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Personality

Personality Goods: Describe in Paragraph or 5 Traits

Personality Bads: Describe in Paragraph or 5 Flaws

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Background

Bio: (At least 7 sentences, give us who your person is and what they've experienced in first person view through their point. IC does NOT have to be 1st person this is just for character description.)

Writing Sample: [At least two to three detailed paragraphs that showcase your ability to play a character]

 

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"I'm the nicest firecracker the universe has to offer."

Full Name : Nadiana Maja Bella
Nicknames: Nadi
Gender: Female
Age: 22

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eyes: Hazel-Green

Piercings, Tattoo's, etc:
~ Foot tattoo: "My word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."
~ Standard Ear Piercings

Job / Occupation: Entertainment Personality | YouTuber


Personality

Personality Goods:
~Ambitious
~Keen
~Magnanimous
~Nurturing
~Thoughtful

Personality Bads:
~Anxious
~Scornful
~Pugnacious
~Feisty
~Devious

Fears:

• Never making a difference/impact
• Being alone
• Humiliation past repair
• The Dark

Quirks/habits:

• Has a habit of being bratty when upset.
• Flares her nostrils when upset.
• Gets stubborn when she's sad and holds her wrists.

Skills/talents: Film and Sound editing, Cinematography, Acting, Writing, Producing, Debating and Philosophy, First-Aid, Knowledgeable in Psychology and behavior, Great in persuasion, Speaks English, Italian, Spanish, and Japanese; Very Flexible; She can do advanced Yoga, She can whistle loud and in musical melody, Can recall an insane amount of shows and movies and their passages, She can also draw extremely well.

Interests/Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Working out, arguing (will not lose), reading, watching movies (loves horror), cooking, makeup, fashionista, playing video games, vlogging, dancing, exploring, kickboxing, making others laugh, going to comedy shows/clubs.

Likes: Film, Movies, Shows, Entertainment, Acting, Nightlife, Spiritualism, Wisdom, Fun environments, Intellect, Compassion, Animals, Music, Books, Exercising, Traveling, Philosophy, Psychology, Comedy, Creative arts, Fine Arts.

Dislikes: DISHONESTY, Disloyalty, Arrogance, Selfishness, Disrespect, Sudden change, Men who hit women, Boredom, Being forced to do something, Repeating herself.



Background

Bio:

Spoiler: Nadi's Camp Bio

" My name is Nadiana Bella, but my friends call me Nadi, and I am 22 years of age and I'm from Palo Alto, California. I am a YouTuber, entertainer, and also an actress, writer, and producer. I guess I'm technically not super famous but I have a great following on Social Media. Uh I mainly started out doing skits and game streams on my channel until I realized I have my own unique personality and stories to tell. Now I do vlogs, I act in short films and some extra roles, game stream, prank vids, you name it. All my life I was that quiet kid in the class that secretly made straight A's and B's. I graduated from Stanford University a year ago. I'm one of those open heart type of people as opposed to having a selection of friends. I played soccer competitively growing up wanting to go to the majors one day, until I picked up writing and learned how natural I was at it. Then my dad dared me to enter a play just for fun, but it actually turned out pretty good because he nor anyone really knew my creativity as a young girl. I was 8 years old when I got my first gig and since then it's been more of the same. When people see me they see someone who looks very fierce and bold, but really I'm just analyzing everything around me and thinking from an deeper level. I'm very thoughtful and nice, but I also know how to stand up for myself when it counts and can some off as a firecracker. I don't like to fight but I definitely will if pushed to that point. I love odd and deep things, I read and watch a lot constantly and combine that into my life experience to produce very interpersonal content. The biggest things I've done so far is I've been casted in Riverdale and 13 Reasons Why as a high school student, and my YouTube channel has gotten the Silver Play Button.

I'm here in The Camp adult summer camp just literally looking to meet new people and try new things, and have a fun adult experience while also channeling some of my inner kid and just wild out like never before! Hopefully I can meet some diverse yet genuine people who wish to do the same. I'm all in for The Camp and whatever it may bring!! WOOT WOOT!!!!!

OH! I'm Italian and Hispanic

 

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"Southern girls bless hearts, but they take names too, suga’.”​

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Full Name :
Bonnie Elaine Jones

Nicknames:
Bon || Bon Bon || B

Gender:
Female

Age:
24

Height:
5’11

Weight:
210

Eyes:
Dark Brown

Piercings, Tattoo's, etc:
Earlobe piercings

Job / Occupation:
Professional Chef, Restaurant Owner, and Food Critic

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Personality Goods:
Hard-working
Elegant
Open-minded
Compassionate
Self-Confident

Personality Bads:
Perfectionist
Short-tempered
Blunt
Workaholic

Fears:
Roaches
Snakes
Heights
Rats


Quirks/habits:
Covers her mouth when she laughs
Nerdy snort type laugher
Biting her lip when anxious
Tilting her head when she’s about to rant

Skills/talents:
Cooking || Baking || Dancing || Playing the violin || Saying the alphabet backwards || Tying knots || Hunting || Fishing

Interests/Hobbies:
Learning new recipes || Morning jogs || Late night strolls || Dancing by herself || Nature walks

Likes:
Smoothies || Neo-soul || Rain || Winter || Real talk || Mystery novels || Dance Hall || Afrobeat || Peaches || Sunbathing || Camping

Dislikes:
Bigots || Ignorance || Sour foods || Appropriation || Country music || Staying indoors

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Bio:
“Hello there, I’m names Bonnie Jones and I’m 24 years old. I was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia hence my twang. I’m the proud owner of a chain of restaurants located in the South and some in the North. I’m also a food critic and professional chef. My life has been pretty borin’. I took an interest in cookin’ at a young age. My mama had always told me that cooking was a skill that all ladies should have. I loved it because we was able to spend time with my Mama while also makin’ food that people liked. Eventually I began cookin’ on my own. In highschool I was apart of home economics. We’d have competition and bakes sales, I was the lead in all of them. Once I graduated I went straight to culinary school where I learned how to prepare and make all types of dishes, boy I had the time of my wife. After that I worked at a few restaurants before branching off and getting my own. My little hole in the wall became popular and before I knew it I was opening more in different locations. The food critic thing was more of a hobby. But for some reason people decided to actually listen to my opinions and advice. I began traveling to different states and even countries to further my knowledge.

Writing Sample:
Her morning had started out pretty decent before she reached the school. She was tired as hell but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle. All of her bags had been packed the night before, so once she was ready her father dropped her off at the school. Uma wished that she could driven her vehicle but sadly the school wouldn’t allow it. When her things were put away Uma stood at the bus entrance waiting to be let in. She noticed that some of her classmates had arrived, everyone looked just as tired as herself. The young woman let out a yawn and wrapped her arms around herself. It was chilly outside, hopefully they’d let them on quickly.

Unfortunately Uma’s hope had lessened as minutes ticked by. She could feel annoyance setting in as she waited and waited. Were they trying to make them icicles before they even reached their destination? She didn’t understand why they couldn’t get onto the bus with the heat on blast. They could call roll from inside, she was sure of it. Uma sighed and shook her head. She tightened the silk headscarf on her head before shoving her hands into her pockets. Eventually the annoying voice of the principal could be heard. After a few words they were let of the bus. With a sigh of relief Uma quickly climbed inside. She sat in the very last seat of the bus. Uma pulled out her phone and earbuds. She placed the buds in her ear and turne on some smooth jazz, bobbing her head to the beat.

