MissCapnCrunch

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion

Finally working on CS. Will have a lady up tonight (unless it's full, then will be working on male)

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion

Will work on a character sheet after work this evening.
Depending on who gets done before me, I'll either do a male or female :)

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

Full Name

Camden Anne Bensen.

Nickames

Mostly just Camden but Cam once in awhile.

Age

Twenty Seven.

Gender

Female.

Sexuality

Bisexual.

Relationship Status

Single.

Occupation

YouTube personality and social media influencer of sorts.

Current Address

LA, California. Where she shares an apartment with two other Youtubers.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Wavy | Shoulder length, down- or in a ponytail.
• Eyes: Brown.
• Height: Five foot three.
• Body Type: Athletic.
• Clothing Style: Boho Chic | Oversized sweaters, leggings, maxi dresses, so many bangles and rope braided bracelets, anklets, short shorts, sun hats, variety of colors- fairly colorful. Loves to thrift hunt, but doesn't mind spending a pretty penny to have that thrift store look at high end price.
• Makeup Wise: Limited; mascara and a bold lip is her usual wear if not nude.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory.

Personality

Imaginative. Sarcastic. Lazy. Happy-Go-Lucky.

"Chill out man, it's only 4:00 pm. We have like most of the day yet to explore." Camden is a very "relaxed" individual who doesn't like to get up before noon and would rather be curled up watching television than doing anything of the physical nature. She has a lot of good ideas and plans, but doesn't take much initiative in completing them. Often making jokes or laying on the sarcasm, Cam is not one to take life too seriously. Her Youtube career is the only thing she puts some effort into, and even then the videos are mostly her just doing every day activities. Her easy going/not wanting to do much personality is the only thing saving her, and bringing her viewers- because some of her young viewers can relate.

Upbringing Synopsis

Born to an upper middle class American family, Camden is the oldest child to a Mr. and Mrs. Bensen; Henry and Alison respectfully. Henry had worked as a head for a small law office but after a battle with lung cancer, passed away around Camden's 15th birthday. Mrs. Bensen does not work and spends most of her time at the country club drowning in mimosas.

High school brought Camden a step father, baby sister, and a bit more freedom to allower her personality and true self to blossom. When her father had been diagnosed with cancer, things seemed to go in slow motion and there was no escape. Her parents fought more over more things, and Camden found herself lost in a sea of confusion and hopelessness. At her father's funeral she made a promise to him that she'd keep working on her dreams, and one day hope to make him proud of the young woman she would become.

Graduation was an accomplishment but without much involvement with things in high school, the years that were once at a stand still started to go by faster than ever. It seemed like years had gone by and instead of attending college- she spent them partying and not working. Only a few years ago did she start working on her internet persona, which seemed like a better life than her true self.

Before she knew it, she was receiving an invitation for her class reunion. Something she was looking forward too, but panic only set in when she realized she didn't have much to show for it. Despite her inner gut wrenching feeling of looking like a failure to her classmates; she RSVP'd to the invite and set everything up for her vacation across country to Florida. Hopefully she could at least get some good footage for her channel while she is there, as well as connect with her old friends.

Family

Dad: Henry Bensen : Lawyer : Deceased
Mom: Alison Bensen- Lee : Stay at home Mom : Active Gardener : Alcoholic
Stepfather: Truman Lee : Police Officer : Not so bad guy
Younger Half Sister: Claire Bensen : Student : Preteen

Extras

Astrid Berges-Frisbey | db0a85
- Lost her driver license after receiving a third DUI
- Has over 5K subscribers
- User of three different cell phones
- Favorite dessert is tres leches cake

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion

I may join, if you'll have a dirty slut like me

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: OA Infirmary
Interactions: [@NeoAC] Kelsey via text}

"You can tell that is a daughter of Dionysus"

"How?"

"Well, look at her, she's a complete mess."

