were just so high above everyone else that your pretty little head brushes the clouds. Tell me does it hurt your neck constantly looking down at others...the regular folk I mean? It would be a shame if your glamorous visage got even the smallest wrinkle, so please continue living in blissful ignorance of the world around you. Wouldn't want you to injure you brain by inviting you to actually think for once. Isn't that right J...E...S...S...I...E? That is what you like to be called right? Or do only your boy-toys get to call you Jessie?" Kat punctuated the last part by locking eyes with Jessica doing her best to make the blonde feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.
Jessica met Kat's gaze without hesitation. She'd engaged in quite a few staring contests in her life, eye contact didn't scare her.
Jess raised an eyebrow. Was this girl serious? Sure, Jessica wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she tried her damn hardest to be as smart as she can. And this girl does a lot of thinking everyday, thank you very much. Jess was not as shallow as Kat made her out to be, but Jess is the sass queen of Camp Liberty. She wasn't about to take this verbal attack lying down.
"Actually, the only people that call me Jessie are little kids that can't quite pronounce the 'Jessica' yet. It's pretty fitting that you call me that, considering that you're so damn immature and childish."
"Can I be immature and childish sure, but I not the one who struts around here like Aphrodite with a stick up her rear just begging to be worshiped. Seriously do not make me laugh, it so damn adorable that you think your high-class rhetoric and elegance gives you the right to kick me around like a bloody serf. 'Call Me Jessica' do you even recognize how conceded that sounds...seriously I will call you whatever I please Jessie. You are not the boss of me Princess. You can be so cruel you know that? The way toy around with my e...never mind as I doubt you could ever comprehend something like that. Look I am quite done watching you make an ass out of yourself, so just learn to stay out of my way your Highness. This is not the land of make believe as not everyone is going to be your friend and tell you what you want to hear. The world does not revolve around you. Ugh. We are so done here."
After that final point set in Kat broke her eye contact by winking and stormed off to join Ollie and Elowen on that nature walk before Princess had the chance to retaliate. That was rather enthralling Kat thought as her tiny heart raced...Jessica was indeed aware of her very existence and it was only a matter of time before she swept Kat off her feet. Kat could not help sink into another one of her fantasies as she made her escape; this particular day dream happened to involve piña coladas and perhaps even getting caught in the rain...
Jessica gave a very frustrated sigh as Kat escaped. She did shoot off some snappy retorts to her, but it didn't really matter. Jess hated not getting the last word in. She raked her hair up with her right hand. Kat really got under her skin at times. She just wished she knew why Kat hated her so. She glanced down at her half-eaten breakfast with a furrowed brow. She wasn't feeling very hungry anymore. She dumped everything into the trash and stalked out.
Not really feeling like talking to anyone, she was very annoyed when she felt her phone buzz. Angrily swiping it up to see who texted her, her anger subsided just a little when she saw that it was from Luca.
To: The Gentleman
I'll be waiting at the entrance. Come soon, I need to vent
With another sigh, Jessica headed towards the entrance of the main hall to meet up with her friend. | “Smiling makes everything better. Trust me.”
-Jessica WilsonT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jessica Ashley Wilson
|Nickname|
Jessie or Jess
Jessica does not like being called Jessie. She feels that it's a more childish version of her name. She only accepts being called Jessie from childhood friends who've called her that for years, or little kids.
On the other hand, if you want to call her Jess, go ahead. She doesn't mind.
|Birth Date|
March 16th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single for now
(If anyone wants to discuss being in a relationship with Jessica, please feel free to PM me!)
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Pink P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
When you imagine a cheerleader, you're probably imagining someone who looks like Jessica. She has the stereotypical shimmering blonde hair. Her hair extends down to her waist and no, she doesn't straighten it. It's naturally straight. It's mostly flowing down or in a ponytail but on occasion she'll put more effort in her hairstyles. When Jessica is fed up with her bangs, she'll french braid the front part of her hair. And when she's feeling particularly pretty or for a special occasion, her hair will be in a more intricate style. And her almond-shaped brown eyes are often sparkling with enthusiasm and warmth. Oh, and Jessica has got her eye-roll down to perfection.
Standing at a height of 5'7, Jessica has legs that seems to extend for days, and a slender figure. Her skin tone is on the paler side, but after a summer at camp, she tans nicely.
|Clothing Style|
Jessica's motto when it comes to clothing is "Easy, breezy, beautiful." Nope, just kidding. It's actually "Simple but fashionable". Despite what people may think, Jessica dislikes accessories like necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc. She tries to find simple clothing that mark her a fashionista without going overboard.
For the most part, Jessica is often seen in short denim pants and the fashionable T shirt. She's brought some cardigans, hoodies, some sweatpants and exercise pants as well.
She brought her favorite black and white gingham checked bikini for her bathing suit.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jessica has her ear lobes pierced. She also has a birthmark on her right ankle. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flowers
✔Animals
✔Music
✔Art
✔Food!
✔People
✔Cheerleading
✔Dancing
✔Making friends
✔Flirting
✔Adventure
✘Bugs
✘Overly sweet foods
✘Fake people
✘Politics
✘Cola-flavored drinks/dark-colored pop
✘Bananas
✘Sour food
|Hobbies|
Dancing | gymnastics | playing music
|Habits|
Laughs nervously when uncomfortable | Plays with her hair a lot | Rolls her eyes often
|Fears|
☠Fear of missing out
☠Afraid of lightning
☠Afraid of being alone E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bright ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Kind ♦ Bubbly ♦
There's an upbeat air around Jessica all the time, accompanied by a bright smile. True to her archetype as a cheerleader, she's always cheerful and willing to make someone smile. Jessica is probably one of the most empathetic people you will ever meet. She's the type of person to cry when other people cry, and she gets really bad second hand embarrassment whether it be in real life or in response to movies or TV shows.
However, Jessica is very frustrated with being associated with the cheerleader stereotype. Just because she's a cheerleader, just because she's a blonde doesn't mean that she's an airheaded bimbo. Contrary to stereotypes, she's very smart. It's her life goal to break free from the cheerleader/blonde stereotype, but it probably doesn't help that she has her 'blonde moments'. Despite her intelligence, she has a tendency to overlook the obvious because she overthinks it and over-complicates it.
Of course, being in Pink, it goes without saying that Jessica has a very witty, sassy aspect to her. Jessica always has the sassiest comebacks, and she has a very sharp tongue. A lot of her speech is dripping with sarcasm. The more comfortable she is with someone, the more sarcastic she is. Anytime there's an opportunity for a witty, funny comment you can usually count on Jessica to supply it. However, it's often a double-edged sword. Sometimes she goes too far, or says one sarcastic comment too many and hurts people. This is followed by her apologizing profusely for a long time. She knows that she needs to work on filtering all of her comments.
On the other side of her bubbly, happy personality, Jessica has a tendency to bottle up all of her emotions. By trying to be nice and friendly and upbeat all of the time, Jessica shoves any anger, irritation, or nerves aside. If she's annoyed or doesn't like someone, she'll still smile and treat them nicely, but on the inside she'll be listing off all of the reasons why she hates that person. She tries not to be catty, but sometimes... You just have to vent. When it overflows, Jessica explodes. Either she's throwing a fit, or wailing and sobbing. Fortunately it doesn't happen too often, but when it does... Stay away from her. This tendency also is apparent when she panics or freaks out, which happens when things divert from the plan. Jessica needs a plan and a guidebook. She doesn't like improvising. She can be a control freak, losing control scares her a lot.
As a general rule, Jessica is a very pleasant person to be around. It helps that not only is she attractive, she's a natural flirt. It's not that she's necessarily flirting on purpose, she's just charming and endearing.
|Place of Origin|
Los Angeles, California
|History|
Everything seems to come so effortlessly to Jessica. That's how she portrays herself.
But it's not really the case.
The only thing that came naturally to her is her musical ability. Everything else--her smarts, her athletic ability, her confidence, her toned figure...everything--is something that Jessica quite literally worked her ass off for.
As a child, Jessica was much different. She was a chubby, overweight child who hated physical activity and wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. Because of this, she was bullied in elementary and middle school and as a result, became an insecure loner. It was rare to hear her talk above a murmur, and she would be as small as possible, hoping that people wouldn't notice her.
To Jessica, her one respite was music. She took piano lessons for a really long time, and in 6th grade, she had her first recital. Her lessons paid off, and after years of practice, she played beautifully. This was a turning point in her life in which she realized that if she practiced and worked hard at something, she could succeed. Until then, she had given up on everything else.
So for the rest of her middle school life, Jessica quit music to throw herself into bettering herself in everything. She started taking gymnastic lessons to combat her weight gain and lack of athletic ability. She spent countless hours with tutors to attempt to understand academic subjects. She spent days poring over magazines to try to be trendy, fashionable, and cool. She practiced smiling and confidence by looking into the mirror and saying good things about herself. Slowly but surely, Jessica began transforming herself.
By the time she reached high school, Jessica became the person that she always wanted to be... Well, almost. It still takes her about 3 times more effort and studying to understand school-related subjects, and it takes her a lot of practicing to do athletic activities like dancing or cheer, but she's gotten a lot better. It's a process that's still taking place. She's still insecure about herself--if there's one thing she doesn't want, it's for people to not like her and to discover how lame she used to be--but she feels a lot better. Her confidence practice paid off.
And most importantly, she likes being herself now. And maybe, that's all she ever wanted.
|Extra|
--She's good at piano
--She's broken a lot of bones over the years.
--Allergic to cats
|Theme Song|
I Am - Hillary Duff
”I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am” |
5,392 | 146 | 48 | 968 | 6,713 | Alec Nichols
Location:Main Hall-Meeting Room.
Interacting With:Stacey Hampton , Casper Fawn , Lilian Ashbourne , Chase Jackson and Zeke Rios
The truth, he walked into the room late. Everyone was already sitting here and there, so, Alexander decided on a seat next to the Blue teams leader, Casper. Like the ghost? Was he friendly too? He stopped the thought. No reason to start making people hate him in advance. Sure, people loved him, but, he admitted to being a jerk when it came to commentary. The topic seemed to be the events, then again, that was the best way to start the meeting. "I'm Alec," he said "Team Leader for Pink and that jazz."
Sitting there and thinking over the rest of the events that everyone was discussing, Alec would glance at his own clipboard. "Paintball is alright, though I agree that we didn't come here to get all bruised up. But, Nerf-wars would just take forever. I mean, you'd have to pause and let everyone reload and foam bullets would be in the woods for years to come. A movie night would be awesome." Pausing for a moment he would then continue. "Chase, no offense doll, but Shakespeare is something that you would find at a school, one of those things that we came here to get away from. Though, I think perhaps we could take a vote on it. I mean, if we get enough support, then I'll be all up for helping organize it. Oh, and the talent show, two thumbs up on that one. I'd like to propose the idea of a fully authorized swim party sometime?"
It was at this moment that Casper stood up and gave the speech on his plans to Change Team Blue. Alec simply nodded his head and gave a quick glance towards Zeke. One that was confused as opposed to the ones from the other Team Leaders that caused Zeke to stop talking. He cleared his throat."Actually, I agree with you both. Casper, Team Blue does need to change and reform, but have you talked it over with the members? I have no doubt that they respect you, as you are a stand-up guy from what I've heard, but without their approval, you're team may just fall apart."
Alexander then sat back in his seat. Hopefully he had offended no one, but it was best to be honest when it came to things like these. After all, that was the purpose in having Team Leaders, a role and responsibility that the boy took very seriously. | Sable Arabella Santiago
“The rules were meant to be broken; someone just has to be brave enough to do the breaking. That person just so happens to be me.”
-Sable SantiagoT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sable Arabella Santiago
|Nickname|
Well, you can't really get one out of Sable, but Bell or Bella is an option. There is no particular reason for liking these nicknames, they are something that her friends gave her when she was little and they carried on with her throughout life.
|Birth Date|
June 27th, 1998.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Cis Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual, though leans more towards the male gender.
|Sexually Active|
Sable admits to having "done the dead" once or twice.
|Relationship Status|
Free as a bird. (Any ideas, PM me.)
|Role|
Member of Team Gray.
|Team Color|
Gray would be the answer.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at five feet, five inches tall, Sable is your average height, per say. Her skin is a natural darkish tan color, due to being hispanic. A current weight of 132 pounds, the girl has long legs. Where as people have extra layers of fat or skin that is simply there, Sable has the slightest amount of muscle to her frame. She has long brown hair that falls to the small of her back that can either be left free falling, or pulled back into a high-set ponytail. Full lips, a bit of a wide pudgy nose as well as cheeky grins and bright brown eyes, Sable is all around your ideal spunky, slightly athletic looking girl. On a side note, due to her infatuation with drawing with charcoal pencils, Sable can be found with her fingertips smudged with black as well as the occasion streak of the charcoal on her clothing or face.
|Clothing Style|
Female muscle t-shirts, spaghetti strap tank-tops of her band merch for tops. Skinny jeans and girl combat boots in the color of black typically top of her outfit, if not her short denim shorts. Flat billed hats turned around backwards is a definite. She typically can be seen in a sleeveless denim jacket as well. You may be lucky enough to catch her in a dress or two, but it's not all that likely.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Sable has her earlobes pierced as well as a scar of about three inches long running vertically on her left side right below the rib cage.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Music- this is rock, mostly. Things like ACDC, Daughtry, Simple Plan, All American Rejects, etc.
✔Drawing- with Charcoal pencils, that is.
✔Skateboarding.
✔Flirtting.
✔Pizza- Peperoni is her favorite.
✔Team Green seems alright.
✔Thunderstorms.
✔The outdoors, especially the stars and hiking.
✔Science.
✘Team blue, the arrogant bastards.