 

[Aato]

"Fitness is not about being better than someone else... It's about being better than you used to be."​

Sid Angel​

BASICS

Full Name: Sid Jacinto Angel Santos

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Sexuality: Heteroromantic Heterosexual

Occupation: Certified personal trainer and licensed nutritionist (specializing in sports nutrition)
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• APPEARANCE
• PERSONA
• BACKGROUND

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  Height: 5'8" [~173 cm]
  
  Weight: 161 lb [~73 kg]
  
  Eye Color: light green
  
  Hair: chestnut (with blonde highlights) ● wavy ● usually cut short & styled
  
  Body Modifications: Both ears and tongue are pierced; no tattoos
  
  Clothing Style: If he's not shirtless, then he's in a tanktop/t-shirt and shorts, or dressed formally.
  
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  Personality:
  ● Honest ● Sid doesn't have time for 'sugar-coating'. There are too many other things he could be doing with his time... But, on a softer note, he does believe that - in the end - honesty is the best policy. Though, sometimes he doesn't know when to hold back and may come across as mean.
  ● Self-Aware ● He's always trying to better himself on a social and physical level. He tries to be conscience of his behavior and make improvements where needed. And, believe it or not, he didn't begin working out for his health, but gained an interest in nutrition when he began wanting to keep his body healthy and well-fed. However, he's not perfect and has definitely dropped the ball a couple of times.
  ● Too serious ● This is only a problem sometimes. He can get wrapped up in certain situations and once that switch is flipped, he becomes the straightforward, no nonsense guy until that situation is resolved to a point he's comfortable with.
  ● Bossy ● He has spent a lot of time being the older brother and helping to take care of his sister. He has even been totally responsible for her in an entirely new country. That level of responsibility means maintaining a lot of direction and control. His sister has called him out on being over-bearing and intruding on matters of her or others lives.
  ● Moody ● He's not always moody; as a matter of fact, it's on occasion. He is a deep-thinker and, too put it simply, he doesn't like to be disturbed when there's a lot on his mind. Depending on the topic, he may or may not be snippy. However, sometimes he needs someone in those moments to put up with him and bring him back to earth.
  ● Comforting ● Although sometimes overly honest, that doesn't mean he has no soft side. After all, he tells the truth because he cares. If someone's truly down, he's there for them.
  ● Motivated ● He's always had a drive to set goals, get things done, and encourage others to do the same. Really, he probably couldn't have a more perfect job.
  ● Responsible ●More often than not, he's on top of his game and makes sure everything is done when it needs to be. He manages his life and owns up to his actions... Well, most of the time. Hey, he's not perfect and no saint.
  ● Playful ● Despite most of his more serious traits, he can be very playful. He'll frequently slide in teasing jokes or play little pranks. Although, unintentionally, some of his jokes can be on the mean-side.
  ● Humble ● He knows he's attractive. He knows he's buff. Aaaaand he doesn't spend his day to day life thinking about or boasting it. Well, to some degree. His job kind of makes him think about being buff... But he swears the athletics are for himself, not to impress anyone else. Plus, he recognizes that everyone's attracted to different things and, to someone out there, he's probably repulsive. Besides, his sister would say, "Pfft! You think you're so hot. ...Idiota. You have a lot of work to do."
  
  
  Spoiler: Likes

  ● sherbet
  ● whiskey
  ● soccer
  ● affectionate gestures (although he'd never outwardly admit it)
  ● citrus scents
  ● snow
  Spoiler: Dislikes

  ● disorder
  ● going out in rain
  ● dancing (only feels he embarrasses himself)
  ● cherry-flavored things
  ● people who degrade others
  ● fantasy genre (although superheros get a pass)
  Spoiler: Habits

  ● works out routinely
  ● makes it a point to eat well (but will go to town on sherbet if it's around)
  ● touchy during conversation
  ● very hygienic (washes body/hands and cleans mouth frequently)
  ● visits the spa at least monthly
  Spoiler: Hobbies

  ● playing soccer recreationally
  ● collecting decks of cards with varied themes
  ● drawing
  Spoiler: Skills

  ● persuasive/encouraging
  ● cleaning
  ● card games and tricks
  Spoiler: Fears

  ● failing his family in some way (and therefore being rejected)
  ● not being as healthy as he thinks he is
  ● large birds
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  Bio:
  “I was born in Rio de Janiero, Brazil. I speak Portuguese, English, and some Spanish. Believe it or not, my mother is Afro-Brazilian, and my father is Cuban. I consider myself multiracial, but 'race' works different in Brazil and is about how you look, so I'm considered white there - me and my sister. We got dad's genes. -chuckles- On that note, I have a little sister who's two years younger. It's a bit tricky to explain, but when I turned 18, we both moved to the U.S. where we lived and went to school. We've been here 8 years now... Well, I have, anyway.
  
  I had just finished university and my sister was working as a bartender and finishing her nursing degree when mom called and told us dad was sick. Our parents are separated, so when we went to see him, we traveled to Cuba. Although he was home, we had to take Dad to frequent doctor appointments for the week we were there. Just as we were getting ready to head back to the US, my sister found out she was pregnant with her first kid.
  
  Dad hung in there for a while, but, -sigh- unfortunately, he passed recently. We went back to Cuba to see him in the hospital until he passed. I stayed for the funeral then came back here. My sister decided to stay, along with her daughter and husband. Oh, yeah - all that happened for her in that short span of time and she's pregnant again. So, I'm an uncle and...it's an interesting new title. I don't really know what uncles do, but I'm there for whatever my niece and upcoming nephew might need. Anyway...
  
  I'm literally fresh back from burying my dad probably about a week or two ago and I thought this camp thing would be a great way to take my brain off of it. Plus, I could use a bit of a break. I spent time raising and taking care of my sister, I've been working hard to take care of myself, and...a few stressful things have just happened in the past few years, so I think I need this. ...And it'll help me not be so alone."
  
  Family Members:
  Father ● Santiago Angel ● 55/deceased
  Mother ● Rosalinda Santos ● 50 ● Housekeeper
  Sister ● Yucca Angel ● 24 ● Nurse
  

Spoiler: Writing Sample

...By Nanook Ochoa.

That was the ending line to the draft-writing portion of the application he was completing so that he could work on the committee for constructing the campus newspaper.

So far, Nanook's first week on campus had been...a busy learning experience. It was full of paperwork and getting campus-life and classes situated. He'd managed to get his classes arranged and scheduled at good times. While on missions to track down his classrooms according to schedule, he still found it odd that while most people were his peers, you'd still find people generations away from him on campus who weren't professors or staff. Then, there was the freedom, but non-freedom - if that made any sense. So much more was now singly his responsibility, like making sure he could feed himself. Then, there were still restrictions on how long he could be out, or who could be in the dorms, etcetera. It was like he traded one set of parents for a group of strangers to tell him what to do... But that was life. Socially, he wasn't sure how quickly he'd make friends, but at this moment, his roommate, Daniel, was pretty cool... Well, aside from the occasional teasing about his name, but at least they were amicable enough for him to feel that comfortable.

On top of learning his way around campus, this was also his first week and a couple of days in Vermont. He was still learning his way around and figuring out how this state worked. Legal ages, curfews, laws...those were the things he'd need to research A.S.A.P. At least, he had managed to determine the closest grocery store...and knew how to make saving money a priority. And as sentimental as it may have seemed, he was missing Arizona with his family, and not having the luxury of watching over his baby sister in her Junior year. Though, on the bright side, he could at least handle Vermont's severe winter weather; having lived in Alaska when he was younger really helped a lot.

