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[color=crimson][i]"What do you look at me for, huh?!"[/i][/color]
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[sub]Camille Tremblay

He/him   [b]|[/b]   16   [b]|[/b]   French-Canadian (Acadian)   [b]|[/b]   5'6''  [b]|[/b]   110 lbs      
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Fear
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[color=crimson][i]"You think how I speak is funny? I will make you regret it."[/i][/color]
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[b]French  ⫻[/b] French is Camille's first language, and he can speak, read and write it fluently. His English is a lot clumsier...
[b]Fisticuffs  ⫻[/b] Camille can and [i]will[/i] kick your ass if you piss him off. Or if you scare him. Kinda hard to tell between the 2 with him.
[b]Worryingly high pain tolerance  ⫻[/b] Camille has learned to power through pain over the years. Bruises and broken bones don't bother him nearly has much as they should.
[b]Literature knowledge  ⫻[/b] Well-versed in classical and French literature.[/sub][/hider]

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[color=crimson][i]"Do not fucking look at me."[/i][/color]

[indent]Camille is pale, too pale for it to look healthy. He looks skin and bones, too, as if he doesn't quite eat enough. Despite this, and his shorter height, he's surprisingly strong. His hair is long and a bit unkempt, and he's clearly not gotten them cut in a long time. His eyes perpetually dart around, and his gaze is both deeply exhausted and filled with a wild, almost manic gleam. He's often sporting bruises both from fights and general clumsiness.

His clothes are cheap and visibly old, as well as occasionally stained, but never truly damaged. He's always dressed in a variety of plain t-shirts, old discoloured sweaters, and scuffed jeans.

He looks a lot like his mother. He hates it. He also hates being looked at too much. He tries not to think about it.[/indent]

[/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub]
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[color=crimson][i]"So what if I get always angry. I am not scared when I am angry. It is better like that."[/i][/color]

[INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/b] Above all, Camille wants to feel safe. There's always someone, somewhere. Watching him. Wishing him harm. Planning things. He can't take it, can't take being afraid all of the time. He keeps himself from harm however he can, but he's never [i]safe[/i]. Never will be, in this town where he doesn't belong. 

[b]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/b] You can't trust anyone. Camille doesn't fit in. He knows it. Everyone knows it. And that means that everyone can and will hurt him for it. They stare, they talk behind his back, blame him for things outside his control, and even his own mother... when in this situation, you have to fight back. You have to be able to rely on yourself, and only yourself. You have to get loud and angry, shatter that which threatens you, and show them all that they won't be able to hurt you without being hurt in return.

[b]SECRETS  ⫻[/b] Camille hides a lot from people. But most of all, he hides just how afraid he always is, masking it by raging and lashing out. He hides just how scared and resentful he is of his own mother, hides how much her neglect has hurt him, for fear that would make him an even bigger target. And while deep down he knows that his paranoia is irrational, that while some people have hurt him, not everyone will, and that he desperately needs help to get better, he hides that too. Even from himself.

[b]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/b] Camille has viciously repressed any kind of attraction he could have felt towards others.

[b]FEARS  ⫻[/b] Camille is afraid of a lot of things. He's constantly anxious, mind conjuring up worst case scenarios. But most of all, he's afraid of other people, and especially of his mother.

[b]REPUTATION IN CORNELL ⫻[/b] Camille is an outcast. He's new to the town, and oddity in and of itself, with a heavy accent and clumsy English. He's the one that gets into fights, that yells at people, that always seem to be alone. The one with bruised knuckles and a black eye that distracts from his threadbare clothing and abnormal thinness. He's trouble, pure and simple, and people usually just try to ignore him.