✘People messing with her music. Sable likes her music loud and she likes her playlist the way it is. Mess with it, she'll break you.
✘Cats.
✘Classical music.
✘Math.
✘The color yellow.
|Hobbies|
•Playing the electric guitar.
•Skateboarding
•Her Drawing
|Habits|
•Sable bites her thumbnail when she is in deep concentration. Well, not exactly biting... more like chewing... you'll just have to see if for yourself.
•She tends to dance when there is no music playing out loud to the random song that is stuck in her head.
•Draw on anything and everything.
|Fears|
☠Dying young.
☠Losing the people closest to her.
☠That one random day that could possibly happen and her phone freaks out, suddenly causing her whole playlist to be deleted. Random fear? Yep.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ ADHD ♦ Goofy ♦ Caring ♦ Social ♦
Looking for a kind, random, hyper social little butterfly? Look no further than Sable. With the occasional prank as well as saying some of the weirdest things that you have ever heard, Sable has ADHD, though does not take the medicine for it, ending up in her being full of energy. She also tends to blurt out random quotes in random situations. Caring for people is something that Sable tends to do, perhaps a little to much. If something seems long, she'll help you out. Need someone to talk to, then come and spill your darkest fears to Sable. She may seem goofy and super social -which she is- but she knows how to keep a secret. Oh, and she's a southern belle, so expect a "Bless your heart" thrown you way here and there.
Despite the good, Sable has some bad traits as well. She's overly blunt, saying the first thing that comes to mind. In short, her mouth has no filter, really. Sometimes it seems as if all she can do as flirt, and perhaps ma even do so with you even if she knows that you are not single. It's just who she is. Sable is also overly stubborn. When she makes up her mind about someone or something, it will take something major happening to change her mind. Due to the mix of the good and bad, Sable tends to come off as either rude, flirty, or goofy pretty much all of the time.
|Place of Origin|
Augusta, Georgia, USA.
|History|
Growing up in a family full of 7 children, being the middle child and the only girl, Sable had an interesting childhood. Learning to take up for herself as well as prank at an early age, she ended up being one of the guys from the start, never being afraid to get dirty and roll around in the mud with them. Her father was a hard working man, as well as her mother. School was something that Sable has never, and will never, like. Unless it was Science, that is. Getting into trouble and lunch were her favorite subjects really.
Her whole life was really just a basic twist here and there. Something good would come along, like her parents relationship being good, and then the next day they would have an argument, her mother leaving for weeks at a time. However, the two managed to keep such things under tight wraps, the major arguments happening around Sable and her brothers. None the less, her parents kept their mouths shut as much as possible for the sake of their children. Her teachers did their best to get her involved in their classes and other activities, but Sable had her own agenda with being a sociallite and teching herself the guitar.
Staying up late and waiting until the rest of the family was asleep, Sable would wait up to sneak out onto the roof of her second story window and stare at the stars while drawing and listening to her music in order to clear her head. It wasn't until last year when Sable got suspended from school for a fight that her mother decided it was time for the girl to have a break. Finding Camp Liberty on the internet, Sable was actually here last summer. Apparently the Camp has made some difference in her, as her mother is forcing her to come back this summer.
|Extra|
Pretty sure I covered everything.
|Theme Song|
She's a Reble-Greenday
"She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade"
Alexander Bradley Nichols
“It's better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not.”-André GideT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexander Bradley Nichols
|Nickname|
Alec is Alexander's most common nickname, something that he started being called at the age of 5. In his opinion, his whole name is just too fancy, however, Alec makes him sound... well, normal. Brad is another nickname, coming from his middle name. Feel free to call him either.
|Birth Date|
August 13th, 1997
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Cis Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual.
|Sexually Active|
Yep.
|Relationship Status|
Single as a pringle.
|Role|
Team Pink Leader
|Team Color|
Pink.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5 feet, 11 inches and weighing in at a total of 160 pounds, Alec has chocolate brown hair that is cut short and slightly swept up in the front. His eyes are a warm caramel color, always seeming inviting. His skin is smooth to the touch and could be considered a light tan color from staying outdoors. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a angular like shape.
|Clothing Style|
T-shirts that seem to hug in all the right places can be found on Alec's slightly muscular torso as well as the occasional sweater or two. Jeans are his main bottoms, though maybe some cargo shorts here and there. Sneakers or vans for the finish.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alec has a scar on the right side of his face going from his temple down to his jawbone. Approximately 6 inches long.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dogs
✔Pranks
✔Arguments over things that he is passionate about.
✔Soccer(Football).
✔Playing in the mud or outside in general.
✔Summer Nights.
✔Harry Potter- the books, that is.
✔Rock Music- Stuff along the lines of Hinder, Creed, Evanescence and Simple Plan. He doesn't listen to it loudly, but loud enough.
✘Winter.
✘School in general. Well, lunch is okay.
✘Stuck up people.
✘Celery.
✘Being judged on his appearance.
✘Romance movies.
✘Being told what to do.
✘Broken Promises
|Hobbies|
•Playing the Drums.
•Writing- Poetry, short stories.
•Swimming.
|Habits|
•Chewing on the eraser end of his pencil or pen.
•Bouncing his leg up and down when bored.
•Biting the inside of his cheek randomly.
|Fears|
☠Losing any bodily limb.
☠Ferris Wheels.
☠Being forgotten.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Kind ♦ Energetic ♦ Dependable ♦ Confident ♦
Alec is a kind person, always helping and looking out for others. He can't simply help it. If you have a problem, he's the one to come to. He is also very dependable, and when he say's he will get it done, he will. Perhaps not at the exact time that he or you would like, but if you ask him to make a cake, and the boy agrees to do so, expect the cake on your doorstep pretty soon. Along with being dependable, he hates broken promises. When he says the words "I promise" he will stick by that promise until the day he dies to make sure that it is fulfilled.
Despite his fellow Pinks, Alec is not one for gossip, though is a loud and rambunctious person. If there is a party or social activity to be found, he will find it and you can be sure to find him there.
A downside, when Alec tells you that he is confident, he's not lying. The boy has a major ego and cares -perhaps to much- what others think of him.
|Place of Origin|
Nashville, Tennessee
|History|
Alexander's past is something that he will never talk about unless it is strictly required or you are very close to him. Born in a small right on the outskirts of Nashville, the boy had a drunk of a father and his mother died during giving birth to him. For this, he never has forgiven himself, considering that he thinks his mother's death is his own fault. Not wanting the child, his father gave Alexander up for adoption.
And then the so called adventure started. At the age of 3, he was placed with a loving family. Raised in the household until the age of 6, Alec found out that he was to be a big brother, his so called adoptive parents pregnant with a little girl. However, what the young, naive, child did not know was that the only reason the family had considered adopting him was they thought they were unable to be pregnant. It was 5 months before the end of his temporary mothers pregnancy that he was sent back to the foster home.
It was not until the age of 10 that he was officially adopted by a family in Nashville, and here he was nothing more than a meal ticket. Taking care of the younger children in the household by making sure that they ate as well as seeing to it that they were clothed, bathed and got their homework done, Alec did not care so much for his schooling. Being a D average student has really gotten him nowhere, though as long as the children were taken care of, he could care less about himself. Despite his home life and poor grades, he does and has had lots of friends at school.
Coming to camp at the age of 13 in order to get away from things, Alec pledged pink just 3 years ago at the age of 15 and became the leader of the team just last year.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The warm nights by the bonfire with the stars shining bright in the sky.
Due to living in Tennessee, he does have a country accent.
|Theme Song|
Tell Me I'm A Wreck – Every Avenue
”When you tell me I'm a wreck
You say that I'm a mess
How could you expect anything less?” |
5,393 | 146 | 49 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Location: Cabin
Interacting With: Nobody.
Malcolm was having, at best, a passable day. He’d had worse (like the time his goldfish died, or when he lost his house keys and had to wait outside crying for his mom) and he’d had better. Once King had flounced off, however, it took a turn for the worse, if only because Mal had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Most people at the camp – at least the ones who were worth speaking to – were older than him, off at leadership meetings or, or, God knows where else, but they weren’t nearby.
Even social media couldn’t fill the void of having nothing to do, so he retreated to Team Pink’s cabin, to his neatly packed away clothes and the outfit left out for the bonfire and the fresh flowers in the little vase on the dresser. Last year, right at the end, he’d plucked the petals from them to try and work out whether it was Ollie or King he liked more. He sighed, and flopped back on his bed.
Stupid King… It would be much easier if you were a girl.
“Well, I’m bored,” he said to the room in general, the empty room. Mal wondered whether he was becoming one of those people, the ones who were only sociable when they were drunk. Quickly, he reached down to his red jacket (tucked under his bed and only pulled out during the unexpected summer storms) to pull out the crushed packet of cigarettes inside.
It wasn’t a good habit to start, but he’d started it at the beginning of the summer. Mal snuck outside, not wanting to stink up his cabin with the smell when he was going to disguise it anyway with fancy body mists, and lit up in the small alcove between his cabin and the one beside it. If he was being honest with himself (which happened so rarely in recent times that it was a momentous occasion) smoking wasn't an addiction; it was a way to try and impress King.
And to think that once upon a time he might even have frowned upon partying and drinking, too. | “ Sometimes, you have to roll a hard six.”
- Commander Adama, Battlestar GalacticaT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chastity Jackson
|Nickname|
"Chase" – Adamantly refuses to use her birth name and hasn't been called that since she was eight. As far as she is concerned, such a ridiculous name isn't her own.
|Birth Date|
February 14th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
PurpleA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chase is very tall at 5'11" but still holding out for that extra inch of height so she can officially join the big leagues. She has an athlete's body – broad shoulders from swimming and otherwise trim muscles from track and her old skateboarding phase. It has been a sticking point for her that she isn't particularly womanly; flat-chested and without any curves whatsoever. The only feminine features she boasts are long eyelashes and big doe eyes.
Her most prominent characteristics are her strawberry-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, though a case could be made for the freckles that only become more obvious when under the sun for hours at a time. Chase tans well, looking like the stereotype of a Californian girl during the summer. Though her hair is long, she keeps it either up in a tight ponytail or in a severe bun hidden beneath her hat.
|Clothing Style|
Chase will likely wear what she has for the past few years at camp: boy's cargo shorts, proper – expensive – running shoes and a purple t-shirt to show her team spirit. Naturally due to the California heat, she has also brought a snapback. Whilst she typically doesn't accessorise, this year she plans on making a statement with a simple rainbow wristband.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chase has an assortment of scars from her skateboarding days, few of them noticeable without looking for them. Two stand out in particular. Because she wears shorts, the patchwork that is the skin of her left knee is easily visible, coming from a nasty hit and run when she was twelve. The second, one that runs along her jawline and crosses up her chin, is an old wound from a fight three years ago at summer camp.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Swimming for recreation and for competitions.
✔Running – both cross country and track.
✔The great outdoors, nature walks and the countryside.
✔Piano.
✔Her own masculinity.
✔Wild camping and orienteering.
✔Star Trek and other sci-fi shows.
✘Losing competitions.
✘Skateboarding – not now, anyway.
✘Cars and busy roads.
✘Hospitals.
✘Team Blue.
✘Her lacklustre grades.
✘Complete, total darkness.
|Hobbies|
1. Spending most of her time outdoors on hikes and walks and camping trips.
2. Playing the piano – a skill she was pushed into by her mother but ended up enjoying.
3. Swimming. More than anything, because it's the only sport she has wanted to pick up herself.
|Habits|
1. Biting her lip (to excess; to the point where it bleeds);
2. Nervous laughter in situations she is way too uncomfortable with;
3. Accidentally staring at pretty girls.
|Fears|
☠Being lost in complete, total darkness with no way out and no light. Chase is a bit of a control freak.
☠Drowning, or being caught in a fast flowing river.
☠Being hit by a car. Again.
☠Rejection / being alone forever, which ever seems more likely.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Brave ♦ Honest ♦ Stoic ♦ Insecure ♦
Chase is a stereotypical Purple camper. She has nerves of steel, rarely backs down from a dare and is often the first to volunteer for something that might be dangerous or involve defying death, even on a minor scale. Often she can get caught up in the swing of things and become quite mean-spirited, especially to those she feels as a threat in competitions, but there is usually an awkward apology at the end of it. Chase is honest with others and herself. She doesn't allow herself to get big-headed.
Of course, that could be because she has a nasty habit of tearing herself down – though, she supposes, it could be worse: she could be tearing others down instead. Chase is still very much caught up in a cycle of self-hatred, and whilst things are looking up, and she's finally on the way to finding and accepting her identity, there is still that nagging little voice (her mother's) that tells her she needs to do better. Furthermore, Chase has never been one to show emotion. She's not sure she can cry in front of people, or at all, really, and feels guilty just considering it. She keeps things bottled up inside until they become a problem.
|Place of Origin|
Jacksonville, Florida; however, she lives with her father every summer in San Diego.
|History|
Chastity Jackson – but only her mother calls her that – was born into a family that was very much ready to split. Her parents' marriage was one failure after another, and they expected having a child to fix that: thus, they planned to have a son. Fat chance of that. It took only two more years for them to split, her father moving to California and her mother staying in Florida with family.
A precocious kid, she was expected to do well in school, and she did... to a point. She was always a fan of sports, but the factor of grades were pushed to be the difference between success and failure. And boy, did Chase fear failure. Her grandparents ensured she took piano lessons, ballet (which she quit after a week) and all sorts of other activities until she finally settled on swimming, much to their dismay. Her mother remarried, and she barely saw her for another two years. Still, every summer without fail, she flew over to live with her father until the school term started.
