Realistic or Modern Straight Camp

[mikkisinterlude]

Okay y'all this is where you show me your beautiful (and hopefully unique) characters ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Now, how you do your character sheets ain't my business just include the information Although, creativity is heavily encouraged. I'm not the best 'coder' at all so don't try to think too hard about making it 'perfect'. That's even more pressure besides the backstory.

This is NOT a first come first serve, babes.


Now is your time to showcase the character in your pretty little heads. The deadline is MAY 6TH. So without further ado, let's make it do what it do! Proceed.

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Home State:


History: (What their life is like at home, please don't be too dramatic y'all.)

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Habits/Quirks:


Personality Traits: 4+ for each one. Make sure they're equal

Secrets (Optional!):


Random facts:


Theme Song:


Writing Sample:


(Do what you please with this one. Either coming out story or first experience idk. 3 paragraphs? I wanna see how your writing works ^^)
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[Tryss]

Cameron Dunn

• At a glance
• Personality
• Background
• Other
• Writing sample

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  Name: Cameron Dunn
  
  
  Nickname: Cam, Cammy
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Height: 6’1
  
  
  Weight: 155
  
  
  Appearance: Cameron is classically handsome, with a muscular, tall frame, wide shoulders, tattoos, and the bad habit of smoking he can definitely be considered a ‘bad boy’. (A label that is only skin deep.) With green eyes, and pale skin, his Irish roots aren’t hard to spot, all he’s missing is the red hair, but alas, he’s a natural brunette.
  
  
  Garb: Cameron can often be seen in tank tops, a leather jacket and pair of greasy, stained jeans.
  
  
  Sexuality: Gay
  
  
  Home state: Illinois (Chicago to be exact)
  
  
  
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  Personality: Cameron is often described by strangers as quiet, mysterious and a little dangerous.
  
  
  However, that’s not the case at all. Cameron comes off as abrasive and dangerous because he doesn’t take shit from anyone. He’s unapologetically gay, and that, has unfortunately ended in violence in the past.
  
  
  Cameron can accurately be described as a bleeding heart. He helps people almost impulsively, no matter what the personal cost may be. It’s something that has caused him a lot of trouble in the past. He tends to feel things so strongly that other people’s problems become his own, and soon he’s so tangled up in their drama and their lives, that he’s forgotten entirely about his own.
  
  
  He's poetic, finding beauty and poetry in almost everything. He speaks like a scholar, coming off as far more educated than his outward appearance would lead people to believe.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Personality Pros:
  
  

  • Loyal – Cameron is loyal to a fault. Breaking past his barriers is hard, but once done, he’s loyal to the very end.
    
  • Honest – Cameron doesn’t believe in beating around the bush. He’s upfront about almost everything, and doesn’t work too hard to spare feelings.
    
  • Easy to please – He’s a man of simple needs. Feed him, he’ll love you forever. Fuck him, he’ll love you forever. Respect him, he’ll love you forever.
    
  • Chill – To piss him off, you genuinely have to work at it.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Personality Cons:
  
  

  • Cameron compulsively helps – If he sees someone down on their luck, he will always help. He’s been known to break up fights, help those being bullied, and even house complete strangers. It's proven dangerous on more than one occasion, but he can't seem to stop himself. Cameron wants so badly to see the good in the world that sometimes he blinds himself to the bad.
    
  • He’s been ridden hard and put up wet – Cameron’s had a tough life, his relationship with his father is strained even more so now that he’s remarried. It shows in Cameron’s inability to get close to anyone or take relationships too seriously.
    
  • He lost the love of his life, and he’s still reeling from it – Dave was Cameron’s first and only boyfriend to date, he was killed in a car accident. Dave’s parents, being very strict Christians didn’t believe in the gay lifestyle and barred Cameron from the funeral. He never got a chance to say goodbye, and it still haunts him. The only thing he has left is a single picture that he keeps in his wallet.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  Fears: Cameron is terrified of losing people. All his life he’s been abandoned. His mother walked out on him and his father at the age of two. His father blamed him, and took out his anger on him. Dave died when they were both fifteen. Cameron has refused to get into a relationship since because he fears he’ll only be left alone, again.
  
  
  Secrets: Cameron has a fake ID. He used said ID at the age of sixteen to get his first tattoo. It was a downhill slide that simply led to more and more tattoos. On his left arm is a full sleeve, comprised mostly of masks, dice, cards, and a snake that winds from the top of his shoulder down to the back of his hand. On his left arm is a panther.
  
  
  Pain makes people do very stupid things, and Cameron had never been in more pain than he was when Dave died. So, at the age of sixteen, Cameron also used his ID to do something else very, very bad.
  
  
  He tried out for a roll in a porn.
  
  
  He didn’t expect to get it, but looking far older than he was, tatted up, smoking, and armed with a fake ID, he did.
  
  
  He acted in a single porn before coming to his senses, and leaving the business; despite having been offered a roll in another.
  
  
  It was tempting, and while he did consider staying, after a talk with his best friend – Adrian – he decided to use the meager amount he was paid to take a few classes at the local community college. (He got certified as an auto-tech.) He swore off porn for the rest of his life.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Likes:
  
  

  • Cameron is a born mechanic. He likes to work with his hands. He likes to build things, be they from wood, metal or any other medium. However, cars are his passion. He can fix just about anything, and is currently rebuilding a 1967 Impala – a replica of his favorite TV show – Supernatural.
    
  • Tea (any flavor)
    
  • Literally all super heroes. He’s the biggest closet-nerd you’ll ever meet.
    
  • Sex – just because Cameron doesn’t want to be in a relationship doesn’t mean he doesn’t have needs. In fact, sex is one of his favorite pastimes.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  

  • Anything sweet. It hurts his teeth, or at least that’s what he says. If you ask Adrian, his best friend, he’ll tell you that Cameron is simply worried about his body and his appearance, and it’s easier to stay away from sweets altogether than it is to work off the extra calories and fat.
    
  • Bullies or anyone mean for that matter.
    
  • Strangers – While Cameron is friendly enough, he’s very distrusting of strangers.
    

  
  
  
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  History: At the age of two, Cameron’s mother abandoned both he and his father. She left nothing more than a note on the table stating her hatred for Franklin, her husband, and her inability to commit to being a mother. So began Cameron’s trust issues.
  
  
  While sober, Franklin’s basically the world’s greatest dad. He spent his first seven years as a single father doting on his son. He took him to baseball games, took time off work to plan for vacations, and submerged himself into Cameron’s studies.
  
  
  He made sure his son felt loved, and he made sure Cameron knew it wasn’t his fault that his mom left.
  
  
  His first night home while drunk Cameron was nine years old. While the abuse started small, nothing more than an opened-hand slap here or there, it quickly escalated.
  
  
  Franklin never broke a bone, but bruises were something fairly common in their household. After a drunken night, he’d spend hours coaching his son, telling him what to say, and when company came over, and pointed out the array of bruises, Cameron would smile, like a good little boy and recite it back.
  
  
  No one ever batted an eye.
  
  
  Franklin’s friends, the teachers, even Cameron’s friends believed him whole-heartedly. After all, what boy hadn’t fallen from a tree, gotten into a fight at school, or simply tripped while out playing?
  
  
  There was no cause for concern.
  
  
  That’s not to say that Cameron’s childhood was wrought with pain and abuse either. His father’s drunken outbursts were few and far between, and he was so apologetic after one, that Cameron grew up thinking that it couldn’t possibly be that bad. After all, it only happened a few times, and Franklin always made up for it.
  
  
  When Cameron was fifteen, his father began dating a new woman. She seemed nice enough, in fact, they’d had many a pleasant night together. She’d often come over for dinner, bringing along a movie or a board game, and so family merriment would ensue.
  
  
  Cameron didn’t get to see her crazy side until she brought up that she knew of a pretty young girl around his age who happened to be single. Franklin was very aware of his son’s sexual orientation, and had never had a problem with it. He was the one to inform her that Cameron was gay, but hadn’t dated since his first boyfriend tragically died.
  
  
  She left the home without another word. Franklin didn’t hear from her for nearly three weeks. Her views on the LGBTQIA community drove a stake between Franklin and Darlene for a very long time, but she was a manipulative bitch who soon found a way to worm her way back into his heart despite how poorly she treated his son.
  
  
  Six short months later they were married. Everything happened so quickly that Cameron barely had time to protest when he was told that Darlene had enrolled him in a camp.
  
  
  A camp for gay kids.
  
  
  Skills: Cameron is poetic by nature, and skilled with the art of written word. He sees poetry in almost everything, and carries with him a small pad and pen wherever he goes to write down his musings.
  
  
  Cameron is very good with his hands. He’s currently employed as an auto-tech at a local car shop. He isn’t allowed to do much more than oil changes at the moment, but he helps with larger projects off the books.
  
  
  Cameron is a good listener, he’s likely to lend an ear to anyone in need.
  
  
  
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  Habits/Quirks: Cameron carries a pen and a notepad in his back pocket. He writes down little blurbs and musings that he later turns into poems or songs.
  
