Cassidy Ann Bradbury

Lieu: salle des médias
Interagir avec: rampant sur regarder et puis gérer quelques mots: les jolies filles gamer ( )
Cassie n'était pas le joueur le plus hardcore. Elle a joué beaucoup, bien sûr, mais elle n'a pas pensé qu'elle était géniale. D'habitude, regarder les autres jouer à un jeu vidéo n'était pas si digne d'elle, parce qu'elle n'a pas été aussi géniale. Mais, la seule personne qui jouait n'était pas si bonne, et c'était très crânien pour la tête rouge. Elle avait passé des heures sans fin qu'elle n'admettrait pas trop jouer aux Black Ops et le seul joueur faisait de très mauvais choix ; évidemment, il n'avait pas beaucoup joué. C'était l'une de ces choses où Cass voulait vraiment intervenir mais elle ne voulait pas non plus en sortir comme un snow-it-all cul-nezzle qui contrôlait, donc elle a simplement regardé avec ses mains dans ses poches et serré ses poings dans le petit espace que le tissu permettait. Un autre facteur qui s'inscrivait dans son début de rock sur ses pieds était l'ennui; en ce moment, elle explorait juste, elle ne voulait en fait rien jouer, donc elle a décidé de retourner à la salle principale serait mieux. Après tout, elle était nouvelle, elle devrait probablement montrer son éclat à tous ceux qui sont venus. Même, cela devenait plus difficile à regarder, donc le temps de sortir, étape à gauche. Ou bien. Elle n'était pas un nerd de théâtre, elle ne comprenait pas la différence.
Cependant, avant qu'elle ne puisse tourner la queue et laisser le désastre se produire à la télévision, un grand cri a percé l'air. Elle s'est tournée vers elle, se demandant ce qui pourrait faire ce bruit. Oh, une jolie fille pourrait. Son ennui a disparu, l'intérêt a atteint son apogée. Elle a remarqué qu'une des filles produit deux contrôleurs Xbox-360 sans fil à partir de nulle part, comme de la magie ou quelque chose, et a senti ses lèvres s'agiter vers le haut. Donc personne ne pouvait prendre la console avant l'arrivée de l'autre fille - c'était intelligent. Certes, elle s'intéressait non seulement au jeu que les filles jouaient, mais aussi aux joueurs eux-mêmes. Ils étaient plutôt jolis et ils pouvaient jouer dessus? Cassie n'avait certainement pas besoin de ces pensées en ce moment même.
En outre, leur amitié évidemment étroite a attiré son attention. Ça ne la dérangerait pas d'avoir une amie comme ça cet été. C'est pour ça qu'elle était là, n'est-ce pas? Pour se faire de nouveaux amis? Elle s'est presque grondée mais s'est souvenue qu'elle était en public, regardant autour. Elle avait un certain contrôle sur elle-même, au moins. Elle s'approcha peu à peu de l'endroit où les deux filles s'asseyaient; celle-ci semblait vaguement familière, et Cassie ne pouvait pas mettre son doigt là où elle l'avait vue auparavant. C'était un peu l'ennuyer puisqu'elle n'arrivait pas à comprendre. Elle se tenait légèrement derrière le canapé sur lequel ils étaient, à l'angle, pas si remarquable pour eux à moins qu'ils regardaient par-dessus leur épaule. Au lieu de regarder l'écran, cependant, elle regardait les filles, parce que celle-ci semblait si familière. Ça l'envahissait. Heureusement, elle était assez proche pour entendre la fille annoncer qu'elle était la Nighttingale. Elle a donné un coup doux, une reconnaissance la giflant au visage. Elle s'est sentie comme une idiote, c'est pour ça que la fille avait l'air familière.
"Tu es Sierra Jameson!" Elle l'a accidentellement dit à voix haute. C'était censé être dans sa tête, c'était totalement le cas. Maintenant, son visage se sentait chaud, parce qu'elle a interrompu leur conversation, surtout après que Sierra ait posé une question. Cassie sautait par accident. Merde, elle et sa grande gueule! "Je suis désolé. Continuez. Je regarde juste si ça ne vous dérange pas." Elle bourdonnait, les yeux retournaient à l'écran; elle n'était pas d'habitude aussi nerveuse ou timide, mais... ces filles étaient jolies, et elle avait remarqué les courbes douces des filles dernièrement, s'était trouvée un peu plus nerveuse autour de celles qu'elle trouvait assez jolies. Et, elle ne voulait pas les interrompre, donc c'était un peu embarrassant; elle ne voulait contrarier personne le premier jour de sa visite ici. Quelle belle première impression, sa bouche forte s'étant emparée d'elle.
William August Whittaker