At thirteen, she had her accident whilst skating and missed out on three months of school. Almost immediately upon her return, Chase was lost. Her grades slipped from As to Bs (and in some cases, Cs) and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As a last ditch attempt to try and lift her spirits, she was enrolled in a summer camp the following year.
And what a different it made. During the part of the year that she's not at camp, she's the captain of her school's swim team and a regular at track practice. Since then, Chase has been a recognisable member of Team Purple and fierce competition in everything sporting-related.
|Extra|
One proud owner of a motorcycle, currently stowed away at her Dad's place.
We don't have a summer in Scotland...
|Theme Song|
Talk About You – Mika
”'Cause living like this is risking all that I know
And if it kills me, that's the way I wanna go...”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:”
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's DreamT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Malcolm (Minato) Okada
|Nickname|
"Mal" – it means 'sad' in some languages, and isn't that just, like, the most poetic thing you've ever heard of?
|Birth Date|
1st January, 1999.
|Age|
16
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member
|Team Color|
Team PinkA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Asian and of Japanese descent, it is not entirely unexpected that Malcolm is well-below average height at 5'5". He is stick-thin and without an inch of muscle or fat anywhere on him, but still built a bit disproportionately as his most recent growth spurt was only six months ago. Malcolm has soft, effeminate features and sharp black eyes hidden behind large, Gok Wan glasses. He is undeniably attractive and seems to be on track for looking even better in a few years time. His most prominent characteristics are his hands and their long, spidery fingers – "all the better to tweet you with", as he would say.
|Clothing Style|
Malcolm brings a lot of clothes with him, and this year is no exception. It's plain Converse – for enforced physical activities – and boat shoes otherwise. Since wearing waistcoats in the summer's not exactly the best idea, he's only brought one with him. Typically he'll wear shirts with rolled up sleeves or vest tops with his favourite pair of tan chinos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Malcolm's ears are pierced both in the conventional place and an industrial piercing on the upper cartilage. He did have an eyebrow piercing which has since been taken out and scarred over, leaving a neat line to separate his eyebrow in two.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Acting and taking part in amateur dramatics.
✔ Band – plays the saxophone.
✔ Shakespeare.
✔ Schoolwork, particularly Drama and Mathematics.
✔ Money and wealth.
✔ Attention.
✔ Romance TV serials and movies.
✘ Physical activity of any sort.
✘ Fake gossip.
✘ Less-than-intelligent people.
✘ Spicy food.
✘ Team Blue.
✘ Team and community spirit.
✘ Prejudice.
|Hobbies|
1. Theatre and theatrical productions. He both acts in them and attends them. Especially Shakespeare productions.
2. Blogging and otherwise spending most of his time on the Internet.
3. Music – a pretty damn jazzy saxophone player.
|Habits|
1. Checking phone for updates (even when there's no signal).
2. Zoning out whilst 'listening' to someone.
3. Habitual coughing.
|Fears|
☠ Having an extremely bad asthma attack in public;
☠ Failure on stage and in front of people;
☠ Being alone and friendless.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Flirty ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Petty ♦
Malcolm likes to think of himself as the life and soul of the party – sort of. He makes the most jokes (and if people don't get them, well, they're not smart enough); he has the most Facebook friends; and, of course, if he's not the loudest in a group he'll damn well try to be. He's a romantic at heart but romance in his mind has nothing to do with outrageously flirting with friends and almost-friends.
Even so, his jokes often tend on the sarcastic and biting, especially when they're related to other people. Further, Malcolm can nurse a grudge for years and is more than petty when it comes to those who've wronged him in the past. Snubbing is a thing he is very, very good at setting up.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York.
|History|
Malcolm is a stereotypical rich kid. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his father a businessman and his mother a model-turned-journalist in her early thirties. Both are extravagant but sensible people, which makes it obvious where Mal gets his flair for the dramatic and expensive tastes from. Attending a private boarding school for most of his time and moping in his room for the summers was how he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until his parents decided enough was enough and suggested that he attend a summer camp.
Reluctantly, Malcolm did so. And hated it. Which was too bad – he was going, and would be forced to go until he was no longer under his parents' roof. Still, as a reward for good behaviour (not that he doesn't get anything he wants bought), he's getting an apartment out of it in the end... And maybe a small bit of him loves the camp.
|Extra|
Asthmatic. Gets a pass if he needs to skip the more strenuous activities.
There's nothing good about summer...
|Theme Song|
Shot At The Night
”Look at my reflection in the mirror,
Underneath the power of the light.
Give me a shot at the night.
Give me a shot at the night.” |
5,394 | 146 | 50 | 1,044 | 4,429 | Location: Meeting Room then to the Bonfire
Interacting With: The Team Leaders: | | | | | King via text | Low G. via text Stacey's smile turned a little when Chase spoke and didn't like the idea of her horror movie night. Stacey liked Chase, honestly but at this moment, she wasn't too fond of her. She cleared her throat then leaned up still looking toward her with a somewhat half smile. The ideas she read off of her phone sounded like Malcolm's, which caused her exhaled heavily and do a little hair flip. She then thought that Masquerade Night could be fun though but knowing it was Malcolm's idea, she wouldn't be too happy with it. 'Shakespeare production? Yuckfest.' She thought though made a face in disbelief. She waited until Chase was done before commenting, of course. "I like the idea of Masquerade Night since I love that scene from Phantom of the Opera but Shakespeare? Eh, yeah, I like the, well my, talent show idea better." She finished speaking with her signature smile then flashed it towards Chase then towards Rashad, who thanked Chase for sharing her ideas as everyone's eyes went to the next person that was speaking. It was Casper. Of course, she looked absolutely disgusted at him.
As Casper was speaking she played with her phone though still listening for when it was her time to attack, or speak kindly since that's what she had to do in front of Rashad. Her phone vibrated in her hands, which caused her to gasp slightly and saw that it was a text from Richard. He wasn't attending the meeting, which made her sad. She really wanted to see a Richard versus Casper showdown so that everyone can see that Casper is so not right the right person to lead Team Blue. She was just about to text Richard back but Casper had stopped talking. 'Thank God.' She thought while looking at him and making another face towards him. Casper ideas were boring as she wanted to say that aloud she just didn't say anything at all. Instead, she texted Richard back.
To: ♥King♥
From: Stace ♥
Okay. I'll text you the deets shortly, hon. ;)
She sent the message and it seemed like all eyes were on her to respond to Casper as she just waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head. She didn't even bother as she looked down at her phone, receiving two texts from Low. That girl and her separate texts. She pulled out her phone again and texted her back.
To: Low G.
From: Stacey H.
I'll see you at the bonfire, yes?
She sent the message as it still seemed like eyes were on her. Maybe people felt she was a little disrespectful for not responding towards Casper but he didn't really matter in her eyes, honestly. He was a weakling and so were his ideas. She bit her bottom lip a bit and then Zeke spoke. She blew a bit of air through her parted lips but he didn't speak for long. 'Damn it, Zeke.' Again, she felt stares on her. She lowered her head to look down at her phone again. But thankfully Alex spoke up and of course, he disagreed with the paintball idea as well. 'Weak little boys.' She thought about Casper and Alex as it seemed as if they were afraid to break a nail or two. She shook her head then stood up.
"I thank everyone for expressing your interest towards my ideas as I hope that this year's camp experience be a fantastic one. Even though, paint balling it out of the picture, maybe we should do the neurosem darts." She chuckled slightly then cleared her throat before looking at Rashad. "So, meeting adjourned?" She bit her bottom lip as Rashad nodded his head. "Hey, hey, don't forget about the bonfire tonight." He added before everyone walked out of the meeting hall. Stacey basically pushed her way to be first person to leave. She pulled out her phone and shot another text towards King.
To: ♥King♥
From: Stace ♥
Too many deets to text. LOL. See you at the bonfire?
She sent the message towards then walked out of the main hall and back towards the Red Cabin so that she could get ready for the bonfire. She showered and brushed her teeth and everything then placed on a blouse, which exposed her right shoulder then a pair of shorts that went well over her thighs. She knew that she had to dress accordingly since it was going to be a bit hot out. She also adorned herself with a wristwatch and a necklace then reviewed over herself in the mirror.
The nightly skies were rolling in without warning as she heard the screech of feedback then heard Rashad announcing for everyone to proceed onward towards the Liberty grounds for the bonfire. She was excited as it showed through her smile and facial expression. Stacey walked out of the cabin, alone and proceeded towards the Liberty grounds. Of course, the fire was already lit and the counselors were already there in place. They had chips and dip, hamburgers, hot dogs, graham crackers, marshmallows and pieces of chocolate - Along with sodas and bottles of water. She made her way over towards the music area and saw that Rashad was the deejay. She reviewed over his set list and groaned. "I swear if you play this High School Musical junk, I'll set the grounds on fire." She placed his set list back down then walked off, not even hearing his response. She took her cell phone out of her back pocket and shot Leah a text.
To: Leah W.
From: Stacey H.
Are you too wrapped up in Christian's arms to come to the bonfire? LOL.
She then went over to the refreshment area and grabbed herself a hamburger along with a few chips and a bottled water then walked over and sat down on one of the logs present, sighing to herself a bit while doing a little bit of thinking. She wondered if anyone was going to come up and pull her away from her thoughts. Something she really needed right about now.
Location: Lake Liberty then to the Bonfire
Interacting With: Leah Willoughby Hearing Leah explain everything towards him about the camp made him feel a bit relieved. It was good to have a source such as her that will tell you everything you needed to know. He chuckled a bit though then made a face when she said that she's been having a rough time with her life. Christian felt a little bad for bringing it up then shook his head. "No, no." He commented. "You will not bother me. What's up?" He asked towards her while resting his hand upon her back in a comforting manner.
Christian listened to her talk and would do nothing but shake his head whenever she was done. "If it helps, I'll sit here and watch the sunset with you." He flashed a beaming, charming smile towards her then reached for her hand, which he grasped a bit then looked out as the sun began to set. "Sure is pretty, isn't it?" The orange and pinkish color of the sky made an beautiful array over the lake.
As the time went by, Christian jumped at the sound of the feedback then listened to the announcement. He stood up after letting go of her hand then he'd help her up to her feet. "I guess we'll have to go for a swim another night." Christian chuckled lightly as he'd grab her hand again and move his head in the direction towards the bonfire. "Come on." He'd lead them the way, as if he really knew where he was going. | “You only live once but if you do it right then once is enough.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Stacey Christina Hampton.
|Nickname|
The only nickname that Stacey prefers to be called is Stace as she'll only accept this if she knows you well enough. If she doesn't then she prefers it if you call her Stacey and nothing else.
|Birth Date|
November 11, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Sapiosexual. She falls for people that has intelligence and a personality.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Team Leader.
|Team Color|
RedA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Stacey has mocha colored skin that definitely gleams brightly in the right amount of lighting. She has ravened colored hair that is sometimes straightened and it went past to the middle of her back until she cut it and curled it to ruffle just above her shoulders. Stacey eyes are a chestnut brown color but in certain amount of lighting, her eyes will take upon a chocolate color. She stands about five foot six and weighs one hundred and five pounds. She has a very petite, hourglass frame and she likes to show it off every single chance she gets.
|Clothing Style|
Stacey packed an array of t-shirts and dress shirts for the summer. She has nothing but short shorts and short skirts packed, as well. Stacey has about three pairs of tennis shoes and the rest of her shoes are flats or sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Stacey has her two earlobes pierced, just like any other girl would. She also has both of her ears industrial pierced at the top. She has her belly button pierced as well and keeps a globe ring tucked there. She has a tattoo of a butterfly just well above her ass and she even has a tattoo of a heart with horns on her right ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Summer
✔Romantic Novels & Films
✔Fanfics
✔Smiling & Laughing
✔Coffee – With friends
✔Reality TV
✔Meaningful & Intelligent Conversations
✘Watching Horror movies alone
✘Petty arguments
✘Drama
✘Body Odor
✘Bugs
✘Dumbasses
✘People living for nothing
|Hobbies|
Photography & Scrap Booking
Binge watching Netflix
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Bites her nails or bottom lip when she nervous
Stammers a lot before telling a lie
Cracks her knuckles
|Fears|
☠Deep Water
☠Commitment
☠Snakes & SpidersD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Loyal ♦ Opinionated ♦ Adaptable ♦ Domineering♦
If you were ask around about Stacey, most people would definitely bring up that she is very loyal especially to her friends. She is also loyal to her team as she is the team leader this year and couldn’t be happier with her position. Stacey has a very opinionated mindset about certain things. She is definitely not afraid to speak her mind on any subject especially if she feels that something isn’t right. She always stands her ground and backs up anyone she feels is right. She can also adapt herself to almost any situation and environment as she has done it countless of times. Actually, coming to Camp Liberty has taught her how to do so. Overall, if you’re looking for a friend that will always have your back, Stacey is definitely the one you can count on for that.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California.
|History|
Stacey grew up in a very wealthy lifestyle. Whatever she wanted was basically dropped at her feet within minutes. She liked growing up rich and having everything she wanted despite what others might think of her. She wasn’t raised to be stuck up like also all of Beverly Hills is so she made friends with everyone in the neighborhood – Even the poorer people. She didn’t care and found out that the poorer people were the best people to hang around so she did for quite some time. Soon, she parted ways with them due to a wrong place, at the wrong time incident that her mother and father didn’t hear about until a week later.
She found other ways to make herself have fun as she asked her parents to sign her up for singing and dancing lessons, which they did and even paid for a full time advancement without her knowing. Her parents even signed her up for Beverly Hills High Magnet School for the Performing Arts. She excelled in her level of expertise and quickly got noticed by her peers, most who absolutely hated her.