  
  Cameron sings to himself all the time. It gets quite annoying for others around him.
  
  
  Random facts: Cameron can’t cook to save his life.
  
  
  Cameron has a pet duck named Orson that he found in his garage two years ago. It was friendly, so he took it inside and named it after his favorite play actor.
  
  
  Cameron smokes like a chimney, but won’t smoke menthols. They make his stomach hurt.
  
  
  Theme song: Avenged Sevenfold – So Far Away
  
  
  
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  Cameron was lost in the beauty of the afternoon. It was positively gorgeous outside. He hadn’t been this content to simply stand and smoke in weeks. Everything seemed right with the world. He'd secured a job as an auto-tech, and his father was dating a beautiful woman who made him very happy.
  
  
  What more could he ask for?
  
  
  He pulled the cigarette from his lips and let out another long exhale, smoke mingled with the outside air. Swirling and twirling as it danced, and slowly faded away. There was something almost poetic about it.
  
  
  Laughter, and mean-spirited insults shattered his peaceful thoughts. A deep frown etched into his features as he stared down the street. A small group of teens were circled around something dark green, they were kicking it, calling it a f*g, a fuckface, a loser. Cameron had a sinking feeling in his gut that told him the thing on the ground was most likely another person.
  
  
  Anger bubbled up inside of him. He’d spent his whole life getting his ass kicked by bigots in school - and occasionally, as much as he hated to admit to it - his father.
  
  
  The bastards in the hallways had called him every name in the book. They'd made him stand in front of the mirror and recite mantras, labeling himself everything from stupid to ugly to disrespectful to gay.
  
  
  The boys would chase him down, shouting destructive words, wielding them like a mallet used to tear down his broken soul. Booming voices like grenades; they spoke in explosions. They shouted names. Names like pussy, f*g, freak, sissy.
  
  
  Why?
  
  
  Because he was good with words. Because he used them to construct the one and only beautiful thing he could lay claim to in his miserable life. Armed with sticks and stones, they hurled their words at the beautiful things he created as though they couldn’t bear to see anything other than the ugliness they’d foraged.
  
  
  His creations were torn from his notebooks. With taunting words, they flushed them down toilets, or stuffed them in his mouth, the sickening chant that still haunted his dreams spilling from their wicked smiles. Eat it.
  
  
  They beat him down, systematically destroying him with hurtful words and petty actions. Like cruel blacksmiths they forged his pain and cries for help into a sort of badge of honor that they wore proudly. They decorated their knuckles with bruises and blood. They hosted their own competitions, wondering who could be the first one to make him cry.
  
  
  Eventually, when those actions are taken and those names are repeated often enough, they’re accepted as normal, and believed. Cameron didn’t think anyone deserved to have to pull themselves out of the hole he’d managed to get himself out of. It had taken years upon years of constant effort to repair his very broken self-esteem. In fact, it was still pretty bruised and battered. He often felt as though he were barely holding on. As though the glue and duct tape he’d used to repair himself was wearing away.
  
  
  He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffed it out, flicking it into the trash receptacle next to him. He didn’t say a damn thing until he had the biggest one’s shoulder in his hand. He pulled him back roughly, probably looking like a grease monkey with a bad attitude. His hands were covered in oil and grime. His dark blue shirt, although less than four hours old, was already well-stained. A testament to his intimate knowledge of all things mechanical. He could make them sing, he could make them work, but he always got messy doing it. "Stop!" He demanded angrily. It wasn't his most articular moment, but he'd made his wishes clear.
  
  
  The kid he pulled away wasn’t much shorter than he was, but he was scrawny, bright red hair peaked out from under a hoodie. He would have let him go had he just walked away, but that hadn't happened. The boy wrenched away. "I'm uncultured." He spat, and took a step toward the crumpled kid on the ground. Cameron wasn't about to let him return to his game. He landed a quick punch to the redhead's jaw, sending him sprawling backwards.
  
  
  A blonde, squat, fat boy was the first to retaliate. He abandoned his small prey in favor of the ripped, taller boy. Cameron almost laughed.
  
  
  He dodged one pathetic swing and landed one of his own to the boy’s kidney. The boy spilled to the ground. His head bounced off the pavement, splitting his lip, and sending a splash of crimson over his face to match his redheaded friend's.
  
  
  A shorter brunette didn’t bother, he was the first to scramble away. The other two were quick to follow suit. One of them shouted something about his dad suing him, and knowing his name. Cameron shook it off. Sure, if he were over eighteen, and if it hadn’t been self-defense (or at least, he’d say it was), he might have had to face some repercussions, but he doubted anything would actually come of the quarrel.
  
  
  Cameron tilted his head, his features stoic and unfeeling at first as he looked down to the crumpled mess. The boy that was still curled into the ground, a baggy, torn, dark green sweater swathed his tiny frame. He looked young, probably a lot younger than the boys who had been pounding on him earlier. His arms were wrapped protectively around his gaunt frame. He looked like a career victim. One of those poor kids that got their asses kicked on the daily.
  
  
  The teenager crouched down beside the small boy. His elbows rested on his upper thighs as he stared down to the kid. “They’re gone.” He said, his voice soft and gentle. He spoke to him like he would have liked for someone to have spoken to him years ago after one of his father's violent outbursts. Calm, understanding, but not condescending or trite.
  
  
  He didn’t want to frighten him any further, but he certainly didn't want to piss him off, or make him think he was babying him. That wasn't the case. He'd chased off a few assholes, that was all. “Can I see?” He asked, his fingertips gently brushing the hood back. “I’m just a mechanic, but I watch a lot of house…so you know…I’m almost a nurse.” He joked.
  
  
  

 

[KingofAesir]

• The Basics
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• Writing Sample

• "Oh no,honey,I'm an angel I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo..."
  
  
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  Name: Tessa King
  
  
  Age:17
  
  
  Sexuality:Homosexual
  
  
  Nicknames: Tess, T, T.K.
  
  
  Theme Sons: Bruises~Plain White T's, Grow Up~Paramore
  
  
  Home Town:New Haven, Vermont
  
  
  Style:Tess has a thing for the color red and can often be found wearing it. She' commonly found wearing some color of Vans and skinny jeans.
• Personality: Tessa has a tendency to be sarcastic in the worst of situations, she attempts to hide her true feelings about something with sarcasm. It's hard to get to her, of course, but once one gets to know her their rewarded with a extremely loyal friend. She's creative and artistic, loving to draw and paint something that helps her hide herself away for a little while. Insecurity has always been apart of Tessa's life, but she tries to keep those insecurities tucked away and hidden so that know one could ever find them. Again, once you get to know her Tess is an extremely affectionate person and quite honestly loves hugging or cuddling people (just don't tell anyone or she'll slit your throat, she's got an image to maintain.) Tess is extremely impulsive and reckless, her mind has no stop and think mechanism, it's simply "go."
  
  
  Bio: Tessa's father was her best friend, he supported her in everything she did. When she was finally open about her sexuality and her religious mother decided she wanted to shun Tess, her father accepted her, comforted her, but then he turned around and stabbed her straight in the back and twisted the knife.
  
  
  After her mother left, everything was great at first until her father began his backstabbing. It started with simple name calling, thing like "dyke" and "fucking lesbo", but then he turned to the yelling and the hitting. Bruises marked her body, she felt like one of those cliche depressed and abused kids. So, she left, got away, went to her uncle.
  
  
  Violence has become a part of recouping for Tessa. Whether it be throwing a punch and breaking someone's nose, or snaping their arm. She took to training like a fighter, with punching bags and bench pressing, that, of course, built muscle and layered on even more walls around her heart. Then the smoking started, she smoked any thing she could get her hands on drugs or not. Now here she was, a maniacal fighter, just trying to survive herself.
  
  
  Eventually, the police found her and she was sent back into her fathers home. The man immediately sent her to some stupid Christian camp that was supposed to "fix" her, whatever the hell that meant.
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  •Art
  
  
  •The soft sounds of her uncles windmill at night.
  
  
  •Hazel eyed people (she has a weakness for them)
  
  
  •Cigarettes
  
  
  •The rain
  
  
  •Hitting people
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  •Alcohol
  
  
  •Loud noises
  
  
  •Creaky stairs
  
  
  •Incompetent people
  
  
  •Razor blades
  
  
  •Her father
• Quirks
  
  
  •Checks to make sure the door to the house is locked, twice.
  
  
  •Always buys safety razors.
  
  
  •Runs a hand through her hair when she's nervous.
  
  
  •Wears her fathers brown leather bracelet every day.
  
  
  Fears
  
  
  •Her father
  
  
  •The dark
  
  
  •Chickens
  
  
  •Ducks
  
  
  Hobbies
  
  
  Loves to paint anything that involves people or animals.
  
  
  Plays basketball on and off, mostly just random pick up games.
  
  
  Random Facts
  
  
  Tess used to have a German Shepard by the name of Artemis but she died when Tess was young.
  
