Tricia Stevens.

Female.

Sixteen.

Eucalyptus.

Heterosexual.

Currently single.

● Fun
● Carefree
● Outgoing
● Adventurous
● Loyal

● Irresponsible
● Lazy
● Obnoxious
● Unmotivated
● Addictive

● Nightowl
● Doesn't know how to swim
● Chews her nails when she is nervous
● Always has someone elses lighter in her pockets

● Smoking weed
● Listening to music
● Avoiding being grounded
● Doodling on her legs with pen

+ Sneaking smokes and drinks
+ Spending time with her "friends"
+ Dancing until her legs ache
+ Taking naps during all times of the day
- Being too girlie girl
- When people don't know how to relax
- Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
- Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries

Tricia was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Michael and Kimberly. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Tricia's father had said he had other places to be, thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about twelve dollars in singles.

Kimberly now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life in California. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Tricia was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in a small trailer park, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without many material goods. Though Tricia didn't live a glamorous life, she learned early on how much value there was in a strong family, true friends, and a good time.

As her little grew into the age where teenagers start to experiment with smoking, drinking, and other questionable activities the signs of being a troubled kid came right into view. Kimberly wasn't going to stand for her daughter to make the same mistakes she did and forced the girl to get a job this summer.

Daniella James Aka Dani

Female

17

Blue Bird

Hetero/Bi curious

Single and looking

Energetic
Intelligent
Well educated via reading
Resilient
Quick to “get over it”

Stubborn
A know it all
Oblivious
Unintentionally Rude
Quick to anger

Has almost encyclopedic knowledge of basic medical info
Always has at least two pens at any time
Early bird.
Sings when she cleans

Reading
Studying (She plans to go to Med school)
Stitching. She took up embroidery, and other needle work to perfect her hand eye coordination
Cleaning

Likes having everything organized
Dislikes Chaos
Likes quiet
Dislikes loud partying

Dani grew up the child of fairly well off parents, they weren’t rich, but comfortably upper middle class. Her parents had been poor as children, and decided that their kids needed to learn the value of a dollar, so while they kept telling Dani they would HELP with college and med school, she was going to have to work for it.

Dani decided that an isolated place would be a great place to study and catch up on some of her other skills this summer.

Kyle Trager

Male

17

Cactus

Heterosexual....mostly. Sometimes wonders what kissing a guy would be like

Single

+ Spending time outside
+Playing video games
+Smoking weed on occasion
+Watching television
- School
-Being forced to do things
-People who are too emotional

For much of Kyle's life his family wasn't in the best of spots. They lived in a nice enough place, but things always seemed a little tight. That all changed though when his grandfather died. Apparently he had a lot of money, and luckily Kyle's mom was his favourite daughter, so after that money wasn't so tight. Often times Kyle feels lucky he grew up without all that money, it taught him respect and humility. Now money wasn't an issue so his family could go on more vacations, and just do more in general.

Kyle doesn't do the best in school. Mostly because there seems to be an endless torrent of take home work from his perspective. He's fine doing school work while at school but when he goes home that should be his time. His lack of care for a lot of things is what made his parents push him in to a summer job. At least this was something Kyle figured he wouldn't mind much. He'd be outdoors and alone, kind of, for the summer.

Felix 'West' Westbrook

Male

Eighteen

Doe

Bisexual

Single

Being born to two rather wealthy parents wasn't so bad, was it? Felix was born to two upper class parents. He was raised among two siblings, a brother and a sister. He was the youngest child, and in his parent's eyes, the one that was lacking. Thinking that their youngest child would be a disappointment to the family. They were right, but they caused the problem. With their way of thinking, they bore down on Felix, pressing him to do the best he could and follow very strict rules. He did as he was told, at least until he grew into his teens. That's when he couldn't take it any longer. He started to rebel against his parents, pushing back against them, showing he would take any more. He would be who he wanted, no matter what they thought.

Through his life, Felix had always leaned towards music, and with his parent's wanting him to be cultured and well off like them, he was forced into classical lessons. Though when he picked up his first guitar and got himself into lessons for it, he took right to it. When he was going through school, he would do all he could to get into music classes, wanting to learn more, finding he soon wanted to be a musician. He found his dream in traveling the states, playing wherever he could to entertain others.

Throughout school, he was usually picked on and teased for being the rich kid, and left alone. He did well enough in classes, keeping his grades up so he wouldn't get an earful from his parents. Once his rebellious 'faze' kicked in, he let his studies go as well as he could, for himself, not anyone else.