Stacey’s parents sent her to summer camp at the age of thirteen to see if she’d have better luck at making friends and she sure did but of course, she’d make some enemies as well. She loved being at camp and even asked her parents if she could return there the following years. They accepted and she is now eighteen and red’s team captain. She’s been on team blue and green in the past but been a part of team red since she was sixteen.
She loves being at camp more than she loves being at home or in school and hopes that this summer has been like the others in the past – Fun and full of life. Hopefully, no drama will surround her this year though.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about Summer is just being able to hang out with friends and family all day and sometimes all night.
|Theme Song|
My Prerogative – Britney Spears
”Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me
Why won’t they just let me live
I don’t need permission
Make my own decisions
That’s my prerogative.”
“I came, I saw, I am a conqueror.”
-ChristianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Christian Kenneth Burns.
|Nickname|
Christian likes to be called Chris and will sometimes introduce himself, as such. He also likes to be called Kenny, too but only if you know of his middle name.
|Birth Date|
July 4th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Bisexual though leans towards females more than males.
|Sexually Active|
Most definitely.
|Relationship Status|
Single. But definitely looking to mingle.
|Role|
Member of Team Green.
|Team Color|
Green.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Being born to an African-American mother and a Caucasian father, Christian’s skin complexion compliments that trait entirely. His skin is light, taking on a very light brown color of sorts. Chris stands about six foot one and weighs one hundred and forty-five pounds of nothing but muscle. He has very hazel like eyes with a bit of golden tint to them, too. Chris likes to keep his hair trimmed or brushed to perfection and it’s very curly, at times. His hair is also black.
|Clothing Style|
Christian doesn’t really have a certain clothing style as whatever he wears, he thinks he looks good in. But he usually wears collared and buttoned up, short sleeved shirts along with a pair of cargo short either Khaki or blue to match. He has an array of Vans packed along with sandals and his Moccasins.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chris doesn’t have any scars or piercings though he has one tattoo that is located on his upper back region that reads “Only God Can Judge Me”.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Flirting
✔Food
✔Great Sex
✔Musicals
✔Singing & Dancing
✔Gymnastics
✘Arguing.
✘Liars.
✘Being Judged.
✘Hypocrites.
✘Bad sex
✘Plain Ice Cream
|Hobbies|
Photography
Gymnastics
Working Out
Singing & Dancing
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they say a word wrong
Only likes to walk on the right side of someone
Always knows what direction he is travelling in
Is a fidgeted person
|Fears|
☠Dying young & Death in general
☠Not achieving his dreams
☠Catching a disease or HIVD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Bold ♦ Distant ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Flirtatious ♦
When one first looks at Chris, they think that he is someone you can easily pushover but he is the complete opposite. He is very bold and will stand his ground against anyone, no matter who you are. Chris doesn’t like it when people bully others so he’ll definitely step in and defend anyone without thinking about the consequences first. Even though he has such a bolding personality on one side, he can also be very distant especially if you said something wrong towards him. He doesn’t really like to talk out his problems with other people but instead writes them out in a journal. He hates being distant and times but most people don’t even know that he is distant, considering his other personality traits. If there was a trophy to hand out for being the biggest flirt then Chris would definitely get that honor as he’s been flirting ever since he was in diapers. Chris loves flirting with guys and girls as it’s the possibility and adrenaline aspect of it that makes him want to do it more. Plus, he is a terrific person to cuddle with.
|Place of Origin|
Huntsville, AL then moved to San Diego, CA.
|History|
Growing up as a mixed baby in the state of Alabama isn’t such an easy but Christian’s parents maintain until they had enough and shipped off to California – San Diego, to be exact. There, no one judged them of their interracial relationship or mixed baby as they honestly didn’t give a fuck since the only thing they cared about was the beach. Of course, the cost of living is a bit high in California so they definitely had to learn how to adapt up there. His father got a job at a local law firm and that brought in tremendous success in the family. Christian’s mother stayed at home with him and took him to school, choir practice and even community theater practice.
Growing up, Christian has learned to face the toughest challenges head on, no matter who or what stands in your way. Stand up for what you believe in and do not let anyone tell you something different or otherwise.
Christian is new to Camp Liberty as he was sort of hesitant to start there at an early age due to his past experiences. He’s knows that he is going in amongst a load of friends but is ready for whatever challenge they throw at him. Christian just hopes that there are some fine girls and even guys there that he can flirt with..
|Extra|
I also love the cookouts that we have every single summer that brings the family together.
|Theme Song|
Never Say Never – The Fray
”Somethings we don’t talk about
Better do without
Just hold a smile.”
“Dancing is something that I love to do.”
-SebastianT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sebastian Gabriel Luis Reyes.
|Nickname|
Sebastian doesn’t really like shortening his name because he feels that people only gives you a nickname for when they forget your real name. So no nicknames for Sebastian here and don’t even try or he’ll definitely want talk to you.
|Birth Date|
December 25th, 1997.
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Pansexual. Sebastian doesn’t see gender as he only likes a person for being who they truly are.
|Sexually Active|
No. Waiting for the right person to come along.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
Member of Team Purple.
|Team Color|
Purple.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
At first glance people, most people confused Sebastian’s nationality as him being Chinese or Japanese but despite the racism, he is in fact mixed with Korean and Puerto Rican-American. His skin complexion has much more of a tan complex to it than anything else. He is very athletically built due to dancing and eating healthy – Even from running the Californian beaches and part time modeling. Sebastian has jet black hair that he usually has combed back and parted on the side. His honey brown eyes compliment his tan features really well. Sebastian stands about six foot flat and weighs one hundred and twenty-three pounds.
|Clothing Style|
Sebastian has a very casual clothing style as he wears nothing but t-shirts that are very colorful and has graphics on them. He wears nothing but jeans and graced upon his feet are a pair of Sperry’s.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Goofing off
✔Dancing
✔Modeling
✔Junk food
✔Making YouTube videos
✔Seeing people learn
✔Teaching people new things
✘Love at first sight
✘Romantic Comedies
✘Doing nothing
✘Licorice
✘Being sick
✘Bland colors
|Hobbies|
Social Media freak – Has a Twitter, Instagram & YouTube account
Being active
Dancing
Video games
|Habits|
Cannot sit down for a long period of time as he has to do something
Dances when he is extremely stressed
Must have a bottle of water before going to bed
Drums his fingers on a hard surface whenever he is bored
|Fears|
☠Any type of abuse
Losing someone close to him
Breaking a legD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Energetic ♦ Reserved ♦ Helpful ♦ Bold ♦
Despite growing up in a very strict household, of sorts, Sebastian didn’t let that stop him from finding himself and being his own person. Not that he was defiant against his parents or anything but he was a bit rebellious as he felt that their rules were only guidelines but they were not going to hold him back. Sebastian is a very energetic person as he cannot be sitting down for a long enough time without doing something. If he is sitting and not doing anything, he becomes much fidgeted and will drive others crazy, sometimes. Even though Sebastian is always on the go and energetic, he is very much reserved and to himself most of the time. He keeps to himself so much that no one knows who he truly is. Overall, Sebastian is very bubbly and charismatic and is willing to help out anyone that truly needs it.
|Place of Origin|
Seoul, Korea then moved to Hollywood, California.
|History|
Growing up in the fast pace city of Seoul, which is also the capital of Korea, his family is no stranger to tremendous success financially. His father was the proud governor of the city and his mother a lawyer for one of the biggest law firms there. While they both were out and about doing their jobs, he was kept by his grandparents who helped learn a lot of things about himself through older stories they’d always tell him.
Throughout the years, Sebastian came to love where he came from and having two parents of different nationalities. He doesn’t let anyone cause harm to them because of their beliefs and definitely does not take kindly to racial slurs. Sebastian told his parents that he’s going to the states to attend Camp Liberty, a place where he’s been going since the age of sixteen. His parents approved and even let him travel alone though gave him enough money to reach his destination and return home safely.
Upon returning home, he rambled about the camp and soon, his parents packed up everything and moved to the city of Hollywood. While there, his mother was able to sign with a local firm due to her experience and his father became the governor for the whole state of California. Sebastian loves the Californian lifestyle and wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. There he was noticed for his unique style of dance and amazing physique that he was a part time model for GQ, as well. He’s been attending Camp Liberty for two years now and hopes that this year will be another learning experience just like the previous years was.
|Extra|
Sebastian has a trust fund that is close to $1 million dollars. He comes from a wealthy family and doesn’t even act like it. I just love everything about Summer.
|Theme Song|
Pompeii – Bastille
”I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show” |
5,395 | 146 | 51 | 909 | 1,240 | Location: Lake Liberty, on The Way to the Camp Fire
Interacting With: Christian Burns and Stacey Hampton
Leah glanced at Christian one more time, as he spoke. She smiled a bit as she felt his comforting gesture against her back. She took a few deep breaths before she started to speak-talking to Christian about her parent's divorce who had been married for 26 years prior to her father cheating with his secretary at work. As she spoke...Leah looked a bit uncomfortable as the subject had been still somewhat fresh...and painful for her to talk about. ".......Mum moved back to England, and I just don't seem to get on with my dad anymore. I'd rather spend time with my brothers or hang out with Sebastian and my other friends, than trying to stay home and put up with everything. It's been very messy...sometimes it feels like mum, never even wanted custody of any of us. She just moved so quickly..." Leah concluded about her parents divorce with a sigh.
But she didn't stop voicing her troubles there; the conversation moved onto her boyfriend Tristan. And how he was not very supportive, angry, distant and not like himself. It was like Tristan was a different person and didn't treat her right. She knew that...but she also knew she had been in denial for a while about it until now. "So...now you know, who I've been avoiding a few moments ago." she breathed out with a deep sigh. "How do you tell someone, it's over on the phone? That seems...impersonal...and he's so angry as it is....I...." she trailed off shaking her head. Leah didn't finish the sentence, she didn't expect Chris to have all the answers. But it felt nice to have someone listen to her, and for her to get it off of her chest. Biting her lip, Leah glanced at the lake for a few more moments; watching the light shimmer and dance across the beautiful water. "I am sorry...for dumping it all on you. I guess, I just needed to get a lot off of my chest. But at the same time, I wish I could just forget everything, that's been going on. You know?" Feeling him reach for her hand-Leah squeezed his hand gently in gratitude and leaned her head against his arm briefly as they watched the sun-set.
It seemed like the hours passed by, when she was in his company. "Thank you..and yes. It's beautiful. I always loved watching the sunset." she commented. She was grateful for his company, listening and comforting words and gestures. The sound of the announcement made her a bit jumpy...Leah didn't know where the time had gone. As Christian stood up-Leah had gotten up with his help and she smiled at him gently with a slight giggle. "I suppose so." she said, as she watched him trying to lead the way. She shook her head smiling. "Do you even know, where you're going?" Leah smiled, a little teasingly. It was sweet that Christian was trying to lead the way. But if he didn't know where it was, then this would be fun. Nonetheless, she followed him as she switched her phone back on in case her friends were trying to reach her.
As they walked-Leah noticed the text from Stacey which caused her cheeks to turn bright rouge. It seemed like the pair had found their way with Christ's direction. But Leah was stunned by the next, which caused her to bump into Chris...landing on top of him as they fell over to the floor. "Oh...My...I am sorry. I am a bit of a Klu...." she trailed off as she noticed the familiar shoes and clothing which belonged to Stacey. That caused her to blush even more. Dear God...how much of that did she see? What a way to embarrass herself first day in front of her Best Friend. "Please, tell me you just didn't see that." she looked at Stacey with a flustered smile. As if she was hoping she would forget...and she would not get teased about it with Christian. | “Cold Air, Dark Night, Warm Fire, Bright Stars.”
-UnknownT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Leah Anna "Annie" Willoughby
|Nickname|
Lea or Annie. Leah doesn't like the sound of the name 'Leah' so she prefers her name without a H, or being called by her middle name.
|Birth Date|
16th July 1997
|Age|
18 Years Old
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Straight
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Complicated-She has a boyfriend back at home, but they're relationship is unstable and falling apart. She might have a crush on someone at Camp Liberty.
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team BlueA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Leah is of a slim build standing at 5'9ft tall. Lea is rather Athletic, due to swimming, and other physical activities around the Camp/In general. Her deep brown eyes, and light brown hair with occasional blonde highlights accent her lightly tanned skin perfectly. She usually wears her hair up, on occasion leaving it loose and curls depending on what day activities are planned ahead. Leah has always been known as 'the pretty one' in school, among her friends and some people in Team Blue, would still refer to her as being the beauty queen. She has a few birthmarks on the back of her neck, very faint and usually covered up her locks if she her hair loose.
|Clothing Style|
Leah has a variety of tank/tee-shirts packed, she also has a variety of jeans and shorts. A few pair of jumpers in case it gets bit colder. Leah wears sport shoes *has 4 pair packed*, and one pair of flip-flops/sandals.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has a scar on the side of her neck, and on one of her wrists from a camping incident when she was younger. Like any girl, she has her ears pierced and wears a belly button ring. She has a Latin Symbol of her name, tattooed on her left ankle.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Camp Fires
✔ Thriller/Comedy/Romance Movies
✔ Swimming
✔ Hiking
✔ Summer/Autumn
✔ Ice Coffee or Ice-Cream
✔ Reading
✘ Spiders/Mosquitoes
✘ Her team losing challenges
✘ Exams at school
✘ Her parent's messy divorce
✘ Some members from Team Red/Gray
✘ Storms
✘ Rain
|Hobbies|
Dancing
Exploring the wild e.g. caves, woods etc.