Now that he was done with his application, he got from the computer desk to take it to the submission box near the library. Daniel was currently out, so Nanook made sure he had his key in his pocket, then left the room.

The school was paying a decent $12/hr. to work on the newspaper committee and an extra dollar or two for every article submitted. Getting in even the slightest bit of income helped everything at this moment... Plus, who wouldn't hire a student majoring in Journalism? Who could be more perfect for such a job? It wasn't long before he made it to the mid-sized room adjacent the library and carefully dropped his paper in. "Well... I guess I just leave this here and wait for them to call," he murmured to himself. "Looks like another Ramen noodle afternoon snack until they do." He started back to his dorm.

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Just be grown

 

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Full Name: Arianna Jamison
Nicknames: Ari
Gender: Female
Age: 21

"Keep your head up, princess. Your tiara is falling."

Height: 5'2
Weight: 120lbs
Eyes: Blue
Piercings, Tattoo's, etc: ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

Job/Occupation: Model

Personality Goods:
+honest
+brave
+loyal
+passionate
+daring
Personality Bads: Describe in Paragraph or 5 Flaws
-prideful
-blunt
-impatient
-impulsive
-stubborn

Fears: spiders; thunderstorms; being alone forever
Quirks/habits: tugs on her hair when she's nervous; bites her lip when flirting
Skills/talents: finding the best way to take a photo of anyone; dancing
Interests/Hobbies: dancing; writing; music

Likes: singing; silver jewelry; iced coffee; heels
Dislikes: energy drinks; hats; black and white tv; popcorn

Bio:
I was born to a pair of superparents-- at least, that's what I always thought of them as. My dad worked as a music producer, producing some of your top hit artists you hear today. My mom was a model, working long hours just to get the perfect picture. I went with her alot, and the older I got, the more fascinated by the modeling world I became. I started off young, and fell in love with the business. My mom was a beautiful woman; there was no question I looked just like her. I never went to a real school as a young kid; I had tutors and homeschooling teachers who would come to my house whenever was convenient, considering my hours were all over the place. I took a break through my teenage years because I actually wanted to see what high school was like. It sucked. But I finished and went right back to modeling, and I guess now I'm getting burned out on it because I want another break. While I love the industry, I do have other interests I wanna pursue-- writing, singing, dancing. But also just being normal. Doing something totally out of the norm just because I can. That's why I decided to do this camp!

Spoiler: Writing Sample

"What a day!" Arianna Jamison exclaimed, collapsing onto one of the kid seats by table number 3. Immediately she regretted her decision, as she felt her pants growing wet on one side. She closed her eyes, groaning as she stood up and turned to inspect the back of her khaki pants. "Of course, on the day I wear light colored pants." She could see the stain even without a mirror, and she sighed.

"Don't fret. It's grape juice." Her coworker and friend, Cassandra, walked past, pausing to inspect the large stain. "You'll want to use cold water on that, dear." The slightly older woman grinned at Arianna, then continued carrying the bin of toys back to the toy shelf.

"Wonderful. I'm supposed to go out to dinner with the boys tonight. Now I have to go home and change first." Arianna moved to a nearby closet, opening it and pulling out the vacuum. Since Cassandra had already wiped down the tables, Arianna would vacuum up the goldfish and cracker crumbs.

"At least you don't live far." Cassandra noted, leaning against the kids lockers. She appeared to think for a moment, then she pushed herself off the lockers and crossed the room to Arianna, practically booty bumping her out of the way to grab the vacuum from the blonde before she could even turn it on. "Go on. I'm taking pity on your grape juice ass. I'll finish cleaning up, you go home and change and then go celebrate your birthday."

"Really?" Arianna smiled at the dark haired woman, though she felt relief wash over her. When Cassandra nodded, Arianna threw her arms around her and squeezed her tight. After planting a kiss on the woman's cheek, Arianna thanked her and grabbed her purse and jacket from her own locker. She thanked Cassandra a couple more times on the way to the door, and then was gone from the room. She practically ran outside. It was a little chilly, so she pulled her jacket tighter and started walking. It was a short walk to her apartment from the daycare where she worked, but she'd have to take the subway to the restaurant.

Trying to ignore the stain that she could still feel on her behind, and hoping no one else noticed it, she hurried down the street. Everytime she heard someone laugh, she was sure they were laughing at her. She was sure grateful when her apartment building came into view. Digging her keys out of her bag, she pulled open the main door and headed up to the third floor, where she unlocked and pushed open her door in one smooth motion.

Once inside, with no time to shower, she stripped naked walking to her room and tossed her clothes aside as she went, figuring she'd be back later to clean them up. She pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, a lacy tank top, and a grey sweater. Pulling her jacket back on over the sweater, she slipped her feet back into her black flats and paused to look at her reflection. Her blonde hair was a bit mussed, both from the day she'd had and walking home. She grabbed her brush and ran it through the golden locks, leaning close to the mirror to inspect her eyeliner.

Smiling, she left her apartment after locking up and headed back down the stairs to the subway. It was her 25th birthday, and to celebrate, she was going to dinner with her father, Henry, and two brothers. Her mother had been gone from the picture for years, since Arianna and Luke were babies. They were closest in age and personality, though he was older by about a year. They were both firecrackers, as their father said. Michael was three years older than Luke. He was the calm sibling.

Arianna felt herself growing anxious as she got closer to her stop. Not bad anxious, just excited to see her brothers and father. She practically ran off the subway as the doors opened, and jogged the two blocks to the italian place they'd decided to meet at. She was pleasantly surprised to find them waiting for her outside, even though she'd texted Luke and told him to get a table. They caught sight of her half running, half walking to them, and Luke greeted her first with a warm hug. Once she'd hugged all three, her father insisted they go inside, so they did.

Arianna expected them to say something to the hostess, but instead, the darker haired beauty just nodded at her father and turned, leading the way to a large, obviously private back room. Confused, Arianna followed, but she was chit chatting with Luke and didn't notice the two people already in the room until they were at the table itself, and the darker haired hostess was walking away. Arianna looked at the two people, one man and one woman, both impeccably dressed.

Her confusion only grew as the woman stood to greet Henry. It wasn't exactly friendly in nature, but it was obvious they knew each other. Arianna leaned towards Luke to whisper, "Who are they?" But when she looked at him, she noticed that his earlier fun demeanor was gone, replaced by a serious Luke that she didn't know.

"Have a seat, Arianna." Her father spoke from on the other side of Michael, pulling out a chair. With one more glance at the woman and man that she didn't know, she moved forward and sat in the chair, helping her father push it in.

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[Pastry]

Code by Kumari

Enzo Tita-Munoz

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Enzo Jamison Tita-Munoz
End, "Bullet"
23

Male
Bisexual, Demisexual
Naples, Italy
October 29th, 1995

6 ' 1

180 lbs

Dark Brown

Green

Mesomorph

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Spoiler: TATS

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Casual, with a little flair.

"Why Hello There"

persona

+ some virtues, , , , , Flirty, Hygenic, Stylish, Loyal, Independent
- some vices, , , , , Excessive Jealousy, Competitive, Unforgiving.

