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[b][color=0088db]NAME:[/color][/b]
          [i]Elizabeth "Eli" Cassidy[/i]

[b][color=0088db]AGE:[/color][/b]
          [i]17[/i]

[b][color=0088db]LIKES:[/color][/b]
          [i]Rain | Music | Coffee | Running | Anything that gets her blood pumping[/i]

[b][color=0088db]DISLIKES:[/color][/b]
          [i]Sitting still | Sweets | Being underestimated | Being ordered around | Silence[/i]

[b][color=0088db]QUIRK:[/color][/b]
          [i]Eli always carries a ring with her (often placed on a necklace) for good luck. The ring was her brother's class ring.[/i]
          [i]Eli has a number of tattoos around her body, most of which are quotes or lyrics.[/i]
          [i]Eli is a very quick learner.[/i]

[b][color=0088db]BIO/PERSONALITY:[/color][/b]
          [i]Everyone who knew Elizabeth Cassidy would tell you that she is absolutely crazy. Eli is a risk taker verging on the point of being reckless. There isn't a dare or a challenge that Eli has turned her back to. This has often gotten her in trouble before - with authorities and from suffering a few broken bones - but Eli loved the thrill of it. When her peers cheered and cajoled her into doing something, she just knew she had to give them a show.
          Eli isn't sure when her addiction with adrenaline rushes started, but she knew her brother was a big influence in it. He had taken her on his motorcycle for the first time when she was nine and she loved the feeling of the wind against her skin. Even before that, she'd been jumping cliffs with him. Eli savored those memories - screams of both terror and fun as adrenaline pumped in their veins - because that was all she had left. Memories.
          Her brother died when she was fourteen. She supposed she should have learned from him. She should have learned to stop being as reckless as he was, but she couldn't help herself. That had been the only way she saw to honor his memory. And it was destroying her.
          When her friends cornered her and gave her the brochure for Camp Turtle Shell, she laughed in their faces. They said it was to help her - that maybe slowing down would be good for her. Eli didn't listen. She didn't want to get stuck in some camp where nothing happens. She wanted to feel her blood pumping under her skin. She wanted her heart to beat so fast it was close to bursting. Ready to give up, her friends moved to let her escape. It wasn't until her childhood friend piped up, daring her to survive at least three weeks in camp. Eli knew it was a trap - that she was being manipulated - but the smirk on her friend's face irked her.
          That was how she found herself packing her things and heading for Camp Turtle Shell, hating every second of it.[/i]