Writing in her journal
Martial Arts
Listening to music
|Habits|
She nods whilst humming
Hair flip
Scoffing if she's annoyed with someone
Squinting of eyes
|Fears|
☠ Ending up like her parents
☠ Snakes
☠ Cliff-diving
☠ Natural disasters-tornado, avalanches etc. D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Competitive ♦ Smart ♦ Sensitive ♦ Bit Bitchy at times ♦
Just like most of the Royal Blues; Leah is known to be competitive and strives to help keeping her Team up on top. She just like the rest of the team, hate loosing. Due to her intellect; Leah always tries to think of ideas that will help her Team achieve greatness. Leah almost ended up being Team Captain a few times, but rejected the offer; as she much rather help the Team win, not lead. Her competitive streak can definitely be seen as arrogance/stubbornness at times.
Leah is one of the nice 'people' from Team Blue; do not mistake her team and occasional bitchiness for being a 'mean Queen Bee', because she isn't. Lea, is known to be rather sensitive at times, due to her parent's relationship...even her own troubles/heart-ache has made her withdrawn at times and a bit shyer than she usually is. Especially when it comes to meeting new people. Leah feels more at ease around the people she knows and is friends with. She doesn't open up easily, in fear that someone would hurt her again.
Lea doesn't get angry a lot; but if someone bugs her/or brings out an emotional response she will not hesitate to snap back and be bitchy, but that doesn't happen that often, despite some dislike being certain members of the other Teams.
|Place of Origin|
Leah was born in Surrey, England. But has lived in California since she was 8 years old.
|History|
Being born in England; The Willoughby have a strong and slightly posh English accent. Leah is the youngest of 3 children, her older brothers aged 23 and 20. Her parents are rather rich, posh and intelligent people. Leah spent her early years living in England. When she turned 8, her father got a promotion with his business company and they all moved to California for a bigger and better life. It's been 10 years since and she is loving the high life, the parties. Living in American has always been her dream since she could remember. It gave her more opportunities for adventure and a different life-it wasn't long before she fit in and made lots of friends at school.
Her family went camping for a few years since she was 5 years old; when she turned 11 years old she found out about Camp Liberty and signed up. It's been 7 years since she first went to Camp Liberty and she still loves it there; the scenery, the friend's she made etc. It's like a new home/new family to her in a sense. She always went there to relax and forget the stress of school. But the last year and half has been different for Leah; her parents split up and are going through a rather messy divorce. Her mum moved back to Surrey in England...whilst she lives with her father in California. They don't see eye to eye, like they once used to so she prefers to spend her days with a friend...or at her brother's house.
Even though Leah has a boyfriend in California, her high school sweet-heart so to speak; they have been having troubles. They argue and Leah is broken about his lies, and doesn't know yet that he's cheating on her. They do not speak, the relationship is pretty much over but they hadn't had the 'talk' just yet, with Leah away at Camp Liberty, trying to forget all of her issues and troubles of the year.
Leah just wants to get away; enjoy the Summer and have fun with her friends and camp mates. Who knows...this year at Camp Liberty might just be, what she needs to forget her troubles and move on.
|Extra|
My favorite thing about summer; is eating Fish and Chips by the sea and looking for pretty stones, seashells.
|Theme Song|
The Phoenix-Fall Out Boy
”We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on
Put on your War Paint” |
5,396 | 146 | 52 | 2,351 | 411 | Green Cabin -> Welcome CampfireInteracting with: Stacey Leah & Christian
The sound of a loudspeaker echoed through the camp grounds. Emily woke up with a start. Drats, she had fallen asleep. She hadn't meant to do that. All she wanted was to take a quick break on her bed...Looking out through the cabin windows, the sunlight had all but gone. Night was rolling in now. Double drats. At least she was done with all her unpacking hours ago. Emily got up and sat on her bed, one of the lower bunks that hadn't been occupied yet. It was rather comfy, she thought. The mattress was soft, and the pillow fluffy.
She guessed that her worries of not bringing her own pillow along was unfounded. The next thing she knew, she was asleep. Too tired or too comfy? Perhaps a bit of both. Picking up the crumpled program sheet that she was lying on, she saw that the next item up was the Welcome Campfire.
That would be a great opportunity for her to mix around and get to know some of her fellow campers, after-all she had came here with the intention to meet new people and make new friends. Emily ran to the toilet with the intention of getting a shower to freshen herself up before heading out to the campfire. When she was done, dressed in a fresh set of clothes, a navy green t-shirt with a pair of brown cargo pants. She neatly adjusted her hair, tying it into a simple ponytail before leaving the cabin.
Moving towards the Liberty grounds where the Welcome Campfire would be taking place, she could already delicious aroma of grilled meat in the air. Yum. Emily then saw the orange glow of the fire and was pleased that she had almost arrived at her destination. Getting lost on her first day was not something she wanted to be remembered for at all. That would definitely make for a poor first impression.
As Emily arrived at her destination, she was what appeared to be a obstruction on the path. As she got closer, she realised that it was just a couple lying on the floor, blocking the path. She had no idea what they were doing on the floor but guessed it to be something of the more intimate nature. Steamy already? Alright, why not.
Not wanting to disturb the pair, Emily blurted out "Excuse me" as she deftly navigated herself around the couple before making her way towards the refreshment area, getting herself a deliciously looking hamburger before looking for a place to sit. Glancing around, she saw one of the logs that already had a girl on it, having her way with some chips. Scampering over to the girl, Emily made her way beside her before sitting down on her left. She wasted no time."Hi there! I'm new to Camp Liberty. It's my first night here. This is all rather awesome! I'm Emily." | Emily Johnson
“You can do anything, but not everything.”
-David allenT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Emily Harper Johnson
|Nickname|
'Emmy'
Emily has had the nickname for as long as she can remember. She likes it as it sounds soft, warm and affectionate. She doesn't like just anyone calling her by her nickname though, preferring it only to be used among the company of friends.
|Birth Date|
February 24th, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes. However, she also places hope on finding the 'right' one eventually.
|Relationship Status|
Actively Looking
|Role|
Team Member
|Team Color|
Team GreenA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
A radiant and exuberant individual, Emily stands at 5'5". Posessing a heart-shaped face with a button nose and a set of beautiful almond shaped eyes. Her eyes, which are by far her most striking feature are a gorgeous shade of icy blue and her thin lips, which accentuates her small mouth a healthy pink. Her ivory complexion is fair, with subtle golden undertones. Emily's hair is a shade of honey blonde, straight and extends out to chest level. It can usually be seen in a braided ponytail or worn let down in its natural state. Her cheeks are round and produces a pair of dimples at the edges of her mouth when she smiles, brightening up her visage. Her body is slender and athletic. What Emily lacks in height, she makes up for in her radiant appearance.
|Clothing Style|
Emily can often be seen in tank tops and t-shirts. She prefers earthy colours, like dark green and brown, with the occasional greys. For the lower half of her body, she wears a pair of cargo pants as her preferred attire. For her feet, a pair of sport shoes are usually worn.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Emily does not have any scars or tattoos, but her ears are pierced.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Pranks/Pranking people
✔Keeping people happy
✔Baking
✔Classical Music
✔Cheesy Romance
✔Making Friends/Maintaining Friendships
✔Gymnastics
✔Pizza
✘Arguments
✘Bullying
✘Letting people down
✘Spiders
✘Thunderstorms
✘Fake people
✘Stress
✘Mathematics
|Hobbies|
Gymnastics
Baking
Reading
Listening to Classical Music
|Habits|
Daydreaming
Eye squinting(especially while thinking)
Moving head along to the rhythm of music
|Fears|
☠Snakes & Spiders
☠Dying in general
☠Not finding the 'one'
☠LonelinessD E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Appeaser ♦ Idealistic ♦ Exuberant ♦ Loyal ♦
With an equally radiant personality to match her exuberant appearance, Emily is an energetic and adventurous individual that is also competitive and passioniate for what she loves and believes in. She always seek to strive for her best, and improving what she already knows. Warm and friendly, Emily is very much a people person and generally gets along well with people due to her pleasant disposition. Headstrong and determined, once she sets her mind on something, she will do her best to achieve or complete it. Highly excitable, she tends to get excited over the smallest of things, however she is also highly disciplined and has a great sense of self-control and knows her priorities. As much as she enjoys fooling around, she always puts work first.
She sticks to the unwritten rules that she sets for herself and abides by them at all times. A highly emotional person, her feelings tend to overpower her at times, which may impair and cloud her judgement. She has a rather extensive sense of humour and tends to laugh at most jokes, making a couple of her own along the way. A big fan of pranks and pranking people, she is always on the lookout for more pranks on the internet. Optimistic and idealistic, she is a firm believer of hope and positivity. However, she also does have her moments where she can be rather cynical. More of a follower than a leader, her leadership skills are sorely lacking, but her loyalty is absolute once earned, which makes her a great follower.
When it comes to romance, Emily is by no means an expert in the field. She does more than her fair share of flirting among the guys she interacts with. A sucker for romance, she is a big fan of the whole love and affection thing between a couple and will go all out for the person she loves and considers her other half. Confidence can sometimes be an issue for her as she begin to doubt her competence and abilities. Prone to being stubborn and obstinate, she often insists on doing things her way even though she knows that it may not be the fastest or most efficient way. She always seeks company, and likes it most when not alone.
|Place of Origin|
Born in Sydney, Australia and immigrated to Los Angeles, California when she was eight.
|History|
Born into an influential and affluent family, Emily lived in Piper Point, one of the wealthiest suburbs in Sydney, Australia. Emily enjoyed most of her childhood, especially the parts in Australia. She had plenty of friends at school and was well-liked, and as the only child, she had all the love her parents could give. Her parents were posh and intelligent people.Both her parents were bankers, which brought alot of wealth into the family's income. The one thing they lacked was a child of their own.
Dozens of tries later, Emily was finally concieved. Incredibly supportive of their only child's interest, they fully supported Emily interest in gymnastics by not forcing her to do things she was interested in. Practising gymnastics from a young age, she was selected to be in the school gymnastic team. They were not always present, busy and occupied with work, and she often went to competitions alone. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she had everything she desired, and could want nothing more as she grew up. Toys, friends, hobbies, she had them all. Except for one thing. Her parents gave her as much affection as they could, but seeing as they were usually home late at night, she rarely got to interact with them before bed time.
Shortly after her eighth birthday, her parents recieved a promotion to head the American branch of the bank. They came home early one night which highly surprised the young Emily. Conveying the news to her, her life came tumbling down as they announced that they would be immigrating over to the United States, losing her friends, her position in the school team and plenty others.
The Johnson family moved over to their new permanent residence in Beverly Hills, a mansion overlooking the city of Los Angeles that her parents had managed to secure through the help of their friends in the state. It took a couple of years before Emily really considered herself settled in, here in America. She had a new group of friends and was had only recently joined the school's gymnastics team. Intending of meeting new people and making new friends, Emily signed herself up for Camp Liberty, with the permission of her parents. Hopefully, she would meet someone important to her life here. Hopefully.
|Extra|
Emily usually puts on a fragance that smells like Lilac and Gooseberries. It is not overly strong but is distinct enough to know and recognise. It is generally a scent associated with her. Her favourite thing in Summer is hanging out at the beach with her friends.
|Theme Song|
Break The Fall – Laura Welsh
”You break the fall
It's not easy to trust
I wanna love you
But I'm just too cynical” |
5,397 | 146 | 53 | 968 | 6,713 | Alec Nichols
Location: Pink Team Cabin and then the Welcoming Bonfire.
Interacting With:Emily and Stacey, Leah and Christian.
Well, that was fun, Alec thought to himself as Rashad reminded them all of the bonfire. So Shakespeare was out of the question, and deep down he was exceptionally glad about the fact. However, masquerade was still in the equation, and well, the boy was a bit split on the matter. Masquerades typically ment suits and fancy dresses, along with masks, all things that he was 95% sure that almost no one had packed. Oh well, who cared. The welcoming bonfire was just in a few short hours and that was always something to look forward to.
Filling the few hours in which there was nothing to do, Alexander would visit his team's cabin and get his unpacked, doing the process of settling in. Closet here, bunk there, just the same set up in all of the cabins that had been there for as long as he could remember. Glancing at the time on his phone, he would realize that it was now time for the bonfire. Walking across the camp grounds, Alec would see the couple of people on the ground, and, with a closer look, he would recognize Leah. Oh my. Not able to resist, he would call out to her in a goofy manner. "Get it Leah!" Stupid and boyish he had to admit, but, he had liked to goof around at times. Besides, he only knew Leah through Stacey anyways.
Spotting Stacey on a log by a girl he did not know, Alec would stop for a moment to get himself a bag of chips before walking over and sitting on the log to the right of them. "Stacey," he said with a curt nod, then turned to the blonde haired girl. "Nice to meet you Emily. I'm Alec, the Pink Team's leader. Any idea what team you're on yet?"
Yeah, that was fine. The basics was always a good place to start he supposed. | Sable Arabella Santiago
“The rules were meant to be broken; someone just has to be brave enough to do the breaking. That person just so happens to be me.”