Enzo's personality... Being the child of two, the "More Successful one." He strives for excellence and perfection, he really isn't. He gets Jealous quickly and easily, he's competitive when it comes to grades, sports, almost anything. He does enjoy having style and being different then the group. Munoz is a flirty, teasing individual, but when it comes to relationships... He's almost like a whole different man, messing with him isn't a good thing. He doesn't discipline himself, which did lead him to Smoking and a bit of Alcohol drinking.

likes

Observing, flirting, toying, smiling, food, running, working out in general, sleeping in, partying.

dislikes

Hates long sleeved shirts, watermelon, flavored cigars, vodka, racecars, pop music, dark colors, prodding people, loud/annoying personalities.

habits/
quirks

He clenches and unclenches his hands when he gets angry, he runs his fingers through his hair when he gets flustered. He works out every day, even if it's something small, and personal hygiene is a CONSTANT habit of his.

personality test

Executive (ESTJ-a)

background

My whole life's been writing, playing, writing, playing. Ever since I was five years old I always had a ukulele, or a guitar in my hand. I'd like to consider myself as a musician, but even know I doubt that. My father, pretty large producer in the music industry, but not as big as some of the other guys. He's subtle, and I'm glad he isn't that big, because if he was I wouldn't get to see him that much. I've had breakups, hardships, and all of that throughout high school. It was a bust, so I turned to drugs and alcohol for awhile, realizing that those habits are my mistake. Now, sobered up and ready to start fresh, I've decided to join this camp. To better myself, others, and the world around me will be my goal this summer. I'd also like to get to know others more on a personal level, since the people that I hung out with all through high school were a bunch of stoners and misfits who hated their parents for no reason whatsoever. I just want to change, for the better.

love life

"Funny." He said, "A love life, I mean... I'd like one, it'd be fun... Until they do something stupid or I do something stupid and it doesn't end well..." He sighed, twiddling his fingers. "I-I don't think I'd be good at the whole relationships, I don't put the trust and effort in... It's difficult." He admitted, he realized he sounded like a weak little baby. "Don't get me wrong, I love ladies." He winked, "But I'm looking for the relationship where it's serious, if you play with my heart then our relationship is going down the drain." He shifted his weight, "I want something... That I can keep, something I can remember even after a night of partying." He laughed, buttoning up his shirt. He paused a few moments, listening intently. "What's that? A perfect date?" He cackled, his chest heaving in laughter, "Are you serious? I mean, every date's the perfect date! Well, I think the best date is the first date... Or the moment that you know that she or he's the right one." He smiled to himself, rubbing his chin softly.

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aspirations
•Get dat booty
•Work "meh", Play and relax harder.

quick facts
•Smart, Acts dumb.
•Catholic.

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Spoiler: RANDOM ASS PHOTOS OF THIS QUEEN... btw

Spoiler: Most Recent Group Writing Sample :3

Enzo sighed, some people you can't look out for, they have to go free and find out themselves what kind of hell they'll be in. He opened the "New Player" feed, noticing Winifred and Madelyn's users pop up. He opened their livestreams. The pretty girls were racking up views quickly... Too quickly. He decided to help them out a bit, with a dare almost impossible for one of those girls to do. He hoped it was at least impossible. He realized one of the other high-tiered watchers had been paying close attention to Winifred. His name... "Apollo". Enzo did a quick search of him. "Apollo Summers, business developer, brother to... Madelyn Summers." He glanced at Madelyn's live. "Hmm... I wonder what Apollo would do to this... She probably will be taken off reallllll quick." He grinned, however he did like having the two girls on the live, they were different from the usual crowd. He sent out his dare, the animation flashing, over and over, The lights flickered lightly. E.Z. Was in the house. The alarm sent out to all the watchers, and Madelyn's stream blew up. The chat spamming "E.z." over and over. He smiled, biting his lip. The title of the dare "Give the Cam Girl what she Wants." The description filing in the background. If you survive this next blow, then I'll send you more money. Give her a lap dance. If you tell her, you lose, if you give her any indication that you are going to do it, then you. Lose. I'll choose the song. 600$ He smiled, then choosing one of his favorite songs he likes to play for dares. Over the speakers in the café... There was silence. Then the song came over. "Play On." It said as soon as the animation ended on the live screen.

 

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Full Name: Dr. Cecil Lennox
Nicknames: Cecil, Mr. Lennox, Professor "Moody"

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sapiosexual
Age: 24
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 143 lbs
Eyes: Cornflower Blue
Piercings, Tattoo's, etc: None, but carries with him his sunglasses and his pocket watch

Job / Occupation: Lawyer/Financial Analyst - Part time Lectuerer

Personality

• Personality Goods: Focused, Keen Mind, Perfectionist, Honest, Likes to imagine being romantic but really isn't
• Personality Bads: Bit of an asshole, Bit of an alcoholic, Dismissive of others needs, Gives up on people easily

Fears: Dying early, Getting Alzheimer's like his mother, Dying alone

Quirks/habits: Drink in his hand nearly constantly, carries a small notebook and pen with himself in which he draws people and places, taps his fingers against nearby surfaces as if playing piano

Skills/talents: Brilliant Mathematician and Logistician, Good Memory, He likes to do Anatomical Drawings and it quite good at them, Good Speaker and Debater, Classically trained Pianist

Interests/Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Talking, Piano Playing, Chess, "Planet Earth" Documentaries

Likes: Asian Food, Indian Food, Dark Chocolate, Old Movies, Classical Music, Electro Swing Music, Classical English Novels, Rare Whisky

Dislikes: Lyrical music that talks about money, sex, drinking, or drugs, Clingy people, Noisy people, Overcooked food, Missing work


Background

Bio: - stole this idea from Pastry - Lol, just saw that everyone did it like this. I just did not read their bios

"I am unsure as to what you would like to know? History? Mother and Father are retired in Switzerland. Well, father is. Mother is in a clinic." Leans back in chair, steeples hands. "Alzheimer's. You know. Brilliant, lovely, kind... right until the point where she was not." Stays quiet, while looking at his fingers. "Did you know that most people recognise the decline. Most also... only do so when it is too late. I mean, it's always too late. You can only really delay the inevitable. They never told me." Another few moments of quiet. "Was born in London. Stayed there for most of my life. Now I am half a year in New-York and the rest in London.Freelance as a financial analyst for a few newspapers. I'm also a part-time lecturer. Mostly private business schools and a few public forums. I am only on this 'outing' because my TA contacted the HR department. They booked me off. ‘Signs of imminent mental breakdown and Alcohol dependency’ or something. My colleagues booked me this trip. I think they think they are being nice.” His steepled fingers rise, before resting just beneath his nose, pointer fingers resting on his lips. “I suppose a break would be nice. I have been working myself half to death. In perhaps more literal a manner as one might think. She had about forty years. That means I am 60% there. 60% of my cognizant life spent.” Another few moments of silence. “I suppose I should start looking for someone to forget… right? Would not want to break with family tradition.”

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"You don’t suppose you could have told me before now, father?” Cecil stood by his window, looking out and down towards the grey skies and glistening streets. A clinking sound of ice against cut class filled the room, bouncing off polished, dark wood bookshelves and warm, brown leather furniture. “No. She insisted we not impose on your studies.” A middle-aged man stood in the door, a coat over his arm, his bright blue eyes shining like the streets outside. “Well then. She is gone?” A moment. “She comes and goes. She insisted I offer congratulations, in her stead. So, congratulations. We are very proud Cecil.” Cecil twirled the glass around for a moment, his eyes not leaving the view outside, a frown forming as the rain returned, obscuring his view.