A small gasp could be heard by young nurse in training who was shadowing a higher up. It was soon followed by a light chuckle, as she scribbled notes on her piece of lined paper that was placed carefully on a metal clipboard. Children of the God of Wine were always a little bit on the messy side. Their human parents were usually equally as messy, giving them a troubling childhood at best. They found solace in disappearing for moments at a time when things got overwhelming. Abandoning things they enjoyed, abandoning the people they loved, constantly moving while stuck in the same position. It hurt them, it chipped away at their insides like a painter taking down old lead filled paint on the crown molding.

"I can hear you, you know."

Another gasp was heard from the student as Dustyn opened her eyes slowly. She was sore and scratched up, but nothing she had never experienced once or twice before. She never had been hurt because of the staff like she was, but she knew better than to get expelled from the academy. She would have nowhere to go, besides home- and that would just result in her spending the rest of her life at the trailer park. Not exactly what dreams were made of. Dusty brought her hand up to her forehead, using her thumb and ring finger to push back her hair- their was sweat along her hairline, she wiped it off as she started to become more alert.

The nurse started to speak to explain herself as Dustyn pulled off the heated blanket that was wrapped around her body tightly. "It's cool. Shit happens." she replied, not really caring too much of what they had to say. The trainee kept her eyes in one place, staring at Dustyn in disbelief. She started writing more notes, as Dustyn swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up. She reached back and pulled the string that held the two pieces of fabric together.

"Write this part down too sweetcheeks." Dusty smirked as the hospital gown fell to the ground revealing her completely nude body. The trainee covered her eyes quickly with the clipboard as the nurse spoke up, "Miss! You have to be released, you can't just walk out of here!" Dustyn in her most natural state, shrugged as she looked through the bedside table drawers and cabinets for her clothes. Moments later she found her things in a plastic bag, in the closet marked with bold letters: DUSTYN TAYLOR FLINT. She opened up the bag, dumping the contents on the bed as the nurse ran off to find another staff member- her duckling in tow.

She put on her clothes from the day before. They reeked of the lake, blood, and smoke. Her cellphone was close to dying, leaving only enough juice to send out a quick text to Kelsey who she hadn't had a chance to really speak to since the incident:

🤩 KELSEY 💛
IT'S ALIVEEE!! Like frankenstein's monster you get it? I smell like I died 2.

The girl chuckled a bit as she made her way out of the room and started down the hallway. She felt like she had been hit over the head with a brick a few times, but she knew a good meal and a smoke would have her back to herself in no time. While waiting for a reply from Kelsey her tongue found a gap. She had almost forgotten she had gotten her tooth knocked out even before the battle had happened. She would tell people it happened another way.

🤩 KELSEY 💛
I am now sad about my tooth as well. Make me feel better, let's get breakfast. Phone dying. Ttyl. Love you ho.

She sent the text as the phone finally died off, leaving her with a brick until it regained its juice. Dusty's car had been taken care of by staff, and by taken care of meant towed back to her dorm room and left there. Heading back to her dorm by foot, the young woman would eventually reach back to her room where she would plug her phone in, take a shower, and change into a fresh pair of clothes waiting to see where this morning would take her.

Avalia

Many events had taken place between the fight and when the young fairy let her eyes flutter close into a deep slumber:

"Papa?"

"Yes my love."

A four year old Dionaea stood next to her father by a dark foreboding pit, the blackest of black the young one had ever witnessed. It had no life to it, an abyss of complete and utter silence. Dia cocked her head slowly, peering over the pit a lump in her throat as she felt something was dreadfully wrong. Her stomach felt the urge to purge its contents, the burn of acid filling her throat as she looked to her father again.

"I don't like this place."

Her voice cracked as she spoke out loud, tears began to fall from her bright eyes as she backed up slowly from the edge of the pit. She watched in the corner of her eye as her father made a grimace in pain, his once joyful face now twisted beyond recognition as he began to let out guttural screams.

Blood curdling screams.