Lieu: lac > hall principal
Interagir avec : son propre esprit.
Malgré la peur stupide et agaçante dans l'esprit de Will que cette quantité d'eau pourrait le noyer sans même prendre soin d'obtenir son nom d'abord, c'était une belle vue. Les arbres autour du lac, le lac lui-même, même l'herbe semblait jolie ici. C'était différent de sa ville natale; c'était plus... un sentiment vibrant, plus vivant. Peut-être que ça l'a aidé parce qu'il n'avait pas l'impression que la pression persistante de la situation de sa famille se profilait sur sa tête. Ici, il s'est senti... libre. Comme s'il pouvait respirer maintenant. Ce qu'il a fait. Il a pris une profonde respiration et s'est détourné du lac. Pas besoin de se faire peur avant qu'il retourne dans le hall principal, quelle belle première impression qui serait. Honnêtement, il ne s'en souciait pas s'il connaissait bien quelqu'un ici ou pas. Will ne s'est pas approché de qui que ce soit; après tout, il a déménagé après cet été. La plus grande raison pour laquelle il est venu ici était de se donner une chance d'être loin de sa famille, et de pouvoir courir libre après toute cette expérience. La seule raison pour laquelle il allait rester pendant l'été était que ses parents allaient s'enregistrer et qu'il savait qu'ils le seraient. Il ne s'attendait pas trop à sortir de cette expérience estivale. Cela ne voulait pas dire qu'il n'était pas un peu excité; il aimait vivre de nouvelles choses et c'était définitivement nouveau pour lui.
Il est parti, dans la salle principale. Au moment où il est entré, la plupart des entrées fortes avaient été faites. Il a raté le "fun". La salle principale était de plus en plus surpeuplée, et non pas qu'elle était extrêmement gênante pour lui. Il a regardé autour de lui, les yeux cherchant un distributeur automatique. Il n'avait apporté aucune des collations qu'il légifère dans son sac à dos aux côtés des choses jugées nécessaires et maintenant il le regrettait, puisqu'il n'y avait pas de distributeur automatique en vue. Soupirant à lui-même, il a plutôt pris un bâton de chewing-gum dans sa poche et l'a mis dans sa bouche. C'était mieux que n'importe quoi, il avait juste besoin de mâcher quelque chose. Il s'est déplacé plus loin dans le hall principal et a trouvé un siège dans l'un des coins de la pièce. S'installer à regarder les gens, parce que cela semblait plus intéressant à l'heure actuelle au lieu de se présenter à n'importe qui. Ce qui, l'observation des gens était intéressante; il y avait des types évidemment intéressants dans ce camp et cela a augmenté son excitation. Il se demandait si quelqu'un avait de bonnes histoires à raconter; il ne s'attendait à rien là-bas ou à ce fascinant, mais il était sûr qu'il pouvait entendre de bonnes choses. Cependant, il n'a pas fait un geste pour se lever et aller rencontrer des gens. Il attendrait que ce truc d'introduction commence officiellement.
Ponceuses Alton Kitt