“I suppose it’s ‘I am very proud’ from now on? Right? No more ‘we’ to speak of. And your pride is the best we have for now. Send my regards… or don’t. It doesn’t matter. Time for us to just be grown. No need to impress each other anymore.” He reached up, taking off a graduation cap and throwing it on the couch. The fabric hat made contact with a rolled up scroll of parchment, bumping it off the couch and dropping it to the floor. As it thudded to the floor, it unrolled - revealing elegant script, congratulating the now Dr. Cecil Lennox - PhD International Financial Law. He downed his whisky. A few moments later the door closed behind his father, as Cecil watched the rain tap against his window.

 

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Dorian Kendall Caverly

"Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else."
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Basics
Nicknames: Dor, Caverly, Stranger (his online alias)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 21
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 164 lbs
Eyes: Mixture of Hazel and Green
Piercings, Tattoos, etc: Wrist Tattoo (written in black cursive): "As you will it, so it shall be."
Job / Occupation: Professional Gamer

Personality
Virtues: Determined | Outgoing | Spontaneous | Humorous | Passionate
Vices: Petty | Compulsive | Self-critical | Competitive | Disorganised
Fears: Not being good enough | Not living a fulfilling life | Has trypophobia
Quirks/Habits: Fidgets with his fingers when nervous | Tends to stroke his stubble when in deep thought | Must have a matching knife and fork when eating | Cannot read if someone is watching over his shoulder or really close nearby
Skills/Talents: Playing video games | Picks up new things quickly | Very adaptable | Can do a lot of impressions | Managing to get up late but somehow still be on time | Cooking | Good with technology | Swimming | Awkward dancing
Interests/Hobbies: Video games | Working out | Swimming | Reading comic books | Learning more about the lore of a game | Travelling | Going to gaming conventions/social events | Analysing VODs of his gameplay | Trying to wing cooking something new | Hanging out with friends | Speaking about controversial topics | Petting every dog he sees | Streaming
Likes: Staying up late | Thunderstorms | Spicy food | Having an adrenaline rush | Hiking | Game of Thrones | Too many games to list | eSports
Dislikes: Mushrooms | Bigots | Materialistic people | Socks and sandals | Being woken up early | Losing | Chocolate | Forcing conversations | People who haven't watched The Lion King

Background
Biography:
Well, where to start...where to start...I grew up in San Francisco, California with my two moms, my twin brother, and our two Siberian Huskies. I guess you could say we were well off, I was never left wanting anything, you could say my brother, Kalin, and I were spoiled. My parents had tried various methods to have a child for a very long time, when they finally got blessed with not only one but two babies they were ecstatic - you can’t blame them for showering us in love, we were literal miracles in their eyes.

I’ve always went to a private school with Kalin, right from kindergarten all the way to high school. I was...okay in school? I had started playing video games at quite a young age and in the beginning I did let the hobby take away my attention from homework, extra reading, etc even social events too. My mothers would constantly be nagging at me to stop letting fictional worlds and characters consume my life, that they wouldn’t be there to provide for me forever, it was too late though. I had jumped in at the deep end with an anchor attached to my foot; I was drowning in my addiction and didn’t want to come up for air.

It was definitely unhealthy throughout my teenage years, I would stay up to ridiculous hours in the morning playing games from Overwatch to The Witcher 3 to Cuphead. Once I discovered streaming, my marathon streams are what really grew my following early on and when my parents saw I was earning decent money through playing games they cut me some slack. Still, they encouraged me to work harder in school and go out more, I hated seeing them upset so I did and I don’t regret it. I’m not the stereotypical nerdy gamer who is awkward and scrawny, I enjoy being around people, going out, running in the morning whenever I could, trying to maintain a somewhat consistent workout schedule, keeping up with swim club - which I think I would have made a career out of if I didn’t pursue the gaming path. I simply was terrible at managing my time and my disorganisation didn’t help either.

Eventually, I got more and more invested into Overwatch and actually found out I was absurdly good at the game. I mean, I did know that early on but I wasn’t aware of how far I could take it. That’s where my professional gaming career began, from the age of 15, I’ve competed in countless tournaments and built a reputation for myself. My die hard followers coined the term “Beware the Stranger.” It even has its own emote along with the meme version “Stranger Danger.” It’s a lot of hard work to crawl yourself out from the thousands of young hopefuls who are amazed that you can now play games for a living. It’s not as easy as some people may believe. I finished school with slightly above average grades and decided to go into professional gaming full-time. It meant I spent at least six hours a day, usually five (sometimes six) days a week scrimming and so had less time to stream but I made it work.

Let’s speed us up to the present, I’m now documented as being the winningest player in Overwatch history and moved to LA to be a part of the Overwatch League. With how many hours that are poured into professionally playing a game and how critical I am of myself, I didn’t treat myself all too often and missed out on a lot of things because of this. That’s why I’m going to The Camp, to let loose a bit and enjoy being young while I still can. Going to LAN events took me travelling across the world, as well as in the off-season I tried to explore our beautiful planet more with friends. Of course, that lead to an array of memories: joyful, awe-inspiring, embarrassing, the whole spectrum. However, I crave more, coming to The Camp forces me away from a place of comfort to allow me to do that.

Writing Sample:

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Looking back at Andy, I tried to ignore the abundance of pain in her eyes and how the tone of her voice changed. I wanted to reject that I was the cause of it, but that was like attempting to fix a leak by putting tape over it. She was correct saying that I didn’t have the right to put on my wedding ring after what I had confessed to her, and that I didn’t have the right to treat her like a prostitute. I didn’t have the right to cheat on my wife after the things I swore to her either. I was in the line of fire, right in the damn middle of it, no matter what I did I was going to get hurt and I had no other choice but to let it happen.

I was going to become a picturesque painting of calamitous despair, a masterpiece of what true misery could do to a person. The perfect inspiration for a Shakespeare play, a dramatic novel, one of those albums that every human on Earth says they can relate to. There was nothing to protect me, nobody to save me, I was alone in this and it was all my fault; so when the shooting started I had nowhere to run, both sides lead to the same result.

If I’m being candid, I wish that Andy had begged me to chase some fantasy romance with her. It would have given me a foundation to base this all upon, that it was for something other than helping me deal with giving her up. It was partially selfish, I hadn’t given much thought to how much this would actually affect her, I didn’t give her a choice in this. It made my heart ache to hear her say she never wanted anything like that. I did. While I wouldn’t consider what we shared romantic, it had a specific level of intimacy that made it more than what we were willing to admit and I wouldn’t have minded if it continued in some parallel universe.

I was barely recovering from everything she had said mere seconds ago and then Andy would spew out something else that would feel like being made to live in an endless loop of repeatedly dying. I had succeeded in making Andy regret me, wishing she had hadn’t found any joy in what we had, and fuck did I get a taste of my own medicine. The gaze that she held my own with was the sort of look you never hoped to receive from someone who meant the world to you. It had such a raw intensity that it made me want to sink away from existence.

Just be grown.​

 

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Gender: Female

Age: 23

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 134 Ibs

Eyes: Dark Hazel

Piercings, Tattoos, Etc: Back


Job/Occupation: Cellist & Music Instructor


Personality Goods: Patient, Benevolent, Conscientious, Self-Disciplined, Reliable.

Personality Bads: Hubris, Obstinate, Melancholic, Addictive Personality, Can Be Impetuous If Pressured.

Fears: Failure, Losing Her Feeling of Success, Having Never Actually Done Anything Exciting In Her Life, Lightening.

Quirks/Habits: Chews her bottom lip, taps her fingers when anxious, bored, angry, unhappy, etc.

Skills/Talents: Can play the Cello, Piano, Violin, and Harp, and can practically read music sheets backwards.