  
  Tessa will not eat broccoli, she just won't.
  
  
  Relationships
  
  
  •Trey King: Her uncle. Trey is Tessa's life line, he's the only family she has left that still loves her for who she is.
  
  
  •Trace King: Her father. Trace is no longer a part of Tessa's life, the day she slipped away he never even attempted to contact her. Tess doubted he ever even filed a missing persons report.
  
  
  •Deann (Grier) King: Her mother. Deann left Tess and her father when Tessa announced she was gay. Tessa's talked to her since but only on the day of her grandfathers death, which was a year ago.
  
  
  •Other characters (PM me)
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  Tessa didn't like birds. At all. So when Trace had suddenly decided to get a fucking bird, she knew why.
  
  
  Tessa stared venomously at her father as he fed the damn parrot he'd gotten just the day before. Her arms were crossed over her chest, steel grey eyes filled with resentment,"You know I don't like birds, Trace." Tess spat. He didn't deserve to be called "dad", not anymore. Trace King spun around on his heel and glared at his daughter with a kind of hatred that seemed to come out of nowhere.
  
  
  "Then get out." The dark haired man spoke in a surprisingly even voice. So she did. Tess walked away from his house and went directly to that of her girlfriend, Quinn. Which, as she would soon find out, she wasn't going to like either.
  
  
  She should've known from the sounds coming through the door. She should of known from the way Quinn didn't answer her phone. She should have fucking known, goddamnit. But she didn't, and she opened the door to be greeted by something she could never forget. Her girlfriend, the girl she liked, fuck even loved, with a guy and far from clothed.
  
  
  She should've known.
  
  
  Maybe then she wouldn't have hit him so hard.

(PS: I can add more if need be)

 

[LastRomeo]

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Requisite

||Name||


Mina Yamazaki


||Age||


17


||Sexuality||


Homosexual


||Home State||


New York

Appearance

||Height||


5'4"


||Weight||


129 lbs.


||Hair||


Light brown, reaches to her mid torso.


||Eyes||


Dark Brown

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Background

||History||


On a sunny day in early March, Mina was born to a very religious family in New York City. Her parents were Catholic, and expected their precious daughter to be the perfect church girl you see in movies or something like that. As a young girl, she was perfectly able to be so, quiet and not willing to make disturbances for no reason, she was well liked in the church community and by her parents in turn. She was their precious angel, and they loved her for being the way they wanted her to be. It wasn't a perfect parent-daughter relationship, that's sure, but she was happy with it.


Mina did well in school, having a good attendance record and excelling in her classes as well, she gained the favor of her teachers quickly. She was a model student, and she didn't mind. Her peers were not as accepting as the adults in her life, saying she was too quiet or that she was too blunt for their tastes. She was fine with this, and preferred the care of the adults anyway. This preference kept up until near the halfway mark for middle school. It's a confusing time for everyone, and without many friends of her own, Mina quickly found herself lost in the rising hierarchy of kids. This lowered her from just unlocked to picked on by a few people. Mina was tough, so she was able to ignore most of the kids.


In the first year of high school, Mina figured out she was gay. It could have been earlier, but her realizations had been set back by her parents and their friends constantly encouraging her to find a nice boy, or that she'd eventually like boys, or that she had only loved that girl as a close friend. It took nearly the whole year for it to click that she had fallen for her best friend at the time, and it took two months for her to sort things out and confess. She was lucky, and the two had a secret relationship for something close to three months until they split due to the other not wanting to keep their relationship a secret anymore. Not wanting backlash from her parents, Mina ended the relationship and never got back to the friendship that they had.


She hadn't gone into another relationship since, and it wasn't until two years later when she came out to her parents. It only took a week after that to be hit with the news that she was going to the correction camp.


||Writing Sample||


Mina swore that her heart had never beaten this fast in her life. She was horribly nervous, and was listing of the ways that this could go wrong in her head. It wasn't like her to be so nervous about a tough situation, but this was more serious than anything that she had ever done before. She went over her reasons again, the things that gave her courage. One, her parents hadn't made any malicious comments about gay people in nearly a month, perhaps they had become more accepting. Two, her parents were exceptionally pleased with her for raising the bad grade she had gotten last quarter. Three, she hadn't had any arguments with her parents in a very long time. That was all she could think of right now, but she hoped and prayed that it would be enough. She nearly laughed, praying right now seemed a little ionic when her church friends insisted that all gay people would rot in hell. Thinking of it, she cracked a small smile.


With this smile on her face, she knocked on her parents' door and opened it as they said she could. It was a little late, and it looked like they were nearly ready to sleep. She took a deep breath. It was now or never. This thought was quite literal, as Mina had decided that she'd never be able to work up this large amount of courage ever again. So, she chose coming out over staying closeted forever and probably being miserable. Who knew, she could be miserable either way, but this way gave her a chance. She walked farther into the room, wringing her hands out of nerves before speaking to her parents, who looked like they were waiting for her to say something.


"Mom, Dad, I have something to confess. Before you say anything I would like to get it off of my chest first. You may say whatever you want to after. I'll say it outright, I am gay." She announced what had been weighing her down for years, but she wasn't relieved yet. Her heart was still thundering and her parents' silent gazes did not help the matter. She swallowed nervously, hearing her father taking a deep breathing, sharing a glance with her mother. Their faces were grim, this was not the accepting reaction she had hoped for.


"Honey, go to your room. Your mother and I need to speak in private," was the only thing her father said in reaction to Mina's confession. She quickly nodded and fled the room, even more anxious than before. She came to realize, after she had settled herself in her own room, that she had not yet been brought to tears by the occurrence. Perhaps she was still shocked by the outcome, or too nervous waiting for what would happen to her after this rejection by her parents. Instead of crying, she pulled the covers over herself with trembling hands, trying to push her nerve-filled thoughts out of her mind and pray that her parents had changed their mind by the morning. Unfortunately, the audible murmuring of her parents in the next room over kept her up, and her fears came back to her once again.

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[rainswings]

Name: Alex Mason (legal name is Alice)


Age: 17


Sexuality: non-binary/demiboy (he,they) demisexual (grey-panromantic)


Home State: Idaho


History: Alex had a fine life. Perfectly fine, until he told his parents he wasn't the little girl they thought he was. It would have been bad enough if he was just black and white transboy, but his inability to be comfortable with that description, since that isn't his gender, he was confusing as well as "wrong". He didn't even try to explain that he didn't feel an attraction to anyone normally; that would've just made it all worse. His family went cold to him after he came out only two months ago, a week after finally cutting his once very long and feminine hair.


Unique Talents/Hobbies:


Musician- Alex is in marching band, and plays trumpet excellently. In fact, he's looked into drum and bugle corps for when he's out of high school.


Monkey child- this kid will climb anything he can-- trees, rocks, ropes, poles, anything is fair game. He's fantastic at it, too.


I accidentally all the flirt- without being conscious of it, he's always been incredibly flirty. Really, he's just friendly and talkative, a real social butterfly, but if constantly comes off as flirting and gets him in awkward situations.


Master of Chatting- this kid has always had numerous friends, and is known for being able to text back fast and fluently while engaging in two or three other active conversations


Habits/Quirks:


Birdchild- most of the time Alex isn't conscious of it, but he's almost constantly humming, singing quietly, or otherwise making music. He doesn't have a bad voice, but it tends to be more feminine, which he's not completely comfortable with yet.


Fire up the motormouth- when a topic he's interested is brought up, he can talk for days on the subject. He doesn't intend to annoy, but he sometimes does.


Internal factbook- he's given to late night wiki trawls, and because of this he's got a wellspring of random trivia and occasionally useful facts or tips he found somewhere or another.


Personality Traits:


Actual cinnamon roll- He may know the evils of the world, but he's eternally hopeful and manages to remain surprisingly pure. He strives to be happy, and is easily spotted as a living teddy bear.


Open mouth, insert foot- his willingness to be chatty and friendly gets him into a lot of trouble. Too many times to count, he's gotten himself into trouble with his lack of filter once he gets going


Curious- a great double-edged sword that Alex carries, he frequently questions things and can't help but open up that Pandora's Box. He's found out vital things and found awesome places or things, but he's also caused plenty of trouble because he can't help but pry a little.


Secrets:


This one time at band camp- He tried pot exactly once, when some of the other girls corralled him with them to behind the band room to try the two joints one had brought. While he found it fairly pleasant, he didn't find it so addictive he just had to try it again.


Oh, and that other time- He fell asleep in a tree once, again at band camp, when practice let out early. He was up high, but slept soundly and was safe. When he woke however, it was several hours later. A bird with a bad wing had landed on him, but he was late to be home by multiple hours, with 20 missed calls from mom to prove it. If he'd admitted to falling asleep in a tree he would have been screwed. That, and the moment felt so magical he didn't feel like sharing it with just anybody.


Random facts:


If you poke his sides he collapses. This is a constant source of humor for his friends, and though it irritates him, it's not too much and he thinks it's pretty funny too.


He's fantastic at jump rope, and can double dutch to beat the devil.