Emplacement: hall principal
Interagir avec: via le texte: Favorite Slut Hana (); Precious Air-head Nessa (); Sassy-sidekick Jess (); en personne: le pack de loup pour son propre amusement plus un rouge ( )
Le petit peu d'attention que Kitt avait reçu à son entrée et à son annonce était agréable. Il a souri quand il a remarqué que quelques personnes retournent à leurs propres appareils quand il leur a dit de continuer. Alors qu'il savait que c'était eux qui ne s'intéressaient pas, il pouvait prétendre que c'était parce qu'ils l'écoutaient. C'était plus drôle que de penser à la vérité. Son balayage de la pièce lui a montré qu'aucune de ses filles n'était ici. Jess, Hana, ni Nessa. "Les salopes." Il murmura alors qu'il passait par un petit groupe de dames, qui le regarda avec diverses expressions de confusion et d'offense. Il roula les yeux, agitant la main sur eux de façon dédaigneuse. "Pas vous les salopes, voir." Il a dit avec un rouleau d'oeil, se déplaçant avant qu'ils puissent jeter une insulte en arrière. Ce n'est pas que Kitt se serait foutu de toute façon. Il savait de quoi il s'agissait, pas ces connards. Il a commencé à sonder la pièce à nouveau, à trouver quelqu'un à poke pendant qu'il attendait que ses dames lui écrivent, quand il a senti son téléphone vibrer dans sa poche. Il l'a fouetté, souriant à l'appareil intelligent quand il a vu que c'était un texto de sa salope préférée jamais. Sérieusement, jamais. Il s'est moqué de son texto, les pouces planant sur l'écran allumé. Il était excité de retrouver ses salopes et de les rattraper. Il leur avait envoyé des textos tout au long de son année scolaire, mais il était plus difficile de suivre les gens comme ça. Mais il savait que chaque été, ils seraient tous bruyants et sales ensemble, comme s'ils ne s'étaient jamais séparés. C'était ce qu'il aimait d'eux; c'était comme s'ils ne s'étaient jamais séparés. Il souriait alors qu'il tapait un texto.
À: ma salope fav hanananana
La perfection prend du temps, Darlin! venir au plus vite. U'll trouver mon cul sexy ici attendre pour les intros ennuyeux pour commencer
Avant même qu'il puisse remettre son téléphone dans sa poche, il vibrait dans sa main. Il a roulé les yeux en pensant, Hana, espèce de salope désespérée, je t'ai déjà dit que je suis gay. quand il l'a vu de Nessa. Mon autre garce désespérée, aw! il n'a pas hésité à lui taper une réponse, parce que Nessa était son étrange, petit enfant qu'il avait adopté, et qu'il habillait toutes les chances qu'il avait eues. Sa petite poupée de porcelaine.
À : précieux nessa à tête d'air
Câlin reçu! Dépêchez-vous xoxo
Il n'a pas encore saisi son téléphone, parce qu'il y avait une autre personne qu'il voulait alerter à sa merveilleuse présence. Les salopes sassys doivent se serrer les coudes, n'est-ce pas? Eh bien, lui et Jess l'ont fait. C'est pour eux qu'il a vécu, d'accord? Il les adorait et l'adorait. On aurait dit qu'ils se battaient, mais pour ceux qui les connaissaient bien, ils se baisaient les uns avec les autres. Vous pouvez seulement mettre tellement de sas ensemble avant qu'il se soit retourné sur lui-même, mais leur sass tourné d'une manière ludique et taquine. Même si Jess n'était jamais irréelle à propos d'une de ses insultes ou de ce qui t'a fait, ça ne ferait pas de Kitt un œil. Il n'a pas été offensé si facilement et Jess était son pote pour qu'il s'en foute de toute façon.
Vers: sassy sidekick jess
Il faut que je sache que mon fabuleux cul est là. c u bientôt mon sexy boo
Cette fois, il a réussi à empocher son téléphone, et a continué son observation de la pièce. Quelqu'un d'intérêt lui a pris l'œil; il était une petite chose, étant entouré par la meute de loups comme Kitt les considérait. Compris? Des loups gris. Le satané garçon pensait qu'il était drôle, d'accord? Il a porté ses lèvres légèrement, les yeux bleus prenant dans l'ajout évidemment nouveau au camp, et à l'équipe grise. Le pauvre, il a été mis dans une équipe merdique. Comme c'est tragique! Et cette tenue, Dieu, quelqu'un l'aide. Kitt voulait l'aider. La chose serait précieuse si il s'habillait correctement. Kitt n'a jamais parlé à beaucoup de gens de l'équipe grise; il les connaissait, et ils le connaissaient. Il a peut-être jeté quelques commentaires sales à leur façon, mais il l'a fait avec tout le monde. Aujourd'hui, il s'est senti un peu audacieux, et comme il voulait apprendre à mieux les connaître (mais pas d'une manière très amicale). Peut-être que cette petite chose aidait à le pousser dans leur direction, mais aussi, Kitt s'ennuyait déjà, et il voulait se moquer de quelqu'un. Qui de mieux que les loups? Il aimait marcher dans les tanières et peut-être se faire mordre, c'était amusant! Donc, il est allé à la petite meute, voyant un loup rouge était là aussi, mais ignorant Jackson. Il a mis un sourire denté, s'arrêtant à quelques pieds d'eux et applaudissant ses mains pour attirer leur attention. "La meute de loups et toute sa gloire! (...) plus Jackson." "Je vois qu'on a un nouveau petit chiot - quel est son nom? Il est précieux." Il s'est taquiné, il a fait sourire tout le monde, il l'a dirigé en dernier au petit chiot. Il s'est même penché un peu pour être plus au niveau des yeux avec le petit chiot, comme il l'a maintenant considéré, son sourire pas aussi fou ou taquin qu'il était dirigé sur lui, plus doux maintenant, parce que le chiot était juste si mignon! Il ne se souciait pas vraiment de l'interruption d'une conversation, ou des tensions qui se produisaient, il voulait juste étouffer quelques plumes et passer à autre chose. Il avait tendance à faire des commentaires sales à tout le monde, c'était dans sa nature, et ceux qui étaient ici depuis plus d'un an devraient s'attendre à ce qu'il dise quelque chose chaque fois qu'il errait, maintenant. C'était Kitt Sanders pour vous, fort et fier et presque toujours hors de ligne.
►Cassidy Ann Bradbury◄

