Krista Louise Hale

Kris is an appropriate shortened form of her first name, though she prefers to be known as Krista.

August 10^th

17

Female

Not sure, hasn't thought about it.

Single

Nope, no time to think about it

This is her first year

The first thing people notice about Krista Hale is her bright curly strawberry-blonde hair. It reaches past her chest in messy tangles and depending on the style it's left in it can touch her waist just as easily. Her hair is usually left down but unless she's being active or busy, her hair can be seen up in ponytails or braided buns. If you move past the hair, the next big thing to be noticed - quite literally - is Krista's full, pink lips easily comparable to the models on the runway. Despite not having much money , whatever little income she saved through babysitting or tutoring other children in the neighbourhood is either used up for varying shades of pink and red lipsticks or it goes to the family saving's pot.

If her bright orange locks weren't eye-catching enough, then her body sure as hell is. A petite size of 5'2" (1.6m) and weighing in the lower 100lbs, Krista's body is pear shaped with little muscle or fat. Krista, while too young for a tattoo, has contemplated one for a while though has been quite unsure of the commitment to a permanent mark or the design. Krista's fingers are calloused, and she has a scar on her wrist and elbow after a really bad fall around the age of four. Krista's eyes are a shade between hazel and green - something she's been told that she inherited by her mother but from the lack of pictures around the house, Krista can't verify the claim.

Clothing-wise, Krista remains simple. With little money, she doesn't chase after the expensive brands or the bold colours, instead satisfied with the simpler designs. Most of her clothing consists of oversized sweaters (most being hand-me-downs from siblings and parents), a few skirts, some ripped jeans and some blouses. Krista only owns two pairs of shoes, none of which are heels. Boots and converses are simple, and much more effective for daily use than heels, no?

As mentioned above, make-up is simple. The most Krista owns are various shades of lipstick that she keeps changing on a daily basis. Only rarely does she wear eyeliner or anything dramatic, unless its a special occasion and even then she's not too fussy.

Җ Biting her nails
Җ Pulling out pens out of nowhere
Җ Never eats breakfast
Җ Stays up way too late and complains about it the next day
Җ Drawing a smiling sun on the corner of every sheet she gets for "good luck"

✔ Winning
✔ Reading/writing
✔ Instrumental music to help with studying or relaxing
✔ Spicy food
✔ Chinese takeaways and restaurants that provide her with little fortune cookies
✔ Children and taking care of them
✔ Helping others

✘ Blood/gore
✘ Failure
✘ Being alone
✘ Feeling too hot or cold
✘ Not having enough time during the day to study/do her stuff

ϟ Not being able to help out with her family's financial situation
ϟ Blood - the sight of it s enough to make her pass out or feel nauseous

Mature | Ambitious | Hard-working | Focused

Competitive | Quiet | Impatient | Sore-loser

At first glance, Krista looks like a feisty red-head that is popular and often the head-bitch of the school, however this is the opposite way one can describe Krista as an individual. Instead of the popular one, Krista is a shadow. Despite her bright as fuck hair, no one really knows much about the youngest Hale other than two things:

A) She's the youngest sister of Luka and Christian Hale - two biggest pranksters of Fremont High School.

B) Krista Hale is probably smarter than you.

Krista isn't intelligent, nor is she a natural genius when it comes to education. She simply crams and crams information into her brain until it sticks and refuses to leave. That's the secret behind the Hermione of High School. Krista doesn't have a huge ego either, so no matter how many times she's complimented, she'll simply brush it off as nothing more than hard work and dedication.

Speaking of hard work and dedication, her role model is her father. Krista looks up to him, blinded by his work ethic and would do anything to be like him when she's out in the working world - and what better way than starting now? Her dedication to success and helping her father out with the household finances mean that Krista is highly competitive and refuses to take a loss. One way to get under Krista's skin is to lose something - whether it's a match, or score less than someone in a simple class test.

Krista's ambition as a lawyer, a goal that she's working towards for the benefit of her family, means that Krista doesn't dabble in anything that can lead to teenage drama. That means no relationships, no drugs sex or parties either. Hell, Krista's only had one crush in her life, and that had been Caleb until she realised it was too... odd.

Orleans County, New York

Ever since Krista could remember, it had always been her, her father and her two brothers. Being the youngest of the Hale clan, Krista was often doted on and babied by her mother and (over)protected by her brothers. She was the baby girl of the family, and Krista knew it. Krista's mother left the family, running away to live her life with her younger lover on the sunny beaches of California, barely keeping contact with her living flesh and blood other than the occasional birthday card every two or three years.

Despite that, Krista never felt her mother's absence. Instead, her father overworked to keep the roof over the children's heads to the best of his ability as the janitor of the local high school nearby and worked at a Chinese restaurant during weekends. Even though there was little time for her father to spend with his three children, Mr Hale worked hard and Krista appreciated the dedication of her role model greatly. It's safe to say that Krista ended up growing up at Daddy's Little Princess.

When Krista joined middle school, she met a quiet loner by the name of Jenson (Caleb) in her math class. Sitting together, the two eventually developed a working relationship, eventually becoming good friends and sticking together like glue ever since. Rumours spread that Krista and Caleb were a thing, but as much as Krista liked him she knew that they could be nothing more than siblings for the other. It was because of her friendship with the quiet boy that helped her and her family's financial situation - often chipping in whenever the bills weren't paid on time or helping out with babysitting whenever Mr Hale wasn't able to check on his children.

And it was also because of Caleb that Krista ended up packing her backpack for the summer to stay with him at the camp he always disappeared off to for every summer since the age of thirteen. It's her first year at camp, and since Krista only knows Caleb, it won't be a surprise if Krista sticks to herself for most of the time.

Daniel Hale | 52 | Father
Stefanie Hale Murray | 49 | Mother
Christian Hale | 23 | Older brother
Lukas "Luka" Hale | 21 | Older brother

Already mentioned in Caleb's CS

Elijah Damian Nelson

E, Eli

7/19/99

17

Male

Ehhhhh

Single

Ehhhhhhh

Gray

2

Since about the age of fifteen, Elijah Damian Nelson has never gone past the height of sixty-eight inches. He never complained though because it never really bothered him. From what his mother told him, his father was just three inches taller than him, and she herself is two inches shorter than Eli, so he never really had it in his mind that he would ever become taller than what he is. Besides, with his build being slightly muscular, it would make him look like a pencil if he ever achieved that six feet height. Indeed, being 5'8 and having a slightly muscular build has worked to his advantage. Speaking of his build, his weight has always fluctuated from the high 150s to the low 170s, but something always remained: Elijah never lost the muscle he gained over his teenage life.

Okay, so, when it comes to his actual physical appearance, what all can one say about Elijah? The dude has a pair of the most beautiful, piercing sapphire orbs. Take away how odd his hairline along his forehead falls, and just focus on those blue eyes of his. There is something about them that just eliminate everything bad about him. Those eyes, like a certain cousin of his, are the same: they are the most distinctive feature he has on his entire body. Okay, so maybe he also has a dirty blonde shade of hair, and how it oddly shows one part of his forehead while covering the other, but those blues man. No one could ever deny that his eyes are the most beautiful aspect of his teen, and the way that he uses them to his advantage sometimes.

There isn't a lot of complexities that come with the fashion sense of Elijah. Quite simply, he dresses however he feels. Most of the time, he feels like he doesn't give two shits about anyone's opinions, so he dresses accordingly. Usually, his outfits consist of some kind of beanie on his head, a jacket of some kind, some generic shirt, jeans(a dark color like navy, dark gray, or black), probably some kind of wrist accessory, and boot-like shoes. Pretty much it's what one would expect from a guy like Elijah. He doesn't like fancy wear and refuses to wear bright colors. The brightest color he might wear is general blue, but that's about it. As far as piercings and the like go, he has his ears pierced and a couple of tats he has gotten on a whim, but that's about it. Again, not one for flare, so the earrings he does have aren't flashy. They're probably the basic bitches of the jewelry world.

Eli
♞chuckles when someone seems to be bothered by him; he finds it amusing.
♞leans against buildings almost out of habit
♞often appears to be deep in thought, which he usually is
♞can go minutes without saying anything, often infuriating whomever he happens to be talking to at that moment
♞is a chain smoker
♞has a sailor's tongue
♞believes in karma, fate, destiny, and good luck

✔ Smoking/drinking
✔ Partying
✔ Reading(mainly crime novels and philosophy novels
✔ Sex(it makes him feel good)
✔ Leaning against buildings
✔ Hard Rock and Heavy Metal
✔ Digging for details of someone just by their reactions
✔ Purposely forgetting to say his name when meeting someone for the first time
✔ His mother and stepsister(though he won't admit it to Adielle)
✔ Comic books
✔ Various films and TV series'

✘ Rules
✘ Curfew
✘ Authority
✘ Goody-Twoshoes
✘ Pretentious and/or judgemental people
✘ People who think he's nothing but trouble because of the way he looks/dresses/acts
✘ Anyone who takes advantage of Adielle
✘ Being forced to do something he doesn't want to do
✘ Bright colors
✘Overly-positive people
✘ Anyone who dare mock him, his family, or anyone who gives him and/or Adielle a hard time.

☠ Anything tragically happening to any member of his family, which includes his mother, Carrie, his stepfather Zachary, or his stepsister, Adielle. Sure he doesn't say it out loud, he has a lot of respect for Zach, and loves his stepsister.
☠Endind up alone. This might seem cliche, but Elijah, deep down, doesn't want to end up alone. He doesn't want to find himself without any friends or anyone to forget who he is.
☠ Being like his biological father. He doesn't want to be that kind of man. He doesn't want to be the kind of absuive fuckhead that Gabriel is.
☠Sharks. Man, you have no idea how scary they are.

What a ray of sunshine Eli is(not really). He examplifies what it means to not really give two shits about what is a proper social contract. Usually people make an effort to at least give you their name before saying anything, but Elijah? Nope, he doesn't do anything like that. He'll make comments here and there, but he never actually gives his name right away. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he likes to see how people will react to his way or doing things, or he simply doesn't like to give his name out. Whichever the case, whenever you meet Elijah for the first time, you'll see someone with a rather tough, often antagonistic exterior. He hardly pays any mind to how his words come out, which sometimes gets him looks of, and gets him called insincere plenty of times. It doesn't bother him. He simply doesn't care.

Okay, maybe that was a lie.

Elijah does care, but he's not going to let the world know it. He has shit that has gone down in his life and he doesn't like to talk about it. Because of that, he has built a wall between what people see and what actually is there. What they see is an antisocial prick, but what really lies between the lines of his soul is someone who has many thoughts - often ones of deep insight. He's also loyal, like as loyal as a dog. Treat him well, and he'll give you undying, unwavering loyalty, and will protect you will that he is. Of course, you would have to find some way to get past that rough, often infuriating exterior of his.

Something else that has been much praise about Eli is his natural calm demeanor. Sure, he likes to have his fun with some people, but one thing that he's always been praised about was the fact that he's always calm, tranquil even. Through the years of people purposely trying to pick fights with him, Eli never showed any sign of getting angered one bit. He always treated it as being whatever. Maybe this comes with the earlier mention of him not giving two shits, but good for him that he didn't care what people wanted to do him, or how their feelings got hurt or whatever. This extends to their pride, apparently, because those that tried to pick fights with him seemed to get even angrier by him because he didn't act the way that they expected(AKA mauling them right where they stood).

Born in compton, but moved to Las Vegas because of reasons.

Very much unlike his stepsister, Adielle, Elijah Damian Nelson didn’t have some Richie Rich life story. Originally born in Compton of Los Angeles, California, Eli’s life was as tough as it could get. Though he wasn’t born within the time of the LA riots, he sure had his fair share of horrible moments in his childhood. Starting from how his mother got pregnant with him when she was just eighteen by some older man, like really older. Apparently he was some Italian Mobster of some kind. Apparently those still existed. Whatever. Bottom line was that Elijah Damian Nelson was the product of a one quarter-Italian, just-out-of-high-school, barely-legal adult, and a 30-something, Irish-Italian Mobster who had a thing for young, fresh meat. The bastard’s name? Gabriel DiVale. What a bastard he was. He didn’t even bother to help his mother with finances, but felt like he was entitled to seeing Eli. He really didn’t mind much because it was his father. However, that’s when shit got a bit real.

When he was about ten or so, Elijah’s mother was beaten pretty good. She had a few broken bones and all sorts of cuts on her body. Apparently Gabe hit her pretty good, and struck the fear of God into her. IT got so bad that once word was reached that Gabe was going to be on his way to kill her or whatever, she packed what she and ten-year-old Elijah needed, and went to go live with her parents in Las Vegas. There is where Carrie started a new life for them.

As the years went on, it became obvious that Elijah would fall into the wrong crowds. He began hanging with stoners, drug dealers, hookers, prostitutes, burnouts, and all sorts of bad folk. Once he reached the age of thirteen, he began staying out late, getting into trouble with the police. By the time he was fourteen, Eli had stacked up an admirable rap sheet of petty theft, assault, and robbery. All the while his mother, Carrie, was trying to make end’s meet by working as a Cocktail Waitress at Caeser’s Palace on the Strip. There she met a man that would soon become her husband, Zachary Richard Hart. Through whatever divine intervention, he took a liking to them, and within a year or so, they were to be married, thus taking in Carrie and Elijah to live with him and his daughter, Adielle.. He thought it was whatever. He didn’t care for the guy and had even less interest in his new stepsister(who was only a year younger than him, but had similar extracurrlicular activities outside of school), but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about his mother. Despite how he acted, Eli loved his mother, and his stepfather treated her with respect. Still, that didn’t stop him from continuing what he did. He continued to get into trouble, continued to break the law, and continued to hang out in the bad neighborhoods with few friends he made in their first few years in Las Vegas. There was no signs of him, or his step sister for that matter, of slowing down or stopping.

Sadly, their parents cared what they both did. Eventually, both found out what their kids were up to. Safe to say, they weren’t happy. Zachary and Carrie have had problems with their kids many times before. Each time they would catch wind of them doing not-so-legal activities, they would be punished accordingly. However, as the sneaky teens that they were, they always found ways to get back to their habits of partying and fucking. Each time they would, they would get caught, and again disobey their parents. However, the last time was the final straw, it seemed. Not only did both parents lay down the law, but they took measures to another level. They would start sending them to a camp starting on Adielle’s sixteenth year and Eli’s seventeeth. This camp was called Camp Liberty. Both kids have been going there for two years with the year of 2016 being their second. Obviously the first year didn’t change anything. Well, second time’s the charm.

Family:
Gabriel DiVale | 43 | Leader of the Los Angeles Sicilian Italian Mob Mafia | Elijah’s biological father. He met Caroline when she was just out of high school. He is described as scary, violent, very misogynistic. During his time with Carrie, he beat her daily, and probably would have introduced his son into the life he lived if it wasn’t for Carrie’s bravery to move away from him.
Caroline Nelson Hart | 35 | Former Cocktail Waitress | Elijah’s biological mother, and Adielle’s stepmother. Carrie met her now husband , Zachary Hart, while she was working as a cocktail waitress at Caeser’s Palace. They clicked instantly, and became married within a year of dating. Though Elijah didn’t care for him at the start, he eventually became adjusted to him. He made his mother happy, so he was happy.
Zachary Hart | 49 | Real Estate Mogul | Stepfather to Elijah, Wife to Carrie, and Father to Adielle. Though Elijah didn’t care for him at the start, he eventually became adjusted to him. He made his mother happy, so he was happy.
Adielle Hart | 16 | High School Student and Elijah’s stepsister. What is there to tell about her? She’s his stepsister, they have similar interests, and they look out for each other every now and then.

Make sure you have read the rules.

Adielle Bailey Hart

A, Adi

6/24/00

16

Female

Bi-Sexual

Single as a pringle

Oh yesss

Green

This will be Adi's second year

Not really an amazon, but there isn't anything "average of height" with Adielle Hart. Not like her brother, who is of average height, Adielle has a tall, vertical frame of nearly six feet - well, her actual height is more like seventy inches, but depending on the kind of heels she might be wearing, Adielle could gain 2-3 inches of additional height. As far as her weight and build and all of that, Adielle has a rather slim one. To be quite honest, her build doesn't have much meat on it. Oh sure, she has a good amount of muscle so that it doesn't make it seem like she's anorexic or anything of the like, but she is, again, not a fucking amazon. Her weight has always stayed below 135lbs.

Now this one - oh gods, she's a wild one, isn't she? Adielle, upon first glance, has the most distinctive eyebrows you would ever lay your eyes on. They're thick like a bush and have a dirty blonde shade like that of her own hair(though her hair itself is lighter than those brows man). They are instantly the first thing that anyone will remember about her - well, that and her legs. Apparently they are longer than most would be willing to admit. She has gotten quite the amount of head turns because of them.

Adielle has a thick, long head of hair. It often goes from being pure blonde to being light brown to being somewhere in-between those, but generally, everyone can agree that Adielle Bailey Hard has medium dirty blonde hair. Paired with that, like her brother, she has a pair of two piercing blue eyes. One could mistake them for sapphires as they share the same shade as sapphire blue has. One day someone actually told her that her eyes are like rare gems that sparkle in the moonlight. Safe to say she fucked that person one minute after they told her that.

Her fashion sense is by far the most colorful - albeit over-the-top provocative - that anyone in the world has ever seen. Outfits that range from tye-dye colors, pastels, and just about anything to do with multi-colored outfits. In her wardrobe, Adielle has dresses, pantsuits, jeans, tops of various kinds, shoes of various kinds(high heels, flattops, mid-tops), and just a bunch of shit. She loves her bright colors. That's pretty much all there is to it. About her piercings and shit, there are a lot of them(too many to count each and every last one of them). So, let's just say that Adielle likes her body jewelry. She has pelnty all over her body, even in certain places one shouldn't say in public. But no tattoos. She hasn't gotten the courage to go under the needle yet, but ya know, life goals and shit.

Adielle
♞has, on several occasions, spaced out when talking to someone
♞has the bad habit of having a motormouth, which as defined on Urban Dictionary, is someone who has excessive chatter; never shuts up. Yeah, she does that, and quite often
♞like her brother, has a bit of a potty mouth.
♞acts frantic when someone calls her "crazy". She's not crazy, OKAY!? She may have those crazy eyes, but trust me, she's, more often than not, 30% there. That's good enough, right? RIght? RIGHT!?
♞has no sense of personal space and how many inches must be between two people at all times. What can she say? She's a people person.
♞randomly breaks out into song when she's feeling the groove.