He's actually raised a baby squirrel because he'd seen it out of its nest. There was an adult squirrel corpse on the road nearby, and there were crows coming closer to the still blind baby. The squirrel is named Frank. This was decided before realizing Frank is a girl.


Theme Song: OneRepublic- Everybody Loves Me


Writing Sample:


The first time Alex began to feel like he wasn't a girl was when he was in the fifth grade. The class was split up for the most basic form of sex ed, and when the boys were told to leave the room, he was filled with the urge to stand up. In fact, he did. This was met with laughter as he was told to sit back down, and though he did, it felt wrong whenever the class was referred to as girls. After that strange feeling, he almost completely stopped wearing skirts and dresses. They stopped feeling quite right on his skin, like a snake being stuck in the skin it was too big for.


The second time was when Frank had reached sexual maturity. Curious, Alex looked up how to tell the gender of a squirrel. Upon realizing he'd named the girl squirrel Frank, he apologized profusely to the squirrel, hoping his intentions would come across. Frank seemed to forgive him very quickly, curling on his lap and falling asleep. As he explained why he felt bad, he stumbled onto certain phrases that made more sense than he thought he would. "I'm sorry I've been misgendering you all this time, that doesn't feel right. I know the feeling." He'd startled himself with that sentence, and had an unwelcome level of conscious discomfort, until he joined tumblr a month later.


That was all the past.


In this moment, Alex stared at the "save changes" button, mouse hovering over it. He flicked to the other tab, the one with a post describing numerous different genders. Tumblr was problematic, but it did help with a lot of things. Like finding a word that described his gender. On another tab was a baby names site, where he'd selected some he liked, some that fit him. Alex sounded best of the bunch, but he was still nervous. What is this wasn't right, what if this didn't fit, what if he was lying to himself?


Anxious, he stopped, checking his phone again. It took looking back at a message he'd gotten from his mother, one that regerred to him as "beautiful young lady", that sent him over the edge. With a deep breath he went back to the tumblr tab, saving his changes before he could second guess them more. He was tired of constantly second guessing himself.


"I'm not a girl," He whispered to himself, changing how he referred to himself in his head. As he tentatively tried out the words "I'm a demiboy," it felt more correct than anything he'd said in years. Now set on it internally, he decided to save the change. He was tired of giving it up.


(Edit: Someone else is using the same last name)

 

[CherryKisses]

Name: Tamika Sterling

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bi

Home State: Harlem, New York

History: Tamika lives with her single mother. Her father ran away with some other women when she was 4. She lives in a strict catholic home and goes to a strict catholic school. Her mother is a huge homophobe, she describes gays as "the devils workers to help corrupt the world."

Unique Talents/Hobbies: dancing singing

Habits/Quirks:

- swears a lot

- Procrastinating

Personality Traits:

- sarcastic


- funny


- childish


- hot headed


- loyal

Secrets (Optional!):

Being bisexual

Random facts:

- food is her best friend

- has a nose peircing

- has multiple ear piercings

Theme Song: So what ~ P!nk

Writing Sample:




I walked over to my locker. Just as I opened it I got a text, "go to the park", it said. I smiled and dumped every thing in my locker and rushed out my school. Once I got to the park I saw a gorgeous girl standing there. " hey gorgeous!" i called over,"Hey babe", she greeted me. "so what did you need me for?" I said before kissing her. " I just wanted to see you in your uniform" she said while kissing me back.

"I find it funny that your a bisexual in a strict catholic school." She said. " Yeah it is" I answered her as we walked around.

Once I got home I tip toed to my bedroom. "Ahem" my mother said. "Oh hi Mother" I said awkwardly. "Where have you been, young lady?" She said sternly, "At a friends house..." I replied. "Doing what?" Now I knew she was getting annoyed. "Studying" I replied. Her face finally softened, "Oh just tell me next time" she said while walking away. I let out a breathe that I didn't know was holding "That was close" I said to myself.

I jumped on my bed and reached in my pocket. I then noticed my phone wasn't there. After searching I heard a terrifying screech coming from my living room. I quickly ran over to my living room to see my mom staring at my phone. "Oh sh*t" I whispered. "who is thins Bridget?" She asked in a small whisper. "a friend" I said acting dumb. "No, friends don't say I love you to each other or call each other cute" She said in disgust."Mom I can explain-" I was soon cut off my a slap, "No daughter of mine will be gay!" She yelled. I reached to feel my cheek, It felt burning hot. Tears soon gathered in my eyes. "Why, Tamika, Why? What happened to Jamal?" she demanded. We broke up" I answered. By now I was balling my eyes out. "So now your with this, this whore!" she hissed. "Don't call her that!" I cried. "You need help! Enjoy Hell!" She screamed.

Those words kept on echoing in my head, "You need help", "Enjoy Hell" That night I cried my self to sleep. My cheek was now bruised. My own mother even stopped speaking to me. Every time I walked into the room, she'd turn her head. It was until she threw a pamphlet at me that said it was a camp that helps gay kids.​

 

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It's

Name: Melanie (Mel) Henderson


Age: 17


Sexuality: Lesbian


Home State: Houston ; TX


Height: 5'4"


Weight: 122lbs


Ethnicity: Black American

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Not

Unique Talents/Hobbies: Piano, singing, dancing, poetry, tennis, writing fiction


Habits/Quirks: Never drinks anything with ice in it,


hums when she's nervous, bites nails when worried,


constantly twirls her hair,


is highly sensitive to critism,


bites her bottom lip when nervous


Personality Traits:

Intelligent

Responsible

Witty

Persuasive

Hot Headed

Cynical

Stubborn

Insecure

Random facts:


- Melanie is a cheerleader.


- She's in the top ten percent of her class.


- Melanie has been suspended three times for fighting about being a lesbian.


- She doesn't talk to her oldest sister because of her life choices.


- Melanie is left handed.


- Sometimes it's extremely hard to manage her hair.


- She loves to do her own makeup and help other people with their makeup


Theme Song: [media]
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History:


Born the youngest child, Melanie was spoiled rotten. She could have anything she wanted from a child to a teen. All of the toys, all of the possessions, all of the boys. Wait, the boys? She wasn't one hundred percent sure how she felt about guys. Her first and only boyfriend was when she was six years old. Tony Vasquez was stuck in her memory as the first man she tried to associate romantically with. After their kiss in the playground, Melanie didn't like that. Maybe it was before she was too young? She didn't get the chance to 'fully' discover the experience of being with a man?


Nope, in ninth grade she kissed a guy on the football team at a party for a dare. No. There wasn't anything there. Growing up, she realized that she was starting to stare at girls. Melanie noticed the silkiness of their hair, the softness of their skin, and the curve of their asses. That apparently seemed way more appealing than a scruffy face, bulging muscles, and a dick with a pair of balls. She wasn't sure of it at the time, but she was indeed a lesbian.


It was confirmed when she met her best friend Alexis. Alexis was the most beautiful woman she's ever encountered, but she was straight of course. There was no way she would fall for her.


It was hard seeing her best friend walk around not knowing how Melanie felt. Being the impatient person she is, she ups and tells her how she feel no holds barred. Fortunately, she felt exactly the same.


They dated up until Junior year until they were caught sleeping with each other at Alexis' house. Alexis' father yelled at both girls saying how he was going to tear them apart for good. Telling Melanie's parents, who was unaware she was gay, they reacted widely in disbelief. Feeling mortified, Melanie fell into a deep depression from not seeing her best friend or girlfriend anymore. Melanie's parents felt that instead of her spending time with her friends this summer, she goes to get 'fixed' at St. Joeseph's Chrstian camp.

Phase

The burning sensation against her lips returned when she brought back the blunt for another exaggerated inhale. Smoke escaped her mouth when she parted her full lips slightly. Coughing softly, she passed the drug to Alexis who was next to her. When she took it eagerly, this brought a smile to Melanie's face. It's almost alarming that she's so beautiful, but it's the simple fact that she made her smile as well. What the hell were they doing here now? At first they were able to hang out anytime they want without a care in the world and now there's this? Two high schoolers sitting in an abandoned house far away from where they live around. This all turned into shit, but she didn't care at all.


Suddenly, Alexis threw the small blunt across the room, however it didn't go far. She lets out an agitated yell, tears filling her eyes.


"This isn't FUCKING fair!" Quickly wiping away her tears, she turned towards her girlfriend. "We've spent two summers together and it's going to be ruined because of my fucking Dad."


Melanie looked down at the ground then gently turned her head towards her. "This ain't about your Dad. My parents are the ones who sending me to this sick place."


Alexis shook her head in disbelief, smirking mischievously. "I should go too. We should burn that place down." Hearing the laugh from her girlfriend, she turned over quickly. "I'm serious. A camp where gay kids go to where they can 'change'? It's SICK."


"And twisted. How is this even allowed?" Rubbing the back of her head, she groans. "What's next? Trump running for president?"


Alexis grabbed her hand ad smiled over at her hopefully. "I know you, babe."