-Sable SantiagoT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Sable Arabella Santiago
|Nickname|
Well, you can't really get one out of Sable, but Bell or Bella is an option. There is no particular reason for liking these nicknames, they are something that her friends gave her when she was little and they carried on with her throughout life.
|Birth Date|
June 27th, 1998.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Cis Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual, though leans more towards the male gender.
|Sexually Active|
Sable admits to having "done the dead" once or twice.
|Relationship Status|
Free as a bird. (Any ideas, PM me.)
|Role|
Member of Team Gray.
|Team Color|
Gray would be the answer.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at five feet, five inches tall, Sable is your average height, per say. Her skin is a natural darkish tan color, due to being hispanic. A current weight of 132 pounds, the girl has long legs. Where as people have extra layers of fat or skin that is simply there, Sable has the slightest amount of muscle to her frame. She has long brown hair that falls to the small of her back that can either be left free falling, or pulled back into a high-set ponytail. Full lips, a bit of a wide pudgy nose as well as cheeky grins and bright brown eyes, Sable is all around your ideal spunky, slightly athletic looking girl. On a side note, due to her infatuation with drawing with charcoal pencils, Sable can be found with her fingertips smudged with black as well as the occasion streak of the charcoal on her clothing or face.
|Clothing Style|
Female muscle t-shirts, spaghetti strap tank-tops of her band merch for tops. Skinny jeans and girl combat boots in the color of black typically top of her outfit, if not her short denim shorts. Flat billed hats turned around backwards is a definite. She typically can be seen in a sleeveless denim jacket as well. You may be lucky enough to catch her in a dress or two, but it's not all that likely.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Sable has her earlobes pierced as well as a scar of about three inches long running vertically on her left side right below the rib cage.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Music- this is rock, mostly. Things like ACDC, Daughtry, Simple Plan, All American Rejects, etc.
✔Drawing- with Charcoal pencils, that is.
✔Skateboarding.
✔Flirtting.
✔Pizza- Peperoni is her favorite.
✔Team Green seems alright.
✔Thunderstorms.
✔The outdoors, especially the stars and hiking.
✔Science.
✘Team blue, the arrogant bastards.
✘People messing with her music. Sable likes her music loud and she likes her playlist the way it is. Mess with it, she'll break you.
✘Cats.
✘Classical music.
✘Math.
✘The color yellow.
|Hobbies|
•Playing the electric guitar.
•Skateboarding
•Her Drawing
|Habits|
•Sable bites her thumbnail when she is in deep concentration. Well, not exactly biting... more like chewing... you'll just have to see if for yourself.
•She tends to dance when there is no music playing out loud to the random song that is stuck in her head.
•Draw on anything and everything.
|Fears|
☠Dying young.
☠Losing the people closest to her.
☠That one random day that could possibly happen and her phone freaks out, suddenly causing her whole playlist to be deleted. Random fear? Yep.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ ADHD ♦ Goofy ♦ Caring ♦ Social ♦
Looking for a kind, random, hyper social little butterfly? Look no further than Sable. With the occasional prank as well as saying some of the weirdest things that you have ever heard, Sable has ADHD, though does not take the medicine for it, ending up in her being full of energy. She also tends to blurt out random quotes in random situations. Caring for people is something that Sable tends to do, perhaps a little to much. If something seems long, she'll help you out. Need someone to talk to, then come and spill your darkest fears to Sable. She may seem goofy and super social -which she is- but she knows how to keep a secret. Oh, and she's a southern belle, so expect a "Bless your heart" thrown you way here and there.
Despite the good, Sable has some bad traits as well. She's overly blunt, saying the first thing that comes to mind. In short, her mouth has no filter, really. Sometimes it seems as if all she can do as flirt, and perhaps ma even do so with you even if she knows that you are not single. It's just who she is. Sable is also overly stubborn. When she makes up her mind about someone or something, it will take something major happening to change her mind. Due to the mix of the good and bad, Sable tends to come off as either rude, flirty, or goofy pretty much all of the time.
|Place of Origin|
Augusta, Georgia, USA.
|History|
Growing up in a family full of 7 children, being the middle child and the only girl, Sable had an interesting childhood. Learning to take up for herself as well as prank at an early age, she ended up being one of the guys from the start, never being afraid to get dirty and roll around in the mud with them. Her father was a hard working man, as well as her mother. School was something that Sable has never, and will never, like. Unless it was Science, that is. Getting into trouble and lunch were her favorite subjects really.
Her whole life was really just a basic twist here and there. Something good would come along, like her parents relationship being good, and then the next day they would have an argument, her mother leaving for weeks at a time. However, the two managed to keep such things under tight wraps, the major arguments happening around Sable and her brothers. None the less, her parents kept their mouths shut as much as possible for the sake of their children. Her teachers did their best to get her involved in their classes and other activities, but Sable had her own agenda with being a sociallite and teching herself the guitar.
Staying up late and waiting until the rest of the family was asleep, Sable would wait up to sneak out onto the roof of her second story window and stare at the stars while drawing and listening to her music in order to clear her head. It wasn't until last year when Sable got suspended from school for a fight that her mother decided it was time for the girl to have a break. Finding Camp Liberty on the internet, Sable was actually here last summer. Apparently the Camp has made some difference in her, as her mother is forcing her to come back this summer.
|Extra|
Pretty sure I covered everything.
|Theme Song|
She's a Reble-Greenday
"She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade"
Alexander Bradley Nichols
“It's better to be hated for what you are than be loved for what you are not.”-André GideT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Alexander Bradley Nichols
|Nickname|
Alec is Alexander's most common nickname, something that he started being called at the age of 5. In his opinion, his whole name is just too fancy, however, Alec makes him sound... well, normal. Brad is another nickname, coming from his middle name. Feel free to call him either.
|Birth Date|
August 13th, 1997
|Age|
18.
|Gender|
Cis Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual.
|Sexually Active|
Yep.
|Relationship Status|
Single as a pringle.
|Role|
Team Pink Leader
|Team Color|
Pink.A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5 feet, 11 inches and weighing in at a total of 160 pounds, Alec has chocolate brown hair that is cut short and slightly swept up in the front. His eyes are a warm caramel color, always seeming inviting. His skin is smooth to the touch and could be considered a light tan color from staying outdoors. His cheekbones are defined, giving his face a angular like shape.
|Clothing Style|
T-shirts that seem to hug in all the right places can be found on Alec's slightly muscular torso as well as the occasional sweater or two. Jeans are his main bottoms, though maybe some cargo shorts here and there. Sneakers or vans for the finish.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Alec has a scar on the right side of his face going from his temple down to his jawbone. Approximately 6 inches long.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Dogs
✔Pranks
✔Arguments over things that he is passionate about.
✔Soccer(Football).
✔Playing in the mud or outside in general.
✔Summer Nights.
✔Harry Potter- the books, that is.
✔Rock Music- Stuff along the lines of Hinder, Creed, Evanescence and Simple Plan. He doesn't listen to it loudly, but loud enough.
✘Winter.
✘School in general. Well, lunch is okay.
✘Stuck up people.
✘Celery.
✘Being judged on his appearance.
✘Romance movies.
✘Being told what to do.
✘Broken Promises
|Hobbies|
•Playing the Drums.
•Writing- Poetry, short stories.
•Swimming.
|Habits|
•Chewing on the eraser end of his pencil or pen.
•Bouncing his leg up and down when bored.
•Biting the inside of his cheek randomly.
|Fears|
☠Losing any bodily limb.
☠Ferris Wheels.
☠Being forgotten.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Kind ♦ Energetic ♦ Dependable ♦ Confident ♦
Alec is a kind person, always helping and looking out for others. He can't simply help it. If you have a problem, he's the one to come to. He is also very dependable, and when he say's he will get it done, he will. Perhaps not at the exact time that he or you would like, but if you ask him to make a cake, and the boy agrees to do so, expect the cake on your doorstep pretty soon. Along with being dependable, he hates broken promises. When he says the words "I promise" he will stick by that promise until the day he dies to make sure that it is fulfilled.
Despite his fellow Pinks, Alec is not one for gossip, though is a loud and rambunctious person. If there is a party or social activity to be found, he will find it and you can be sure to find him there.
A downside, when Alec tells you that he is confident, he's not lying. The boy has a major ego and cares -perhaps to much- what others think of him.
|Place of Origin|
Nashville, Tennessee
|History|
Alexander's past is something that he will never talk about unless it is strictly required or you are very close to him. Born in a small right on the outskirts of Nashville, the boy had a drunk of a father and his mother died during giving birth to him. For this, he never has forgiven himself, considering that he thinks his mother's death is his own fault. Not wanting the child, his father gave Alexander up for adoption.
And then the so called adventure started. At the age of 3, he was placed with a loving family. Raised in the household until the age of 6, Alec found out that he was to be a big brother, his so called adoptive parents pregnant with a little girl. However, what the young, naive, child did not know was that the only reason the family had considered adopting him was they thought they were unable to be pregnant. It was 5 months before the end of his temporary mothers pregnancy that he was sent back to the foster home.
It was not until the age of 10 that he was officially adopted by a family in Nashville, and here he was nothing more than a meal ticket. Taking care of the younger children in the household by making sure that they ate as well as seeing to it that they were clothed, bathed and got their homework done, Alec did not care so much for his schooling. Being a D average student has really gotten him nowhere, though as long as the children were taken care of, he could care less about himself. Despite his home life and poor grades, he does and has had lots of friends at school.
Coming to camp at the age of 13 in order to get away from things, Alec pledged pink just 3 years ago at the age of 15 and became the leader of the team just last year.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The warm nights by the bonfire with the stars shining bright in the sky.
Due to living in Tennessee, he does have a country accent.
|Theme Song|
Tell Me I'm A Wreck – Every Avenue
”When you tell me I'm a wreck
You say that I'm a mess
How could you expect anything less?” |
5,398 | 146 | 54 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Alexandria Novak
Location: Blue Cabin
Interacting With: Richard King -
Sighing heavily as she watched Luca walk away, Alex opened the cabin door before entering and leaning against it to close it. "He is so my Prince Charming," she quietly commented to herself. Quickly being pulled out from her rose colored world by another's presence in the room, the girl spotted Richard laying down on his bed. Seeing the tall boy stir, she realized she might have accidentally closed the door a bit louder than she intended. Whoops. "Hey," she casually greeted the sleepy boy on her way to the bathroom. Her encounter with the wilderness had mused up her hair and clothes and she needed to take care of it immediately.
King flinched slightly at the sound of someone entering the room, and he lazily lifted his arm up to glance about the cabin. He blinked once at Alex, then straightened himself up into a sitting position. His eyes caught her face quickly, and a soft smirk curled across his lips. Looks like Allycat has a crush~ King shifted on the bed slightly, running a hand through his hair as Alex passed by with a single greeting and vanished into the bathroom. Leaning forward slightly, King let out a loud sigh and tapped his chin, a rather cruel thought filling his mind. If his assumptions were correct that Alex had her eyes on Fawn, well, then he had a lovely little toy to waggle in front of his enemy's face. King chuckled quietly to himself, eyes gazing at the bathroom Alex wandered into,
"Heeeey, Allycat?" King's eyebrows furrowed, a devious light glaring in his eyes, "do you, well, have anyone you like?" Sure, he could assume, but it was always safe to confirm his thoughts to be true.
Only having managed to turn on the light, Alex opened the door to the bathroom once again as she heard Richard's question. Her bathroom was lined up so that the mirror reflected him in it just right. Keeping her back to the boy, the girl made eye contact through the mirror, lifting an eyebrow. That was a weird question. Smirking, she internally rolled her eyes, thinking that the blonde was merely flirting with her again like he did so often with, well, just about anyone worth paying a second glance at. "Besides you?" she teased in a flirtatious tone. Pushing some hair behind her shoulder, she glanced at Richard through the mirror once more before asking in a suggestive manner, "Do you ever sometimes just look at us and realize we'd be one hot power couple?"
Richard withheld a disappointed pout, opting to instead lean forward and smirk at her obviously suggestive question. His eyes twirled across the room briefly, finally settling his gaze back on the bathroom door. He pretended to ponder the thought heavily, tapping his chin while his eyebrows furrowed expressively before lifting a finger to the sky and speaking,
"All the time, babe." Before he could continue you on, however, his eyes caught sight of something on the back of Alex's shorts. HIs eyebrows raised curiously, and he gave an awkward cough before asking, quite innocently, "hey, Alleycat, what's on the back of your shorts? Did you sit on chocolate or something?"
Scrunching her nose and making cute faces in the mirror as a response to Richard's affirmation, Alex turned the knob on the water to start wiping off the small beads of sweat on the back of her neck. However, she was halted once the blonde spoke again. Man, Richard is full of weird questions today. What does he mean-- Wait, what?! Foregoing answering her friend in favor of panicking, Alex had never turned that quickly in her life. Paying no mind to the awkward position of craning her neck and hips toward each other, the girl saw what Richard was talking about. There was smears of brown on her right back pocket from the chocolate bar she had stored there. It had probably gotten melted and smushed while she was on her way back to the cabin. And there were a few blades of grass stuck to her bottom; she looked like a cow pasture.
"No!" she cried loudly before letting out an anguished cry. Ugh, why did she have to wear cream shorts today? "Oh my god, what the hell?" Alex freaked as she pulled out the destroyed candy bar, the melting chocolate dirtying her hands as well. Throwing it away, she ran her hands through the water before frantically drying them, grabbing the towel on her way out to retrieve a new pair of pants. "Do you think he saw?" she exasperatedly asked Richard as she picked out a pair of dark jeans this time. "It's bad enough I fell on top of him but now this? That's probably why he doesn't want to sit with me at the campfire tonight!" Running back to the bathroom, the distressed girl cried, "I hate my life!"
Her sudden cries of distress sent King backwards in shock, his head hitting the bed's frame with a loud thud. He took a moment to shove his head into his lap, hands stroking the slowly forming bump on the back of his skull while Alex frantically ran about the room. The pain of his new bruise filled his mind momentarily, his friend's loud cries drowned out by the swirling memories of his home life. Familiar screams filled his mind, blinding him from the panicking nature of Alex, but then the world around him seemed to fill with color again, and the man's voice that consumed him became the light one that belonged to Alexandria. That's right, he wasn't at home, he wasn't being yelled out. He was going to calm down Alex, yeah. He was gonna enjoy his summer if it killed him.
And God knows it might.