✔ Meeting new people, and getting to know what they're all about
✔ Smiling and being positive and positive people
✔ Trying new things(like sexual positions, orgies, drugs, etc..)
✔ Sex(yeah, she's loose ;D)
✔ Partying with friends and drinking with them
✔ All kinds of music(her fav is EDM and Trance, though)
✔ BRIGHT COLORS
✔ Photography(both taking the pictures and being in the pictures)
✔ Soap Operas and Reality Television(her favorite is Days of Our Lives and feel-good reality shows)
✔ Comic Books
✔ Romance Novels and films
✔Her family <3

✘ Being labelled
✘ Peeps who kill her buzz/buzzkills
✘ Inerventions
✘ Drama(doesn't matter what kind)
✘ Debby-downers
✘ Snitches(anyone ratting her or anyone else to the POPO)
✘ The authority and the rules that come with them
✘ Pesky laws. Stop ruining my good time man.
✘ People who make a big deal about age and how a sixteen-year-old girl going out with a 31-year-old, married man is apparently frowned upon. As if bucko.
✘ Rude asf people
✘ Anyone who tries to start shit with her or Elijah or both.
✘

☠ Losing all sense of her own self/being admitted to a psyche ward at any given moment
☠ Finding herself without her family or any friends(thus why she surrounds herself with as many people as she can possible find)
☠ Darkness(not the "turn off the lights" kind of darkness, but more like the "I'm all alone and I can't find anyone" kind of darkness), because without light, she has no idea where she is going

Oh, say hello to Adielle Bailey Hart, the little ball of sunshine that is sometimes too much to handle. She'll have you wondering about her sanity every single minute you're with her. One minute, she's all smiles, giggles, and high-energy, and the other times she's as rude as someone who takes the last chocolate pudding in the cafeteria. Truly, Adielle is as unpredictable as Mother Nature herself. It's really hard to gauge when she'll switch between happy and sad and crazy. She goes through those mood as if someone is constantly flicking the switch of her brain in which what is socially-acceptable or not.

She enjoys being the center of attention and acting wild. Yes, you heard it here folks! Adielle Hart is one wild cookie. She always reaches out to anyone who seems to be distancing themselves from the party. She's always the one person to say hello first, even offer up her own name as a conversation starter. Oh, she also has no measure of personal space or, again, what's socially-acceptable. Seriously, try telling her about personal space. She will not know what that means because...wait for it! She's a fucking hugger and a toucher and a groper. Oh gods, no one has any idea what they're in for with this bitch. Oh, she also doesn't like rules or authority or anyone telling her she has to be in at a certain time.

Other things to look out for is that Adielle has this little gift to manipulate and persuade people to do something even if they shouldn't. People call that the gift of gab - well, she calls this the Gift of Ad. Oh yeah, she even says that. Oh, did I forget to mention that she's a complete dork? Oh god, yeah she's the goofiest oddball out there. Acting silly should be her middle name because she does it so well.

Alright, let's cut the shit. Aside everything, she's caring and compassionate and all that shit. There's a lot of deep layers that are covered by her abrasive nature. Just give her a chance, and she'll show you she's not entirely crazy. Okay, that's a lie, but hey, at least she's hot, right?

Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada

Adielle was to Zachary Richard Hart, a Las Vegas Real Estate Mogal known for his aggressive take on the Real Estate Market, and Margaret Paula Kenson-Hart, a retired model,(god rest her soul). She is of English, Welsh, German, Northern Irish, and Scottish blood. Adielle has lived in the city which is filled with Sin all her life. She has lived there since the day she was born until the days that she spends at her house with her father and stepmother. She embraces all that Las Vegas has to offer, from it’s rich party scene to the glam that comes with it. She embraces it fully; though, perhaps Adielle embraces it just a tad too much. To her, it would be completely disrespectful to not indulge oneself in the casinos and nightlife of Sin City. Due to that, Adielle, since the prime age of thirteen, has spent many a night in the company of men ten years her senior. By her forteenth year alive on the earth, Adielle was doing drugs, going to nightclubs with her very impressive fake ID, and just enjoying her teen years among some of the greatest people around(in her mind).

Sometime between her just becoming a teenager and enjoying the party scene, Adielle somehow missed over the fact that, just three years after her mother passed, her father, Zachary Hart, remarried to a younger woman by the name of Caroline Nelson. This was probably just a year before Adi turned sixteen( one year before her current age), so she probably didn’t even remember her father dating someone(so many nights drinking and not being home would do that to a person). All she knew that came out of this marriage was Carrie’s teenage son, Elijah. Adielle really doesn’t mind him. They both seem to be cut from the same cloth as they engage in the party scene of Las Vegas, but in different aspects. While Adielle likes to take to the rich, glamorous side of Las Vegas, Eli likes to indulge in the burnouts side. Adielle knows he hangs with some gangbangers and some poor folk. She doesn’t care. As long as he doesn’t rat on her, Adielle doesn’t care what he does.

Sadly, their parents cared what they both did. Eventually, both found out what their kids were up to. Safe to say, they weren’t happy. Zachary and Carrie have had problems with their kids many times before. Each time they would catch wind of them doing not-so-legal activities, they would be punished accordingly. However, as the sneaky teens that they were, they always found ways to get back to their habits of partying and fucking. Each time they would, they would get caught, and again disobey their parents. However, the last time was the final straw, it seemed. Not only did both parents lay down the law, but they took measures to another level. They would start sending them to a camp starting on Adielle’s sixteenth year and Eli’s seventeeth. This camp was called Camp Liberty. Both kids have been going there for two years with the year of 2016 being their second. Obviously the first year didn’t change anything. Well, second time’s the charm.

Zachary Hart | 49 | Real Estate Mogul | Adielle’s father, Carrie’s husband. Zachary spent most of his life working at various Real Estate Firms until he established the Hart’s Homes Firm, where he leads about half of Las Vegas’ Real Estate deals. He has over three hundred employees under his command who all bring in six figures per. Due to that, he is quite wealthy, and well-known within the entire Southwest. He met Carrie about three or so years after Adielle’s mother died, and remarried her a year later, thus combining her family with her son, and their own to move into their home. She adores both Elijah and Carrie.
Paula Kenson-Hart(Deceased) | 43(at the time of her death) | Retired Model, and Adielle’s mother. From Adielle’s memory of what her father told her about how he met her mother, she was a high-end model at the time, and they just met by chance. At the time, he was an upcoming Real Estate agent who was showing her a house, and they hit it off instantly. Apparently sparks flew and it was love at first sight. Adielle misses her mother greatly. She was not only her mother, but her best friend. After her death was when Adielle’s mental state started to decrease, and her partying antics increased. A part of Adielle died when her mother did.
Caroline Nelson-Hart | 35 | Former Cocktail Waitress | Her father’s wife and her stepmother as well as mother to Elijah. Truth be told, Adielle adores her stepmother. She thinks she’s so pretty, and that her father landed himself a looker. She’s also very sweet, but Adielle hasn’t really spent a lot of time with her to really get to know her. She has, however, gotten to know her stepbrother. While a bit too negative for her own tastes, he never steered her wrong. They like to hang out in similar scenes, but just in different areas of Las Vegas.
Elijah Damian Nelson | 17 | High School Student, and Carrie’s son. Adielle has gotten to know her stepbrother a bit. While a bit too negative for her own tastes, he never steered her wrong. They like to hang out in similar scenes, but just in different areas of Las Vegas.

I like to read and make pretty shit in photoshop

Jackson Torvald Drake

>list>✔ Jack or Jax - call him this if you're a friend or acquaintence.
✔ Jackie-boy - only call him this if Jackson is your best bro or you'll regret it
☠ Torvald - under no circumstance are you to address him by this name. Only his mother can use this name and even then he despises her for giving him such a lame middle name.

4/1/2000

16

Male

something, something, something dicks and vaginas

Single

Uhhhhhhh, no..?

RED BITCHES!

3(apparently his guardian thought it would be a good idea for him to have a headstart on going to camp.)

This fucker definitely needs to start working out more because he's looking like those emo fuckheads that have less muscle mass than what it healthy. For his height being just one inch shy of an even six feet, you would this guy would have more muscle than what he's letting everyone to believe, right? Well, wrong. This guy barely has enough to pass as lean. Okay sure, he has a lean body type if only passing for the bare minimum, but that's nothing impressive. When he takes off his shirt, at some parts of his body, you can see his bone. Oh well, at least he's not dead, right? Perhaps, with that skater-like bod, and his neck-length hair of strawberry blonde locks and eyes that seem to be a bluish-green color or something like that.

There's nothing flashy or fancy about what Jackson chooses to dress himself in. He wears a lot of baggy, loose, comfortable clothes. Such items like beanies for his head, hoodies and jackets, various band apparel, cargo pants and shorts, sneakers that are so comfortable you'll shit yourself at how comfortable they are, and always fingerless gloves. Oh, and he likes to wear jewelry because he has quite the amount of piercings. He's got his ears pierced, his nose, and eyebrow. But no tatts. Sorry ladies, but this guy would get in even more trouble if he got himself some gang tattoo or some shit like that. He wants to, though.

Jackson
♞Unfiltered Mouth - Quite self-explanatory, Jackson really doesn't know when to shut up. Not only does he not know when to shut up, but the same applies to what he says. Apparently his brain doesn't counsel with his conscious, which often leads to things that should have been thought about. Then again, he's a "speak first, regret later" kind of guy.
♞Pranks - This little habit comes from the fact that he's an April's Fools child. He lives for pranks. To him, pranking unsuspecting victims is the best part of any hour of his day. Sometimes they are childish like woopy cushions; and sometimes they are quite elaborate like the classic glue-and-feathers/making someone look like a chicken. Oh, what fun he has.
♞Reckless Antics - Mkay, now this is where his idiocy comes into play. He has no problem with risking his life, which means that there is no caution when it comes to what this dumbass is willing to do. Jump off a building with no padding waiting for him? Sure, why not. Sneak into the girl's changing room to sneak a peak? Hell yes. Go streaking in daylight with everyone to see? Of course he will. Seriously, this guy will do anything to further promote the fact that he's an utter and complete
♞Finding new ways to have adventures - Yeeeeeah boy!!! If there's one thing that he lives for, it's the aspect of having adventures during times of fun. This ties in with his habit of doing reckless shit. Nothing excites him more than finding that kind of adventure that he'll have scars, cuts, bruises, or anything of the like from.
♞Eye twitches when angered and/or annoyed - To be quite honest, this could happen in a lot of scenarios since there are a lot of things that anger this fucker. It could be how someone looks down on him, or someone using his middle name to call him. Seriously, he hates that shit, and might just do something unwise if they were to that, such as...
♞Punch first; think later - Yeah, he definitely will punch someone first before even thinking who that someone might be. NOTE! He is not — I repeat NOT — afraid to punch a woman. Again, this is following the whole "act first, think later" thought process. Granted, not a lot of thought goes into given Jackson is suspect to punch a woman, but, ah hell! If he punches them, then they obviously deserved it. If they didn't, then he wouldn't have punched them in the first place, right? Okay, maybe he would have regardless, but it's not good if he thinks of the "what ifs".
♞Unnecessarily high-pitched voice when surprised or shocked - Yup, that's what he does. Let's be more specific here. His voice is high like a little girl's scream. Yeah, it's that kind of high-pitched voice. This occurs when he is just hearing of something that is hard to believe. Usually an exaggerated "whaaaaaaaaaatt!" is what comes out of his mouth in this tone of voice. Of course, other such phrases like "No way!", "You gotta be kiddin' me.", and of course the cliche "you're full of horse shit!". Whatever he says, there's always one thing that remains to be true: he loses all forms of masculinity when his voice gets this high.
♞Farting/belching whenever the need arises - and you can bet your bitch-ass that he enjoys doing it. He doesn't give two shits who is in his range of effect, line of fire, or whatever. He will unleash the bowels of hell from his mouth and ass as if his life depended on it. If he farts, beware! He is not liable for what gaseous smells emit from his anus. And when it comes to belches, there's great pride that comes when he unleashes a loud one.
♞ Shamelessly Quotes Songs at the most random times - Yup you've heard it here ladies and gents! What you're gonna hear from Jackson plenty of times is that he quotes songs. It can be certain lyrics or the song title. Whatever it is, you can bet your bitch-ass that he'll Set Fire to the Rain while you're just Rolling in the Deep.

✔ The Fam - Not only does this include his actual family, but there are a few people at the Camp of Liberty that Jackson considers his second family. They are the people who are either dumbasses like him or share similar ideals that he does. They could be a big nerd like him, or simply enjoy the same kind of music that he does. Whatever the reason, these are the people that he holds above everyone else. Fuck with them, and you'll be sorry. Period.
✔ MMA(Mixed Martial Arts - As someone who has spent most of his childhood getting into fights either willingly or forced into it because of reasons, there was a time where Jackson took on some form of martial arts.It was probably something basic like boxing or karate. Whatever it started at, he has thus gone to try out a few different types of martial arts.Though, he never got past the entry level because apparently he sucks balls at it. Still, he has a fair understanding of it, and loves to watch it.
✔ Extreme Sports(Skateboarding, BMX, pretty much anything that involes risking your life) - Uh-duh, this is pretty much a given. With his interest in risking his life whenever he gets the chance, there's obviously going to be a major interest for Jackson with these kinds of sports. He grew up around these sports. His uncle was quite the skateboarder back in his day, and he has dabbed a bit into skateboarding himself(reasons explained later).
✔ Professional Wrestling - Ah yes, the sport of grown men grabbing each other, and pinning each other down for three seconds. Oh how Jackson loves it. Everything about wrestling gives him this warm, fuzzy feeling inside. It gives him hope that, if someone is bothering you, it's perfectly fine to powerbomb them through a flaming table. Or if that's not your cup of tea, you can always slam them on a bed of thumbtacks. Or even shred their skin with a baseball bat that has the upper-half of it wrapped in barbed wire. Oh yes, what fun there is to have there.
✔ Anime/Manga - Come now, you expected him to be this wild and crazy and NOT to be a nerd? You must be soft in the head, then. This is the shit he lives for, especially the violent ones that have corrupted his brain(or whatever is up there controlling his every one thought). Regardless, if it's violent, he'll be watching it. Oh and tits. Gotta love you some ecchi, right?
✔ Video Games - Similarly to the anime and manga, Jackson loves him some violent video games. If he can shoot someone's head off, carve their face like a fucking turkey, or do anything that involves physical harm, you can bet your ass that he'll be front and center. Oh and he loves skateboarding and wrestling games. The reasons should be plenty obvious.
✔ Punk Music(or anything high-energy and anti-establishment - Oh what fresh hell is this? Someone who likes extreme sports and violences digs the violent, angry brand of music? IMPOSSIBRUU! Or is it? It's not. Trust me when I say this, Jackson is a lover of the fast, loud, heavy, angry genre of music. It's not just limited to the punk genre(or its many sub-genres). To be totally honest, anything that gets his blood pumping will most likely be found on his Ipod. What can Jackson say? He likes it loud and barely understandable! Yay screams and growls and all that good shit!
✔ Parkour - Something else he picked up in his early years of getting into trouble. Like, he had to learn to get away from the troubled neighborhood kids, right? Well, this was his way of doing it. Getting to higher ground quick was always an instinctual thing. Only a few years ago did this knucklehead find out that there was an actual name for running away when shit got tough with the dicks of Opion Way. And not only was there a name, but there was a sport and leagues for it and all that good shit. So yeah, it's something that Jackson is kind of serious about. Yay for being a ninja!
✔ Fighting - Oh wait, this is actually something people dislike, right? Well, that's not the case of Jackson Drake. This guy enjoys it. He loves pushing his limits when it comes to fist-to-fist brawls. Oh and he enjoys hitting things. Yeah, that's the main thing. He loves to hit things. HITHITHIT!
✔ Food and drink that's bad for you - Okay, unrelated to everything above, but when it comes to nourishment, there isn't anything better - at least to Jackson - than food that could someday kill someone. Food and drink that are high in calories, sodium, sugar, and all that good stuff is what he would prefer to put into his body. Pizza? You bet. Soda and energy drinks? Bring them on. Chicken wings, nuggets/strips, and anything involving grease? Oh yeaaaaaaah. He loves all of that shit and would gladly eat it over a fucking salad.
✔ Drugs, Alcohol, and Sex - Okay, so maybe that last one is up in the air, but Jackson isn't one to shy away from having a good time with some booze and a little "good time enhancers". There's always going to be a need for him to booze it up, and put something in his body to elevate how a good of a time he's going to have. The strongest drug he's taken would probably be coke, but that was a one-time-thing. He didn't like how he felt afterwards, so he would only stick to what he knew: weed and caffeine. As for booze - well, he'll have anything that'll give him a good buzz. Sex, on the other hand, is something he enjoys, but not something he does actively like certain people at the camp.

✘ Anyone who dares fuck with "The Fam - There is only one thing to remember about Jackson: he is loyal to a fucking T(among other things). He's also protective, so if you dare fuck with anyone he considers "The Fam", consider yourself the unluckiest person alive. With how angry he can get, Jackson won't hesitate to punch your lights out. It doesn't matter if your a man, woman, or the fucking President of the fucking free world. Your shit gonna get rekt, son.
✘ His middle name - Oh god, why did his mother have to give him such a retarded middle name? It has to be one of the stupidest names to ever give someone ever. It's not cool and it's not something that the ladies like. If anything, it repels them - and that's the last thing that Jackson wants. So, if you happen to call him Torvald, whether unintentional or not, you better hide yo' kids and wife. He's gonna come for yo bitch-ass.
✘ Rules and "The Man" - Fuck "The Man" and his rules. You can hold Jackson down. You won't hold him back. He will rise, and when he does, hell shall reign upon the land!
✘ Complex concepts - Please oh please don't try to impress him with fancy words. It will only infuriate him, and as it is with the Hulk, he only gets angrier. So, please, for the sake of your health and his own well-being, use small, simply words and concepts when talking to Jackson. Or, at the very least, be direct with him. Don't beat around the fucking circle like those in a "jerk circle".
✘ Safe concerns and wearing protective equipment - Jackson never understood why these were "required". Sure, they provide safety in case one falls, but it's going to hurt either way, so might as well get hurt comfortably..right? Jackson thinks so. Maybe that's why he has a hard time with complex ideas and he's more prone to injury than most. Oh well, not like it matter now. #fuckhelmets
✘ Cats - Simple here. He hates cats. #Dogsalltheway
✘ Golf - Wait, this is an actual sport? Who knew? It's nothing exciting. Oooooo, you putted a little ball into a whole, you must be sooooo proud? Whatever man. This is a sport for wimps.
✘ Healthy Food - Ewww, healthy food. Why would people even want to put this in their bodies? It's gross. Like, Jackson doesn't mind fruits and some veggies, but shit man! Who would prefer a salad over a pizza? Technically pizza is a salad because it has fruit, veggies, meat, and dairy in it. Anyone who says otherwise is a dumbass. Anyways, boo healthy food, yay food that could possibly kill you.
✘ Any "wimpy" music - To Jackson, any kind of wimpy music is the kind of music that doesn't have lyrics you can barely understand because of the aggression in the voice of the screamer, or doesn't have blast-drumming or anything that you can mosh to. So, pretty much anything that isn't heavy-as-fuck rock, metal, and the like.