"Hm?"


"You're going to try to take that place down, aren't you?"


"Or die trying." With the face Alexis made, Melanie changed her answer. "I'm pretty sure that there are other people that are going to want ti shut down. If not, we'll burn the shit up...calm down, jeez."


"I love you, asshole." Alexis sighs, laying her head on Melanie's shoulder with a couple of tears falling down her face.


"Love you too, crybaby."

​

 

[ailurophile]

It is what it is!

KISS

Name

Adelaide Naomi Prescott.




Nicknames

Della, Adele, Addie, Blondie, anything, really.

Age

Seventeen.

Gender

Cisfemale, identifies as a woman, predominantly preferring female pronouns.

Sexual/romantic orientation

If asked, she would probably change the subject. However, she's bisexual, leaning towards women.




Home State

Califorinia, baby!

AND

Negative Traits


? Vain.


? Proud.


? Fickle.


? Sarcastic.


? Flirty.

Positive Traits




? Enthusiastic.


? Laid back.


? Well meaning. Usually.


? Loyal.


? Cunning.


Quirks




? Always has at least a small section of her hair braided, even if the braid isn't visible.


? Never found with bare wrists, she always wears bracelets and bangles.


? If she applies flavoured lip balm, she'll have licked it off within a few minutes.





Fears




? Worthelessness, and being unloved-- she craves affection and acceptance, she'll follow the one who compliments her (even when they demean her) like a puppy. She fears being alone and dying that way.


? The dark, particularly the things that reside in it; she hates not knowing things, so being unable to see both frightens and irritates her. Her ultimate fear is becoming blind.


? Masks and those who wear them, or people with such heavy makeup or face paint that it distorts the way she views them: clowns are a prime example. Adelaide feels uneasy when she can't clearly read somebody's expression.




Hobbies/Talents


She is a talented singer, having starred in musicals in her local theatre and at school from a very young age. Because she's a bit of an actress, she's got a great memory as she has to remember lines. In addition, she is good at baking and origami, as well as hair styling and learning languages.

TELL!

Home life.

Adelaide was born into a Christian family to Andrew Prescott and his wife, Mary-Ann Prescott, as their second child. At the time of her birth, Adelaide's elder brother Joe was three, making him twenty at the time of the role play. Her family was always a close knit one, they kept in contact with everyone, including her grandparents and countless cousins. It was a strict family, but a loving one.


As a child, Adelaide was the picture of perfection: pretty, talented, obedient, and a real social butterfly. However, the family was shaken when Adelaide was just eleven-- Joe had always been a little odd, but he was suddenly sent away after assaulting several of his classmates. Adelaide never found why, although it seemed serious. Yet when he came back home, it was as if her parents have forgotten, they claimed he had been forgiven and that the incident should have been forgotten, and she went along with it.


As Adelaide began to grow, began to fill out, entered into her teenage years, she began to realise that she did not have the same experiences as her friends. She didn't drink, didn't party late, had never slept with anyone, and she began to be taunted for it. Despite her earlier belief that such things should be saved until after marriage, she let her boyfriend at the time (when she was sixteen) talk her into bed. After that, she began to rebel, realising there was more to life than being the good girl, suddenly she was partying and sleeping around and drinking, and she hadn't ever felt so alive! She fought with her parents every so often, but they always made up, the arguments were never terrible.


That was until her father walked in on her under the covers with her 'best friend' Rebecca. That was something that somehow, she couldn't be forgiven for. Her parents weren't terrible people, but they were intolerant, and suddenly Adelaide found herself being sent away to a camp designed to 'fix' her. She's ashamed of being gay, conflicted, because her parents have made it seem so wrong.

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[JoelHPIS]

Joel Matthews

Why rock, when you can roll? Joel

Fight

NAMEJoel Kieran Matthews


NICKNAMESJoely - by almost everyone at school and his friends and bandmates.


Joeline - by anyone who wants to annoy him due to his 'feminine' side.


AGE/BIRTHDAY17/June 24th


BAND/POSITIONHer Pride Is Suffering/Lead singer and lead guitarist.


GENDERMale


SEXUALITYBi-sexual

For

THEME SONGA Ricochet - LostprophetsHOME STATENew YorkFAMILYKaren Matthews - Mother,

What

HABITS/QUIRKSTapping to beats


Playing with his hair





FACTSHe is anemic but tries his best to hide it.


He is actually very sensitive.


He often cries himself to sleep, but would never tell anybody how he felt.


His mother has tried many punishments to try 'correcting' him.

You

PERSONALITYJoel is typically a very quiet person around people he doesn't know and outside the music industry, not being very social to anyone he isn't familiar with. Around colleagues, his friends and bandmates, he is a lot more outgoing and friendly. He likes to mess around and often causes trouble for his higher ups such as teachers and band manager.


Joel is accepting and friendly towards anyone, always happy to gain a new friend. He is kind and polite and is always a good person to talk to in times of need, being trustworthy and comforting. However, get on the wrong side of him and you aren't befriending him again. He ignores people completely if they do wrong by him. He may dislike someone, but will tolerate them and still be kind to them.


Joel may be usually a fairly happy teen, but he can become downhearted when it comes to his anemia. He hates it, it often makes him have to cancel gigs and become unable to go out with his friends. Otherwise, Joel is typically happy and laid back. He accepts almost anything and avoids conflict like the plague, wanting to make everyone happy. He rarely gets angry, but when he does, the person who angered him would full well regret it.


Joel can quite often be fairly lazy and will skip school due to oversleeping or being 'ill'. However, he is intelligent and easily makes up his grades, often boring him. He becomes distracted easily and often hums to himself or taps tunes. He doodles and draws a lot in class and some of his class notes are written in Japanese due to how bored he can get.


Music is Joel's method of chilling out. He likes to casually play his guitar and sing to himself. He is happy to perform in front of crowds and audiences and will always be eager to work on new music.


Romantically, Joel doesn't do so well. He has plenty of fangirls and people who want to date him, that's not the issue. He suffered a very bad relationship and break up and hasn't dated again in years. He doesn't really understand how romance works, just that he does wish he had someone to lean on no matter what happened. He likes the idea of love and comfort and is starting to become more open towards the idea of a relationship.HISTORYJoel grew up fairly well despite not having his father around. He was wealthy and intelligent and had many friends. He and his brother, Josh, always got along well and supported each other constantly, always there to comfort each other. However, Joel's mother, Karen, did not approve of his decision to focus more on his music than his studies. Joel ignored her anger towards him and strived to be a good musician. The arguing got worse when Joel revealed he was bi-sexual and that he was crushing on a guy. His mother resented him for it, before discovering a 'straight camp'. She told him how it was just a phase, that this camp would help him get over it. He argued that it wasn't a phase and he didn't want to go. But she insisted he was wrong and that he must go.

Love

SAMPLEJoel was very quiet as he sat in his bedroom, staring at the ground. He didn't want to go to the camp, his mother was making him. He hated the whole concept. He wasn't good with people and he didn't wish to be 'corrected'. Josh supported him, he had tried to talk their mother out of it. Joel had cried to him over it all, he had been weak and given into his emotions. He hadn't meant to, not in front of Josh.


The small teen sighed and looked to his guitar. He picked it up, the white shining in the light as he placed it across his lap and began playing a little, singing to himself. He was happy for a moment until his mother came in. Yelling at him to stop and pack his things. He went quiet, feeling tears in his eyes as he put his guitar into it's carry case. He was shaking as he pushed some clothes to one side and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. This was his last day here. And he was terrified.


The next thing he knew, he was waking up. He must have fallen asleep in his own depression. He sighed and saw his things had been packed for him. He also noticed his mother looking incredibly angry. He hid his face beneath the blankets, shaking. He hated it when people were angry with him. It honestly scared him to death. Eventually, the yelling was over and Joel was being sent away, scared and alone to this brand new home.

 

[killerqueenie46]

BASICS

Anastasia Bianca Caldwell-Lawrence


17


Female, uses She/Her and They/Them


Lesbian


Boston, MA (right across from the commons, in a HUGE townhouse.)

History

Anastasia got her name because of the saint, and her middle name because of her parents' love of Shakespeare. Her parents were loving and fair, but her father is a pastor, and his church is relatively homophobic. When he heard that Aria Williams, the school rebel (who was also secretly her girlfriend), kissed Anastasia at a party, he grew scared. He didn't want his little girl going to hell. So, he consulted with her mother, and sent her here.

Other

Ana is an extremely gifted writer, and someday hopes to become a journalist.


When Anastasia is anxious, she rips off the white part of her nails.


Anastasia is kind, hopeful, intelligent, and suave. She is also a doormat, quiet, anxious, and sensitive.


One time Ana bumped into Tom Brady on a train.


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Writing Sample

Anastasia was taken aback, as Aria pressed her lips against Ana's. She had seemingly been flirting with her all night, her hand occasionally reaching over to grab Ana's thigh, or stroking her chest, but she was getting direct.