King glanced up as Alex began crying about 'him' seeing the stain, laughing curiously as a stray finger scratched at his cheek slowly. She was obviously talking about Fawn, right? Or... Maybe his assumption was wrong. Well, now was a good as time as any to start drilling her with some questions.
"Who saw, Allycat?" He leaned forward on his knees, his hands curling into fists, "who doesn't want to go to the campfire? Want me to beat them up for you?
Oblivious to Richard's internal distress and protective offer, Alex answered with a, "Luca!" before shutting the door again. Pulling the stopper and switching the water to warm, she began unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. Once they were off, she placed them in the filling sink, hoping her shorts weren't permanently ruined. Looking up into the mirror, Alex furrowed her eyebrows. Jesus, she looked worse than she had thought; it was the worst day ever. Changing into her jeans, she took her hairbrush and turned off the water, allowing her shorts to soak. Exiting the restroom, she began brushing her hair as she approached Richard. Heaving loudly, she flopped down onto his bed beside him. "I'm so embarrassed," the brunette whined before putting her brush down on the stand next to the bed and covering her face with her hands. "And don't enjoy this," she let out, muffled.
Luca? Well, that was kind of... Unexpected. Failing to hide his look or disappointment he relaxed his postured and waited quietly as Alex fiddled around in the bathroom. So, she was crushing on Casper's friend? King pondered if he could still use that to his advantage, and when no clever thoughts managed to pop into his head he sighed loudly and flopped back onto the bed. Ah well, he'd find another way to beat Fawn down mentally. Maybe doing some random pranks would ware the kid down quickly. As King continued to formulate plans within his own mind, Alex exited the bathroom with a clean pair of jeans on and flopped down next to him. He instantly squeezed his arm under her back and pulled her into a half-embrace, his eyes still glued to the ceiling blindly. Richard's thoughts faded though as Alex began to whine, and he quickly pulled her into a tight bear hug,
"I'm not gonna let you go until you stop feeling sad!" He threatened playfully, squeezing her as tightly as he could without hurting her.
Being taken by surprise at the sensation of falling, Alex pulled her hands away and came face to face with the handsome blonde. Giving him a genuine smile, it was moments like these that the brunette remembered why she was friends with Richard. Despite the heated arguments that occurred more than they'd like to admit, the two shared a connection of chemistry and understanding. Giggling at the sweetness of his words, she replied with, "Okay, okay! I'm not sad anymore, see?" Batting her eyelashes for good measure, she placed a hand on the boy's face, gently stroking her thumb across his cheek. Thanking him with a quick peck to his cheek, she sat up with a small groan. Yeah, she was not physically fit.
Taking her brush, she headed back to the bathroom, pausing to ask Richard, "Hey, I have to do a few things. Is it cool if I play music or did you want to take a nap and I'd use headphones?"
He hummed peacefully as she stroked his face, and grinned cheerfully as she gave him a peck on the cheek before escaping from his hold. Useful or not, Alex was a good friend. She was someone you could cling to and cuddle without there being any repercussions. He'd never see her as anything but someone to go to for, or help, and that was okay. They were definitely better of as friends. As Alex wandered over back towards the bathroom, she asked him about music, and not feeling very sleepy anymore he shrugged and said,
"I'm not tired, so blast that shit as loud as you can girl!"
Fondly rolling her eyes at the blonde, Alex's mind envisioned a fun idea. "Dude, we should have a party sometime soon. I know you always love yourself a good time and you throw some of the best parties. You always know who to invite," the girl suggested before flashing a full blown, excited smile toward her friend. Raising her eyebrows and nodding her head, she laughed before entering the restroom and closing the door. Twenty minutes later of redoing her makeup and hair, Alex came out from the bathroom with a playlist of the current Top 40 playing on her phone.
Making her way over to Caspy's bed, she opened his luggage and unknowingly smiled at the organized stacks of clothes. Well this would make it easy. There were a few items that were unfolded during her earlier search but she would refold them. Taking half a stack, she moved over to her best friend's closet (which was next to hers, obviously) and began placing the clothes in the dresser, hanging his few packed suits. Internally laughing at the absurdity of wearing suits at a summer camp, Alex felt fondness for Caspy at the thought. He always did love his more dapper clothes. I wonder when he'll hit withdrawal.
Casually talking with Richard as she finished up the task, she put away her best friend's suitcase in a corner neatly like he would have liked before sitting next to the blonde again. Scrolling through her phone as she listened to the boy, she checked her social media which followed a few people she knew and celebrities. "Oh, Ari, I told you you should have chose Mac Miller," she commented as she read about Ariana Grande's comments on her recent breakup with Big Sean.
Flopping backwards and laying on Richard's stretched out stomach, she looked to the side and up at him. "Ugh, I wish I could be like Ari. She's so pretty and cute and can sing. I'm so jealous. Do you think Ariana's pretty?" she asked the boy. Right after he gave his reply, one of the celebrity's songs came on (which wasn't too surprising since Alex's phone was loaded with them), making the brunette sit up. "Dude, we should duet this song together. You want to be Mac Miller?"
"If it's a party you want, it is a party we shall have!" KIng stretched from his position on his bed, laughing brightly at the thought of another camp-time fling. He had thought about throwing one deep in the night, after the bonfire, but it may be a bit too early for that. Maybe another day, when everyone was more comfortable with each other once again and the counselors weren't sprawled around looking for shing-dings to bust. As his mind drifted off with plans of partying and winning, his eyes traveled across Alex's small frame again. She was stood of Casper's bed, staring down at the mess adoringly, and a half-smile cocked at his lips.
perhaps this party could shed some light on a few things too, huh?
King tapped his finger against his thigh as music filled the cabin, his mind whirring silently, and a devious grin splattered against his face. This summer, this last summer of his', was going to be fucking amazing. King could already see his life splaying before him, his dreams and ambitions glaring brightly against the swirling background of his no-longer-adolescent mind. Casper could be defeated easily, Blue Team could win once again, he could hold him close to his body and tell him all his worries. Or... King could fade away in the hustle and bustle of life, falling out of touch with his friends after being sent off to some academy in England. Everything could go so wrong or so right this summer... How scary. He absentmindedly rubbed his upper arm, which was covered by his half-rolled up sweatshirt, and winced as the bruises burned under his touch. He only managed to pull himself from his mind at Alex's question for a duet, and in an instant he brightened again and nodded enthusiastically.
"Sounds like a fucking plan, dude! Let's rock out!" | ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles
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|Name|
Oliver Abana Keller
|Nickname|
Ollie
|Birth Date|
January 21st, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns
|Sexuality|
Asexual Panromantic
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Gray
|Team Color|
Gray★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.
Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.
|Clothing Style|
As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason
|Hobbies|
★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.
|Habits|
★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.
|Fears|
☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦
Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.
Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.
Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.
|Place of Origin|
Portland, Oregon
|History|
Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.
All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.
Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.
Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.
Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.
|Extra|
Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.
A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.
|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member of Team Blue
|Team Color|
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.
King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.
|Clothing Style|
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.
Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.
Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.
|Place of Origin|
Beverley Hills, California
|History|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.
|Extra|
His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!
|Theme Song|
Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be” |
5,399 | 146 | 55 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Location: Purple Cabin -> Bonfire
Interacting With: Alexandria Novak
Saying bye to her best friend, Alex quickly scurried over to the Purple Team's cabinet. She really wanted to sit with Luca at the campfire and the announcement to gather was about to start anytime now. Having a rough idea of what the English boy was like, she figured he was the type to be punctual to any event and if she didn't hurry she would miss him. Also, she made sure she looked extra nice before she left her cabin. He would see her with her clean clothes and perfect makeup and redone hair. She was not going to mess this up this time.
It was probably a smarter idea to have contacted him and arranged to meet rather than blinding guessing but the girl didn't want to come off as too clingy or desperate. She was hoping to play if off as if she had passed by. Arriving at the cabin a few minutes later, Alex walked up the steps before standing on the porch. Fixing her hair the slightest bit, she raised her fist and knocked on the front door.
Moments after, a thud and an audible, "Christ," could be heard from the other side of the door, along with heavy, hurried footsteps. When it swung open, Chase was revealed. With two bobby pins in her mouth and one – along with her fingers – tangled up in her hair, a flannel shirt only half-buttoned up and a varsity jacket thrown over her shoulder precariously, she had no hands to hold the door open once she'd opened it and so resolved to leaning against it.
Chase blinked owlishly.
"Oh – uh," she said rather eloquently, pausing in the attempt to get her hair to stay pinned up. "Hi... Alex?" She couldn't help but be uncertain of the name given that she'd interacted with the girl maybe once in her entire time at camp.
Despite the expectation to be greeted by someone tall, when the door swung open Alex was taken by surprise. The sporty, competitive girl that Alex had seen around a few times was the one who had answered her knock. Oh right, she was in Team Purple. And she was also the... team leader? Noticing the other girl's less-than-put-together appearance, green eyes quickly darted away to the side as she accidentally saw the other's cleavage. Knowing she shouldn't stare in case the taller girl might get upset (Alex had heard some rumors of how aggressive she could get sometimes), her eyes would still dart back to the other a few times before looking away again. She wasn't pretty like the way Alex usually defined the word. She was too tall for a normal girl and was pretty flat in the chest department and her hair wasn't styled nicely. But something about her disgruntled nature and pose leaning against the door made Alex think she looked... nice? She wasn't sure what to describe the thoughts she had.
Being pulled out from her slightly frantic musings, the brunette looked up when the other girl called her name. "Hi..." Alex drew out awkwardly, completely unsure of the other's name. And Caspy had just mentioned her when he was telling her about the leaders meeting too. Unable to hold the eye contact, Alex looked away before nervously scratching her head. "Um, I was wondering if Luca was here," she asked.
Inadvertently channelling her inner dramatist, Chase looked back over her shoulder to the purple cabin, and then back to the girl. "Just me, I think," she said with a wry smile. "I'm not sure whether he's left already or has yet to come here but–" She paused, buttoning up the rest of her shirt and pinning her hair back forecefully so she could hold the door open with her arm as she looked down at Alex. "We can go and find him? I haven't seen him yet, and he's in my team too."
As if just realising something, she added, "It's Chase, by the way."
For a brief moment, Alex felt disappointment wash over her at the girl's negative answer. At the other's suggestion, the shorter girl thought over the proposition. However, before she got a chance to answer, the announcement to gather at the campfire was being broadcasted. Oh well. Maybe she'd get there and he'd be sitting by himself and she could just slip in next to him. Just as the thought of declining came, the other was introducing herself. Starting a little, Alex smiled awkwardly before replying, "I'm Alex." Realizing that Chase already knew this, the embarrassed girl stuttered a few uhs before mumbling a, "Yeah..." and falling silent, flushing hard and avoiding eye contact.
It was weird; usually when Alex made a mistake she would play it off in a jocular manner or be indifferent toward it but around the taller girl, she could consciously feel her heartbeat. She was intimidated; yeah that was it. Chase was a stranger and tall and seemed to be mildly annoyed with everything so it was only natural for Alex to feel like she was walking on eggshells. Despite this halfhearted belief, the girl still brushed a few strands of hair back nervously and suggested, "Well, it doesn't seem like we'll get a chance to look for him. Are you headed to the campfire? If you were did you, uh, maybe want to go with me? I mean I was on my way there anyways... and I have to be there! I think everyone does. But, I mean, only if you want to. So, uh..." It was quite an understatement to say that Alex wasn't the most articulate around Chase.
Chase felt her cheeks flush pink despite herself but reasserted her stiff-backed posture and rolled her shoulders. No straight girls, Chase, we've been over this, she told her subconscious, her primal mind that was sending and receiving conflicting signals. It was hard: Alex was pretty, and the stuttering and all that turning red was definitely confusing.
She probably had a thing for Luca, though, Chase reasoned, which settled her own nerves. She released her lower lip from where she'd caught it between her teeth and managed a charming smile. "Yeah, of course," she said, trying to diffuse the awkwardness with a facade of confidence. "I don't think we've ever talked, which is – um – totally weird, like, for Camp Liberty. So..." Chase took one last look in the cabin to ensure everything was in order before sliding out, letting the door close over behind her as she waited expectantly for Alex to follow.
"You're Team Blue, right?" Chase was sure she'd seen the shorter girl around with that group during team activities. "Rivalry, woo." The last bit was said completely deadpan, save for a smirk.
Being taken by surprise by her own elation at Chase's answer, Alex wasn't even aware that it was the first time she made eye contact with those brown eyes and that she was smiling at the other girl. Catching herself only a few moments later, the smaller camper shifted her gaze away before widening her eyes in exasperation at herself. Stop being a weirdo. She'll think you're from like the gray team or something. As Chase spoke about their lack of interaction, Alex exhaled slowly to calm her nerves... which proved moot when she turned to look at her company once more.
Her heart was constricting and all she could focus on was the way that Chase effortlessly moved. It was stupid; she knew the Purple team leader wasn't moving in slow motion and that the wind wasn't blowing solely to make that fucking varsity jacket move in all the right ways with Chase's steps. The girl was just walking down two steps of stairs for God's sakes! But then she was turning around to face the frozen Alex and it all became so pointless. It didn't matter how many times Alex inhaled and exhaled; Chase was leaving her breathless.
Without knowing the reason why, Alex quickly scurried from the cabin to walk alongside her companion. It didn't seem like Chase thought much of the younger girl next to her; just someone to walk with and that thought unsettled the Blue member for some unknown reason. She brought up conversation so easily while the other couldn't even manage out a simple word without looking like a fucking idiot.
At the question, Alex hesitated in answering, something she had never done before. She knew the type of perception and stigma that was associated with her team color. After all, she was the walking example of what the other teams thought of them. But she didn't want Chase to dislike her without first getting to know her. Managing a well put, "Uh," Alex began to fiddle with the blue bracelet Caspy had given her. Well that probably answered her question. Good going.