☠ Seriously injuring himself - This should be completely obvious, right? WEll, in case it's not, there's that fear in the back of his mind that has Jackson, right before he's about to do something incredibly idioic when doing his reckless stunts, that tells him that it could possibly go wrong; and that part of him is called his Voice of Reason. Of course, he never listens to it, and does stupid shit regardless. Still, one of these days he knows that he's going to seriously injure himself to the point of potentially never being able to walk again - and it scares the shit out of him, more so than a lot of fiber, and frequent bathroom trips.
☠ Getting himself into some deep shit that he can't get out of - This is tied to both his Unfiltered Mouth as well as his tendency to punch first, and ask questions later. He knows that, one of these days, it'll get him into some situation where he can't punch his way out of, or run like a ninja away from. He knows that, one of these days, someone will come around, and show him exatly what happens to people who run their mouth a little too much. In the words of Ice-T: Talk shit, GET HIT _SHOT!
☠ Solitary Confinement - Here's your cliche "I don't want to be alone" fear - only, it's not exactly that. Sure, no one wants to end up alone. That's probably the most common similarity that every human being on earth — no matter their skin color, size, gender, or whatever — have in common. However, with Jackson, there's so much more involved there. Like, yeah sure he doesn't want to end up alone, but with his track record, there's a possibility of, whenever he ends up in deep shit(AKA Jail or prison), he fears that he won't change, and he'll actually somehow fuck up his situation even more, and get himself into Solitary Confinement. Okay, so what he's really afraid of here is actually the possibility of not having human contact. Yup, that's it. He hates the idea, so he won't think about it. Out of sight, out of mind, or something like that, anyway.
☠ Lions, Tigers, and Bears _ohmy - Is this even needing an explanation? Jackson is deathly afraid of any animal that could kill him in one bite. Bears? Fuck bears. Tigers? Fuck tigers. Lions? Fuck lions too. Seriously, anything that has the potential to kill him with any fucking part of their body, Jackson isn't having any of it, and he won't let them!

Jackson is obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, this guy is quite stupid, unintelligent, and has many qualities that make people doubt if anything goes on in that head of his. All his life he has never had more than one thought at a time — a thought in which wasn't a good one. Despite that, there's a lot of things within Jack that is redeeming. First off, this guy is just a ball of fun. He lives in the moment, never thinking ahead. He's a jokester at heart, so that's something that always seems to bring a smile to his face as well as those around him. Granted, he sometimes takes it a little too far, but you can't fault him for that. Jack was born on April's Fools, so there's bound to be a lot of fun-loving characteristics about him. He also lives for the next great adventure. There's nothing this guy wouldn't do to find the next thrill. He may even risk his life for it because he takes no caution or regard for his own personal safety. Yeah, he's a dumbass like that. Oh well, can't help but love him, right?

Outside his daredevil-like antics, there's also a very short fuse. Due to his middle name being the object of teasing, Jackson has always been very touchy about it, which often results in him losing his cool quite often. Some could blame it on his zodiac sign being Aries or just that he can't take a joke, but it should be safely assumed that this guy definitely has no chill when it comes to little fuckers who want to make fun of his middle name.

No one is really sure if this is a good thing or not, but while there is a lot of empty air in his head, Jackson can be quite pig-headed sometimes. His refusal to admit defeat on any kind of argument, no matter if he's right, wrong, or if it's a draw, is probably the one thing he's adamant about. To him, he has to be right, and he won't back down. This is another reason why he gets into a lot of fights. Perhaps that's why he's so idiotic. Getting into those fights must've unscrewed the part of his brain that gives him intelligent thoughts. Whatever the reason, don't expect to win a simply debate with him. He won't back down easily.

Oh yeah, forgot to say something: he's actually got some kind of kindness underneath all of that dim-witted, foolhardy brashness.He's got a strong sense of loyalty for those around him. He may not be the smartest or even the calmest at times, but at least he'll never let you down. There's nothing this little fucker won't do for those that won his trust. Think of him like a lapdog or something like that. He may be stupid as fuck, but at least his loyalty and love is unlimited. That's something, right? If not, then fuck your cunt ass(his own words).

Rain City, Washington(AKA Seattle)

A lot of things have happened in Jackson's short sixteen years of being alive. His parents were real model citizens not. Both drug-addicted little shits. His father, Vincent Owen Drake loved meth and mother, Aria Delilah Sampson enjoyed heroine. Safe to say neither of them could take care of the little fucker known as Jackson Torvald Drake, so he went into some kind of foster care bullshit nonsense. Okay, he actually went to go live with his uncle and auntie and his three cousins. That's close enough, right? Well, at least they didn't beat him or rape him or make him work in prostitution. Yeah, definitely an upside, for sure.

Let's see, his uncle and auntie are named Leonidas Drake(yeah, real badass name there) and Riley Ward-Drake. Both within their late thirties. Their twins- Deiter is 15, and Debbie 14. They seem to be pretty damn chill. Neither of them mind the fact that Jackson came into their home pretty late in the game at the age of ten, and they all warmed up to him, so no harm no foul, right? Well, that's what he likes to believe.

Okay, now about where he's from and that shit. Seattle is the name of the city he was born and raised. Most of his family - extended and all - live either in Seattle or Spokane. Regardless, it's safe to say that the Drake clan lives in Washington. Long live Washington, bitches!

Alright, now to the reason why he would have to go to camp. Ya see, Jackson kept on getting into fight after fight after fight. It got to the point where, for his own good, his uncle and auntie decided it would be good for him to see the country. He was excited for it, but little did Jackson know that he was only going to some camp in California. That was a ripoff if there ever was one. Whatever, at least he got to see other people like him in a contained environment. Whoa, that sounds like a concentration camp. Yikes, why didn't Jackson think of it like that? Oh well. At least he made friends in his first year. And he had one hell of an adventure there. He liked it so much that he went back another year, and the year of 2016 would be his third one.

So, at least his family would get a breather from his antics. That's something, right?

Family:
☠ Vincent Owen Drake | Father | 39 | Former Lawyer, current druggie
"Listen here, Vincent, you may have donated your seed to help give birth to me, but there is no way in fucking hell that I will ever consider you my father. Like dude, seriously? You would much rather use your paycheck for your next fix rather than feed your five-year-old son? If that's what you call priorities, then it's no wonder you got disbarred. Get the fuck out of here with that bull shit."
☠ Aria Delilah Sampson-Drake | Mother | 37 | Former stripper, current druggie
"Oh mom, I love you to death, but you need some serious help. Not only are you still with that fucktard of a father I have, but you're probably still shooting up, aren't you? Please, for the all that is holy, GET SOME HELP!"
✔ Leonidas Tobias Drake | Uncle | 38 | Cars Salesman
"Oh Uncle Leo, I love you to death man. You might be a little strict and tough, but I love you man. You took me in where all the other relatives wouldn't. You're pretty ace in my book. Oh and you play a mean game of Call of Duty, too. Not many guys your age can say that, now can they?"
✔ Riley Ward-Drake | Aunt | 34 | Housewife
"Auntie Riley, you know I love you, right? Everything about you is the greatest. You're sweet, firm, and allow me to do my thing without it letting get out of control. Oh, did I forget to menton that I love you? I looooooooove you Auntie Riley."
✔ Deiter Drake | Cousin | 15 | High School Student
"Dude, I can't believe you're fifteen! You look like a ten yearold. Oh no, even worse. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE TWELVE! Still, you're pretty cool. I enjoy hanging out with you. And at least you're not a tattle tale like your twin."
✔ Debbie Ward | Cousin | 15| High School Student
"Geez, okay, I'm only kidding. I love you, Debb! I know you only want what's best for me. Sometimes that involves you having to tell on me. It's cool. I don't hold no grudges. You be good now, ya hear?"
Jackson has a skateboard he always has with him. He's never without it, even when he goes to camp.

See Eli and ADielle for answer

Theodore Landen Simmons

Theodore usually goes by Ted or Theo among people who know him. His family preferring the latter.

October 8th

Seventeen

Male

Heterosexual

Taken

Yes

Purple team

First-timer

Ted is a kind hearted guy and one could immediately tell just by looking into his eyes that he has no bad intentions. He's polite, well-mannered and carries himself casually, not too distracting but confident enough to not remain unseen. He has dark brown eyes which tilt slightly to the sides which, accompanied by his arched eyebrows, give him a benevolent appearance. He has a slightly long and pointy nose which somehow gets overshadowed and lost among his other facial features. He personally dislikes the shape of his nose although he never really emphasizes his distaste as he has never really had any problems with the girls because of it. His oval-shaped head fits his slim and moderately tall physique making him an eye candy for the ladies. His smile brings out a single dimple on his left cheek. Ted's medium length hair tends to be combed or simply brushed aside with his left hand which he does a lot unconsciously. He stands at 5'10 and weighs around 155 pounds and has an athletic anatomy due to his interests in sport.

As far as clothes go, he keeps it very simple but sleek - he can be seen wearing plain v-neck long sleeves, very often black in color or a contrast of unbottoned shirts with T-shirts underneath, regular black vans with white laces or red classic converse shoes and a pair of cream colored cargo shorts which he prefers over ripped ultramarine-colored jeans on a hot day. Of accessories, he wears a small braided necklace and a small rubber band with a small steel design on the front - a gift from his girlfriend.

Theodore is an undemanding and mellow kinda guy that's usually interesting to hang out with. He doesn't worry too much with minor things in life though he often ponders about the bigger picture which brings him discomfort and slight anxiety that he keeps bottled in. In a group of people he will not be in the centre of attention but he will be noticed as he often contributes to a conversation with an appropriate response. His oratorial skill-set includes being witty, ironic, rarely sarcastic but also direct when the tone of the conversation is a little more serious. He will give the best advise in any situation because he can look at things from an objective stand point. If you're ever in doubt and need reassurance Ted is your kinda guy.
He's modest, but not shy. He will never boast about his accomplishments but you will not get the impression of an insecure wretch either. If a person were to compliment him he will take it with pleasure.

Every day he has some alone time whether he goes for a walk, takes out his guitar and sings outside or plays video games. Every now and then, however, he can also be seen just lying around on the grass seemingly enjoying a beautiful summer day either taking a nap or reflecting upon life. He's not two-faced and acts the same around everyone, even people who annoy him. He's not the type of guy that will snap at them but instead will tolerate their presence and in general try to avoid them when possible. He's too nice to tell them off or have a fight with someone who's begging for it. Instead, he will keep silent, hear them out and walk away when an opportunity arrives. Conflicts are not his forte and he likes it that way. Drama, however, seems to follow him due to him revealing things about other people that were said to him in confidence. And he doesn't even do it on purpose. He's had a few issues with his girlfriend Kylie over it but she always ends up forgiving him due to his virtues. And puppy dog eyes.

Los Angeles, California

Ted grew up in LA in a family of four - a well-standing middle-class white family living in Palms, LA. His mother Helen is a psychologist with a private practice while dad, Thomas, is a civil engineer who owns a small construction firm. He also has a three years older brother Matthew who currently studies econ in New York. They grew up and lived in the same house ever since Matt was born so Ted had a pretty stable childhood growing up in a safe neighborhood with a lot of young folk nearby. His best friend Dean lives three houses down the street. The two of them would usually hang out in the street playing soccer or riding bicycles. As they grew older eventually they started coming over to each others house without even announcing it and so Dean became almost a regular at the Simmons residence. They've been best friends through Elementary and High school and perfectly complemented eachothers shortcomings. And while Ted was laid back and nice to everyone, Dean was hyperactive and couldn't stay out of trouble. Each time he would do something stupid it was Ted that would get him out usually because everyone trusted him and his good nature. He vouched for Dean's mischiefs and Dean in return would get the girls. It was thanks to Dean's wingmanship that Kylie and Ted met. Before her Ted didn't really have luck with the ladies. His welcoming attitude would usually lead to him being friendzoned by most girls but since he was looking for a girl only to please Dean's appetites it never bothered him much that he got rejected.

Him and Dean would go hiking along the coast, make small adventures around the town acting as tourists and making the best of summer. They went on a summer camp twice in early years of High School and both times got ejected due to Dean's misbehaviour. Ted didn't mind it. He got used to being kicked out of places because of his friend. He saw it as something normal, in fact, and no adventure with Dean could ever go without some interesting annecdote. After he met Kylie when he was 16 and Dean finally got his driver's liscence the three would go on roadtrips during summer and enjoy the nature. Occasionally Dean would bring a girl of his own though never with strings attached. However, this time around, Dean has gotten a job at his dad's firm and Kylie decided to visit her grandparents for the summer all the way in South Carolina which left Ted alone for the holidays. So, instead of staying behind, he decided to make his first endeavor on his own to a whole new summer camp and see how things go from there.

He's been with Kylie for over a year now and for most of the time their relationship has been going smoothly. He's been especially affectionate towards her, a true gentleman and she would repay him likewise. However, every now and then some drama would pop up because of his big mouth. Besides that, their relationship is one of those cute ones every girl dreams off and every decent guy secretly desires. They spend entire days just hanging out together. It's become such a habbit that it's difficult to stay apart for too long without at least giving each other a phone call. They go to the beach, go hiking, play video games, listen to music while lying on the bed talking, go to parties, road trips, and last but not least - Netflix and chill.
Kylie's a perfect fit for him but he gets annoyed over her excessive use of social media including their shared Instagram account which she manages and they even gathered several thousand followers in the course of one year of their relationship. Ted doesn't really think of it as much but he does it for her sake. She likes the attention but doesn't go overboard searching for online fame. Now that the two will be apart for several months their relationship will be put to a test to see just how much is one year of dating worth to a teenager.

Scout Shawna Keller

Kells if people really want to give her a nickname, but she usually just goes by Scout.

March 21st, 2000

16

Female

Asexual Biromantic

Single

No

Purple

First year!

Scout is a smudge in a crowd, a short, cloudy-haired smudge. A dash of color in a monochrome painting. A bright red thread on an otherwise snow white wedding dress. She stands out, and yet she doesn't. Being only 5'2" and finding comfort in silence, most wouldn't point her out in a crowd. Hell, most probably wouldn't even see her. But when she's alone, paints walls or reading out loud to herself or skipping through empty halls she is the most brilliant thing around. Curly, dark hair falls messily in front of a calm face, hiding her painfully apathetic expression. Dark eyes glare out at shoulders or faces or heads, lips curls at obviously mundane jokes, and still she is somehow pretty. Somehow pleasant to look at, even if show scowls half the time.

Layers of pastel shades and skinny jeans do nothing to hide her frailty. Her arms and legs are thin, not from undernourishment but from a simple disinterest in staying fit and strong. Her outfits vary with the seasons, though in the California heat she relies on muscle tees and sports bras and hideously ripped jeans to stay cool. If she had to pick nay word to describe her closet, it would be grunge. Because, literally, everything looks like it's dipped in tar and torn up with a pair of rusty ass scissors.

☄ Staring. Staring.... Staring. Scout is observant but in the most indiscreet way possible. If you find she isn't staring at you then something must be wrong.
☄ Cracking her neck. A nasty habit spurred from her never ending back and neck pains.
☄ Curling her hair around her fingers. She jokes she can make a cat's-cradle sometimes, and then other times she accidentally pulls a few strands out and pouts.
☄ Humming oddly nostalgic but nameless songs.
☄ Spacing out. This is also what people assume her staring-state to be. She focuses in on one particular item and then day dreams, and she's been doing this since middle school.

✔ Cloudy weather, cold weather, winter time in general. She loves the calming aesthetic of snow.
✔ Pastel colors, pinks and purples especially. This fact comes to light in her everyday outfits.
✔ Graffiti, both viewing AND creating. She's a bit of a menace back home.
✔ People watching, because humans are just so amusing when caught off guard!
✔ Money... What? Who doesn't like money?
✔ Birds and bird watching. She think they're oddly fascinating and kind of stupid. Perfect combo.
✔ Reading, and writing. She can often be found scribbling in random paper backs, pointing out plot holes and mistakes.

✘ Police officers, teachers, parents... Authority, or being kept in confinement. She hates those who restrict freedom over everything else.
✘ Cats. One of them nicked her on the leg as a kid and she's had a phobia ever since. Even imitation cat meows and hisses gets her a bit anxious.
✘ Being ignored. Simple as that, listen to her dammit!
✘ Not being able to speak her mind. Scout doesn't speak often, but when she does she wants to be heard and responded to.
✘ Country music. For some reason she has a burning hatred for all forms of songs about tractors and blonde farm girls and the devil's fiddle or whatever.
✘ Flirty people. Seriously, step the fuck off.
✘ Eccentric and/or overly excited people. While she doesn't hate them per say they do tire her out faster than others.

☠ Being left behind or forgotten. Being thrown away and left to rot with no one to lean on. It's quite awful to be so lonesome.
☠ Cats, mostly because of a childhood accident. She still has the scar on her leg!
☠ Darkness. She still sleeps with a nightlight (shhhh).

☄ Observant
☄ Analytical
☄ Polite
☄ Loyal

☄ Selfish
☄ Secretive
☄ Apathetic
☄ Distant

Scout, in general, is a laid-back, calm person. The is the only way one could describe. Like water off a duck's back, she takes life slow and doesn't let much phase her in terms of aggressive words or actions. Sure, she's a bit weird, what with her intent eyes and dreamy walk, and sure she may deserve a few harsh words now and then for her selfish habits, but Scout takes all these cruel things about herself and uses it as fuel to continue living.

Because for some reason, she thinks about dying a lot.

She takes life slowly, appreciating each moment she can, all while watching the busy people around her scurry around hopelessly. Scout often finds herself unable to relate to others, and as such she has trouble truly connecting with others and making friends. Those few friends she does have, though, are extremely cherished and held close. Scout loves people, maybe even to a fault, and tries her best to make and keep friends whenever she can (IF she can). To her loved ones she is loyal and protective, often throwing herself in the way of danger if it were to protect someone she really cares about. Scout's overall cynicism and general outward appearance seem to end up chasing most friends away, however, and due to this she is currently trying to better herself.

Scout is quite selfish, despite her best efforts. She is frugal when it comes to money and hideously self centered when things get rough,e specially when she's with strangers. Her distant persona can often times come off as cold, and because of this she doesn't attract many pleasant faces. The only time Scout looks truly happy is when she's painting a wall, running from the neighbor's dogs, or swiping another bit of cash from a poor passerby's pocket. When she feels adrenaline, pumped up, alive, she is free to laugh and smile like any other giddy teen. And that enough is fine for her.

Beyond all that, Scout is well in tune with her street smarts and is quite analytical on the "battle field". She relies on her brains rather then her brawns, but in the end without a solid team she is just another mind spilling words that don't matter.

Bisbee, Arizona

Arizona is not all it's worked up to be in those damned indie movies.... If it's ever even mentioned actually. Who the hell talks about Arizona? No one!

Scout loathes Bisbee, loathes her poor house and poor neighborhood. Her parents are hard-working and ever so loving, but them being out of the house all the time drives the poor girl insane. Her minimal friends at school also leaves her feeling rather lonesome, so much so that she had begun to pout at home while her parents hastily cooked her dinner and packed her meager lunch for the next day.