"You know, we've been together for awhile," Aria tugged at her bra strap. "But, still, no fucking. Not even kissing!" She groaned in exasperation.


"A-Aria, my parents will KILL me." She bit her lip.


"Who cares? Tonight we're just two girls." Aria giggled, leading her into a huge wine cellar. She set her phone down, playing Body Language by Queen.


"You know me so well." She blushed, as Queen was her FAVORITE band. Little did they know that someone was watching, as they passionately made out.


~


It had been almost a week since Anastasia and Aria got ratted out, and it was time to get to camp. She had packed her bags, and expected to be alone as she left, but she could somewhat see a slender young woman, with dark hair, hiding behind a bush bawling. Aria. Before she was pushed into the car, she quickly blew her a kiss. "I'm sorry," she mouthed at Ana. "I love you." But it was too late. They were through

 

[Paint The Wind]

Realistic Picture

Willow Amalia Leighten

16


Lesbian


New York


Willow had a fairly normal life. She had three little siblings, one little brother named Johann(6), twin sisters named Maria and Anna(9), and Elisabeth(14). Her mother was a grant writer and her father was a stay at home dad with her little brother.


She lived in Germany for the first 12 years of her life and moved to America in 6th grade.


When Willow started high school she began to experiment with her sexuality, not wanting a label yet. She was just trying everything out. She was in a relationship from sophomore year until her parents caught her in her room making out with her girlfriend a year later. They were furious and sent her girlfriend out immediately. They looked around for something that could cleanse their daughter and found the 'Straight Camp' and shipped her off without another word, only wanting to talk to her once she was clean.


She can: Ride horses, play the violin, and loves to write stories and poetry.


She is very calm and quiet personality wise. She is extremely introverted and hates big crowds. She is also very thoughtful, and can be very persuasive. However, she can be too much of a pushover sometimes, and her calm sensitivity can make her very prone to getting hurt.


One random fact about her is that along with her fluent English(with an accent) and German she can also speak Slovak and Hungarian.


Her theme song is Elevator


Love Letter


Sample:


Willow was in her room with her girlfriend, May, of a year and two months. She was holding hands with her and they were just chatting about the day and what had gone on. Soon Willow's cat jumped up onto her lap. Willow giggled. "Frodo! You ruined the moment." She moved the tiny brown kitten.


When Willow looked back up her eyes met May's and she gazed into May's gorgeous bright blue eyes. She smiled slightly and pressed her lips to May's cheek. "You're so gorgeous. Especially with the sun shining on your hair, you look like a goddess." She then went in for a more passionate kiss and continued this until she heard the door open and a shocked gasp.


"Willow Amalia!" her mother shouted. She glared at May. "Out of my house!" May whimpered and left quickly. "Mom, no!" Willow cried, looking at her mother. "How dare you kiss a girl? That is disgusting! Go wash out your mouth right now." Willow had tears in her eyes. "But Mom I love her!" she wailed. "Go! I'll find a punishment for this monstrosity. I'm disgusted by you."
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((Unfortunately I'm on my phone and don't have access to any coding stuff so this is the best I could do. Sorry!))

 

[vixe]

W I P


Face claim: Cherry Albrecht

B a s i c

Name:

Maylynn Remora

Nicknames:

May, Remmy

Age:

17

Sexual orientation:

Lesbian

Home state:

Arizona

L o o k s

Height:


5'2


Weight:


134 lbs


Style:

Her style is literally whatever she wants to be on the certain day. She wears a lot of shorts and knee high socks, but she doesn't like to categorize herself with labels and such.

Body type:

Pear shaped

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Requisite

Name: Fabienne Lucrois


Age: 17


Sexuality: Bisexual


Home State: Florida, Tampa

Persona

Unique Talents/Hobbies: Ingenious Bassist and Guitarist


Habits/Quirks:


Runs hands through hair when nervous


Plays around with every pen that comes to her hands


Personality Traits:


Kind


Good humor


Intelligent


Low self-esteem


Shy


Depressive


Secrets: Dreams of playing in a band some day


Random facts: Has had no relationship before

Backround

History:


Fabienne always had it hard. Her parents were divorced early. The stepfather was rude and her mother became strict towards her. She never got physically harmed, but berated and punished with house arrest. That pulled down her self-esteem early and with that, she got more of a loner. Having the feeling to be hated by all, she fled herself into music. She got a depression, but never even thought about suicide. As her parents suspected her to be a lesbian, because she showed interest in girls just as in boys, they put her in the camp.

Additions

Writing Sample:


It had been a day like any other. Fabienne had been in school. She had recieved a test she had done. Maths, her nemesis. Fabienne had gotten a C, which was very good for her. At least she thought so. Of course her mother was not satisfied, not to mention her stepfather. No, he had even called her a "complete moron". Fabienne, after school, had sadly went to her room. It was depressing how she got treated. Sitting on the bed, Fabienne was near to cry.


Instead of that, she got out her favorite guitar, a Dean VMNT Dave Mustaine Angel of Deth and played her favorite song. "It was Fear of the Dark" by Iron Maiden. She played it with the guitar connected to headphones, so she would not disturb anyone. She played for a little while, going through various albums of Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Metallica.


That was until her mother entered. "Honey, i got to tell you something.", she said. Honey? Fabienne was worried now. Usually her mother did not use that word. Was she in trouble? "What is it mom?", the girl replied in her usual saddened tone. "Well... Me and Greg were not sure if you were following... The right path.", Fabienne´s mother told her. "Path... What is that supposed to mean?", the now suprised redhead asked. "Well, we do have the feeling you are... Interested in... girls. And that is inacceptable. We therefore put you in a camp to straighten you up again.", the woman said and Fabienne was paralyzed. "You will depart tomorow. No backtalk.", her mother said and the quickly left Fabienne´s room. It took the teenager a bit to understand what she had just been told. Then, depressedly, she started packing her things.

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[Suzumaki Arakai]

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| SEXUALITY |

Heterosexual (for now)

| UNIQUE TALENTS/HOBBIES |

? Cadence has been boxing - entering competitions and things of the like - since his father introduced him to the sport. He's never gone a weekday without practicing or exercising since his 8th grade year of school; though, he started boxing before then. He just didn't get as into it as he is now until later on. ?


? In middle school, he learned to play the piano and guitar, but is still only a novice and knows maybe... two or three songs with each. He can also play a harmonica - This being because his little cousins liked to listen to him. ?


? Cadence collects Japanese kokeshi dolls. ?

| HABITS/QUIRKS |

? He lousily holds up his right-hand pinkie when doing things like: drinking from a glass, pointing (which makes it appear as though he's giving a rock sign), typing on a keyboard, etc. ?


? Rubs his right ear when sleepy. ?


? Has a habit of tapping his foot and avoiding eye contact when nervous, anxious, or lying. ?


? Cadence clicks his tongue a lot - Especially when making perverted remarks and joking around. He also tends to do it when something doesn't go his way, the motto being something like: "Can't be helped." then a simple click of the tongue. ?

| PERSONALITY |

Adaptable | Confident | Friendly | Freewheeling | Outspoken | Careless | Conceited | Somewhat Cynical | Dishonest | Perverse


Cadence is a hard to understand guy. When you first meet him, he gives the impression that he's generous and a good listener, but in all reality he doesn't give two shits about what you have to say. He doesn't consider people friends nor enemies. They're all acquaintances. Meaning if someone does him wrong, he cares not about who they are, and holds the grudge for a while, but eventually lets it go. Cadence doesn't care to backstab and blackmail people; another thing describing his "friend nor foe" trait. If hurting a fellow acquaintance means benefiting him, he'll do it in a heartbeat - no hesitation. He never truly trusts a person, and believes that love and other emotions of the sort are mere illusions. He thinks that if someone confesses to him, they're doing it only to benefit themselves - or if someone helps him out, he won't pay them back due to thinking it's exactly what they were expecting of him. Something that's sort of annoying is how Cadence knows he's attractive and good at what he does. He's very confident, but isn't a sore loser. He adapts to new surroundings and takes surprises easily, believing that whatever happens was just meant to happen. Cade just goes with the flow of things. He's open to trying new things... Though, sometimes it takes a minute before he can really go along with it depending on the situation. For example, sleeping with someone of the same gender. Cadence doesn't look at something he's about to do and wonder what could go wrong - He just does it, then deals with the consequences later. Again... it all depends on what's going on - He has his limits. He doesn't really worry about hurting the feelings of others - Many people describe him as a self-centered asshole... and it's kind of true. Since he was little, he's been practicing boxing and wrestling, and has participated in several state tournaments; nothing outside of West Virginia, though. Don't get me wrong on his personality, by the way! Cadence is a funny guy. He's goofy and careless, and never really overthinks things - He's just really simple and easy to get along with. The only problem is that some people tend to mistake their relationship with him. While it may seem like you two are the closest people in the world, Cadence doesn't actually care for your well-being. He likes partying and sleeping around, so don't expect much honesty and loyalty out of him. Cadence is a very deceitful person.

| SECRETS |

? Cadence has a daughter. She isn't even a year old yet, and is partially the reason for him ending up in the Straight Camp. The mother has named her Candice, and her birthday is June 27th. ?

| HOME STATE |

West Virginia

| HISTORY |

Cadence was born in Princeton, West Virginia, but was raised in one of said state's shittiest towns: Lashmeet. His father is an ex-marine, and used to be a coal miner before rising in the business and working his way up to being a health and safety inspector, while his mother was just a simple convenience store cashier. He grew up in a small house back in the woods, but still had neighbors. He was taught to work on a farm and care for certain animals, as well as cut and stack wood, lay gravel, etc. Basically all of the stereotypical countryside activities.