Interests/Hobbies: When she's not working with music, Cosima has a guilty pleasure for rock climbing and open-ocean swimming.

Likes: Children, Symphony Music, Hot Tea, Organizing & Planning, Documentaries, Big Italian Dinners, Surprises.

Dislikes: Messy Living Arrangements, Romantic Comedies, Iced Tea, Humidity, Loud People.


Bio: Growing up in deeply Italian family was... well, loud; I had two sisters and three brothers, twelve cousins, six aunts, seven uncles--it was a lot of activity all of the time, with very little elbow room at the dinner table. Despite all of the chaos we were very disciplined--Nana Salucci was a very stern woman and would not have rowdy grandchildren, so we all I had strict routines and extra curricular activities designed to keep us quiet and cultured. At first I thought it was all a punishment, but I began to grow a fondness for music in particular, mama told me I was gifted and I believe it even now.
Stringed instruments were my calling, and all of my motivation as a young girl was to go to Julliard. That was a far-fetched dream, instead, as I got older and my older siblings had already been going through university, I found myself in community college with ideals to work from the bottom to the top. I wanted to be a star cellist in a symphony.
I'm different now then I was before college, my Nana has passed away but not before telling me exactly what she wanted me to do with my inheritance; she said to open a studio and teach music, and you know what? I did, it was a fantastic idea and it helped lift my musical career, I've done a lot of work in orchestrated soundtracks for movies and videogames since I began teaching and putting my name out there. I don't use this phrase often, but I'd like to think that I'm blessed, and Nana is somewhere watching over me, slapping me with that terrible ruler whenever I'm not doing my best.
Currently I live alone in a studio apartment above my place of work, I'd say it's lonely but then I would have to actually admit that I'm alone. I've been single pretty much my whole life. Yeah, there was that guy that took me to prom but it didn't go anywhere, I was always too focused on being studious. It's sad, but despite everything I've achieved I've managed to surface with no friends, and no exciting stories. They say "stay in school, kids!" but they forget to tell you that you should experience your youth while you're young; I spent mine in textbooks and music sheets, and now? Now I want to start being risky. I want... god, it sounds so weird to say out loud... I want to be bad.


Writing Sample: "Cosma, I have to say, Jason couldn't even tap his foot to any kind of beat before he met you, and now he can dance! These piano lessons have really been worthwhile," Mrs. Beckert gleamed from ear to ear and Cosima returned the kind words with a smile, "It's really my pleasure, Jason is very talented, he just didn't know it yet. Oh, I reminded him he needs to pick the song he'd like to play at the recital next month, I want him to have enough time to feel confident in what he's playing so make sure he gets it to me next lesson,"
"Absolutely, he will," Mrs. Beckert assures, squeezing Cosima in her arms for a quick goodbye hug. Cosima saw her off, smiling until she was out of view and finally let her business smile fall to a deadpan expression. She was tired and worn, having worked overtime again.
The process of closing down the studio was a simple, step-by-step process; first Cosima sealed the doors and put all the security measures in place, and turns out excess lighting; she sweeps, vaccums, and dusts, putting away all of the instruments and making sure the stations of the other instructors were tidy before heading for the front desk. She breaks down the cash register, preparing any money that needs to go to the bank and running through receipts, memos, complaints, and requests. Cosima didn't always close alone, but when she did she felt very peaceful. Solitude was always a best friend to her, but these days it gave her cold shoulders; it was feeling emptier as her everyday routines continued on and on with little to no change, and she could feel it gather on her back like a dense cloud. Cosima in know way meant to be dramatic about how she felt, and the only people she had to talk to was her family, so more often than not, feelings like this were kept to herself. Problematic? Yes. Will she do anything about it? She hasn't decided yet.
When everything was closed up, cleaned, and finished Cosima exited quietly, locking the door behind her and circled the building to the stairway in the alley that led up into her apartment. It was exactly as large as the studio beneath it, so it wasn't what one would consider a luxurious space, and Cosima didn't spend much time trying to personalize the space, so the only furniture she had were hand-me-downs from her family. Cosima has kept telling herself she'd go out shopping one day to make her apartment her own, but she ends up working overtime instead.
Cosima showered and changed, finding the comfortable spot on her ten years old couch, there was a perfect depression on the left side that Cosima sunk into as if she was made for it. Truthfully, it was there because her overweight aunt Elisabetta had worn out the springs at least seven years ago.
Cosima sighed, eyes grazing over the dim, empty apartment and she frowned, "Maybe I should get a dog," she spoke aloud, an attempt to fill the quiet, "or a cat?" She had a hamster when she was twelve but the evil little thing bit everything, preferred to be covered in pee, and eventually went crazy and ate its own legs. It's been hard to own a pet since. Running a tired hand down her face she picked up her tablet from the pocket in the arm of couch. She would simply just go through her nightly routine of browsing the internet, having a late night snack, and going to bed.
Something had to give, something had to change, something exciting had to happen and soon, before Cosima went insane. She needed to do something new, something different.

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Name; Eden Alexandria

Nicknames; N/A

Age; 22

Gender; Female

Orientations; Polysexual

Occupation; Pro Surfer, Part Time Worker at the Sea Side Surf Shack

Description; 5'6 and around 150 pounds,, mainly abdominal muscle

Personality; a rebellious soul with a mouth full of Oahu Island sand, when you have wet feet. ((In more common words she's slightly annoying.)) Eden is very much a take action, think later type of person. Fight before flight. She's very impulsive. Though being impulsive doesn't mean she isn't intelligent, and even though she comes across as a hot headed, sex obsessed hippie; she is very intellectual.

Personality Goods;
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**Eden walks through a large dark door into a recording studio, she's asked to talk about herself. Tell the camera about her life and how she grew up, where she is now etc.**
"Hey guys ! My name is Eden, i'm 22 and i'm from Oahu Island, Hawaii ! I lived there from the time i was born until i moved away for college, I grew up with my Tutu,, that means grandma.. and my Mother and had a hella high school experience.
Oahu is the only place like it in the world, with its hella surf-able waves and the beauty of the earth everywhere you look. Once you experience it, you'll never want anything more.
When I wasn't outside with nature or honing my surfing skills, I was helping my now deceased Mother and Tutu. Well, helping my Tutu with my delusional mother. My mother was always searching for my father who vanished from the shoreline. She claimed that a mermaid took him, that she watched a half fish half woman beckon her husband into the choppy waters, his final words being "I promise you dear, i will come back for you."then into the water he went, never to be seen again. My mother eventually died from a broken heart, leaving my Tutu to take care of me. As a young child, i thought she was insane, but as i grew up reports revolving around mermaids became more frequent, changing my faith in my mothers story and eventually ended up with me getting this tattoo. *Points to tattoo on leg*
Growing up with my Tutu wasn't easy, she always wanted the best for me. She encouraged me to go to the mainland as often as i could, so i wouldn't fall behind the rest of the world. She forced me to find something, anything to bring me to the mainland for school and she did everything she could to send me to both high school and University on the mainland.
Speaking of school, boy was that section of my life heckin wild. High School was nothing but easy for me, i flew through my first two years like they were nothing but during the summer after my second year my mother died. It caused a halt for me, i struggled in my third year, so much so that i feared failing. I had never gotten anything below an 88, and i knew what i needed to move on to University... and if you didn't know... failing wasn't part of the prerequisites. *Sticks out her tongue* I picked myself up during the second half of my third year, but as my luck seems to go... my Tutu got sick nearing the end. I had a summer job, but it was nowhere near enough to replace the money my Tutu was bringing in from sales that she made from her creations. SOOO i took up drug smuggling.... not my smartest idea... it wasn't anything overly bad so i never really got into that much trouble for it and because i grew up a beach kid.. Oahu cops gave it to me easy.
I only ever smuggled pot and it was just to the border on my surf board. It brought in a lot of money and helped pay for everything including University.
Going to the Mainland for four years, without any contact from back home, is terrifying. I went to University for my Master's in Marine Biology, and i actually graduated half a year early. Not that it's anything amazing, but it's a fun fact. My residency on campus lasted for four years, so for the next half a year i honed my surfing more and got noticed by a pro surfing company. I used to spend time in competitions all the time and i've won 4 big league matches.
*Eden looks at the clock... realizes its been 40 minutes**
Sh*t I didn't realize that i've been talking so long... we should probably just cut it off here lmao