On one of the very nights, however, int he middle of summer, Scout's mother Nicki started talking about some summer camp one of her co-worker's was bragging about. A sleep away camp down in California, full of activities and friendly kids from all over the states. Scout didn't buy it at first. She jokingly called it a 'waster of money' and then returned to sulking in front of her laptop, waiting for another mouthful of rise to finish cooking.

And then, a few weeks later, she saw an ad for it hanging against a light pole. Camp Liberty. The name stuck for some reason, and after some extensive research and a few chats with some rich white kids who she often partied with on the side of high ways or under bridges she told her mother she wanted to go next year. And that was that.

Scout Keller was Camp Liberty bound.

drawing~~~~ working on my webcomic idea~~~~ IDK YA KNOW???

Guy Lee.
_{Ich bin Guy Lee. Je suis Guy Lee. 俺の名前はガイ・リーです。 내 이름은 가이 리입니다.}

None. Keiner. Aucun. なし。 없음.
_{"What did you call me? Ah! That's so cute, call me it again! Ah, so cuuute~" - Guy, probably}

24 December, 1998.

Eighteen. Achtzehn. Dix-huit. 十八。십팔.

Male. Männlich. Mâle. 男性。남성.

Pansexual
_{"No I am not attracted to pans. But I will admit, pans can get pretty hot!" *Badum-tss* - Guy, most likely}

Single ^{und bereit zu mischen.}

Yeah. Ja. Oui. はい。 예.

Purple! Lila! Violet! 紫の！보라색!

Two years! Zwei Jahre! Deux ans! 二年！이년!

Guy has the type of face that, the more you stare at it, the more attractive he becomes. He’s of Korean descent (with a tad bit of Taiwanese in there as well). His skin is tanner than most and he is quite proud of it – he hates when his skin comes off as pale in pictures and videos as he prefers the natural tan he was born with (and has added more color to with the help of the Nevada sun). When it comes to his face, he has a nice jaw – not too soft, not too hard – and smooth cheek bones. His face is untouched by acne (or, at least, hasn’t been touched by the hands of hormones since his seventeenth birthday _{we don’t talk about how he breaks out when he is really stressed about school}). Guy’s nose is small and flat – nothing completely remarkable or unique. And he has dark eyes that are not completely black, but are more than the darkest of browns. Guy is guilty of applying guyliner, but fuck gender roles – he’ll do what he wants! When he was a child, his ears used to be so huge that he looked like Dumbo; he has grown into them a little bit. His ears are still a little bit big for his head, but he uses silver hoop earrings to distract from the size. The most striking feature on the canvas that is Guy’s face is his mouth. They possess a peculiar round figure and the upper is thicker than the lower; whenever he smiles, his mouth seems to form a rather odd shape that can only be described as a boxy grin – it’s weirdly charming and endearing.

There is no point in describing Guy’s hair – he has a tendency to change the color every week. It is originally a brown, not dark or light, and he sometimes recolors his hair as a sort of throwback tribute. He usually keeps his hair styled in a way that covers his forehead and eyebrows with nicely cut bangs. Hair maintenance is rather important to him because he dyes it so much and it should come as no surprise that he owns a rather expensive hair kit as well as the best of the best shampoo and conditioner. Guy has a masculine, deep baritone voice that tends to take people by shock. There are times when his voice pitches upwards when surprised or in pain, but his voice tends to show the wide range of his emotions and is rather raw with feeling. Guy smells like his coconut shampoo and conditioner, but there is a small hint of oolong tea and sharpies that clings to his clothes.

When it comes to fashion, Guy doesn’t like keeping himself defined to one style. He likes to mix it up every now and then – and his guilty pleasure is dressing up as high school stereotypes. There are weeks where he will be dressed like a rich son that belongs on a golf course, and other times like a jock that belongs in High School Musical. However, his favorite outfits tend to gravitate more towards an indie and punk looks. He alternates between John Lennon glasses and brown jackets to leather jackets and black skinny jeans. However, if he doesn’t plan to go anywhere, he enjoys chilling in plain t-shirts of various colors and regular jeans and a snapback.

👾 Picks apart his food before eating it
👾 Takes pictures of all the stray cats he comes across and puts it in a scrapbook at home
👾 Hunts for proof of existence of ghosts and aliens
👾 His face tends to adopt a blank appearance when thinking really hard about something
👾 Hates wearing sneakers into bathrooms (even public ones) so he carries around an extra pair of slippers
👾 When people stare at him, Guy enjoys making weird faces at them - he refuses to take a picture where he is smiling and will 👾 Always has a sucker in his mouth
👾 Touches his lips when flirting
👾 Licks his lips when satisfied or impressed with himself
👾 Absent-mindedly color coding random things while preoccupied without realizing he is doing so

👍 Jess (because they are Bros For Life™)
👍 The Smell of Sharpies and Oolong Tea
👍 Horror Movies and Magic School Bus
👍 Bill Nye the Science Guy (BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!)
👍 Stacking Salt and Pepper Shakers (_{also licking salt})
👍 Lollipops (he likes the mysterious surprise dummies the most)
👍 Funnel Cake
👍 Languages (He enjoys learning German, French, and Japanese)
👍 Science (particularly chemistry but he won't say no to a little bit of physics)

👎 The scraping of knives against plates
👎 Sticking his feet out from under the covers
👎 A stack of papers not properly stacked
👎 Public Bathrooms
👎 Anything dystopian, especially movies (he has faith in humanity!)
👎 The smell of cookies (it makes him hungry)
👎 Cheese (its so gross)
👎 History (he can't remember names very well, so sue him!)

❌ Vomiting: it doesn't feel good.
❌ Fire: primal instinct, duh. who does like fire? so what if Guy is scared of even candles fire is fucking dangerous okay?
❌ Doctors: doctors are shady okay? they have all those drugs and they don't abuse it a little bit? ha! doubt it.
❌ Dolls: ever since his little sister inherited that old as fuck China doll from his great-great-grandmother, Guy has refused to sleep without his door locked _{he swears it watches him}
❌❌❌ Tokophobia: everyone has their irrational fears, Guy's just seems to be a little unorthodox; he's terrified of being pregnant and giving birth _{shh, doesn't matter if it's impossible it still shows up in his nightmares}

❤️ Genuine
❤️ Playful & Lighthearted
❤️ Confident
❤️ Friendly (perhaps overly so)

💔 Impulsive
💔 Naive
💔 Impressionable
💔 Obnoxious

“Guy Lee is weird.”

Such a simple statement to describe such a complex person.

Guy Lee is not weird, he is a person of paradoxes and a purity that confuses others. Guy acts as if he’s never seen the cruelty of the world; has never seen the point of a knife or the dip of a bullet hole, has never witnessed the sensuality between a couple that’s not a couple, has never had his back raked with the violent ends of gossip and lies. Guy Lee is a defender of humanity – not in the fantastical sense, but in the literal argumentative sense. While most others enjoy hiding their emotions under layers of misplaced cynicism and tiring sarcasm, Guy prefers to decorate his sleeves with the red of his heart. A hurtful lie has never slipped from his tongue, a pessimistic backlashing has never felt the softness of his lips, and deceit has never clawed its way from his throat. Guy Lee is a human being and lives his life honestly and carefree; in such a way, Guy is genuine. He never lies, and if he does, he does so to protect the feelings of others and the genuineness of his kindness makes up for the small white lie.

Perhaps it’s because of such genuine nature that most are not surprised by his gullible and naïve being. As someone who trusts the capacity of kindness of human beings, Guy never expects others to have ill will towards him and never questions others’ intentions. Polite words spoken to him with the malice of a viper float over his head like beautiful clouds and he much rather smile and wave at such passing spoken thoughts than analyze them. He never questions the lies others speak to him, but instead believe that when two and two don’t go together, it’s his fault for misunderstanding. However, don’t mistake his naivety for inexperience. Guy knows the world of sex (and enjoys it), he doesn’t mistake a one-night stand for a romance or a romance for a one-night stand. Guy understands the complexities of relationships – well, he may not know the actual complexities of relationships, but Guy knows that relationships have a complex nature and that is close enough. Furthermore, Guy is susceptible to being influenced by others, even if he knows it is a bad situation. He easily falls to peer pressure when it comes to alcohol, drugs, sex, and of the likes as he lacks the critical ability to analyze other’s intentions.

When it comes to interacting with others, Guy likes the light-hearted things. He hates unnecessary drama as it sits on his shoulders like a weight. Instead, Guy enjoys the little things in life – he lives for the moments in which friends just play together, pushing each other into lakes and telling cheerful, punny jokes that makes the whole group cringe. When lighthearted situations turn heavy, Guy is quick to change the subject or atmosphere – his best solution to everything is avoidance. Though he would like to be there for his friends when they are in need of advice, Guy is unable to give advice, and so he likes to distract people from their problems instead. If Guy is ever hurt by his friends, he would hide it from them and force himself to think that he was reading too much into the problem, that he’s overreacting. He does this until the tension builds behind his skin, burrowing in the cracks of his skull, and winding him up and up and up until someone breaks the dam and his frustrations and sadness is on display for everyone to see (though they probably saw it before hand, as Guy is terrible at hiding his feelings).

It is easy for Guy to make friends. He rather likes hanging out with others – when he’s by himself, he thinks too much – and it’s the driving force behind his every action to strangers. When Guy has his sights on someone he wants as a friend, he won’t stop until they acknowledge a friendship of sorts. He’s overly friendly and has a tendency to avoid personal space of others, or to be too physically comfortable with them in that he plants kisses on their cheeks or hugs them and clings to them. Guy is the type to demand phone numbers and friendly outings with a stranger rather than slowly ease someone into a friendship with him – he’d rather twist their arm (metaphorically speaking, of course) into being his friend than wait for them to come to him. In this way, Guy can be obnoxious. He doesn’t know when to stop and leave people alone; he’ll constantly badger someone until they make it abundantly clear that they want him gone.

Guy’s fatal flaw is his impulsivity. He never thinks before he acts. This has led him astray many times – he has almost drowned, he has gotten accused of stealing (he thought that it wasn’t stealing if it was still on the store’s property and he wanted to do a science experiment damnit!), and many other unbearable situations for relatives and friends. Despite this major misgiving, Guy is rather confident in his personality and whole being. He knows that he’s good-looking, that he’s smart (when it comes to science), and that he has an attractive personality – but he is aware that he has limits (though he has no clue what those limits are, he knows they exist). He doesn’t care if people think he is weird because he likes aliens and ghosts and acts like a child, because at the end of the day – he has friends and he’s getting some (plus he’s totally right ‘cause aliens do exist, guys. They do!).

Boulder City, Nevada

Guy Lee is a third generation Korean. Both his parents were born and raised in the United States; his mother, Mary Lee (nee Jeon), was raised in California by her Korean father and Taiwanese mother while his father, Godfrey Lee, was raised in Georgia. There was an eleven year age gap between the two; Mary was twenty-four when they married while Godfrey was thirty-five.

Hilariously enough, Godfrey and Mary married a day after meeting each other - in viva Las Vegas. Godfrey was there for his own bachelor party while Mary was visiting with her friends as a college graduation celebration. They happened to get blackout drunk and woke up the next morning with ring pops on their fingers. Of course, the next course of action would have been a quick divorce - but Mary may have gotten knocked up on their “honeymoon” (a week after they filed for divorce, Godfrey was dumped by his fiance and so Mary decided on throwing him a spontaneous honeymoon party consisting of the two, bad romance movies, and lots of booze; things may have escalated). Being the traditional man he was, Godfrey refused to go through with the divorce because he wanted to support Mary and he did not want another man to be a father to his child. Mary was young, fresh out of college, and shunned by her parents for her rash actions; Godfrey was the only thing keeping Mary and her unborn baby off the streets. Of course they fell in love after a while, as people are wont to do, and four years after Guy was born, they had another child. This time, a girl, named Missy.

Guy grew up in the loving arms of a wonderful, free family. The family was made through unconventional means and so they seemed to embrace unconventional traits in their child. When Guy wanted to go ghost hunting, Mary Lee bought a huge butterfly net for him to catch the ghosts - though Godfrey was adamant that a butterfly net wouldn’t work (he claimed that a jar would work better, but Mary held fast that a butterfly net was the way to go). Guy and Mary were particularly close; at night, Mary would tuck Guy in and read him stories about weird mysterious disappearances linked to aliens and supposed UFO sightings. When Guy asked his mother why she liked aliens so much, she told him the story of his conception dream. In East Asian cultures, there is a belief that a soon-to-be mother or close relatives of the mother will have a dream before the baby is ahem made or even the day of the conception. In such a dream, called a Tae Mong in Korea, fruits and animals are said to appear and, depending on what appears in the dream, that is the gender of the baby. The night of Guy’s conception, Mary had a dream of cranes, golden combs, persimmons, and small snakes made of jewels - something about her wandering in a forest? - and then a UFO crashed where Mary made contact with extraterrestrials! Ever since then, Guy was obsessed with aliens as well. He even tried to get Missy to go searching for ET with him (she refused; she was more of a doll and dinosaur kind of girl, like her father).

Unfortunately, families can’t always live in peace and happiness. Guy was around twelve when his mother died in a car accident - Guy doesn’t remember much about it, he tries to block out the details as much as possible, but there was something about a car not looking before merging and accidentally colliding into his mother’s car. She freaked and tried to control the car, but only made it worse, and the car eventually flipped - there might have been fire if Guy tries to think of it. Because, Guy distinctly remembers feeling a heat grazing his cheek and his mother screaming in the front of the car as a hand tried to reach for him. Guy had been a bit dazed at the time, he had been asleep in the backseat when it happened and everything happened in flashes, like snapshots and pictures. Flash - there’s a car - flash - why is he upside down? - flash and blink - is he dreaming? - flash - why does his foot burn? Guy escaped the car alive, but his ankle was broken and his head split open (he had to have it stapled). His mother, however, had her spine crushed and she died later that night.

Of course his family was sad. For years, they were sad. Mary Lee was the love and joy of the family. Godfrey did his best to provide for his family, he made sure to spend more time than ever at home and there were weeks where he wouldn’t have his kids go to school at all - if that was for him or his children, no one can ever be sure. They spent their time watching documentaries on aliens and ghosts and shopping for beautiful butterfly nets and jam jars. However, Godfrey was still young in mind (not so much in body, he was forty-eight at this point). Missy and Guy weren’t that mad when he got remarried - to his ex-fiance, matter of fact. Her name was Yael and she was a lawyer and originally from Israel before moving to Georgia with her parents at the age of thirteen. Yael tried to be a good mother figure to them, and made it perfectly clear she would never replace their mom (as if they didn’t know that). Despite being a slight control freak, something that did not completely meld with the relaxed Lee family, Guy tried his best to make Yael feel welcome in the family.

When Guy was seventeen, he decided to attend Camp Liberty in California because it was close to where his mother grew up. He wanted to feel closer to her somehow by seeing where she used to live and go to college and attending Camp Liberty was the only way his father and step-mother was going to allow that. Guy enjoyed his first year at Camp Liberty and is now going for a second year.

Guy Lee.
_{Ich bin Guy Lee. Je suis Guy Lee. 俺の名前はガイ・リーです。 내 이름은 가이 리입니다.}

None. Keiner. Aucun. なし。 없음.
_{"What did you call me? Ah! That's so cute, call me it again! Ah, so cuuute~" - Guy, probably}

24 December, 1998.

Eighteen. Achtzehn. Dix-huit. 十八。십팔.

Male. Männlich. Mâle. 男性。남성.

Pansexual
_{"No I am not attracted to pans. But I will admit, pans can get pretty hot!" *Badum-tss* - Guy, most likely}

Single ^{und bereit zu mischen.}

Yeah. Ja. Oui. はい。 예.

Purple! Lila! Violet! 紫の！보라색!

Two years! Zwei Jahre! Deux ans! 二年！이년!

Guy has the type of face that, the more you stare at it, the more attractive he becomes. He’s of Korean descent (with a tad bit of Taiwanese in there as well). His skin is tanner than most and he is quite proud of it – he hates when his skin comes off as pale in pictures and videos as he prefers the natural tan he was born with (and has added more color to with the help of the Nevada sun). When it comes to his face, he has a nice jaw – not too soft, not too hard – and smooth cheek bones. His face is untouched by acne (or, at least, hasn’t been touched by the hands of hormones since his seventeenth birthday _{we don’t talk about how he breaks out when he is really stressed about school}). Guy’s nose is small and flat – nothing completely remarkable or unique. And he has dark eyes that are not completely black, but are more than the darkest of browns. Guy is guilty of applying guyliner, but fuck gender roles – he’ll do what he wants! When he was a child, his ears used to be so huge that he looked like Dumbo; he has grown into them a little bit. His ears are still a little bit big for his head, but he uses silver hoop earrings to distract from the size. The most striking feature on the canvas that is Guy’s face is his mouth. They possess a peculiar round figure and the upper is thicker than the lower; whenever he smiles, his mouth seems to form a rather odd shape that can only be described as a boxy grin – it’s weirdly charming and endearing.

There is no point in describing Guy’s hair – he has a tendency to change the color every week. It is originally a brown, not dark or light, and he sometimes recolors his hair as a sort of throwback tribute. He usually keeps his hair styled in a way that covers his forehead and eyebrows with nicely cut bangs. Hair maintenance is rather important to him because he dyes it so much and it should come as no surprise that he owns a rather expensive hair kit as well as the best of the best shampoo and conditioner. Guy has a masculine, deep baritone voice that tends to take people by shock. There are times when his voice pitches upwards when surprised or in pain, but his voice tends to show the wide range of his emotions and is rather raw with feeling. Guy smells like his coconut shampoo and conditioner, but there is a small hint of oolong tea and sharpies that clings to his clothes.

When it comes to fashion, Guy doesn’t like keeping himself defined to one style. He likes to mix it up every now and then – and his guilty pleasure is dressing up as high school stereotypes. There are weeks where he will be dressed like a rich son that belongs on a golf course, and other times like a jock that belongs in High School Musical. However, his favorite outfits tend to gravitate more towards an indie and punk looks. He alternates between John Lennon glasses and brown jackets to leather jackets and black skinny jeans. However, if he doesn’t plan to go anywhere, he enjoys chilling in plain t-shirts of various colors and regular jeans and a snapback.