[b]FLAWS  ⫻[/b] His paranoia and anger issues understandably tend to drive other people away, and he's very adverse at seeking help for anything. This is partly by design, but these attempts at keeping himself safe is what's stopping him from creating bonds that could [i]actually[/i] help him out of his situation.
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[sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub]
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[color=crimson][i]"This is not my home. My home is right next to the ocean. This will never be my home..."[/i][/color]

[indent]Camille was born and raised in the Magdalen Islands, in Canada. His father was Acadian, and his mother is American. They had met while she was on a work trip, and as his father used to say, it was love at first sight. They kept in contact for a few years, and eventually, his mother accepted to move in with him to his hometown and learn the language. They got married soon after, and a baby shortly followed. And so Camille was born, and then raised in a French-speaking household, in a tiny touristic village, with his only knowledge of English coming from school, and some help from his mother for homework.

Life was good. His father was a warm and affectionate man, and gave everything for his family. Despite being something of an anxious boy, Camille managed to make a few close friends over the years. His mother struggled slightly with adapting to her new home, but she did her best. Their village was small, barely a few hundred people, but it was tightly knit together. And the view on the Atlantic was to die for. It was all the young boy could ever ask for.

That changed when he was 12. His father was a tour guide, and during a tour, got into a boat accident. He was brought to the hospital, but after weeks of fighting for his life, he unfortunately passed away. Grief shattered what was left of their family. Their community was very small, a few hundred people only, and so people started talking. His mother tried to keep on, but could not stand to remain in the village and be pitied by her neighbours.

She threw herself into work more and more, beginning to neglect her son, or yelling angrily about her woes whenever he was around, sometimes even vocally blaming him for her life going off the rails. When Camille turned 14, she had enough, and left with her son back to her own hometown, Cornwell. He was forced to cut contact with his friends and what little family he had on his father's side, and all he was left from his village with was a tiny souvenir keychain he had managed to hide in his luggage.

Camille... did not enjoy being separated from all he ever knew to be thrust into a city whose language and culture he did not understand. This only aggravated the conflicts between him and his mother.

They have been living in Cornwell for 2 years now. His mother works in a dead-end job she hates, but pays enough for bills and food. Camille is isolated from his peers, both from being homeschooled for the first year so that he could get good enough at English to attend public school, and from the general difficulties that come with immigrating somewhere. Resentment keeps building in his home life, with his mother barely paying attention to him unless it's to scream at him about something. She fully refuses to even speak to him in French anymore. All the while, he himself has been growing more and more paranoid and isolated over time.

Instead of having to stay around other people, he spends as much time as he can alone in the woods. He goes home as late as he possibly can without prompting his mother into a screaming match. He skips meals whenever his mother actually bothers to cook for more than just herself, just so that he doesn't have to stay around her more than he needs to. he gets to class at the last minute, and leaves as soon as he can. He doesn't even really go online for more than research; he doesn't trust the people there either.

He hates this town. Hates how big it is compared to his village. Hate how dead it is in comparison. There was a dullness in Cornwell, one he's not used to. Such a populous place should not feel like a ghost town, or a pond of starving piranhas...

He tried to reach out exactly once. A party he'd heard of. Most likely an excuse to get drunk, but he wouldn't say no to that as well. Maybe he could find someone there, someone that he wouldn't have to be afraid of. He would go, he would try.

And then the Pit opened. And then Cornwell wasn't so dull anymore. And then he started being able to break more than just things, or people's jaws.

He's terrified of what's happening. Of not being able to leave anymore. Of the monsters. Of himself, and others with powers. But he doesn't have a choice. He has to survive, and if that means having to trust someone else sometimes, then he'll just have to swallow a scream and [i]do it.[/i][/indent]

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[color=crimson][i]"I will shatter everything."[/i][/color]

[indent][b]TYPE  ⫻[/b] Adept

[b]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/b] Red and Purple Lux. Channeler is a lobster-shaped souvenir keychain from Camille's hometown.

[b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION  ⫻[/b] Camille's affinity lies in lashing out and shattering the fragile parts of reality, whether it be glass or space itself. It comes to him easy; he's used to breaking stuff and having to work around with the remaining shards. He's still more like to punch you in the face than cast a spell on you, though his new magic makes it much easier for him to do so.

