For: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87898-closed/ic]Camp Liberty[/url]

[hider=Ollie][center][color=7ea7d8]★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆[/color][/center]
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[i]“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”[/i]
-[b][i]Sophocles[/i][/b][/center]
[center][color=7ea7d8]★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆[/color][/center][center][color=808080][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=8493ca]|Name|[/color]
[indent]Oliver Abana Keller[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Nickname|[/color]
[indent]Ollie[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Birth Date|[/color]
[indent]January 21st, 1997[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Age|[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Gender|[/color]
[indent]Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Sexuality|[/color]
[indent]Asexual Homoromantic[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Sexually Active|[/color]
[indent]No[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Relationship Status|[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Role|[/color]
[indent]Member of Team Gray[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Team Color|[/color]
[indent]Gray[/indent][center][color=7ea7d8]★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆[/color][/center][center][color=808080][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=8493ca]|In Depth Appearance|[/color]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Clothing Style|[/color]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|[/color]
[indent]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. [/indent][center][color=7ea7d8]★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆[/color][/center][center][color=808080][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=8493ca]|Likes & Dislikes|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Astronomy
[color=008800]✔[/color]Astrology
[color=008800]✔[/color]Sci-fi anything
[color=008800]✔[/color]Reading (especially manga and comic books)
[color=008800]✔[/color]Dark places and nighttime
[color=008800]✔[/color]Competition 
[color=008800]✔[/color]Conspiracies!
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Summer days
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Fire and heat in general
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Dogs
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Most flying insects, save for fireflies
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Rom-com movies and shows
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Overexerting herself without reason
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[color=8493ca]|Hobbies|[/color]
[indent]★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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Habits|[/color]
[indent]★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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Fears|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color]Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
[color=000000]☠[/color]Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
[color=000000]☠[/color]Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
[color=000000]☠[/color]Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.[/indent][center][color=7ea7d8]★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆[/color][/center][center][color=808080][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=8493ca]|Personality|[/color]
[center][u]♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Place of Origin|[/color]
[indent]Portland, Oregon[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|History|[/color]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=8493ca]|Extra|[/color]
[indent]Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously. 

A small, star-shaped [url=http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5663652776_e522434798.jpg]music box[/url] can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.

[color=8493ca]|Theme Song|[/color]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSooYPG-5Rg]Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson[/url]
[sub]”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”[/sub][/indent][/hider]
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[i]“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”[/i]
-[b][i]Billie Jean King[/i][/b][/center][center][color=0076a3]♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠[/color]
[color=007Aff][h1][u]T H E  B A S I C S [/u][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=9e0b0f]|Name|[/color]
[indent]Richard Shannon King[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Nickname|[/color]
[indent]Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Birth Date|[/color]
[indent]August 23rd, 1997[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Age|[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Gender|[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Sexuality|[/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Sexually Active|[/color]
[indent]Yes[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Relationship Status|[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Role|[/color]
[indent]Member of Team Blue[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Team Color|[/color]
[indent]Blue ba-by![/indent][center][color=0076a3]♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠[/color]
[color=007Aff][h1][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]|In Depth Appearance|[/color]
[indent]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 fiery red 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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Clothing Style|[/color]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|[/color]
[indent]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.[/indent][center][color=0076a3]♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠[/color]
[color=007Aff][h1][u]G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]|Likes & Dislikes|[/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Team spirit!
[color=008800]✔[/color]Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
[color=008800]✔[/color]Competition in all aspects
[color=008800]✔[/color]Partying
[color=008800]✔[/color]Flirting, he's a master of the art
[color=008800]✔[/color]Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
[color=008800]✔[/color]Animals, dogs especially
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Spiders
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Complete darkness
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Losing
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Every team other than his own
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Wishy-washy people
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]His parents[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Hobbies|[/color]
[indent]♞ 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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Habits|[/color]
[indent]♞ 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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Fears|[/color]
[indent][color=000000]☠[/color]Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
[color=000000]☠[/color]All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
[color=000000]☠[/color]His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.[/indent]
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[color=007Aff][h1][u]D E L V I N G  D E E P E R[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]|Personality|[/color]
[center][u]♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Place of Origin|[/color]
[indent]Beverley Hills, California[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|History|[/color]
[indent]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. This 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.[/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Extra|[/color]
[indent]His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze![/indent]

[color=9e0b0f]|Theme Song|[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pNhg-7GvaU]Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms[/url]
[sub]”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”[/sub][/indent]

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