👾 Picks apart his food before eating it
👾 Takes pictures of all the stray cats he comes across and puts it in a scrapbook at home
👾 Hunts for proof of existence of ghosts and aliens
👾 His face tends to adopt a blank appearance when thinking really hard about something
👾 Hates wearing sneakers into bathrooms (even public ones) so he carries around an extra pair of slippers
👾 When people stare at him, Guy enjoys making weird faces at them - he refuses to take a picture where he is smiling and will 👾 Always has a sucker in his mouth
👾 Touches his lips when flirting
👾 Licks his lips when satisfied or impressed with himself
👾 Absent-mindedly color coding random things while preoccupied without realizing he is doing so

👍 Jess (because they are Bros For Life™)
👍 The Smell of Sharpies and Oolong Tea
👍 Horror Movies and Magic School Bus
👍 Bill Nye the Science Guy (BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!)
👍 Stacking Salt and Pepper Shakers (_{also licking salt})
👍 Lollipops (he likes the mysterious surprise dummies the most)
👍 Funnel Cake
👍 Languages (He enjoys learning German, French, and Japanese)
👍 Science (particularly chemistry but he won't say no to a little bit of physics)

👎 The scraping of knives against plates
👎 Sticking his feet out from under the covers
👎 A stack of papers not properly stacked
👎 Public Bathrooms
👎 Anything dystopian, especially movies (he has faith in humanity!)
👎 The smell of cookies (it makes him hungry)
👎 Cheese (its so gross)
👎 History (he can't remember names very well, so sue him!)

❌ Vomiting: it doesn't feel good.
❌ Fire: primal instinct, duh. who does like fire? so what if Guy is scared of even candles fire is fucking dangerous okay?
❌ Doctors: doctors are shady okay? they have all those drugs and they don't abuse it a little bit? ha! doubt it.
❌ Dolls: ever since his little sister inherited that old as fuck China doll from his great-great-grandmother, Guy has refused to sleep without his door locked _{he swears it watches him}
❌❌❌ Tokophobia: everyone has their irrational fears, Guy's just seems to be a little unorthodox; he's terrified of being pregnant and giving birth _{shh, doesn't matter if it's impossible it still shows up in his nightmares}

❤️ Genuine
❤️ Playful & Lighthearted
❤️ Confident
❤️ Friendly (perhaps overly so)

💔 Impulsive
💔 Naive
💔 Impressionable
💔 Obnoxious

“Guy Lee is weird.”

Such a simple statement to describe such a complex person.

Guy Lee is not weird, he is a person of paradoxes and a purity that confuses others. Guy acts as if he’s never seen the cruelty of the world; has never seen the point of a knife or the dip of a bullet hole, has never witnessed the sensuality between a couple that’s not a couple, has never had his back raked with the violent ends of gossip and lies. Guy Lee is a defender of humanity – not in the fantastical sense, but in the literal argumentative sense. While most others enjoy hiding their emotions under layers of misplaced cynicism and tiring sarcasm, Guy prefers to decorate his sleeves with the red of his heart. A hurtful lie has never slipped from his tongue, a pessimistic backlashing has never felt the softness of his lips, and deceit has never clawed its way from his throat. Guy Lee is a human being and lives his life honestly and carefree; in such a way, Guy is genuine. He never lies, and if he does, he does so to protect the feelings of others and the genuineness of his kindness makes up for the small white lie.

Perhaps it’s because of such genuine nature that most are not surprised by his gullible and naïve being. As someone who trusts the capacity of kindness of human beings, Guy never expects others to have ill will towards him and never questions others’ intentions. Polite words spoken to him with the malice of a viper float over his head like beautiful clouds and he much rather smile and wave at such passing spoken thoughts than analyze them. He never questions the lies others speak to him, but instead believe that when two and two don’t go together, it’s his fault for misunderstanding. However, don’t mistake his naivety for inexperience. Guy knows the world of sex (and enjoys it), he doesn’t mistake a one-night stand for a romance or a romance for a one-night stand. Guy understands the complexities of relationships – well, he may not know the actual complexities of relationships, but Guy knows that relationships have a complex nature and that is close enough. Furthermore, Guy is susceptible to being influenced by others, even if he knows it is a bad situation. He easily falls to peer pressure when it comes to alcohol, drugs, sex, and of the likes as he lacks the critical ability to analyze other’s intentions.

When it comes to interacting with others, Guy likes the light-hearted things. He hates unnecessary drama as it sits on his shoulders like a weight. Instead, Guy enjoys the little things in life – he lives for the moments in which friends just play together, pushing each other into lakes and telling cheerful, punny jokes that makes the whole group cringe. When lighthearted situations turn heavy, Guy is quick to change the subject or atmosphere – his best solution to everything is avoidance. Though he would like to be there for his friends when they are in need of advice, Guy is unable to give advice, and so he likes to distract people from their problems instead. If Guy is ever hurt by his friends, he would hide it from them and force himself to think that he was reading too much into the problem, that he’s overreacting. He does this until the tension builds behind his skin, burrowing in the cracks of his skull, and winding him up and up and up until someone breaks the dam and his frustrations and sadness is on display for everyone to see (though they probably saw it before hand, as Guy is terrible at hiding his feelings).

It is easy for Guy to make friends. He rather likes hanging out with others – when he’s by himself, he thinks too much – and it’s the driving force behind his every action to strangers. When Guy has his sights on someone he wants as a friend, he won’t stop until they acknowledge a friendship of sorts. He’s overly friendly and has a tendency to avoid personal space of others, or to be too physically comfortable with them in that he plants kisses on their cheeks or hugs them and clings to them. Guy is the type to demand phone numbers and friendly outings with a stranger rather than slowly ease someone into a friendship with him – he’d rather twist their arm (metaphorically speaking, of course) into being his friend than wait for them to come to him. In this way, Guy can be obnoxious. He doesn’t know when to stop and leave people alone; he’ll constantly badger someone until they make it abundantly clear that they want him gone.

Guy’s fatal flaw is his impulsivity. He never thinks before he acts. This has led him astray many times – he has almost drowned, he has gotten accused of stealing (he thought that it wasn’t stealing if it was still on the store’s property and he wanted to do a science experiment damnit!), and many other unbearable situations for relatives and friends. Despite this major misgiving, Guy is rather confident in his personality and whole being. He knows that he’s good-looking, that he’s smart (when it comes to science), and that he has an attractive personality – but he is aware that he has limits (though he has no clue what those limits are, he knows they exist). He doesn’t care if people think he is weird because he likes aliens and ghosts and acts like a child, because at the end of the day – he has friends and he’s getting some (plus he’s totally right ‘cause aliens do exist, guys. They do!).

Boulder City, Nevada

Guy Lee is a third generation Korean. Both his parents were born and raised in the United States; his mother, Mary Lee (nee Jeon), was raised in California by her Korean father and Taiwanese mother while his father, Godfrey Lee, was raised in Georgia. There was an eleven year age gap between the two; Mary was twenty-four when they married while Godfrey was thirty-five.

Hilariously enough, Godfrey and Mary married a day after meeting each other - in viva Las Vegas. Godfrey was there for his own bachelor party while Mary was visiting with her friends as a college graduation celebration. They happened to get blackout drunk and woke up the next morning with ring pops on their fingers. Of course, the next course of action would have been a quick divorce - but Mary may have gotten knocked up on their “honeymoon” (a week after they filed for divorce, Godfrey was dumped by his fiance and so Mary decided on throwing him a spontaneous honeymoon party consisting of the two, bad romance movies, and lots of booze; things may have escalated). Being the traditional man he was, Godfrey refused to go through with the divorce because he wanted to support Mary and he did not want another man to be a father to his child. Mary was young, fresh out of college, and shunned by her parents for her rash actions; Godfrey was the only thing keeping Mary and her unborn baby off the streets. Of course they fell in love after a while, as people are wont to do, and four years after Guy was born, they had another child. This time, a girl, named Missy.

Guy grew up in the loving arms of a wonderful, free family. The family was made through unconventional means and so they seemed to embrace unconventional traits in their child. When Guy wanted to go ghost hunting, Mary Lee bought a huge butterfly net for him to catch the ghosts - though Godfrey was adamant that a butterfly net wouldn’t work (he claimed that a jar would work better, but Mary held fast that a butterfly net was the way to go). Guy and Mary were particularly close; at night, Mary would tuck Guy in and read him stories about weird mysterious disappearances linked to aliens and supposed UFO sightings. When Guy asked his mother why she liked aliens so much, she told him the story of his conception dream. In East Asian cultures, there is a belief that a soon-to-be mother or close relatives of the mother will have a dream before the baby is ahem made or even the day of the conception. In such a dream, called a Tae Mong in Korea, fruits and animals are said to appear and, depending on what appears in the dream, that is the gender of the baby. The night of Guy’s conception, Mary had a dream of cranes, golden combs, persimmons, and small snakes made of jewels - something about her wandering in a forest? - and then a UFO crashed where Mary made contact with extraterrestrials! Ever since then, Guy was obsessed with aliens as well. He even tried to get Missy to go searching for ET with him (she refused; she was more of a doll and dinosaur kind of girl, like her father).

Unfortunately, families can’t always live in peace and happiness. Guy was around twelve when his mother died in a car accident - Guy doesn’t remember much about it, he tries to block out the details as much as possible, but there was something about a car not looking before merging and accidentally colliding into his mother’s car. She freaked and tried to control the car, but only made it worse, and the car eventually flipped - there might have been fire if Guy tries to think of it. Because, Guy distinctly remembers feeling a heat grazing his cheek and his mother screaming in the front of the car as a hand tried to reach for him. Guy had been a bit dazed at the time, he had been asleep in the backseat when it happened and everything happened in flashes, like snapshots and pictures. Flash - there’s a car - flash - why is he upside down? - flash and blink - is he dreaming? - flash - why does his foot burn? Guy escaped the car alive, but his ankle was broken and his head split open (he had to have it stapled). His mother, however, had her spine crushed and she died later that night.

Of course his family was sad. For years, they were sad. Mary Lee was the love and joy of the family. Godfrey did his best to provide for his family, he made sure to spend more time than ever at home and there were weeks where he wouldn’t have his kids go to school at all - if that was for him or his children, no one can ever be sure. They spent their time watching documentaries on aliens and ghosts and shopping for beautiful butterfly nets and jam jars. However, Godfrey was still young in mind (not so much in body, he was forty-eight at this point). Missy and Guy weren’t that mad when he got remarried - to his ex-fiance, matter of fact. Her name was Yael and she was a lawyer and originally from Israel before moving to Georgia with her parents at the age of thirteen. Yael tried to be a good mother figure to them, and made it perfectly clear she would never replace their mom (as if they didn’t know that). Despite being a slight control freak, something that did not completely meld with the relaxed Lee family, Guy tried his best to make Yael feel welcome in the family.

When Guy was seventeen, he decided to attend Camp Liberty in California because it was close to where his mother grew up. He wanted to feel closer to her somehow by seeing where she used to live and go to college and attending Camp Liberty was the only way his father and step-mother was going to allow that. Guy enjoyed his first year at Camp Liberty and is now going for a second year.

Alessandro Emilio Curzi

Alek is preferred but the people closest to him call him Emilio.

December 6th.

18.

Male.

Homosexual.

Recently single.

Uh.. yes.

Blue.

This is Alek's third year.

Emilio stands at around 6"2 and weighs around 190lbs. Having a very chiselled jawline and face with a slight stubble growing upon it. His eyes, light brown and rather squinted and normally covered by his dark hair that often falls styled upon his forehead. His full smile is rarely seen but is said to be his best feature. With his traditional Italian olive skin tone adding to his brown eyes and his clear soft skin. His aquiline nose also said to have come from his Italian inheritance. He has a rather large tattoo of a compass on the back of his arm which is often noticed by others. Normally, Alessandro puts a lot of effort into his outfits, dressing up for things that should be done casually. He enjoys getting ready and looking good for the people who he is going to see. Often being seen in dressy shirts and jeans with boots or expensive trainers. There isn't a high chance that he would be seen walking around in sweatpants and baggy clothing.

- Alek will be constantly touching his hair, playing with it, making it look good, whatever.
- Alek is the king of procrastination, he will put of doing something for days.
- Carries a lucky old coin everywhere, often rolling it across his knuckles.
- Regularly overreacts to things that aren't important.
- Often randomly starts speaking in Italian to himself or others.

- Hugs.
- Rap music.
- Getting to know new people.
- Bonfires.
- Parties.
- Gossip.
- Sex.
- Tattoos.

- The sea.
- The cold.
- Inconsideration.
- Politics.
- Sport.
- Rudeness.
- Prudes.
- Liars.

Alessandro has a fear of being alone, not having anyone beside him that being either a partner or any friends. He hates the idea of being alone in the world with no one to talk to, help or be around. Also, Alek has a fear of personal safety whether that is theft, robbery, an attack on him personally.

Honest. Cheeky. Faithful. Creative. Independant.

Flirtatious. Opinionated. Bold. Vain. Impatient.

An arrogant, opinionated, vain asshole. That's what was set out for Emilio being in Team Blue, although most of the way they are described fits him, Alek wouldn't consider himself to be an asshole. Alek enjoys to have fun, he doesn't think there is any point in living without any fun in your life. Thus, he is more regularly than not known as one of the cheekiest people that others have come across. He enjoys getting under people's skin, pulling pranks on people whenever he can and joining up with others to fool people as best he can. Alek doesn't understand when people take a joke or a plank the wrong way, he could only allow them to be called boring and wouldn't associate himself with them.. But would like to annoy them a bit more. Along with this annoying behaviour, Alek is very competitive with people not so much in the team, if someone starts a pranking war he will not go down a loser. Everything will be done in order for him to win and take the upper hand. This does involve competition between him and others in other ways. One of these would be the competition of appearances, who can wear what better, who's hair looks better. It's all a big game to Alek really. Compared to the other people in Team Blue, Alek is a bit different to them. He is less aggressive but more lighthearted and does enjoy getting to know new people. In some occasions, he does consider himself to be better than others but not as much as others members of Team Blue.

Originally from Assisi, Italy but moved to Philadelphia, USA when he was around 6.

Alessandro grew up in a working class family in the town of Assisi - a town and comune of Italy in the province of Perugia. A beautiful medieval town, with its geranium-hung streets, lovely views, and fountain-splashed piazzas. Alek grew up is Assisi with his older brother, mother and father. The memories of the town he grew up in were nothing but positive, the adventures him and his older brother would get off too, seeing the gorgeous sites of the gorgeous town. However not everything was great with this marvellous town, when Alek was around six years of age, he recalled his mother and father having constant arguments around the house and he and his brother would hide away from listening to the tremendous roar of their father. They would often hide in the attic and play, trying to block out the sounds of their arguing parents. Soon after, the two boys were moving away across the world to the United States of America, a place the boys heard so much about but had never been to themselves. Their parent's were on the verge of a divorce and with their children being so young still, they wanted to give it another go but with a different scenery, moving completely out of both of their comfort zones they thought this would be a bright idea and would give them a better chance at staying together.

From then on, Alessandro had to take up learning the English language and mainly got the hang of it as easily as a new comer could. Getting into the school system and into the life of an American started off well with him, getting into a good school for what his parent's actually earned and got a good start in his education. Being the big new kid having moved from Italy, Alessandro kept to himself a lot of the time, not having a lot of friends like the regular American child but he did have a close buddy that he kept by his side for the longest time, his name was Maxwell. As Alek grew up, he began to find himself lost and unable to find his true self. Fighting with himself for years over his sexuality and later as anyone would he began to experiment with the different genders. Things weren't right to him when he found himself in a relationship with a female. Eventually, Alek secretly got himself into a relationship with another male, it was weird to him a first but everything actually felt right and not forced. In his family, his father often pushed him and his brother towards getting a good girlfriend, being interested in the same gender wasn't even an option on the cards. Alessandro came out as a homosexual to his close group of friends he had formed through Maxwell when he was sixteen and they accepted him for who he was. Recently after, he got into a relationship with his best friend Maxwell (which was only recently called off). The reaction from his friends gave him the right mindset to come out to his family, in which he did at the beginning of last year, just after his seventeenth birthday. The reaction from his mother and brother was better than he ever expected but the reaction from his father, he knew was coming. Alek and his father were never the same after this moment, his father shunning him because of his sexuality. Camp felt like the only escape Alek had away from his father where he could be himself.

Movies again?

Alexander Wilson Bryant

Alex– it’s an abbreviation of his name, and who doesn’t love having to speak less?
Ghost– he’s been going to the camp for four years, but barely anybody knows him.

January 5th, 1998.

18

Male

Hetereosexual

Single Pringle Ready to Mingle

Depends.

Grey Team Leader!

Four years, though if you were to ask someone about him outside of the Grey Team, they’d probably respond with “Who?”.

Alex stands at a regular 5’11”, with an athletic frame, with a somewhat lithe look to it. This is complemented by his broad shoulders, defined abs, and a strong, smooth jawline - the living definition of “chick magnet”, which is definitely reflected in the way he is at school. However, at the camp, something changes about him, that makes every difference. His typical clothing - tight-fitting smart, white formal shirt & tie, with jet-black slacks - is swapped out for more comfortable attire, such as tracksuit bottoms, and his baggy, grey shirt. This is comfortable in more ways than one - it draws people away from all the attractive parts of him, and makes sure that whoever does want to approach him does so because they want to get to know him as a person, and not just because he’s got a six-pack, or his tight muscles. It also means that his schoolmates tend not to recognise him at first glance.

¿ Not looking at the person he’s talking to
¿ Cracking his knuckles for no good reason
¿ Humming some random tune to himself
¿ Staring
¿ Tapping his fingers on whatever’s at hand
¿ Mumbling

✔ The Grey Team
✔ Tolerable members of the other teams
✔ His friends
✔ Videogames
✔ Sabotaging other teams
✔ Winning games
✔ Having fun
✔ Trying new things
✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments
✘ The non-tolerable members of the other teams
✘ People fucking with his friends & teammates
✘ Competitiveness
✘ Bragging snobs
✘ Hypocrites
✘ Those stereotypical girls that fit under the Mean Girls archetype of “Plastic”
✘ The fact he knows what the “Plastic” archetype is (it’s a long story involving an ex-girlfriend and nothing better to do than sit and watch a Mean Girls marathon)

☠ Dogs
☠ Small spaces

♛ Loyal
♛ Trustworthy
♛ Defensive
♛ Laid-back
♛ Determined
♛ Talented
♛ Athletic

☣ Hot-headed
☣ Unpredictable
☣ Sly
☣ Saboteur

Absent-minded, quiet, and distant. That’s what other teams see him as - the epitome of the term “lone wolf”. However, for those that he sees as actually decent, or worth it, he is much more than that. In actuality, Alex is the most loyal, trustworthy, and friendly person you’ll meet. He’s like a father figure to the rest of the Grey Team, and definitely a suitable choice for Team Leader. “Ghost” is also quite laid-back and relaxed, but that in no way means he’s an underachiever. When he puts his mind to it, he can slip into game-mode and bag a win for his team. He encourages the rest of his team to do the same, however he understands that sometimes we all have our lazy days.

However, as described for Grey Team members, Alex fits into more than one archetype, his most prominent being Green. He can always be seen pulling pranks on other campers, be it to sabotage the other teams, or put a smile on his own team’s faces. He’s rarely ever been caught for it, of course, but veteran members of the Grey Team know to watch out for him, especially if you piss him off.

That brings us on to his final archetype - Red. If you insult him, one of his close friends, or one of his teammates, both you and the entire camp will know of it. Not exactly setting a good example as the father figure of the team, but Grey members definitely know he’ll look out for them no matter what, even if he can lose his temper sometimes. This archetype, despite being his least prominent, is a surprise to some people, given his usual laid-back, calm nature, and his facade of absent-mindedness.