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Tattoos//Piercings; Anchor Tattoo on Wrist ((Showcased in photo below)), Three Hearts on Middle Finger of Right Hand ((Showcased in previous tab)), Mermaid Tattoo on Side of Left Calf ((Showcased in Spoiler))

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Likes;
+ Vodka +
+ Adventure +
+ Swimming +
+ Socializing +
+ Surfing +
+ Marijuana +
+ Underwater Photos +
+ Any Underwater Species +

Dislikes;
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- Pushy Religious People -
- Politics -
- People who think they're money gets them whatever they want -

Quirks; When Eden becomes anxious or feels extremely about anything besides sexual feelings.. she bites her nails

Hobbies; Surfing, Reading, Swimming, Drinking.

Skills; Hella good at surfing, swimming and anything to do with books.

Fears; Eden is ultimately afraid that she'll spend the rest of her life alone... and being eaten by a shark

((I had no idea where to put this lmao but like "Just be Grown"))

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position: absolute; top:0; clip-path: circle( 10% at var(--cir-center-w) var(--cir-center-h) ); -webkit-clip-path: circle( 11% at var(--cir-center-w) var(--cir-center-h) ); transition: clip-path 1s ease-out, -webkit-clip-path 1s ease-out; [/class] [class=glazeOpen] clip-path: circle( 100% at var(--cir-center-w) var(--cir-center-h) ); -webkit-clip-path: circle( 100% at var(--cir-center-w) var(--cir-center-h) ); transition: clip-path 1s ease-out 1.5s, -webkit-clip-path 1s ease-out 1.5s; [/class] [class=tabsContainer] z-index:10; position: absolute; width: calc( var(--cir-center-w) - ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 - var(--cir-thickness) - 10 * var(--divide-thick) ); height: calc( 2vw + 6px); top: calc( var(--cir-center-h) - var(--divide-thick) / 2 ); left: 0; border-top: var(--divide-thick) solid white; [/class] [class=tabNames] width: 100%; height: auto; bottom: calc( 100% + var(--divide-thick) ); position: absolute; [/class] [class=tabName] width: 100%; height: auto; box-sizing: border-box; position: absolute; bottom:0; font-size: calc(1.25vw + 6px); text-align: center; opacity:0; transition: opacity .5s ease-in; [/class] [class=tabNameShow] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=tabs] width: 100%; height: 100%; display: flex; flew-flow: row nowrap; justify-content: space-around; font-size: calc(1.25vw + 6px); [/class] [class=tab] flex: 1 1 auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; [/class] [class=titletab] color: var(--tab-color-1); transition: all .5s ease-in; [/class] [class name=titletab state=hover] color: white; background-color: var(--tab-color-1); [/class] [class=titleName] color: var(--tab-color-1); transition: opacity .5s ease-in; [/class] [script class=titletab on=mouseenter] addClass tabNameShow titleName [/script] [script class=titletab on=mouseleave] removeClass tabNameShow titleName [/script] [class=introtab] color: var(--tab-color-2); transition: all .5s ease-in; [/class] [class name=introtab state=hover] color: white; background-color: var(--tab-color-2); [/class] [class=introName] color: var(--tab-color-2); [/class] [script class=introtab on=mouseenter] addClass tabNameShow introName [/script] [script class=introtab on=mouseleave] removeClass tabNameShow introName [/script] [class=requeststab] color: var(--tab-color-3); transition: all .5s ease-in; [/class] [class name=requeststab state=hover] color: white; background-color: var(--tab-color-3); [/class] [class=requestsName] color: var(--tab-color-3); [/class] [script class=requeststab on=mouseenter] addClass tabNameShow requestsName [/script] [script class=requeststab on=mouseleave] removeClass tabNameShow requestsName [/script] [class=bbcodetab] color: var(--tab-color-4); transition: all .5s ease-in; [/class] [class name=bbcodetab state=hover] color: white; background-color: var(--tab-color-4); [/class] [class=bbcodeName] color: var(--tab-color-4); [/class] [script class=bbcodetab on=mouseenter] addClass tabNameShow bbcodeName [/script] [script class=bbcodetab on=mouseleave] removeClass tabNameShow bbcodeName [/script] [class=spoke] --math: calc( var(--cir-center-w) + ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 + var(--cir-thickness) + 10 * var(--divide-thick) ); position: absolute; height: 100%; width: 100%; bottom: calc( 100% - var(--cir-center-h) - var(--divide-thick) / 2 ); left: var(--math); border-bottom: var(--divide-thick) white solid; transform-origin: calc( -1 * ( var(--math) - var(--cir-center-w) ) ) bottom; transform: rotate(-270deg); opacity: 0; transition: transform 3s ease-in-out 1.75s , opacity 1s linear 2.75s; [/class] [class=SpokeReveal] transition: transform 3s ease-in-out .5s, opacity 1s linear 1.5s; transform: rotate(0deg); opacity: 1; [/class] [class=contentContainer] height: 100%; width: calc( 100% - var(--math) ); left:0; position:relative; [/class] [class=content] width: calc( 100% - 5px); height: calc( var(--cir-center-h) - var(--divide-thick) / 2 - 15px); max-height:0; bottom: 0; left:0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; transition: max-height 1.5s ease-in-out; [/class] [class=scroll] height: auto; max-height: 100%; padding-top: 15px; width: calc( 100%); bottom: 0; position: absolute; padding-right: 200px; overflow-y: scroll; [/class] [class=header] width: 100%; height: calc( 100% - var(--cir-center-h) - var(--divide-thick) / 2); max-height:0; top: calc(100% + var(--divide-thick) ); line-height: .9; font-size: calc( 5.5vw + 2px ); overflow:hidden; position: absolute; transition: max-height 1.5s ease-in-out; [/class] [class=Title] height: auto; left:0; bottom: 0; position: absolute; color: white; font-size: calc( 5.5vw + 8px ); line-height:.9; [/class] [class=caption] width:100%; height: 4vw; font-size: calc( 1.75vw + 6px ); line-height: 1.2; position: absolute; [/class] [class=ShowContent] max-height: 75vh; transition: max-height 1.5s ease-in-out 3.25s; [/class] [class=ShowHeader] max-height: 75vh; transition: max-height 1.5s ease-in-out 3.25s; [/class] [class=circle] width: calc( 2 * ( ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 ) + 2 * var(--cir-thickness) ); height: calc( ( 2 * ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 ) * var(--img-w) / var(--img-h) + 2 * var(--cir-thickness)); box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 50%; top: calc( var(--cir-center-h) - ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 * var(--img-w) / var(--img-h) - var(--cir-thickness) ); left: calc( var(--cir-center-w) - ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 - var(--cir-thickness) ); right: calc( 100% - ( var(--cir-center-w) + ( 100% - var(--cir-center-w) ) * var(--cir-radius) / 100 + var(--cir-thickness) ) ); position: absolute; cursor: pointer; border: 0px white solid; transition: border-width .5s ease-in-out 1s; [/class] [class=circleReveal] transition: border-width .5s ease-in-out; border-width: calc(var(--cir-thickness) + 2px); [/class] [class=circleClose] text-align: center; color: gray; top: 50%; left: 50%; font-size: calc( 1vw + 6px); transform: translateX(-50%) translateY(-50%); position: absolute; opacity: 0; transition: opacity .2s ease-in-out; [/class] [class=circleOpen] text-align: center; color: gray; top: 50%; left: 50%; font-size: calc( 1vw + 6px); transform: translateX(-50%) translateY(-50%); position: absolute; opacity: 0; transition: opacity .2s ease-in-out; [/class] [class=circleOpacity] opacity:1; [/class] [script=circle] set isOpen 1 addClass circleReveal circle addClass glazeOpen glaze [/script] [script class=circle on=mouseenter] if (eq ${isOpen} 1) (addClass circleOpacity circleClose) (addClass circleOpacity circleOpen) [/script] [script class=circle on=mouseleave] removeClass circleOpacity circleClose removeClass circleOpacity circleOpen [/script] [script class=circle on=click] removeClass circleOpacity circleClose removeClass circleOpacity circleOpen if (eq ${isOpen} 1) (removeClass glazeOpen glaze) if (eq ${isOpen} 1) (removeClass circleReveal circle) if (eq ${isOpen} 0) (addClass glazeOpen glaze) if (eq ${isOpen} 0) (addClass circleReveal circle) if (eq ${isOpen} 1) (set isOpen 0) (set isOpen 1) [/script] [script=tab] set TabSel 0 set TabHis 1 addClass ShowContent titleContent addClass ShowHeader titleHeader addClass SpokeReveal titleSpoke [/script] [script class=tab on=click] set TabSel (getText) if (eq ${TabSel} ${TabHis}) (stop) //if tab selected is current tab, stop. if (eq ${TabHis} 1) (removeClass ShowContent titleContent) if (eq ${TabHis} 1) (removeClass ShowHeader titleHeader) if (eq ${TabHis} 2) (removeClass ShowContent introContent) if (eq ${TabHis} 2) (removeClass ShowHeader introHeader) if (eq ${TabHis} 3) (removeClass ShowContent requestsContent) if (eq ${TabHis} 3) (removeClass ShowHeader requestsHeader) if (eq ${TabHis} 4) (removeClass ShowContent bbcodeContent) if (eq ${TabHis} 4) (removeClass ShowHeader bbcodeHeader) //hide the text and prepare for SPINNING if (eq ${TabHis} 1) (removeClass SpokeReveal titleSpoke) if (eq ${TabHis} 2) (removeClass SpokeReveal introSpoke) if (eq ${TabHis} 3) (removeClass SpokeReveal requestsSpoke) if (eq ${TabHis} 4) (removeClass SpokeReveal bbcodeSpoke) //spinning to hide spoke complete. Prepare to spin spoke into view if (eq ${TabSel} 1) (addClass SpokeReveal titleSpoke) if (eq ${TabSel} 2) (addClass SpokeReveal introSpoke) if (eq ${TabSel} 3) (addClass SpokeReveal requestsSpoke) if (eq ${TabSel} 4) (addClass SpokeReveal bbcodeSpoke) //spinning complete. Show the new stuff if (eq ${TabSel} 1) (addClass ShowContent titleContent) if (eq ${TabSel} 1) (addClass ShowHeader titleHeader) if (eq ${TabSel} 2) (addClass ShowContent introContent) if (eq ${TabSel} 2) (addClass ShowHeader introHeader) if (eq ${TabSel} 3) (addClass ShowContent requestsContent) if (eq ${TabSel} 3) (addClass ShowHeader requestsHeader) if (eq ${TabSel} 4) (addClass ShowContent bbcodeContent) if (eq ${TabSel} 4) (addClass ShowHeader bbcodeHeader) set TabHis ${TabSel} [/script]