The young fairy could not move, she looked down to her feet which were now entrapped with vines and various bramble. They went through her skin like softened butter, wrapping around her muscles and bones, rooting her into the ground. Outstretching her arms she reached towards her father. He turned to her with a blank expression, the screaming had stopped abruptly as his eyes began to roll into the back of his head as he fell back into the hole.

"Enough!" Dia yelled, as she woke from the terrible nightmare. Her breathing was stressed, feeling soaked with her own sweat. She removed the blanket that adorned her as she looked down at her feet. They looked as normal as usual, besides the scabbing of the dog bite she received; she had remembered that clearly. Risa had tried to heal her completely but had overworked herself..Kyran.. the broken one! She could hear their voices outside, the smell of breakfast lingering in the air as the young fairy slowly started to drift off once more.

Suddenly she was being shaken awake. Kyran had grabbed her, his strong hand wrapped around hers as he spoke a warning. Her body ached from the night before, and her brain was still in the space between awake and asleep. "What is going on?" Dia stated as they reached to outside where they had been joined by the fairy and the fire spreading human from before. The sweet one, but perhaps spicy was a better adjective. She nodded a hello to both of them, but still questioned what was the meaning of taking her from bed.

Alveos Adventure Academy

May be interested as well, if you'll have me :)

Avalia

The cry of sorrow escaping Risa's lips caused Dionaea's attention to divert back to her, and her wings to take her back to the ground. The smoke was heavy, filling her lungs and clinging to the fabric that adorned her. "Risa!" she exclaimed, coughing as her lungs filled. Coming to the grass, the weight on her left leg caused the fresh bite to sting as she came to her friend's side. Risa was exhausted, the color in her cheeks drained from their usual color. Kyran was soon at their side, scooping her petite body into his arms. "We will not leave you, ever." Dia said, wrapping her hand around Risa, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The heavy veil of smoke made the dark elf's voice linger like honey in their ears, and on the back of their throats. He cursed them, and in the depths of her heart she knew that his threat wasn't empty. It made her sick to her stomach, when he told them to run away. It was then Dionaea felt for the first time a tinge of regret. Their home was being destroyed beneath them and their loved ones lives were put in danger; all for these humans who may not even want to help them.

Anger filled the young fairy's voice as she looked to Kyran and Risa, and then to the human. "Human!" she snarled, looking at him yell at the wolves and the sky. "We must leave immediately, and at this point in time I do not know the worth of keeping you alive, besides to honor my friend's wishes." she said, her furrowed eyebrows relaxing as she let out an exhale. "We have to hurry, she needs rest." she pointed to Risa, encouraging the broken one to use what brain the creature had to know this situation was in dire need of his participation.

Devils and Dust

As the minutes went by, the neighborhood was starting to wake up slowly but surely. Children started to play outside, their parents either keeping a doting eye on them or they were asleep inside, recovering from last night's hangover. She rubbed her hands together, ridding herself of the remaining crumbs that stuck to her fingers. She then proceeded to shake out her over sized shirt from the crumbs that came had traveled their way down. She chuckled softly as she stood up, noticing that the house next door that had been boarded up for some time had a visitor.

"Yo!" she called out as the man kicked the door, his frustrations clear from across the yard. She began to walk over, the long grass swishing across her bare ankles and tickling between her toes. "That family has been gone for months now." Dusty mentioned, stopping a couple feet away from the man. She didn't know if he had a weapon or if he had been drugged out, trying to break into the place to have somewhere to sleep. Though, she would find him an idiot if he had decided to do that in the light of day.

Taking a small puff of her joint she tossed it to the ground and used the ball of her foot to smash it into the ground. "If you trying to get in there though.." she paused, choosing her next words carefully, "I may be able to help you out." she cooed, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips.

Game of Thrones RP

Hey there! Would this be a game of thrones-esque roleplay or a straight up retelling? Or just our version of things as the other stuff is going on? I would be interested :) Loved Game of Thrones (even the parts people hated ) and would like to delve into a world like that, preferably not a copy and paste of story/characters.