Canandaigua, Ontario County, New York

Alex’s life hasn’t exactly been a fairytale, though, luckily, it hasn’t been too much of a tragedy, either. He was born and raised in Canandaigua alongside his older brother, David, until the age of 6, when his family moved to Sacramento. Life was pretty average for him there, with him going to a new school and making good friends, with some of them transferring into the same high school as him. For a while, life seemed alright.

That was, until, one night when he was thirteen.

His brother and him had just come home from school, with his brother having had the more eventful day in class than Alex. Instead of opening up and talking to their parents about it, David decided to vent to his brother, instead. This spawned into a heated argument, with David calling Alex “a waste of space”, “useless” and “a mistake”. These soul-crushing insults continued into the next week, until Alex became sick of it. Friday night, when the two got home from school, David shouting at his brother like usual, Alex turned around to him and threw everything he had at him. Screaming about how he was ashamed to be related to him, and that David “didn’t deserve to live”. His older brother proceeded to punch him in the face, and then storming up to his room, never coming out for the rest of the night.

The following morning, David was gone. His room was empty, save for the biggest items, and his coat and shoes were missing from the hallway. They sent out a report to the police, but, apart from a few jackasses that enjoyed the suffering of a grieving family, David has never been heard of since. Alex feels guilty, and thinks that he was responsible for making his brother run away. He’s never forgiven himself since, but tries to hide his guilt from the rest of the people at camp.

A few months later, when Alex was fourteen, his parents heard about a camp nearby. Alex was getting therapy for the disappearance of his brother, but apart from that, he wasn’t really socialising with anyone. He’d shut out everyone at school, and barely concentrated on his work. Surely it could do him some good to meet some fresh people? So, they sent him to Camp Liberty that summer, and it was a success. When he came home, he seemed like he’d regained a little bit of his old self, and it made a lot of difference, even if it was only a small piece. He wanted to talk to people, told his parents all about his time there, and was begging to go again. He’s been going ever since, and it’s been helping him regain his own self, bit by bit. This year he’s determined to pull his finger out and snatch a win, to put the “Royal Blues” in their place.

He can sing pretty damn good.

Playin’ videogames ;D

Audrey Michelle Peterson.

Since Audrey likes to go by Michelle rather than Audrey, she likes to be called Michi, or Chelle more than anything. If you call her Audrey, she’ll more than likely ignore you. She’ll even introduce herself as Michelle.

June 18, 1998 – 6/18/1998.

18.

Female.

Michi is Sapiosexual as she doesn’t really see gender within someone. Got to have the personality and intelligence to tickle her fancy.

Recently single and looking to mingle.

Yes.

Red – Team Leader.

4.

Michi’s appearance isn’t really as memorizing as a model but she tries her best to keep her looks up to par. She doesn’t try to impress anybody with her looks. Michi has brown locks of her that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She doesn’t tie her hair up into a ponytail or anything – She likes to keep it straight with the little curls at the end of her hair strands. Michi also has hazel colored eyes and her pupils are well rounded. She usually covers her eyes with a pair of shades though. Audrey stands about five foot six with a weight of one-hundred and ten pounds. She is very toned and lean with a sculptured body. Her skin is fair and sun kissed from her time of sun bathing on the beach and even at the camp from the previous years. She actually doesn’t have any tattoos but has her two earlobes pierced along with industrial piercings within both of her ears and a belly button piercing. She however does have a scar on the back of her calf muscle from trying to climb a fence. Michi’s style isn’t exactly girly girl. It’s more tomboyish than anything else. She doesn’t really own any dresses or skirts, much more of a blue jean shorts and jean type of girl. She doesn’t even have a pair of heels, she’d rather wear her Chuck Taylor’s, which she has a color of every pair.

• Constantly licks her lips • Is a hacker • Taps her foot when worried or bored • Hums when there is silence and sway from side to side • Is a perfectionist

▲Video Games – Much like an obsession.
▲Social Media – Has an Instagram, YouTube, Twitter & Snapchat account.
▲Music.
▲Binge watching shows on Netflix.
▲80’s movies.
▲Intelligent & Meaningful Conversations.

▼Spicy Food.
▼People with body odor.
▼Petty arguments.
▼People that raise their voices for no reason.
▼Coffee.
▼Too girly girls.

• Spiders • Snakes • Small fear of the dark •

Nurturing | Ambitious | Adventurous | Adaptable

Flirtatious | Cunning | Blunt | Sarcastic

Audrey’s personality is a little strong and if you do not know how to take her then her words and actions may come off as a little wrong to certain people. She is a very straightforward person when it comes to just about everything as she doesn’t bite her tongue for no one. Audrey tries her best not to offend anyone though but if she does, she won’t even apologize because she feels that people shouldn’t wear their feelings on their sleeve. Although she is very blunt towards people, she can also be very caring towards them, as well. If they really need someone to care for them, of course.

Audrey is very ambitious when it comes to her goals in life and just about anything in general. She is very encouraging towards people who want to go after their dreams and actually make something of themselves when they’re older and ready for the real world. She can easily adapt to any setting that she is in. She can be very flirtatious towards any human being that crosses her path but she isn’t flirting just to get inside someone’s pants – No. She flirts to see how intelligent and clever that said person is.

Overall, Audrey is a very special person to be around – Especially if you love video gaming since it’s almost an obsession for her. She will befriend just about anyone but better be ready for her straightforward ways.

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Audrey grew up to a wonderful mother, who raised her all by herself. Her father unfortunately left shortly after her birth and was never heard from or seen again. Her mother raised Audrey to be and do whatever she wanted with her life and to excel better than the next person before her. Throughout her life, she signed up for beauty pageants within her hometown and even went to other states to compete, as well. She won a few times but other times she was either runner up or in the top five. Her last competition was right before she started middle school and became somewhat of a rebellious teenager, which was rather typical for her. She became rather defiant and not even thinking about the consequences for her actions. Audrey at this time use to get into a lot of fights with other females and even some males. Her mother don’t know what caused this type of behavior and threatened to send her to a juvenile center but thought that’d be harsh. Instead, her mother sent her to a summer camp at the age of fourteen.

She started her days at Camp Liberty and hated being there. She honestly told her mother that she’d rather be at Juve then some camp full of happy campers. But during her time at the camp, she met a guy that she really liked and he liked her back so she decided to stay there with no complaints. Audrey started dressing back to normal rather than her rebellious look. Sadly, after her first year at the camp, the guy stated that he was moving to New York City. When she heard that, she didn’t even want to go back to the camp but in order to avoid the detention center, or juvenile, she continued going anyway.

As the years progressed, Audrey was growing into a mature, young lady and the summer camp was doing the trick, it seemed. She always had a story to tell her mother whenever she returned home, her grades improved drastically in school and she even started becoming more of a daughter than a rebel. Her mother loved her excellent progress and Audrey was even accepted to the college of her dreams and hopes to start there after this year’s camp. She’s was even handed the team leader position for Team Red.

Nathan Andrew Beauchamp.

Nicholas Andy Beauchamp.

Nathan likes to go by Nate more than anything. He’ll go by Nathan, yes but if you really know him then you’ll call him Nate.

Nicholas isn’t really too fond of nicknames though most people call him Nick. Though, he prefers it if you call him Nicholas.

December 21, 1998 – 12/21/1998.

18.

Male.

Nathan is heterosexual while Nicholas on the other hand is homosexual.

Nathan just got out of a relationship about a month ago but Nicholas has never been in a relationship.

Nathan is very much sexually active but Nicholas isn’t. Nicholas is still a virgin.

Nathan is a part of Team Green though might be going to Team Blue.

Nicholas is a part of Team Pink, where he is sticking and he is staying.

2nd.

Nathan and Nicholas are very much identical twins but have things different about them. Nathan stands about six foot one while Nicholas stands at six foot and half. They both weight about one-hundred and forty-four pounds of muscle from working out and running along the beach. They both have very athletic bodies and are very muscular in all of the right areas. Nathan has emerald green eyes that shine brightly in the right amount of lighting while Nicholas’ eyes are hazel green but both have almond shaped pupils. Nathan’s skin tone is a bit more tanned than Nicholas’ as his skin takes on an olive tone. They both have dirty blonde hair, in which they both like to keep trimmed and styled to perfection.

Nathan’s choice of style is very laid back and casual as he is more of a t-shirt and jean type of guy along with a pair Jordan’s or Nike’s - Even has a special pair of Vans that Nicholas brought for him. Nicholas’ style is very much different from Nathan’s. Nicholas likes to wear polo shirts, buttoned up and collared shirts along with a pair of slacks or cargo pants. Nicholas likes to adorn his feet with a pair of Sperry’s or Vans. Neither one of them has any scars but they both got matching tattoos on their left shoulder blades of their birthday and Zodiac sign. Nathan and Nicholas do not have any scars.

Nathan – • Bites his bottom lip when nervous or hiding something • Constantly analyzes others by observation • Always has loose change in his pocket • Speaks fluent Spanish •

Nicholas – • Dislikes conflict • Practices Martial Arts • Talks in his sleep • Hates slang words • Prefers to sit on the arms of chairs and couches than the actual seat •

Nathan▲Women.
▲His brother, Nicholas.
▲Fanfics – Writing & Reading them.
▲Horror Movies & Ghost Stories.
▲Sex – Very much so.
▲Late Afternoons.

▼Early Mornings.
▼Sodas.
▼People being mean to Nicholas.
▼Bullies.
▼Smelly People.

Nicholas▲Musical Productions.
▲Ice Cream & Milkshakes.
▲Men.
▲Walking by the lake.
▲Reading & Writing.

▼Homophobes.
▼Being judged.
▼Liars.
▼Severe Thunderstorms.
▼Dream Killers.

Nathan – Losing Nicholas | Choking | Getting a girl pregnant | Tight spaces.

Nicholas – Losing everyone close to him – Especially Nathan | Losing his voice | Dying young | Sexual abuse.

Nathan – Loyal | Clever | Intelligent | Adventurous

Nicholas – Confident | Intelligent | Ambitious | Responsible

Nathan – Arrogant | Overly Sarcastic | Flirtatious

Nicholas – Opinionated | Blunt | Perfectionist

Nathan and Nicholas might be more different than most people think they are but in terms of personality – They are very much different. Nathan is a person that does something without thinking about the consequences that comes with his actions. Nicholas on the other hand does, not saying that he is essentially a follower of the rules but he just knows that certain boundaries should not be crossed. Both of the twins have a wide range of intelligence when it comes to certain subjects and topics. If one talks to Nathan about a subject or topic he likes, he’ll add in his two cents here and there then be done with the conversation. But with Nicholas, he’ll fangirl all day about something he is definitely interested in. Nathan isn’t as confident as Nicholas is though Nathan can be a bit confident, if he wasn’t so cocky about every little thing he does. Nicholas is confident and even if he doesn’t come out on top, he’ll find a way to come out on top next time. Nathan will just gloat as if he really did something.

The only negative trait Nicholas hates about himself is his opinionated side. He has opinions about every little subject. Sometimes, he’ll keep quiet but other times, he’ll go through and through with you until the other person calls quits on the conversation. Nathan on the other hand, is just a sarcastic asshole, to be honest. Nicholas is a perfectionist as everything must be the way he needs them to be in order for him to function properly. Only his things needs to be in order, such as all of his games are in ABC order, along with his musical dvd’s, cd’s and books. He also has a weird set up of his restroom products, too.

Overall, Nathan and Nicholas are not bad guys to be around. Nathan is all fun with no filter or consequences and Nicholas is the exact opposite though sometimes he can be fun with no filter although he thinks about consequences along with his actions constantly.

Los Angeles, CA {Birth – 4}
Atlanta, GA {4 – 13}
San Francisco, CA {13 – Now}

Nathan and Nicholas was born on December 21, 1998 in the local Los Angeles hospital. As their mother puts it, it was a warm and clear day when they were birthed. Nathan was born first, obviously then sixteen minutes later, Nicholas came. Nathan and Nicholas got their names from their great, great grandfathers, as there were a set of twins within their lineage as well. Nathan and Nicholas grew up together side by side as if they were stitched together. But as time rolled on, Nathan and Nicholas were having different interests in certain and caused a slight divide amongst the duo. Nathan sort of hated the split while Nicholas broke down about it. Their parents talked them both through it and made them realize that they are one in the same, somewhat. Ever since that talk, Nathan and Nicholas has been two peas in a pod.

As their lives progressed, they’re mother was offered a position at a law firm in the South, Atlanta, Georgia, to be exact. She accepted the position and that caused the family to move from their California lives and dwindle down into the Southern lands of American. Living in Atlanta wasn’t all that bad for Nathan and Nicholas, really. Maybe because they were still a little bit too young to know much of anything about anything. The family resided in Georgia for about nine years then went back to California after their mother had a slight disagreement with one of the cases and went her separate ways with the firm entirely. Of course, their father supported her decision and so did Nathan and Nicholas, who really had no idea what was going on but knew they were moving back to their home state and couldn’t be happier.

As soon as the plane landed, Nathan and Nicholas both raced to get off and kissed the California soil. Their parents looked at them and laughed as they were happy to be back, as well. Throughout their time back in California, their mother became a housewife while their father went out every day, except on the weekends and sold insurance to wherever the company sent him. Nathan and Nicholas still remained to have a strong bond amongst each other even in high school, they are a part of different cliques. But one summer, Nicholas came up with idea of wanting to go to summer camp and his parents completely supported and suggested that Nathan go with him, too. Nathan made an argument out of the idea so they sent him anyway even though he really didn’t want to be there.

During their time at Camp Liberty, they both enjoyed it there. Even Nathan, though he won’t admit it out loud. They both have been invited back for another year, which they’ve accepted and are returning this summer to be with their friends once again.

Mathius Leo Phoenix

Matt. Tio.

May 3rd 1997.

Eighteen.

Male.

Heterosexual.

Single.

Every guy has urges.

Red.

Three.

Mathius is a little bit of a powerhouse in terms of build. He is well over six foot and has the width to make him just as imposing. Years and years of hardcore and high levels sport have sculpted his body in to the form of a prime athlete. His hips are flat, his chest wide and his shoulders hefty and broad. He ultimately does not look like a force to be reckoned with and he knows it; it's simply written in the way he holds himself. The young man walks with what can only be described as a swagged because he expects everyone to get out of his way and not the other way round. If they don't move for him then he'll just have to make them.

Mathius' hair is a sandy blonde and although his eyes seem a warm colour they do not usually hold a gentle expression. He focuses on people with intent and won't let it go until whatever he's thinking is resolved.

♣ Cracking his knuckles.
♣ Rolling his eyes.
♣ Eating food far too quickly.
♣ Sneering.
♣ Forgetting his own strength.

✓ Exercise.
✓ Being the best.
✓ Getting his way.
✓ Peanut butter.
✓ Heat.
✓ Bacon and cheese burgers.
✓ Not wearing a t-shirt.

✕ Wimps.
✕ Waiting.
✕ Long trousers.
✕ Undersized portions.
✕ Being one of the youngest children in his family.
✕ Too many vegetables.
✕ Small dogs.

♣ Being weak/becoming incapable of being the best he can.
♣ Growing old.

☆ Strong-willed.
☆ Extremely athletic.
☆ Charming.
☆ Focused.

☆ Rude.
☆ Judgemental.
☆ Hot-headed.
☆ Indecisive.

Mathius is not viewed as an especially nice person. He's not afraid to speak his mind and this unfortunately goes hand in hand with talking down to people. He finds it very easy to pick out those he views as weak and once he locks on he's very reluctant to let the idea go. He views it as a kind of character building but the people he picks on don't quite see it the same. Or that's what their parents said when he made a couple of younger boys burst in to tears and they told their mothers. He didn't care though because in his mind they'd deserved it; he'd just been trying to toughen them up after all. They clearly should have been more like him - which leads to Mathius' arrogance. He knows he's very capable. He's incredibly strong and very capable of many physical things. He's not bothered about telling others this as well.

On the other side of this, there is a much gentler side to Mathius that people rarely see. He's fiercely protective over those that he holds close and if anyone steps on their toes then they'll see a fist flying at their face before they can even properly apologise. He doesn't truly believe in apologies and believes things are resolved better if someone is taught a lesson. Inside Mathius there is a much nicer guy than the one he brings across on the surface. It probably comes from the fact he feels he has to create so many walls to protect himself from the world and the people in it.

Dallas, Texas.

Mathius comes from a very large family. His parents are unmarried but including him they managed to give birth to seven children, six of whom are boys and most of which are older than Mathius. Ever since he could walk they were forcing him to roughhouse and his father (who was a ex professional athlete) always pushed him in the direction of physically developing. By the age of ten he was playing lacrosse, American football and basketball which spurred his competitive spirit to the max. He was the Captain that everyone looked up to and he revelled in the attention he got from his family, his friends and his teammates. Sporting scouts showed interest in him from a very young age and he moved up in the leagues with surprising efficiency for his age. His brothers never let him slack as they were all successful in their respective sports and hobbies too. It was a family of people who longed to his excel. His parents were gifted with the funds to put each one of them in to the highest end and there's currently talk of Mathius going a very long way in the future with sport - IF he can sort out his attitude problem. The boy he knocked out during his last lacrosse game was not too impressed with his long stay in hospital.

All of his sporting background and the hassling from his brothers has built up his aggressive side but his mother and sister made sure to keep some level of compassion in him. It's somewhere deep but it's there. Mathius always used to watch out for his sister and he still does. She's the most important person to him in the world and if anyone ever does her wrong then they could be staring in to a very lonely grave. His sister is also the reason that he hasn't poured everything in to sports rather than academics because he sees the look in her eyes when she gets to teach him about maths or science. She's much smarter than he could ever hope to be and he admires her for that. He admires a lot of people who are intelligent.

For Mathius growing up in Texas was always amazing. The food is exactly what he loves and he has a great group surrounding him but there's something that keeps him coming back to camp. He doesn't like to conform to anything but it's like he can't let go. There's so much ahead of him and he's not sure he's ready to face it yet.

Still a cheeky bit of ruggers.

Samson Ray Morris

Sunny

July 3rd, 1998

18

Male

Homosexual

"Nah, I like to think I'm savin' myself; that, in itself, can have many connotations."

Single

Team Purple Member

4

Purple! (It's not yellow, but close enough? not at all)

A taller fellow, with his 6'1" height to spread all the muscle mass and definition easily, Sunny does boast a brighter, glowing complexion - much to the complaint of his mother, who can't seem to find the right foundation that doesn't make her skin break out into hives. The staple of Sunny's look depends solely on Sunny's smile: a slow, small thing that ever so gradually breaks into a beaming glow of white teeth. It reaches his eyes, adding a layer of depth to the star burst of green that envelopes the pool of white it settles in. His voice comes quiet, full of enthusiasm but never an octave or decibel higher than it needs to be. Not that he tries hard to keep his voice low, or anything (haha, he does; he tries so hard). Sunny's a strapping guy, peaked at teenage, physical prowess that belies a healthy and active lifestyle - comes to no surprise, with how much energy he seems to expend each day.