Once nearing his last year of high school, Felix had ended up moving out his home, living out of his car that he had saved up so dearly for (after his first electric guitar, of course). He couldn't take their nagging any longer and following his dreams seemed to be the best way to show his family he would be his own person. He would make his dreams reality. Now, he just needed money, something to get a little start off. When he caught word of the positions at Camp Kanarock, he jumped right on the opportunity, knowing that it would be the boost he would need, and from the sounds of it things would be pretty easy.

Vanessa Chambers (Ness/Nessa)

Female

Eighteen

Garden Snake

Heterosexual

Currently single

+ Spicy foods
+ Cats
+ Star gazing
+ Drawing objects (not people)
+ Cutting out and collecting words from magazines
- Interruptions of her schedule
- Wet socks
- People telling her to relax
- Wasting time or money
- Rainy weather

When Vanessa was 10 years old, her mother succumbed to post-partum depression. Being the eldest of five, Nessa, who from the time she could walk had always possessed a very low tolerance for tomfoolery, became very mature very quickly. Her father was poor and uneducated, thus leaving him with a low paying job and a tendency to lean a bit too heavily on his eldest daughter when it came to helping with the younger children and keeping the house in order. She learned exactly what a lack of planning for ones future would result in-- and in her father's case it was a fucked up liver, too many mouths to feed, and a painfully obvious lack of money.

As soon as she turned 14, Nessa began searching for a part time job. She wasn't entirely unpleasant back then, but she didn't allot much time for friends. Eventually her tendency to always put work and money before play started to take it's toll. As a result, Vanessa grew up with many acquaintances in place of friends. Mostly undeterred, she used the extra time to challenge herself in both her academics and her artwork. Inspired by space, spray painting stars and nebulae soon emerged as her niche.

Academically, she took business classes and excelled in math above all. She began selling her artwork and was soon bringing in almost as much money as her father, though she never told him this. A large portion of her wages went towards spackling gaps in her family's finances. Always on the look out for the best paying summer jobs, Vanessa was one of the first to apply when she found the position at Camp Kanarock. Hugging her father and siblings goodbye, she jumped into her recently-purchased-and-anything-but-new little car and set off to claim her fortune.

Quinten Antrican

Male

17

Watchtower Frog

Bisexual

Single

Careful
Forthright
Patient
Innovative

Prone to an outburst if pushed.
Self Deprecating
Pessimistic
Stubborn

● He’ll try to make a pun or joke about a situation if he feels it is appropriate.
● He’ll generally have a sketchbook and pencil or pen with him wherever he goes.
● He’s a quick learner when it comes to various activities.
● Early Bird.

● Singing
●Sketching
●Track and Field
●Reading

+ Trying new food
+ Sketching people or animals
+ Coming up with various plans or ideas.

- People who think more for themselves than others.
- People who are apathetic.
- Alcohol and Smoking

Quinten’s start in life was, to him, the lowest of the low. It was a family of 6, 1 older brother, 2 older sisters, and his father and mother living in a cramped apartment. His father had been in the military for several years now, but his pay was less than ideal, and as such, the little income the family made often had them sleeping in hunger, hoping that after bills they would have enough to pay for food. Often his grandparents from his father’s side would have to send them a little support money just so they could get by.

Another reason they were often on tough times was that his father was an alcoholic. Instead of working harder, he drank harder to hide the humility he felt for having such a bad start for a family, being that he couldn’t properly provide for them. He often took this anger out on the children, with Quinten being the most susceptible as he was the youngest and weakest.

When it came to school, Quinten has felt as if he's never really had to try to get a good grade. He has maintained A’s and B’s as a majority of his free time is spent towards homework. While he doesn’t mind that, he’s often surprised he does so well because he lacks confidence in himself. This also extends to his sketching and singing interests. While he has a talent for them, he is often too nervous to show his sketches or sing in front of other people.

With a rush of financial trouble coming if Quinten wants to continue to college unlike his siblings, he ultimately decided to get a summer job in hopes that he could start saving more now so that he could leave his parents later. He didn't want to be stuck in a place where he felt he wasn't welcomed, and the job would allow him some solitude away from his father as well.