 

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Max Hunter

Basics

Full Name: Max Hunter
Nicknames: Hunter
Sexuality: Bi-sexual, homoromantic
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Birthday: 5th of June
Place of birth: Manhattan
Occupation: Clubowner

Appearance

Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Body type: Mesomorph
Body shape: triangular
Piercings, Tattoo's, etc: He got a small circle on his left wrist, a simple tribalistic tattoo on his shoulder and a + on his right heel

Background

Max hunter was born in Manhattan to two loving parents. His father is an elementary teacher and his mother working for a law firm. Max enjoyed from privileged education because his parents sent him to a private school. Max was an excellent student and was always full of dreams. During highschool his attitude towards school started to change and Max did just enough to pass the year. During high school he started working in a local gay bar in Manhattan as a bartender. After graduating he enrolled in business school and aspired to some day own his own company. When he was finished with his study, there were no job opportunities for him and he stayed working at the bar. The manager of the bar wanted to retire and live an easy life. Max was the longest working employee at that time and was appointed as new manager of the club. After some innovations the club became one of the best clubs in Manhattan. Max loved his job and bought another club in Manhattan and started his empire. His influence grew and after a decade of hard work he owned in total five thriving clubs at the East Coast of America.

Personality

Personality Goods: determined, selfless, opportunist, cheerful, helpful
Personality Bads: stubborn, lustful, recklessness, stingy, impatience
Fears: that he needs to shut down his clubs
Quirks/habits: has always some money in his pocket, drinks coffee when stressed
Skills/talents: running a business, seeing business opportunities, owning clubs and expanding them
Interests/Hobbies: Parting, running a club, running, working out
Likes: Guys, sex, money, attention,
Dislikes: business threats, clingy people, snow, rain,

Writing Sample

Max woke up because the light was shining in his eyes trough the curtain. When he opened his eyes it took some time to get used to the light. He looked around the room and tried to figure out what happened last night. It wasn’t his apartment he had woken up in. Max noticed that there was a girl laying next to him and a very hot guy at his other side. The memories were slowly slipping back. He remembered that he had been talking to a girl and a guy when he was bartending. After he closed the club they invited him for a last drink at their place and things got steamy quickly after. He tried to find his own clothes and phone. The two others were still asleep and this was the perfect time for him to sneak out and head to school.

He arrived at school and dropped the drink he got on the way in a trashcan and tried to find his classroom. The bell rang when he entered the door and quickly found a free space in the back of the room. The lecture was boring, but Max was a little bit motivated because he would be graduating soon, he could already smell it.

When he got home he quickly put a pizza in the oven and hopped under the shower. After getting cleaned and putting some shorts on he ate the pizza in front of the television. He looked at the clock and noticed that he still had a few hours left before he would need to get to the club again to start up the bar again. He got his laptop and continued working on he thesis about how to improve business whose numbers are declining. Max had always found this the most interesting thing about business, how to innovate and stay trending.

After arriving at the club, the manager, rick, asked him to come to the office upstairs. Rick lived in the apartment above the club so he would be there all the time. Max sat down and Rick started talking “As you know, I have been running this club for over three decades now. I have decided that I need to move on to something else and I want you to take over the club, since you are just the most grown person I know in this club” Rick was straight to the point, but Max was stunned by the good news and could only smile

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