By no means could Sunny achieve perfection, though. Cheekbones may be cut with undoubted precision, but they tend to offset the prominent laugh lines and deep dimples that stretch his cheeks. His lips are plush and pert, making it look smaller than it is while it sits above his jutting chin and hard jawline. He walks with a slight slouch, appearing smaller than he actually is and has a notorious case of pigeon toes (they're slanted inward, toward each other, even when he walks). A minor bow-leg tops everything off in a very off balance set, with his lower have being rather heavy in the imperfections.

He doesn't mind, though; people find beauty in everything.

Aside from that, Sunny dresses mostly for the summer, preferring khaki shorts and tank tops that range from ill-fitting to a size too small. His shoes are usually slip-ons, Vans and the like, though he does own a pair of galaxy print converse that he totes around in on special occasions. He's not the most well dressed, but he does have some fashion sense. It shows in the usual things he wears and the fact that he's more than willing to switch it up without coming off as trying too hard or having no clue what he's doing. He supposes he's at least got some mind for how to not look dumb.

✔ Yellow
✔ Good Times; Good People
✔ Bad B-Films
✔ Cinematography
✔ Taking Photos
✔ Scenic Views
✔ Fluffy Aminals
✔ Existentialism

✘ The General Concept of Pessimism
✘ Excuses
✘ Fallacies and Liars
✘ Going Overboard on the Competitive Thing
✘ That Falling Feeling Just Before You Wake Up
✘ Tragedies
✘ Ginger (the food)
✘ Orange Juice

It seems trite to describe someone as a 'veritable ball of sunshine' however, how else can anyone describe Sunny? It's in his name.

That seems like an injustice, though. Who is Sunny besides that? That's honestly what a lot of people ask and it's the number one reason to dislike him. Too optimistic. Too happy. Too carefree. But it's like getting a card that sings 'Pocketful of Sunshine' on repeat. At first, it's like, 'Really? This song? Are you kidding me?' and then you open it again. And again. And again. And suddenly you're standing atop your bay windows in the middle of the afternoon shaking your hips for all the world to see, singing along like no one's business.

_{did you just describe that one scene from Easy A? The short answer: yes. The long answer: yes, definitely.}

Weird analogies aside, Sunny's depth lie between the lines of his upbeat personality. He's not overly enthusiastic, preferring the dopey smile to an all out beaming grin. There's always something to smile about, even in moments of duress - Sunny never has a bad word to say. And, well, yeah, he's the kind of person who likes to see the good inherent in everyone. The catch is that he knows when something like that matters and he knows when it doesn't mean a lick of anything. Potential means just that, untapped and there for the taking; potential is opportunity. While people have the potential to do dig the good from under the surface, it doesn't mean they'll take the opportunity when handed it. And to Sunny, it's more about doing the right thing than doing what he thinks is good and nice.

That doesn't mean he can't try, though. And maybe that's where he just kind of stumbles along.

Now, Sunny has a lot of friends - he doesn't care to count his enemies - and that's saying something. He's good at making nice, good at small talk, good at doing something kind and thoughtful, if small or trivial. But having a lot of 'friends' doesn't mean much when most of them wouldn't crawl to your corner in times of struggle. Sunny may have a lot of people he calls friends (read: acquaintances), but he doesn't have many people he could truly consider friends. People willing to be there for more than just what he gives them on the surface. People that he doesn't just say hi, wave, and move on. That's possibly Sunny's biggest flaw - getting lost in a sea of people. He likes to call it 'isolated in present company' as a joke to mostly himself and his mother.

In other circumstances, Sunny has a tendency to but into situations where he shouldn't. He likes to make things his business, especially if that thing comes at the expense of another person. Sometimes it just takes a moment to think about what he should do to stop himself and most of the time it never ends successfully. That's also possibly why he finds himself always arriving at the worst possible time. A lot of his efforts seem to be ill-timed and that's possibly his fault for having a knack for wandering. Sunny's mom always had a knack for finding him in the principal's office, clutching some random stray and going on about how a group of boys found it funny to throw rocks at it. Earning a few scraps for the sake of others, well, that's just a day in the life of Sunny Morris.

Seattle, Washington

A lot of Sunny's personality can be derived from an amalgamation of his mother and father's extremely awkward meet-cute.

Ya see, Daisy Cavendish had a knack for coming off as strong willed. Her coworkers coined the nickname Pushing Daisies - really creative bunch. Cross that lady and it ends up a sure fire way of landing in an early grave. Unfortunately, that attitude didn't come off as endearing enough to her newly minted boss, a misogynist through-and-through. Young upstart at a moderately well-known magazine turned into busting tables and giving handsy men the stink eye.

It so happened one of those handsy men ended up being Sunny's father - the definition of handsy being Daisy's own edit. The wild gestures of Jacob Morris landed him in stern talking to, having accidentally slapped every waiter in the restaurant square on the ass - his hands, like himself, did not discriminate. It went more like him sitting in the corner of his booth seat once he'd been seen alone, trying not to cry at Daisy's accusatory tone and thinly veiled threats of castration. Sadly, that earned her a dismissal immediately with her measly twenty bucks in tips.

However, the young man had a slight death wish and went after her in hopes of apologizing for being a little too out of sorts and for getting her fired. In fact, he offered her a job where he worked, which, in return, earned him a heavy slap to the face. Persistent as ever, he spat out another apology and offered to pay for her cab fair - what he thought would be another slap was a reluctant consideration on both the job offer and the cab fair. She never did allow him to pay the cab fair, but she took up the job in a heartbeat. Luckily for them, Daisy rode the chain of command higher than she expected, so it wasn't out of the question that once she was no longer his subordinate and she no longer thought he was a creep that they started dating.

A cute summary of how life ended up to where it eventually landed now, with his mother busy roaming the world and his father chasing the oddest dream in Sunny could conceivable think of - owning an herb and spices bookstore didn't seem like the most... exciting opportunity. When Sunny came along, things got rough before they could ever get better. Daisy seemed more preoccupied with ambition than she did settling down and Jacob looked more lost when it came to raising a kid than he did that one time he'd stumbled into a corn maze drunk visiting Daisy's family. Life, for the most part, didn't want to cooperate until thing looked far worse than they ever did. Tried and true, Sunny came out all smiles and their kid couldn't have been more of a godsend. Struggles or no, Sunny brightened any room he waddled into and made the dark, bleak world look a lot better off than it used to.

Usually, having an unexpected, unplanned kid left things hanging; it made things difficult and put pressure on an already festering wound. Sunny proved an exception and the definition of a happy accident. Without the boy to act as a cohesive to a pressured marriage, Daisy and Jacob might not have had it in them to continue, no matter their love for each other. Sunny, being the ball of sunshine that he is, made things easier while making other things harder. For the most part, he made the worst things seem minuscule in comparison to his shining smile.

And the world, to his parents, doesn't deserve a kid like him. (He doesn't think he deserves much, though, something that can't be changed so easily with a smile)

Sunny's mostly deaf and uses hearing aids. He's been such since the age of 12, due to a nasty flu virus causing sudden sensorineural hearing loss. The immediate treatment helped and over the course of a few days, Sunny got his hearing back. However, they'd waited just a moment too long and as the years go by, Sunny loses another volume of his hearing. He's got some shiny hearing aids, however, that help tremendously, even if it's not a permanent fix. So far, he's quite excellent at ASL and is currently working on learning how to read lips.

I love writing poetry when the inspiration hits me. I'm sure I have tons of crap saved up somewhere in a notebook or something. Haha. ;3;

Raven Aster (Az-tear) Willow

"Rave. It's alright, I suppose, but I prefer Ray."
Ray- It's boyish, but she finds it strangely likable.
Rave- It's bearable, but the girl isn't a party.

October 30th, 1998

Seventeen.

Cis Female.

Hetero-sexual.

Single as a Pringle.

"BLUE and proud."

Standing a full 5 feet, 6 inches tall (1.7 meters) Raven weighs 128 pounds (58 kilograms). With striking electric blue eyes and a 'default face' that gives off the impression that she is always thinking of something, the girl has ivory skin. Typically dressing in whites, blacks and grays, Raven can be found in red as well. Her chocolate brown hair can be seen left free falling in its loose, natural waves, a braid, or sometimes in an elaborate hairstyle. Rather in jeans or a dress, the girl always makes sure that there is something about her outfit that state the rebellious state of mind.

A light splash of freckles across the nose and under the eyes, the young woman is not really one for make-up unless it is mascara. Her lips are thin and pale. Her body could be considered a thin hour glass, having quite it's share of curves, which Raven enjoys showing off with a close fitting shirt or two.

•Singing random songs to herself
•Blurting out random facts at random moments
•Drinking
•Chewing the inside of her jaw
•Running to calm herself

-Losing Shawn
-Heights
-Clowns

-Kind at times.
-Headstrong
-Independent
-Witty

-Drama causing whore.
-Arrogant
-Rude at times
-Reserved

Raven, like her father is proud and takes pride in what she does. And, like her mother, can have a short temperament at times. Being placed on the blue team, of course the girl is arrogant, and will never back down from a dare, thinking that she can do anything that you can, perhaps even better. However, despite her similarities with the her parents and her arrogant streak, Raven is reserved, always have said to keep her feelings under lock and key. In fact, so reserved, it is said, by some, that the girl is not able to feel emotion at all. Years of reading various books on whatever subject that she could have added to her intelligence, giving the girl lot's of conversation topics to talk about.

However, Rave is a girl with a witty comeback for just about anything. If it comes off rude, well, you'll just have to decipher if it truly is or not. Despite her ability to go about and make friends and cary on conversation, at major events, the girl is actually really quiet. She is also very head strong and independent, always believing that she knows what is best for herself and others. She hates to be seen as a damsel in distress and will always try to do things on her own. On another note, she may come off as sweet and kind to people who get to know her. But there is always one thing that you should keep in mind; Nobody breaks this girls heart.

Under the skin, Raven is actually devious, and love to cause drama of sorts. Coming between two people who like each other, sure. Who says they were meant to be anyways? Besides being arrogant, she has a massive competitive streak and loves doing anything physical such as sports. She hates being told not to do something, and will go out of the way to see that it does indeed get done.

Savannah, Georgia, origianlly, but has lived in Miami, Florida for years now.

Raven was born it what could be considered a loving home, at the least. Her mother was a barista, her father a current grad from a local college and enlisted. in the army At first, Jezabella would never give Brian the time of day, but the young man was persistent. After the fifth time of asking for a date, Jezabella finally gave in. Turns out, they were a match made in heaven. Not six months later, they were married. However, just on the day that the woman was going to tell Brian that she was pregnant, he would be told that he was needed for a tour in the army. Slightly frightened, both of the adults stated their secrets. Excited as he was, Brian was happy to be a father. A week later he was deployed. A year later, he returned home to a beautiful wife and a baby with his eyes.

Off and on through her life, Vivian remembers seeing her father a total of five times. The time that she had with the man was precious, and is something that she will always hold dear to her heart, however, her father died in active duty when the girl was seven. Heartbroken, her mother barely took time to mourn, and continued her job, seeing to it that her child had the absolute best that she could. It was at this time that Vivian took an interest in her reading, and decided to read everything in sight.

At the age of ten, her mother met another man, who had a little boy her age by the name of Shawn. The two children met and the parents were married not five months later. It was an adjustment calling a new man her father, but Raven and Shawn hit it off at once, despite their differences. A plus, her new grandmother instantly liked the girl as well. Reading a book on Archery one day, she took a sudden interest. Just like with Shawns drumming, Raven proceeded to practice constantly and was finally put into a archery club at the age of eleven.

Always in her studies, Raven was also the slight social media queen of her friends, something that her parents didn't agree with at times. When both her and Shawn heard of Camp Liberty, her reaction was not positive. Raven didn't want to spend her summer at a stupid camp miles from home. But, regardless of her protests, she was sent to Camp Liberty anyway and sorted onto Team Blue. As it turns out, Raven was surrounded with other competitive people and, best of all, the people were winners. She returns this year with great enthusiasm.

Mentioned in both Shawns and Ariels forms.

Serafina Ariel Gray

"Ariel. Nothing more, nothing less."
-Ariel is the girls most common nickname, though is actually what she goes by. It's pronounced R-E-L.
-Sarah, a shortened version of her first name. She hates it, though has no idea why.
-Kitten/Kitty: She strangely likes this one, as it was derived one day by her friends when she hissed at them and since then, they have pointed out how similar she is or isn't to a cat.

August 13th, 1999

Seventeen.

Female

Bi-Demi. (Ariel is bisexual, but only has true feeling for people whom she has a emotional connection with.)

Single.

Nope.

Gray. *Gasps* "Now how ironic is that?"

Two.

"I'll stop wearing black when they come out with a darker color."
Ariels style is described as Grunge or borderline Emo. The young woman dresses selectively in all black the majority of the time, though will occasionally wear white or other dark colors. Skinny jeans are her favorite things for bottoms, though she can be found wearing shorts that are considered perhaps a little too short. Her hair is a dark brown, sometimes confused for black, and can be seen worn down or in a braid, perhaps in a ponytail when doing strenuous activities. Her bangs are what some may call choppy, and have no particular form, constantly swept to the left side of her face.

Makeup is something that Ariel is not a stranger to. Of course she isn’t going to spend four hours on the task in the morning, but eyeliner is practically one of the girls best friends, along with her mascara.

The young woman has a tattoo of an flying eagle in the middle of her lower arm.

-Doodling on anything and everything.
-Listening to a song and immediately downloading it after.
-Biting her lip at random times, just because she can.
-Singing aloud when she doesn’t realize it.
-"I curse like hell."

"Music is my drug and your opinion was never asked, darling."
Likes:
~Rock Music - Various bands such as Halestorm, Breaking Benjamin, Greenday, Icon For Hire, Mayday Parade, etc.
~Blogging - Ariel is a writer and has had her blog since the age of thirteen. As it turns out, people actually like it and she now has over 3k followers on the thing.
~Climbing anything.
~Youtube - Not only does the girl spend endless hours on the site, but she also has a youtube channel who people also like! 5k followers on this one. What can she say, she lives in a big city!
~Doing covers of her bands songs, which, of course, go on the youtube channel.
~Books - Someone take me to Barnes and Noble pleeeaaasssee."
~Playing various instruments - Ariel plays the acoustic and electric guitar, piano and a little bit of the violin.
~Science - Biology, mainly, but also astronomy.
~Dancing - Ariel mixes ballet and pop dancing together. These videos well, you get the point.
Dislikes:
~Being told to act like a lady.
~People judging her based on appearance and/or music taste.
~People just simply assuming what she feels or is going to do next. "Like, I'm sorry, but you don't know me like that, 'kay?"
~Bands like those of One Direction.
~Romance movies. Twilight is the worst.
~Hot drinks/Flat soda.
~Un-loyal people.
~Pink - The color and the Team. "Like... I will bite those people."
~Crying in front of others - Ariel sees this as a sign of weakness and read somewhere once that it actually defies science.

-Not being able to see the stars.
-Snakes
-Crowds/New people.
-People finding out about her depression.

~Feisty
~Goofy
~Brave
~Not angered easily.

~Sarcastic
~Has the tendency to say random, violent things.
~Socially awkward as freak.
~Random as heck.

On the outside looking in, Ariel is one of the most happy, socially awkward people that you could ever meet. Always saying something goofy, and having a way with words, the girl is the type to almost always have a smile on her face and is not quick to get angered. Having slight social anxiety is perhaps the reason for her social awkwardness, which causes her to say really random things. Ariel is the type of girl that may come off as a bitch, but she's the blunt kind of girl that when she says something mean, it's funny. Some may say that the girl is violent, with her outbursts of random, crazy, violent sayings but she probably won't choke you with a marshmellow. However, that's the coverup that she puts on.

The truth is, Serafina suffers from depression. The girl tends to keep her emotions bottled inside and simply do her best to release them through her blogs,videos,and music. She simply don't take any medication for it because she is to ashamed to talk about it, causing her to put on an act. Being socially awkward, it is hard for Ariel to express herself unless she is behind a screen, and, in fact, is shy when it comes to meeting new people. Of course, you may think how is she brave with all of this going on inside of her, but she's brave in a different way than you think. Ariel is brave enough to face the day starting out with a positive attitude no matter how bad she knows it's going to be.

The young woman hates drama, gossip, and any other thing of the sort. She can typically be seen hanging out with the guys at school, because she considers females to much drama. Of course, if you ask her how she is doing, you will receive a great and a goof thumbs up. Not being able to express herself truthfully angers her to no end, though, just like her true feelings, she doesn't let it show. In short, the girl is a half read book. To know her, you must first know the whole story.

Decatur, Illinois.

"Momma please forgive me, for Daddy says it's all my fault."

Serafina Ariel Gray was born in a city located in Illinois to the parents known as Marianna and Trillian Gray. Marriana was a surgeon and Trillian was, and is, a respectable member of the community, and one of the best lawyers around. However, just like with Ariel, that is not the true story about the man. Marianna thought that the man was great, they married just two years before their daughter was born, and the two were madly in love at the time. Trillian was a loving father up until the time that Ariel was five, and then something inside the man just... changed. When Ariel came home from school on the bus, she assumed that her father was just upset shouting about a case, just as he usually did at times. What she walked in on was horrible. Her mother was in the floor, her arms shielding her face as her father hit her over and over. There was various holes in the walls, and many of the families pictures had fallen to the floor, the glass broken. Not understanding what was going on, tears started to wet the little girls face. "Mommy," she said, her voice scared and shaking. Both of her parents turned to look at her, her mother getting up with a tear soaked face as well, rushing to her and wrapping her in a hug.

These episodes went on until Ariel was the age of nine. Fed up with her father's ways, the little girl did her best to get in between her parents. The man instead unleashed his anger on her, and this was the first time that Ariel felt her fathers wrath. Her mother did her best to stop him as well, and in the end, he did, but not before bruises had formed on Ariels skin. This happened on and off until the age of 12 -perhaps every three months or so-, when Marianna was killed in a car crash. It was this night that the girl seen that side of her father once more, multiplied.

It was at the age of thirteen that she tried to break away, and find a release for what she was feeling inside. Turning to her music more and more, Ariel also created a blog and a youtube channel with her dancing and singing. She started to draw and climb trees, staying outside of that dreaded house as long as she could. She took up baby sitting jobs and began to save her own money to do things. It was at the age of fourteen that she realized she was truly depressed. Her school life was horrible and filled with bullies, and most of all, she couldn't understand her father. How could he function and be so normal outside of the home, but yet a monster within?

It was at the age of fifteen when Ariel officially stood up for herself. When her father hit her that night, she simply pulled a knife on him. "So help me, if you lay one more hand on me I will make sure you never do it again. You may be my father, but you haven't earned the right to do this to me." Just as usual, tears were running down her face. Trillians facial expression changed from anger, to fear, to sorrow. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Disgusted with what she seen before her she slammed the knife down on the counter and ran to her room.