[indent][b]Glass Manipulation (Red) ⫻[/b] Can manipulate, move around and throw glass in a 5 meters radius, as well as remotely shatter lager panes of glass. Glass that leaves his range is no longer under his control, but does not lose its momentum. Shards under his control can reach a maximum velocity of around 10 km/h.

[b]Portal Creation (Purple) ⫻[/b] With a strike, can shatter through space like glass to create portals linking two nearby locations together. Anything coming in from one end will come out the other as if no space separated the 2 endpoints. Camille can also move around the openings after creation.

[b]Through the Looking Glass (Mixed) ⫻[/b] Can create long-distance portals by anchoring each endpoint in a pre-existing mirror. The mirrors will still function and look like ordinary mirrors, but will also be linked. Camille will be able to pass objects through or even fully traverse himself.[/indent]

[b]LIMITS  ⫻[/b] Most of Camille's abilities revolve around shattering things and manipulating sharp objects. This of course runs the risk of injuring himself and others accidentally. They're also highly responsive to his anger and anxiety, and Camille risks losing control if he ever gets [i]too[/i] angry or scared.

[indent][b]Glass Manipulation ⫻[/b] Cannot manipulate shards of glass much bigger than his hand, unless he is trying to shatter a large pane of glass. Has a maximum manipulation capacity of about 15 pounds of glass. The closer a piece of glass is to the limit of his control range, the less accurate and strong his control, and his max capacity is also diminished. Might cut or injure himself on his own glass if not careful.

[b]Portal Creation ⫻[/b] The portals are not especially huge, with a maximum size of about one person. Like anything shattered, the edges are jagged and sharp, and might injure anyone carelessly traversing through. The portals are not very long-lasting, and will close after about 2 minutes of being opened, or if Camille ceases to maintain them. Has a maximum range of about 20 meters. Shattering space to create portals is a very literal action, and requires a physical effort, like a punch, which can also lead to injuries like cuts or bruising.

[b]Through the Looking Glass ⫻[/b] The size of the portals is determined by the size of the anchoring mirror. The anchor will be destroyed if the mirror is destroyed, and will be moved if the mirror is moved. Camille has to touch the portals with his Channeler for them to be functional: other people, even allies, will not be able to use them if he is not there as an intermediary. Can only sustain about 3 pairs of linked mirrors.[/indent]

[b]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/b] Camille’s magic is directly linked to his emotions. Anger and anxiety cause his shards to move faster and his portals to grow larger, but they also impair his control. The shards fly unpredictably, bounce off surfaces, and can hurt him as easily as enemies. He often bleeds from minor mistakes, and repeated use leaves his hands raw with small cuts. Glass pieces cannot be larger than roughly the size of his hand or 15 pounds without breaking apart or veering off course. Larger shards shatter unexpectedly, scattering fragments. Shards that leave his control retain momentum and may collide with him, embed in walls, or trap his feet. Portals have jagged edges and last for less than 2 minutes. Misaligned or unstable portals can injure anyone who passes through them. Creating portals requires physical strikes; missed or mistimed punches can bruise, strain, or cut his hands and arms. Portals vanish if he loses contact or focus, sometimes leaving him suspended mid-action. The Looking Glass relies on mirrors—moving, breaking, or obscuring one destroys the connection. Keeping more than three mirror pairs active strains his focus, leading to partial failures, lag, or misfires. Any disturbance in the anchor points can trap him or leave him vulnerable. All of Camille’s attacks are destructive, uncontrolled, and environment-dependent. Falling shards, collapsing glass, or misused portals often create hazards nearby. The more he fights, the more chaotic the battlefield becomes, increasing the risk of self-injury.[/indent]

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[color=crimson][i]"...I miss Papa..."[/i][/color]

[indent]- Camille loves literature. He however makes a point out of not reading any American or English literature if not for school.
- Despite his behavioural issues, he's got good grades in school, except in English class. The language barrier kinda screws him over there.
- If he ever was to see a therapist, he'd probably be diagnosed with something along the lines of cPTSD, anger issues, and/or schizotypal personality disorder. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be in the cards for now. [/INDENT][/hider]