Because he was difficult to deal with and was deemed uncooperative, his parents put him in pre-school early; three years old. He was just a little brat up until he started getting older and into different things, in which he just stayed away from home for the longest of times. During his first year of middle school; sixth grade, he got into boxing after his father told him a bit about the sport, and he met a guy named Austin who eventually became his "homie"... as they called it for a while before realizing how retarded they sounded.


At the age of eleven, Cadence started smoking cigarettes, and was quickly introduced to smoking pot (aka. marijuana). He was also a bit of an anime/manga nerd, but can't remember when he took an interest to it. Drinking came along slowly as he started getting out more often, especially after meeting Austin. The guy's mother was really easy-going and let them do whatever. Apparently she was a big pot-head back in her high school days, and didn't really mind her son becoming one as long as he was reasonable with it.


Cadence also met Brianna when he was eleven, and the two took each other's virginity. They actually dated for a month or two before Cade cheated on her, thinking he was big shit. As time went on, he became known as his school's biggest player, and one of the biggest pot heads - He even sold it for a little bit. Life was pretty much the same for a while. Every morning he'd wake up and smoke, go to school, hang out with Austin and others afterwards, and come weekends he would go to frequent parties and get laid.


While at one of these parties - around the age of thirteen or fourteen - Cadence met a group of people who would later on get him into a lot of trouble. One of the girl's from the little hang out had an uncle who was known to be a big crack addict. She managed to hook him and Austin up with some of it, and the three smoked from a rigged pipe down in the woods behind her uncle's house.

| THEME SONG |

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| WRITING SAMPLE |

Upon waking up this morning, Cadence wasn't expecting to find his first one-night-stand sitting at his dining room table, talking to his parents about only God knows what. He had casually been strolling through the hallway when he suddenly heard the girl's familiar voice - His heart dropped in his chest, and he quickly did a U-turn and started back towards his bedroom... but then his father called out, "Eugene," and Cade stopped in his tracks. He cursed silently to himself and popped his head around the corner; slowly.


"Dad?... Mom..." Cadence cleared his throat, finally stepping out to present himself as a whole, nodding at the girl he knew chemistry-wise, but not truly, "B-Brittany."


"Brianna."


"Brianna! Right, right. M-my bad- Just pretend... I didn't do that." By now, Cadence knew he had fucked up. Big time. You see... Brianna is actually the girl who took his virginity, and she's also currently pregnant with his child, which he was very disappointed to hear about. Now, don't get me wrong, Cadence didn't knock her up the very first time they slept together - No, he and Brianna were on and off for about a month before his pull-out game hit rock-bottom.


"Cadence-"


"Yes!?" He snapped from his thoughts within the instant his mother spoke up.


"Take a seat. Your father and I would like to talk with you." She said calmly, motioning towards a lone chair, which sat on the opposite side of the table as everyone else. He glanced down at it, then at his father, then back down at the chair, pointing awkwardly, "Y-you sure?"


"Sit down, boy!" His father growled, and Cadence raised his hands in the air, "Okay, okay."


The room grew silent for what felt like forever, but was probably only five minutes. Everyone's eyes but Cade's were downcast towards the table as though they couldn't find the will to speak. He just sat patiently... and awkwardly, knowing that if he spoke up first, his father would start yelling out in lecture. That is, if this is over what he's thinking it is. If Cadence can remember correctly, he told Brianna he was gay as an excuse not to go out with her and take care of their child.


"Cadence..." His mother spoke again.


"Hm?"


"...Brianna, here, tells us that... You. And her. Are expecting a child?" She leaned forward on the table, staring Cadence dead in the eyes with a stern expression. Cade just glanced awkwardly at Brianna, then at his father, then back at his mother with a forced smile, "Whaaaaaat?"


"Are you gay?"


"Wh-what? Dad?" Suddenly the situation became a bit more serious as the question arose. So Brianna did tell them about it - He feared that happening. Sitting up straight in his chair, Cadence laughed and stared his father in the eyes - waiting.


When no one spoke, he just stood up and spun around with both hands twined behind his head, "Oh my God, you can't be serious?" He argued, walking back over to the table and pointing at Brianna, preparing to speak before she decided to: "Cadence, you told me you were."


"...It was a lie!" He raised his voice.


"But it wasn't!"


"Uh... but it was!"


"Enough, you two!" The father slammed his hands down on the table, glaring at his son and the supposed soon-to-be mother of his child. Once again everyone grew quiet - Cadence sat back down and buried his face in his hands with a frustrated sigh. "Cadence." The mother spoke up in a gentle tone - Cade just looked at her.


"Brianna said she saw you kiss Austin... Is this true?" She asked. Austin is Cade's childhood friend. They met as novice members of the boxing club, and just started hanging out after that. Cadence is the bad influence that introduced the guy to smoking, in which he used it as a gateway and is now known as a bit of a pill junkie. Luckily for Cade, he was never stupid enough to go too much further than pot... except once. That didn't last long, however. He had just gotten mixed up with a bad crowd and let his intoxication get the best of him, resulting in him smoking crack for the first time, which eventually turned into a weekend routine for about two months until his parents found out. (WIP)

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Lena Markey

"It's not a choice. It's my life. "

 

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Name:

Lena Alice Markey

Age:

16

Sexuality:

Homosexual/Lesbian

Home State:

Ohio

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[StellaLuna]

Realistic Picture

Name: Fin Barakat


Age: 17


Birthday: June 18th


Sexuality: Fin swears that he is straight and totally in love with just about every girl he see's, but everyone seem to think he likes boys due to how 'flirty' he can be with his friend Alex while they joke around.


Home State:Tennesse


History: Ever since Fin was in elementary school he's been a ladies man. He constantly flirts with just about every girl who crosses his path. Once Fin was in middle school he became friends with the new kid, Alex. It didn't take long for their friendship to grow, causing them to spend all of their time together. Once they hit high school rumors that they were gay started to surface. The rumors only got worse once Alex came out as gay. Alex being gay itself never bothered Fin. However, when Fin was accused of being in a homosexual relationship with Alex he always got really defensive, and pissed off. This caused him to get in several fights. In order to fight the rumors, his constant flirting with girls only got worse. He tried to sleep with as many girls as possible to prove himself straight to everyone around him, and even himself. While Fin swears he's straight he occasionally finds himself struggling with thoughts of wanting to kiss Alex, and things of that sort. Every time Fin struggles with thinking of Alex in a homosexual way he lashes out, yelling at Alex over every little thing. This often takes a toll on their friendship for a short amount of time, until Fin talks himself into 'knowing' that he's defiantly straight. One day at a party he was dared to kiss Alex, and the word got back to his parents. His parents had always had suspicions themselves that Fin was gay. He had always acted overly sensitive...and he was always with Alex. They didn't even give Fin time to defend himself or prove himself straight before they signed him up for straight camp. They would not tolerate having a gay son.


Unique Talents/Hobbies:


-Fin is musically gifted, and can learn how to play any instrument decently within a few minutes. However, he prefers playing guitar and singing


-He can hold his breath for approximately one minute and fifty-eight seconds straight. Yes he's timed it multiple times before and averaged it out.


Habits/Quirks:


-When Fin gets nervous he scratches the back of his neck with his left hand


- When listening to music he has to have the volume on a positive number, in fact he swears he can hear it when it's on an odd number


Personality Traits:


Negative


-He doesn't know how to express any negative emotions, so he tends to show them as anger/short temper


-He doesn't seem to understand when to stop/ when he's annoying people


-He loves to gossip, and rarely ever keeps a secret


-He has a history with depression, but does a good job at covering it up until he is alone and can let his feelings out.


Postive


-He is very caring, and would do anything just to get someone to smile


-He loves to joke around and make people laugh


-He is very protective of the ones he loves and cares about


Secrets (Optional!):


Although he claims to be straight he has struggled with the homosexual thoughts for his best friend in the past. Every time he has stated to consider the fact that he might like Alex he tries to repress his feelings, which causes him to lash out on Alex.


Writing Sample:


The sound of Blink-182's album Enema of State played through two speakers placed on opposite sides of the room. I was on my fifth beer of the night as we started a game of drunken truth or dare. I was at my buddy Alex's house with a few of our closest friends and some girls. I was having trouble keeping my attention on Asher has he spared every single detail about the night he lost his virginity, following a truth.