Getting on her blog once more and talked to a person who had messaged her with a similar problem. This was how she found out about Camp Liberty. Running back downstairs, she shoved the laptop at her father. "I want to go. I want to go to this camp." Reluctantly, the two had the longest conversation that they had in years, and her father agreed.

Winslow Winifred Washington.

Winnie - a common nickname that Winslow particularly hates but is often on the receiving end of. She hates names that have the 'e' sound at the end, but its overly convenient for others to call her such a nickname considering her first name and middle name fit the bill.

Win - a pet name used sometimes by close friends and relatives, it simplifies conversation and allows it to go by quicker. Winslow doesn't particularly hate it, as long as it is used sparingly and for time purposes rather than a permanent name.

But please - just call her Winslow.

20 April 1999.

Seventeen.

Female.

Homosexual (In the Closet).

Single (all the single ladies, now put your hands up!).

Experimented.

Red.

Three.

Winslow has the face of a sweet yankee girl – often led to believe so because of her pale ass skin and “sophisticated” facial features. Many people sometimes expect Southern Americans to look like downright heathens – weird teeth, dirty blonde hair, and big wide smiles. What people don’t expect is the pale, smooth skin of Winslow with slight, faint freckles on her cheek and an apathetic face void of strong emotions. Her hair is red (not auburn, not orange, but the natural color of the gingerfolk) and falls in waves to the tip of her stomach. Winslow doesn’t mess with it much – she prefers to just brush it in the morning and not touch it for the rest of the day. She hates wearing makeup as she often forgets that she put it on and rubs her eye – however, from time to time, she’ll wear a bit of foundation and eye makeup. Though, she is rather liberal with her use of chapstick. She is around 5’6” in height and is rather on the skinny side with an average figure. However, she’s been working on building up the muscle (though it hasn’t been going well, she’s naturally born with a stick figure) and fat in her body. Winslow is quite satisfied with her legs, though, as they are long and she likes to show them off in jean shorts sometimes. When it comes to clothes, Winslow prefers the simple – jeans, tanktop or t-shirt, a jacket or something. At wild teenage parties or special occasions, Winslow likes to wear a wide range of clothes – but she enjoys showing her legs on such days. Her voice is rather light and lilting, with a slight Southern accent that she likes to hide (though it slips out at the most inopportune times). Winslow smells like strawberries and ink.

🌚 Tends to apply and reapply chapstick as a nervous tick
🌚 Yes, she is....a vaper. When reading, Winslow typically vapes due to it making her feel like Bilbo Baggins in the beginning of The Hobbit.
🌚 When extremely annoyed, Winslow tends to make an exaggerated disgusted, sardonic face.
🌚 Cosplays and LARPs (shhhh, no one can know!)
🌚 Her Southern accent becomes really prominent when she's upset

☁️ Cryptography
☁️ Books (Favorites: The Lord of the Rings series and the Prose and Poetic Edda)
☁️ Martial Arts (Practices Muay Thai and knows a bit of Karate)
☁️ Watching boxing matches
☁️ Violin music (though she doesn't play)
☁️ French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
☁️ Milo's Sweet Tea

⛈ Dogs (Small ones especially)
⛈ Television (It's really boring to her)
⛈ Coffee
⛈ Soda
⛈ Morons (though she pretends to be one)
⛈ Pretentious pricks (if you say whilst she will shove a stapler down your goddamn throat)
⛈ Religious people (including athiests that like to stuff their thoughts down your throat)

Due to being a foster child, Winslow has a fear of being abandoned - the day she turns eighteen and her mother doesn't come for her might be the saddest day of her life. Small dogs are the bane of Winslow's existence and will run if she sees one (chihuahua's are fucking scary man).

💧 Scholarly
💧 Conscientious
💧 Dedicated
💧 Demiurgic

🔥 Temperamental
🔥 Morose
🔥 Inhibited
🔥 Blasé

Winslow has two personalities, as confusing as it is: a faux personality she shows to others and a genuine personality reserved only for herself and perhaps a close friend or two.

It’s easy for others to describe her – Winslow is incapable of creating a three-dimensional second personality, after all, so there are cracks. When others see her, they see the typical jock. Her mind seems empty to others; Winslow projects an uncaring stupidity so others don’t question her or bother her with unneeded arguments or discussions. She comes off as a complete meathead with interests in nothing but boxing, wrestling, and martial arts. In order to embrace such a persona, Winslow often incorporates a seventh grade humor “that’s what she said” and crude, yet misinformed, sex jokes. Winslow tends to act arrogantly and impulsively to subscribe herself to the jock stereotype.

The only real trait in the faux personality is her hot-headed, temperamental nature. Winslow doesn’t take well to other people wronging her and her temper has a tendency to get incredibly hot in an incredible amount of time. She is incapable of letting it simmer, but instead lashes out the moment she is angered. Winslow reacts in most situations aggressively – when sad or upset, Winslow would rather respond with heated anger and sharp words than depraved tears and desolation.

Other than her love of martial arts and temperament, the rest of such a projected personality is utterly fake – almost hilariously so. If people knew, many would ask why she pretends as such. Is it to keep her heart guarded? Is it out of a pure need to manipulate others? No, it’s much more simple than that. Winslow is a complete and unsalvageable nerd.

While she acts like a total moron, Winslow is rather educated. Intelligent or smart is the wrong word to use in regards to her because she is not naturally so – her level of education is the fruit of labor. Winslow is a scholarly woman who likes to spend her time learning and thoroughly picking a part every bit of information she can find. If Winslow wishes to have an opinion on a certain subject, she researches that subject till her fingers are cramping and cut! In addition, she is a rather thorough person, overall. Winslow diligently and carefully sorts through all the facts, assesses all the evidence, and measures all the risks before doing anything. As a nice compliment to such a knowledge-seeking personality, Winslow often has to have a dedicated and diligent mind. Matter of fact, Winslow is one of the hardest working people her friends have ever known – she will work herself to death if she could (and many of her friends back home predicted that she will become a workaholic in the future). She will spend hours making sure she reaches her goals and often has to be dragged away from whatever she is currently working on. However, she has plenty of time to do work considering she is intensely introverted and will become emotionally distressed if around a group of people for more than a few hours at a time.

Of course she is not without her bad traits. Other than being temperamental, Winslow is rather apathetic towards other’s plights when it does not directly involve her. She tends to live life with a lack of vigor, only going through the motions. She is rather bored with the modern world and spends her head tucked between the pages of a fantasy book entailing magical adventures. As it is, though she holds many opinions, she has no care of arguing for them or changing others’ minds to see it from her side. Furthermore, Winslow lives an inhibited life – tightly controlled with careful calculations and a life of no risks. Winslow is a control freak that has to have everything in between her fingers because surprises make her extremely nervous and being taken aback is unsettling for her. She enjoys knowing that everything is orderly and predictable – which, perhaps, is why her life is so boring, because she knows everything that is going to happen. Unfortunately for those who do know her, they will often have to deal with her rather morose personality. Winslow is a moody teenager who will have moments of melancholy and somedays cannot seem to get out of bed. She is rather pessimistic and has a hard time seeing the good in anything!

But, what she’s really ashamed of, is her level of geekiness. Winslow embraces the life of a fangirl – she must know everything about the things she enjoys and, opposite of her personality, becomes rather passionate and excited about her literary wanderings and movie choices. She overanalyzes books and uses such forms of entertainments as an escape from her daily life. Cosplay is a natural step in life for her and she could talk hours, days, years about hobbits and house elves.

Mobile, Alabama

Life started out simple enough for Winslow. She was born in a small town near Mobile, Alabama to parents that have never left the state, let alone the country. They grew up small town, and lived small town. Winslow’s parents were high school sweethearts that made the mistake of marrying too soon and grew up hating each other. Around nineteen years old, Winslow’s mother gave birth to her which ruined her dreams of going to college and obtaining a career (or maybe it was her lack of motivation and a ready excuse that allowed Winslow’s mother to settle). Winslow’s mother settled as a waitress while Winslow’s father made money through his mechanic career. As the marriage went on, Winslow’s mother and father realized they hated each other and divorced like most high school sweethearts.

After the divorce, Winslow’s mother picked up other recreational activities to fill the time that, before, had been used to argue with her husband. Such activities being alcohol, sex, and drugs. Though Winslow knew her mother loved her, her mother slowly was engulfed by addiction and soon loss functionality in regular day life. She was fired from her job after coming blackout drunk and she could no longer support her daughter. They lived day to day on the small amount of child support that Winslow’s father sent in. When Winslow was twelve, she got a job at a restaurant where she was paid under the table (tax free, thankfully) because she was too young. However, when Winslow’s mother attempted to pick up Winslow from school while intoxicated, the school’s administration called child services. In court, Winslow’s mother was seen as unfit as Winslow’s guardian and her daughter was put into the foster system.

For a couple of months, Winslow bounced around in the foster system – house to house. However, when Winslow’s mother did not clean up her act, months turned to years and Winslow became a teenager. Of course, the two kept in touch as much as they could and had supervised visits; but it wasn’t enough for the lonely Winslow. She grew up roughly, always feeling unwanted by her mother, father, and all the foster families that took her in and turned her back over. Eventually, Winslow came to the Smith family. They were a generic, suburban family that was taking in a foster child for the first time. However, Winslow grew on them and they on her, so they stayed together for quite a while (they would have adopted her, but Winslow didn’t want that because of her hope of her mother coming back for her). They bought her a computer, gave her the nicest clothes they could, and even sent her to Camp Liberty over the summer. Maybe it's because they are so good to her that Winslow hasn't come out of the closet yet; she's afraid that the extremely conservative family will send her back like everyone else has.

Winslow Winifred Washington.

Winnie - a common nickname that Winslow particularly hates but is often on the receiving end of. She hates names that have the 'e' sound at the end, but its overly convenient for others to call her such a nickname considering her first name and middle name fit the bill.

Win - a pet name used sometimes by close friends and relatives, it simplifies conversation and allows it to go by quicker. Winslow doesn't particularly hate it, as long as it is used sparingly and for time purposes rather than a permanent name.

But please - just call her Winslow.

20 April 1999.

Seventeen.

Female.

Homosexual (In the Closet).

Single (all the single ladies, now put your hands up!).

Experimented.

Red.

Three.

Winslow has the face of a sweet yankee girl – often led to believe so because of her pale ass skin and “sophisticated” facial features. Many people sometimes expect Southern Americans to look like downright heathens – weird teeth, dirty blonde hair, and big wide smiles. What people don’t expect is the pale, smooth skin of Winslow with slight, faint freckles on her cheek and an apathetic face void of strong emotions. Her hair is red (not auburn, not orange, but the natural color of the gingerfolk) and falls in waves to the tip of her stomach. Winslow doesn’t mess with it much – she prefers to just brush it in the morning and not touch it for the rest of the day. She hates wearing makeup as she often forgets that she put it on and rubs her eye – however, from time to time, she’ll wear a bit of foundation and eye makeup. Though, she is rather liberal with her use of chapstick. She is around 5’6” in height and is rather on the skinny side with an average figure. However, she’s been working on building up the muscle (though it hasn’t been going well, she’s naturally born with a stick figure) and fat in her body. Winslow is quite satisfied with her legs, though, as they are long and she likes to show them off in jean shorts sometimes. When it comes to clothes, Winslow prefers the simple – jeans, tanktop or t-shirt, a jacket or something. At wild teenage parties or special occasions, Winslow likes to wear a wide range of clothes – but she enjoys showing her legs on such days. Her voice is rather light and lilting, with a slight Southern accent that she likes to hide (though it slips out at the most inopportune times). Winslow smells like strawberries and ink.

🌚 Tends to apply and reapply chapstick as a nervous tick
🌚 Yes, she is....a vaper. When reading, Winslow typically vapes due to it making her feel like Bilbo Baggins in the beginning of The Hobbit.
🌚 When extremely annoyed, Winslow tends to make an exaggerated disgusted, sardonic face.
🌚 Cosplays and LARPs (shhhh, no one can know!)
🌚 Her Southern accent becomes really prominent when she's upset

☁️ Cryptography
☁️ Books (Favorites: The Lord of the Rings series and the Prose and Poetic Edda)
☁️ Martial Arts (Practices Muay Thai and knows a bit of Karate)
☁️ Watching boxing matches
☁️ Violin music (though she doesn't play)
☁️ French Fries w/ sweet and sour sauce
☁️ Milo's Sweet Tea

⛈ Dogs (Small ones especially)
⛈ Television (It's really boring to her)
⛈ Coffee
⛈ Soda
⛈ Morons (though she pretends to be one)
⛈ Pretentious pricks (if you say whilst she will shove a stapler down your goddamn throat)
⛈ Religious people (including athiests that like to stuff their thoughts down your throat)

Due to being a foster child, Winslow has a fear of being abandoned - the day she turns eighteen and her mother doesn't come for her might be the saddest day of her life. Small dogs are the bane of Winslow's existence and will run if she sees one (chihuahua's are fucking scary man).

💧 Scholarly
💧 Conscientious
💧 Dedicated
💧 Demiurgic

🔥 Temperamental
🔥 Morose
🔥 Inhibited
🔥 Blasé

Winslow has two personalities, as confusing as it is: a faux personality she shows to others and a genuine personality reserved only for herself and perhaps a close friend or two.

It’s easy for others to describe her – Winslow is incapable of creating a three-dimensional second personality, after all, so there are cracks. When others see her, they see the typical jock. Her mind seems empty to others; Winslow projects an uncaring stupidity so others don’t question her or bother her with unneeded arguments or discussions. She comes off as a complete meathead with interests in nothing but boxing, wrestling, and martial arts. In order to embrace such a persona, Winslow often incorporates a seventh grade humor “that’s what she said” and crude, yet misinformed, sex jokes. Winslow tends to act arrogantly and impulsively to subscribe herself to the jock stereotype.

The only real trait in the faux personality is her hot-headed, temperamental nature. Winslow doesn’t take well to other people wronging her and her temper has a tendency to get incredibly hot in an incredible amount of time. She is incapable of letting it simmer, but instead lashes out the moment she is angered. Winslow reacts in most situations aggressively – when sad or upset, Winslow would rather respond with heated anger and sharp words than depraved tears and desolation.

Other than her love of martial arts and temperament, the rest of such a projected personality is utterly fake – almost hilariously so. If people knew, many would ask why she pretends as such. Is it to keep her heart guarded? Is it out of a pure need to manipulate others? No, it’s much more simple than that. Winslow is a complete and unsalvageable nerd.

While she acts like a total moron, Winslow is rather educated. Intelligent or smart is the wrong word to use in regards to her because she is not naturally so – her level of education is the fruit of labor. Winslow is a scholarly woman who likes to spend her time learning and thoroughly picking a part every bit of information she can find. If Winslow wishes to have an opinion on a certain subject, she researches that subject till her fingers are cramping and cut! In addition, she is a rather thorough person, overall. Winslow diligently and carefully sorts through all the facts, assesses all the evidence, and measures all the risks before doing anything. As a nice compliment to such a knowledge-seeking personality, Winslow often has to have a dedicated and diligent mind. Matter of fact, Winslow is one of the hardest working people her friends have ever known – she will work herself to death if she could (and many of her friends back home predicted that she will become a workaholic in the future). She will spend hours making sure she reaches her goals and often has to be dragged away from whatever she is currently working on. However, she has plenty of time to do work considering she is intensely introverted and will become emotionally distressed if around a group of people for more than a few hours at a time.

Of course she is not without her bad traits. Other than being temperamental, Winslow is rather apathetic towards other’s plights when it does not directly involve her. She tends to live life with a lack of vigor, only going through the motions. She is rather bored with the modern world and spends her head tucked between the pages of a fantasy book entailing magical adventures. As it is, though she holds many opinions, she has no care of arguing for them or changing others’ minds to see it from her side. Furthermore, Winslow lives an inhibited life – tightly controlled with careful calculations and a life of no risks. Winslow is a control freak that has to have everything in between her fingers because surprises make her extremely nervous and being taken aback is unsettling for her. She enjoys knowing that everything is orderly and predictable – which, perhaps, is why her life is so boring, because she knows everything that is going to happen. Unfortunately for those who do know her, they will often have to deal with her rather morose personality. Winslow is a moody teenager who will have moments of melancholy and somedays cannot seem to get out of bed. She is rather pessimistic and has a hard time seeing the good in anything!

But, what she’s really ashamed of, is her level of geekiness. Winslow embraces the life of a fangirl – she must know everything about the things she enjoys and, opposite of her personality, becomes rather passionate and excited about her literary wanderings and movie choices. She overanalyzes books and uses such forms of entertainments as an escape from her daily life. Cosplay is a natural step in life for her and she could talk hours, days, years about hobbits and house elves.

Mobile, Alabama

Life started out simple enough for Winslow. She was born in a small town near Mobile, Alabama to parents that have never left the state, let alone the country. They grew up small town, and lived small town. Winslow’s parents were high school sweethearts that made the mistake of marrying too soon and grew up hating each other. Around nineteen years old, Winslow’s mother gave birth to her which ruined her dreams of going to college and obtaining a career (or maybe it was her lack of motivation and a ready excuse that allowed Winslow’s mother to settle). Winslow’s mother settled as a waitress while Winslow’s father made money through his mechanic career. As the marriage went on, Winslow’s mother and father realized they hated each other and divorced like most high school sweethearts.

After the divorce, Winslow’s mother picked up other recreational activities to fill the time that, before, had been used to argue with her husband. Such activities being alcohol, sex, and drugs. Though Winslow knew her mother loved her, her mother slowly was engulfed by addiction and soon loss functionality in regular day life. She was fired from her job after coming blackout drunk and she could no longer support her daughter. They lived day to day on the small amount of child support that Winslow’s father sent in. When Winslow was twelve, she got a job at a restaurant where she was paid under the table (tax free, thankfully) because she was too young. However, when Winslow’s mother attempted to pick up Winslow from school while intoxicated, the school’s administration called child services. In court, Winslow’s mother was seen as unfit as Winslow’s guardian and her daughter was put into the foster system.

For a couple of months, Winslow bounced around in the foster system – house to house. However, when Winslow’s mother did not clean up her act, months turned to years and Winslow became a teenager. Of course, the two kept in touch as much as they could and had supervised visits; but it wasn’t enough for the lonely Winslow. She grew up roughly, always feeling unwanted by her mother, father, and all the foster families that took her in and turned her back over. Eventually, Winslow came to the Smith family. They were a generic, suburban family that was taking in a foster child for the first time. However, Winslow grew on them and they on her, so they stayed together for quite a while (they would have adopted her, but Winslow didn’t want that because of her hope of her mother coming back for her). They bought her a computer, gave her the nicest clothes they could, and even sent her to Camp Liberty over the summer. Maybe it's because they are so good to her that Winslow hasn't come out of the closet yet; she's afraid that the extremely conservative family will send her back like everyone else has.