But then Chase was making a light joke (at least, Alex thought it was) and the shorter girl's worries disappeared. Smiling lightly and appreciatively up at the team leader, she nodded, trying to gather her thoughts before she stuttered again. "Yeah, the tagline for this camp should be, 'Join high school while you take a break from high school.'" Physically cringing at how dumb that sounded, Alex whispered to herself, "Oh my god, no." Desperately trying to switch the topic, green eyes drifted over to the taller companion before its owner spilled more awkwardness from their mouth. "I, uh, like your clothes."
Chase's hand, which she hadn't even noticed was tapping absently against her shorts, stilled. She bit down on her lip on already tender, chafed skin – ouch. She really had to stop doing that when she was surprised... or having what felt like a mild heart attack, or a stroke, not that she had real, first-hand experience with either of those. Maybe she should have scratched the 'mild' part out. For all Chase had tried to flirt in the past (which was not all that much, really, and only with some sort-of crushes on guys before she realised that she was attracted to them because they looked girlish – see: Malcolm Okada), she hadn't ever been flirted with.
But that definitely sounded like flirting.
As a result, her cheeks turned impossibly red. A nervous laugh bubbled up from somewhere in her chest, a part where anxious, metaphorical butterflies were born at the prospect of meeting a girl who wasn't... completely straight?
"I – um, yours are nice too."
Was that an invitation to look? Not that she hadn't looked – Chase never lied at all, and Alex definitely was pretty with a choice in fashion that seemed similar to her own – but she was always careful not to peer too closely lest someone (everyone) think she had a crush, a very non-heterosexual crush on some poor, unsuspecting girl... It could be just one of those girl things, complimenting clothes, and now Chase was contemplating jumping into the lake and drowning herself because what if she'd totally misinterpreted it?
Chase's smile dimmed but didn't completely disappear, though she did look down to her tell-all rainbow wristband, though it was flanked by other, plainer ones in purple and red. She ran a finger around the inside of it before letting it snap back into position. Just in case. It was a distraction if nothing else, because Chase couldn't think of much else to say. Her tongue was definitely tied.
Alex wasn't a girl of many talents (not that she would ever admit that). However, a few things she could do well were flirting and taking compliments. Yet, in this moment, she was failing terribly. If it were anyone else complimenting her outfit, the girl would have affirmed their words before making a joke about how she was decked out in the newest Pink releases and that the company should just recruit her to be a spokesmodel already. And yet all she got out was a meek, "Thanks."
The two delved back into silence again when the slightest sound of muffled impact caught Alex's attention. Looking over to her side where Chase's hand was retreating from her wrist, green eyes noticed the colorful wristbands. And for the first time in their whole encounter, Alex moved without thinking. Reaching for the decorated wrist, the girl lightly held it still for a moment to look at the three bands before letting go of Chase's arm. "Are you guys in an alliance with the red team or is red like your favorite color?" she asked. "I understand the purple since it's your cabin's color and the rainbow for neutral rivalry though."
"Red because it's the colour of my enemies' blood as it spills from their corpses," Chase said almost instantly, a serious expression on her face as she felt every bit the dork she probably was. Apparently she couldn't make jokes if they weren't completely monotonous. Her own laugh threw her off, so she had to suppress it. There wasn't any real meaning behind the choice of the red band, other than it matched both the laces of her boots and her bright blush. It wasn't as if she could pick blue.
And then, while Chase could arguably be called shy and had been in the past by teachers in school reports (though the term they preferred was 'conscientious'), it hadn't stopped her from being the vice-chairman her school's GSA once she came out of the closet for her last year of high school. So she decided to correct the misinformation, her hopes slowly wilting away as quickly in her chest as soon as they had sprouted. "And, well, the rainbow's not... Actually it's 'cos I'm queer. LGBT and stuff," she offered in a neutral, informative tone, still smiling anxiously.
Not expecting the reply she received, Alex drew back slowly before letting out a small, trailing, "Oh." Well that made things awkward real fast. I guess that makes the rumors true. I mean she said it so seriously so I can't tell. Thankfully there wasn't much of a chance for an awkward silence to follow Chase's response as she informed Alex of something else. Once again, the shorter girl gave the same reaction. Well that made things even more incredibly awkward.
Not giving much of a verbal comment to either reply or Chase's nervous smile, Alex looked away from the other girl, noticing that they were at the edge of the slow gathering for the campfire. Trying to get away from the situation as quickly as possible, Alex said, "Well, I should probably let you go now so you can sit with the people you wanted to. Uh, bye." And with that the shorter girl scurried away, her heart beating fast and hurting. | “ Sometimes, you have to roll a hard six.”
- Commander Adama, Battlestar GalacticaT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chastity Jackson
|Nickname|
"Chase" – Adamantly refuses to use her birth name and hasn't been called that since she was eight. As far as she is concerned, such a ridiculous name isn't her own.
|Birth Date|
February 14th, 1997
|Age|
Eighteen
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Sexually Active|
No
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Team Leader
|Team Color|
PurpleA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chase is very tall at 5'11" but still holding out for that extra inch of height so she can officially join the big leagues. She has an athlete's body – broad shoulders from swimming and otherwise trim muscles from track and her old skateboarding phase. It has been a sticking point for her that she isn't particularly womanly; flat-chested and without any curves whatsoever. The only feminine features she boasts are long eyelashes and big doe eyes.
Her most prominent characteristics are her strawberry-blonde hair and dark brown eyes, though a case could be made for the freckles that only become more obvious when under the sun for hours at a time. Chase tans well, looking like the stereotype of a Californian girl during the summer. Though her hair is long, she keeps it either up in a tight ponytail or in a severe bun hidden beneath her hat.
|Clothing Style|
Chase will likely wear what she has for the past few years at camp: boy's cargo shorts, proper – expensive – running shoes and a purple t-shirt to show her team spirit. Naturally due to the California heat, she has also brought a snapback. Whilst she typically doesn't accessorise, this year she plans on making a statement with a simple rainbow wristband.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Chase has an assortment of scars from her skateboarding days, few of them noticeable without looking for them. Two stand out in particular. Because she wears shorts, the patchwork that is the skin of her left knee is easily visible, coming from a nasty hit and run when she was twelve. The second, one that runs along her jawline and crosses up her chin, is an old wound from a fight three years ago at summer camp.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Swimming for recreation and for competitions.
✔Running – both cross country and track.
✔The great outdoors, nature walks and the countryside.
✔Piano.
✔Her own masculinity.
✔Wild camping and orienteering.
✔Star Trek and other sci-fi shows.
✘Losing competitions.
✘Skateboarding – not now, anyway.
✘Cars and busy roads.
✘Hospitals.
✘Team Blue.
✘Her lacklustre grades.
✘Complete, total darkness.
|Hobbies|
1. Spending most of her time outdoors on hikes and walks and camping trips.
2. Playing the piano – a skill she was pushed into by her mother but ended up enjoying.
3. Swimming. More than anything, because it's the only sport she has wanted to pick up herself.
|Habits|
1. Biting her lip (to excess; to the point where it bleeds);
2. Nervous laughter in situations she is way too uncomfortable with;
3. Accidentally staring at pretty girls.
|Fears|
☠Being lost in complete, total darkness with no way out and no light. Chase is a bit of a control freak.
☠Drowning, or being caught in a fast flowing river.
☠Being hit by a car. Again.
☠Rejection / being alone forever, which ever seems more likely.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Brave ♦ Honest ♦ Stoic ♦ Insecure ♦
Chase is a stereotypical Purple camper. She has nerves of steel, rarely backs down from a dare and is often the first to volunteer for something that might be dangerous or involve defying death, even on a minor scale. Often she can get caught up in the swing of things and become quite mean-spirited, especially to those she feels as a threat in competitions, but there is usually an awkward apology at the end of it. Chase is honest with others and herself. She doesn't allow herself to get big-headed.
Of course, that could be because she has a nasty habit of tearing herself down – though, she supposes, it could be worse: she could be tearing others down instead. Chase is still very much caught up in a cycle of self-hatred, and whilst things are looking up, and she's finally on the way to finding and accepting her identity, there is still that nagging little voice (her mother's) that tells her she needs to do better. Furthermore, Chase has never been one to show emotion. She's not sure she can cry in front of people, or at all, really, and feels guilty just considering it. She keeps things bottled up inside until they become a problem.
|Place of Origin|
Jacksonville, Florida; however, she lives with her father every summer in San Diego.
|History|
Chastity Jackson – but only her mother calls her that – was born into a family that was very much ready to split. Her parents' marriage was one failure after another, and they expected having a child to fix that: thus, they planned to have a son. Fat chance of that. It took only two more years for them to split, her father moving to California and her mother staying in Florida with family.
A precocious kid, she was expected to do well in school, and she did... to a point. She was always a fan of sports, but the factor of grades were pushed to be the difference between success and failure. And boy, did Chase fear failure. Her grandparents ensured she took piano lessons, ballet (which she quit after a week) and all sorts of other activities until she finally settled on swimming, much to their dismay. Her mother remarried, and she barely saw her for another two years. Still, every summer without fail, she flew over to live with her father until the school term started.
At thirteen, she had her accident whilst skating and missed out on three months of school. Almost immediately upon her return, Chase was lost. Her grades slipped from As to Bs (and in some cases, Cs) and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. As a last ditch attempt to try and lift her spirits, she was enrolled in a summer camp the following year.
And what a different it made. During the part of the year that she's not at camp, she's the captain of her school's swim team and a regular at track practice. Since then, Chase has been a recognisable member of Team Purple and fierce competition in everything sporting-related.
|Extra|
One proud owner of a motorcycle, currently stowed away at her Dad's place.
We don't have a summer in Scotland...
|Theme Song|
Talk About You – Mika
”'Cause living like this is risking all that I know
And if it kills me, that's the way I wanna go...”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:”
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's DreamT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Malcolm (Minato) Okada
|Nickname|
"Mal" – it means 'sad' in some languages, and isn't that just, like, the most poetic thing you've ever heard of?
|Birth Date|
1st January, 1999.
|Age|
16
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Member
|Team Color|
Team PinkA P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Asian and of Japanese descent, it is not entirely unexpected that Malcolm is well-below average height at 5'5". He is stick-thin and without an inch of muscle or fat anywhere on him, but still built a bit disproportionately as his most recent growth spurt was only six months ago. Malcolm has soft, effeminate features and sharp black eyes hidden behind large, Gok Wan glasses. He is undeniably attractive and seems to be on track for looking even better in a few years time. His most prominent characteristics are his hands and their long, spidery fingers – "all the better to tweet you with", as he would say.
|Clothing Style|
Malcolm brings a lot of clothes with him, and this year is no exception. It's plain Converse – for enforced physical activities – and boat shoes otherwise. Since wearing waistcoats in the summer's not exactly the best idea, he's only brought one with him. Typically he'll wear shirts with rolled up sleeves or vest tops with his favourite pair of tan chinos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Malcolm's ears are pierced both in the conventional place and an industrial piercing on the upper cartilage. He did have an eyebrow piercing which has since been taken out and scarred over, leaving a neat line to separate his eyebrow in two.G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Acting and taking part in amateur dramatics.
✔ Band – plays the saxophone.
✔ Shakespeare.
✔ Schoolwork, particularly Drama and Mathematics.
✔ Money and wealth.
✔ Attention.
✔ Romance TV serials and movies.
✘ Physical activity of any sort.
✘ Fake gossip.
✘ Less-than-intelligent people.
✘ Spicy food.
✘ Team Blue.
✘ Team and community spirit.
✘ Prejudice.
|Hobbies|
1. Theatre and theatrical productions. He both acts in them and attends them. Especially Shakespeare productions.
2. Blogging and otherwise spending most of his time on the Internet.
3. Music – a pretty damn jazzy saxophone player.
|Habits|
1. Checking phone for updates (even when there's no signal).
2. Zoning out whilst 'listening' to someone.
3. Habitual coughing.
|Fears|
☠ Having an extremely bad asthma attack in public;
☠ Failure on stage and in front of people;
☠ Being alone and friendless.D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Confident ♦ Flirty ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Petty ♦
Malcolm likes to think of himself as the life and soul of the party – sort of. He makes the most jokes (and if people don't get them, well, they're not smart enough); he has the most Facebook friends; and, of course, if he's not the loudest in a group he'll damn well try to be. He's a romantic at heart but romance in his mind has nothing to do with outrageously flirting with friends and almost-friends.
Even so, his jokes often tend on the sarcastic and biting, especially when they're related to other people. Further, Malcolm can nurse a grudge for years and is more than petty when it comes to those who've wronged him in the past. Snubbing is a thing he is very, very good at setting up.
|Place of Origin|
New York City, New York.
|History|
Malcolm is a stereotypical rich kid. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his father a businessman and his mother a model-turned-journalist in her early thirties. Both are extravagant but sensible people, which makes it obvious where Mal gets his flair for the dramatic and expensive tastes from. Attending a private boarding school for most of his time and moping in his room for the summers was how he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until his parents decided enough was enough and suggested that he attend a summer camp.
Reluctantly, Malcolm did so. And hated it. Which was too bad – he was going, and would be forced to go until he was no longer under his parents' roof. Still, as a reward for good behaviour (not that he doesn't get anything he wants bought), he's getting an apartment out of it in the end... And maybe a small bit of him loves the camp.
|Extra|
Asthmatic. Gets a pass if he needs to skip the more strenuous activities.
There's nothing good about summer...
|Theme Song|
Shot At The Night
”Look at my reflection in the mirror,
Underneath the power of the light.
Give me a shot at the night.
Give me a shot at the night.” |
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