"Fin, Truth or dare." Asher turned to me after he finished his story. "Uhhh...." I looked around the room as I pretended to think of an answer. "Dare." I stopped, looking Asher dead in the eyes as I answered. Not to brag or anything but I'd been known in my friend group as the 'king of all dares'. Asher laughed a bit and rolled his eyes at me. "You're a trip. I dare you to kiss...." He trailed off looking around the room for a suspect. While he looked around I took the time to scan the room, mentally pointing out every girl I'd be happy to kiss, which just happened to be all of them. "A-Alex." Asher's eyes focused in on a drunken Alex, who happened to be in his own little world at the time, twiddling his thumbs. "Huh?" Alex looked up in a blank stare after hearing his name. "I dare Fin to kiss Alex." Asher spoke with confidence this time. I felt everyone's eyes lock on me as they waited for a response.


I had never turned down a dare before. I had to do it, without any signs of hesitation or I'd lose my title. "Oh come on, that's too easy." I boasted trying to act like it didn't phase me. "If it's so easy then why don't you do it?" Asher shot back at me. "Alright alright.." I got up and walked over to Alex. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, and the room began to spin. I think I'm gonna be sick... "We're waiting." Asher egged me on. I drew in a deep breath and grabbed each side of Alex's and pulled him closer to me, before kissing him. Once our lips met my stomach started turning, and my heart sped up.


I tried to pull away but this time Alex pulled me back in, kissing me multiple times. I didn't give myself time to process it, instead I just kissed Alex back. I didn't even react when Alex shoved his tongue in my mouth.


"Okay, okay. We get it I'm uncultured." Asher pulled me away from Alex. Once I opened my eyes again I was face to face with Alex, staring him straight in the eyes. He had a drunken smile plastered on his face. "Damn Finny." Alex giggled. What I had just done started to set in. I'd just made out....with my best friend...My best friend who I'd considered having feelings for before. "Oh God.." I leaned forward putting my head in my hands. "Dude, are you alright?" Alex put a hand on my shoulder, that I quickly shrugged off. "Uh yeah...just had too much to drink..I think I'm gonna be sick." I tried to stand up, practically falling over my own feet in the process. "Yaaayy! Puking Rally!" a few of the guys cheered as I quickly made my way to the bathroom.


I made it to the toilet just in time to empty out my stomach. After I finished puking I sat on the floor and brought my knees to my chest. "Hey, are you alright?" I heard Alex's voice. I didn't respond, I chose to ignore him. "Fin, Fin are you alright?" Alex asked again, this time rubbing my back as he did so. "Get the hell away from me." I shoved him straight in the chest with both of my hands. "Don't you dare ever touch me again." I gave him the most cold-hearted look I could muster at the time. "I'm sorry bro. I think you've had too much to drink.." Alex didn't back away from me. "My drinking isn't the problem here. You are. How could you force me to make out with you in front of all of those people!?" I rose my voice, getting more pissed off with each word. I watched as Alex's jaw dropped and he began stammering over words. "Wh-what.. I-I-I don't know what...what you mean. You're kidding. You kissed me back. I didn't force you to do anything!" Alex ended his sentence with anger in his voice.

 

[thegreathero]

Lane West

AGE:

18

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GENDER:

AGENDER (USES SHE/HER, PREFERS THEY/THEM)

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SEXUALITY:

ASEXUAL BIROMANTIC

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ETHNICITY:

CHINESE

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HOME STATE:

CHICAGO

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HEIGHT:

5'2"

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WEIGHT:

130lbs

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HISTORY

Lane lives with her mother in a small, out of town suburb where the general reaction to every problem is to go to church and pray for it to go away on it's own. She was always standoffish, even as a child: she had a habit of trusting her instincts, and most of the time they were sirens warning her away from the people around her. This includes her mother, who she came to recognise is heavily manipulative and controlling.


She was also figured out she wasn't a girl pretty early on. The way people referred to her just never settled right in her stomach, and she felt exhausted trying to keep up with everyone's ideas of femininity and gender roles. She didn't understand why she couldn't just be judged for herself as a person, not with annotations of whatever boxes people put her into. The same went with sex- she never got the appeal, or understood how people just... felt that way about each other. She was familiar with the butterflies of a crush, but the concept of sex was just weird to her.


Her mother, concerned with appearances as she was, spoke to her many times about dating, making hints at it and trying to send her on dates, but the final straw didn't come from Lane's flat out refusal to participate- it was the rumours spreading about her that spurred her to send Lane to a camp. She had refused to believe her daughter was anything but straight, but thinking she needed a little nudge to be put back on the 'right' tracks, she phoned up St Joseph's and things quickly fell underway.

PERSONALITY

HABITS/QUIRKS:


SLOW BLINKING AT PEOPLE SHE TRUSTS


WEARING HEADBANDS AT INCREASINGLY WEIRD ANGLES TO KEEP HAIR OUT OF HER FACE


WILL WALK OFF IF SHE'S TIRED OF A CONVERSATION. WON'T MAKE EXCUSES





PERSONALITY TRAITS:


QUIET


SENSIBLE


CALM


PATIENT (TO A DEGREE)


APATHETIC


LETHARGIC


UNCOMPROMISING


BLUNT

RANDOM FACTS:


WOULD BE GOOD AT SPORTS IF SHE EVER TRIED


ALWAYS TIRED


NEVER SLEEPS BEFORE 3AM


WAS MISTAKEN FOR A MANNEQUIN AT A STORE ONCE


DIDN'T CORRECT ANYONE TOUCHING HER CLOTHES


ADOPTED: HER MOTHER IS WHITE


KNOWS THREE CHINESE PHRASES: HI, BYE, AND NO


TALENTS:


PAINTING


STANDING UTTERLY STILL


MAKING NO EXPRESSION WHATSOEVER


POKER


THEME SONG:


PULASKI AT NIGHT - ANDREW BIRD


SECRETS:


BEING AGENDER

WRITING SAMPLE

"You know that I love you, honey." Her mother's voice quavered as she rested a palm against Lane's back. She didn't bother to look up. She knew the waterworks had already begun. Hopefully they didn't drip onto the page she was currently leaning over.


"Mhm," she said.


"You're so beautiful, and intelligent, and so polite to everyone you meet. I always wonder how I ended up with such a lovely girl... I love you so much. But sometimes, Laney, caring for someone means having to accept their flaws... and try to help fix them, in any way you can."


"Yeah, okay."


"I know you're... struggling to bond with other kids your age right now. You've always been so much smarter than your peers, and it's divided you from them. Now you're nearly an adult, and you don't know the first thing about socialising. What's... acceptable, and what's not."


"Okay."


"Getting that haircut, sweetie? That was a little bizarre, I admit. Not that it doesn't look good on you, of course, but- the impression it gives off is a little, I don't know... And lately all of your sketches..." Her mother covered her mouth and glanced around Lane's room. Across most of her walls, watercolour sketches of nude bodies were sprawled over the dry white wallpaper. "It's beautiful, of course, but don't you think it's a little... crass?"


It was incredible how fast she could go from teary-eyed to nitpicking. Lane wasn't going to get any more work done on this particular drawing, at least not while her mom was still delivering backhanded compliments that rocked her head back and forth and made her sick.


She'd cut off her hair because she was sick of accidentally chewing the long strands that got stuck in her cereal. Because she hated people assuming they knew things about her from arbitrary things like the length of her hair. She drew naked people because they looked nice.


"I'm afraid about your... your future, darling. There are a lot of women up here. It misleads a lot of people, your interests. Mrs Primbly across the road the other day made some coarse remarks about you and... your preferences. I tore her a new one of course, love, but it's an honest worry of mine that any future prospects might be ruined by your confusion and-"


"Mom, I saw the pamphlet." Cutting her off with a crisp snap of her book, Lane looked at her mother from the corner of her eye. Here was where the woman started to combust. She spluttered; half-denials coming out of her mouth that she was going to demand anything, insistences that she was waiting for Lane's final say in any decisions. Lane had already seen the neat cursive handwriting on the pamphlet spelling out a date and time for her to be dropped off.


Though most of her paintings had faded with time, Lane felt like her mom was the one washed out in the morning light. She looked tired, worn out despite her attempts to cover it up with foundation and subtle makeup. Lane was probably most, if not the entire source of that tiredness in her eyes.


She'd never really made the effort to play along with her mother's games, whether they be mental or social. She ignored attempts to parley with the neighbours, skipped sunday church; the effect was obvious in her mother's weighted disappointment and the resulting judgemental whispers of people around them.


Lane couldn't care less about the gossips, but obviously it mattered to her mom. And fucked up as it was, Lane still cared about her, in some small detached measure. She still wanted to alleviate the stress on her, even if it was just a little. That was why she cut her mother short again now, by clearing her throat.


"It's fine, mom." She shrugged. "I'll go."


"Oh!" The relief was palpable in her mother's eyes and voice. "I'm so glad! You're such an obedient girl, Laney! You'll love it there! I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends!"


"Thanks," she said. "Can I get back to drawing now?"