Darius Blake Moggs

Male

16

Cactus

Bisexual

Single

● Gregarious
● Contagiously Enthusiastic
● Ultimately idealistic, despite all of the negativity he can spout about people
● Adventurous
● Selfless
● Honest
● Humorous
● Independent, or at least attempts to be
● Capable of cunning

● Hedonistic
● Rowdy
● Immature
● Rebellious
● Can come across as an annoying contrarian
● Vengeful
● Impulsive
● Unorganized
● Unhappy

● Firm disbeliever of anything mystic and considers philosophy concerning reality's authenticity as an annoying waste of time
● Wants to overthrow the government. Interested in politics
● Knows how to lockpick
● Hates needing to sleep, but loves sleeping.
● Something of a history buff
● Fears reality not being real

● Skating
● Spray painting
● Smonking
● Drinking
● Stealing
● Gambling
● Trespassing. Adventuring
● Viddy games
● Reading tragedies—Shakespeare's especially— and Emma Goldman's works.
● Debating

+Da Smonk
+Nature
+Partying
+Masks
+Tragedies
+Sandwiches (actual picture of Darius)
+Dark humor
+Anarchism
+Masks
-Quietness
-Arbitrary rules
-Fucking Wheat Bread
-Fascists
-Killjoys
-His father

"Do you see what you fucking did? You! You killed our marriage you little piece of shit... If she had listened to me about you I wouldn't even have to be dealing with any of this right now... Are you even fucking hearing me?!"

His father's departure wasn't exactly Darius' happiest moment. Life was actually pretty alright up to around that point, though. He lived with his mother, his father, and a stray cat he named Winston Smith. They were never rich but they got by, and hr did good in school socially and academically. Father's way of raising kids usually included some corporal punishment, but most parents' way did, right? Mother let it persist until one of the whoopings seemed to be getting especially brutal. Daring to raise a hand against his father, a fight broke out between the two until mom came to the rescue, simultaneously causing a crack in her marriage when she sided with her son. The crack only grew until eventually their marriage snapped in two, the final blow being Mrs.Moggs finding out about Mr.Moggs' mistress. Yep. Before completely disappearing from his life, Darius' dad blamed him for the whole thing, said have fun being a constant reminder 'n' leech to your mother, among many other vile things.

Alone and without the comfort or support of who she saw as her soulmate, Darius' mother got intoxicated whenever she wasn't trying to provide for her child. With little monitoring or really anything stopping him, the teen eventually engaged in drug use along with other delinquent behavior, treating life as his own little playground. Meanwhile in an attempt to make ends meet, his mother sold drugs and occasionally prostituted herself until all of her illegal activities caught up to her, resulting in her arrest. Afterwards Darius was put into foster care. He saw some good caretakers, but he also met some terrible ones that imprinted themselves into his memory far better.

Being adopted and his mom being arrested didn't change his "bad" choices to "good" ones, though. His hatred for authority and "the man" is the most consistent thing he's had. Drugs, fights, and parties, it seems Darius' sole purposes are to seek pleasure and piss off "the man". You may be wondering, how is it that he decided to get a job? The answer is getting paid for doing nothing is better than mowing people's lawns! As long as the higher ups don't try and enforce some bullshit, this will be the best job he's had so far.

Tori

Female

16

Blue Bird

Heterosexual

Single. For now.

⍻ Talkative
⍻ Social
⍻ Organized
⍻ Hard-working

⍻ Too talkative (Doesn’t let others talk)
⍻ Asks too many questions
⍻ Constantly eating something
⍻ Always finds a way to hurt her ankles (But it’s never a serious injury)

⍻ Loves to eat cans of silkworms (Enter at own risk)
⍻ Always carries around one small, round stone
⍻ Attempting to learn how to pen spin

⍻ Creating friendship bracelets
⍻Finding pretty stones/rocks
⍻ Decorating her planner

+ Pretty stones/rocks
+ Talking to others
+ Stickers for planners
+ Listening to music

- Being Alone
- Rainy days
- People who procrastinate

Tori is an only child. She grew up with no one to talk to, as her parents were always busy working. Still to this day, she is not sure what her parents’ jobs were. She never bothered to ask, because her parents basically never talked to her. The family had enough money for Tori to get what she wanted, though, so she never complained. Tori has always wondered what it would feel like to have a sibling, especially a brother. She was always jealous of girls with brothers, as she thought that a brother would help so much in her life. The brother could tell her about guys, and she could tell him about girls. She would understand the world so much better. And it would be easier to talk to people of the opposite gender.

When Tori was 15 years old, she decided to leave the comfort of her parents’ home. She believed that it would be easier to ease herself into the outside world if she took up a part-time job. She had been desperate, and had signed up for the first job she saw on the newspaper. This job happened to be the graveyard maintenance job. She chatted away with the people who came to visit their loved ones. It was obvious that those people wanted some silence to grieve, but Tori had been bored. A graveyard really WAS quiet. There had been no one to talk to. She was actually kind of glad that she had been fired. She hoped there would be more people to talk to in this job.