”Being a geek is a great thing. I think we're all geeks. Being a geek means you're passionate about something and that defines your uniqueness. I would rather be passionate about something than be apathetic about everything.” – Masi Oka
Cassidy Ann Bradbury
►Nickname◄
Cassie/Cass.
Cassidy has known this nickname her whole life and knows it better than her own name, usually saying Cassie instead of Cassidy when introducing herself.
►Birth Date◄
July 19th.
►Age◄
17.
►Gender◄
Female.
►Sexuality◄
Bicurious.
►Relationship Status◄
Definitely single.
►Sexually Active◄

No; hasn't been yet.
►Team Color◄
Member of Team Purple!
►Years At Camp◄
First year (a virgin in more ways than one!).
►In Depth Appearance◄

Cassie doesn't think she stands out, at all. So she doesn't try too. She barely wears any make-up, only wearing foundation when she has a problematic zit (which happens more often than she wants). She rarely brushes her hair, just letting it do what it will. If she leaves it down, it becomes straight yet messy "nest" (according to her) that varies between a deep red or an orange-red, depending on the lightening of where she's at. Her eyes are a hazel-green, usually looking more green, and she has just the lightest dusting of freckles across her cheekbones and bridge of her nose, more noticeable in brighter light. She doesn't tan easy, usually burning instead, and so she usually has a pale complexion all year around. She has a fast metabolism, so while she can't gain weight, she also doesn't gain very much muscle, so she has a thinner frame standing at 5'6.
She has to wear contacts but if she doesn't, she, of course, has to wear glasses. Most of the time, she has her hair up, be it in a messy bun, a quick braid, or a high ponytail. She's very laid back in her clothing style; almost always wearing t-shirts and jeans, tennis shoes or flip flops. Sometimes, she might put a button up over a graphic tee that's a little nicer, she might put on a nicer pair of flats, or a piece of jewelry, but usually, she's seen in clothes that mirrors her laid back, friendly personality.
►Habits & Quirks◄

  Has a tendency to chew on things when she is either nervous, concentrating, or just bored, be it her lip, her thumb nail, or even her hair.
 Has a habit of singing in the shower, or whenever she has headphones in. Loudly and with no shame. She may dance as well, but that does depend.
 When she eats out, she must clean up her side of the table and stack her dishes and prepare it for the busboy or whoever.
 Has the habit to make references, be it of TV shows, movies or even video games.
 Has the habit to talk to herself about any and everything.
►Likes & Dislikes◄

Likes:
 Many things considered "geeky" or "nerdy," depending on who is asked.
 Music, especially live music.
 Meeting new people.
 Cats and dogs and just animals of any kind, yes.
 Mythical creatures.
 Junk food.
 Reading stretched out in warm sunlight.
 Any type of humor, even the worse kind.
 Harmless flirting/teasing.
 Stars/nighttime.
 Trying new things.
 Flavored drinks (tea, smoothies, cold coffee drinks).
Dislikes:
 Rude people.
 Spelling because she sucks at it; big words because she can't remember many of them.
 Wearing heels.
 People commenting on her bad habit of chewing on things.
 Losing.
 Not being listened too.
 Reality TV.
 Feeling clueless.
 Bugs. Not that she's disgusted by them, but they're annoying pests.
 The cold.
 Staying still for too long; she has to move or pace after a certain amount of time.
 Fights of any sort.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Aviatophobia - fear of flying.
 Rejection.
 Her ex-boyfriend.
 Being played with/tricked/being the butt of a joke.
 Forceful personalities.
 Sex; she wants to have it but is very scared of messing it up/the other person not listening to her.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Level-headed/calm.
 Honest but not to the point of being blunt.
 Funny.
 Determined/doesn't give up easily.
 Quick learner.
 Friendly.
 Helpful to a point.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Some would say she's too open and vocal.
 Doesn't know how to deal with more negative emotions.
 Easy crier.
 Makes noises considered rude by accident.
 Loud.
 Not very trusting at all.
 While she's a quick learner, she forgets things she doesn't find important/isn't interested in very easily.
►Personality◄
Cassie comes off as a open, friendly, and happy person with a loud, but chilled, personality. Which is what she is. Cassie believes in being friendly to everyone, no matter what, and helping to the best of her ability. She loves life, shows it in the way she embraces new things and breathes in the outdoor air with a beaming smile, and is quite positive. She rarely frets, instead choosing to point at the positive of situations. She doesn't judge harshly at all, taking everything in stride, and going with the flow. She barely bats an eye at rude attitudes, it doesn't mean she likes them though, and instead makes a joke to dispel a possible fight or awkwardness. She uses humor to deflect from having to fight, be it vocally or physically, and as a shield to hide her softer emotions. Because while she may seem open, she actually rarely dives into her past or her emotions, instead being open by how accepting she is and about her likes/interests. Humor of any sort is a defense mechanism, the first thing she turns too when she's beginning to grow upset, or someone isn't being too kind.
She doesn't handle her negative emotions well. She's an easy crier, tearing up over what some people would consider the smallest things. When she's in a vulnerable place, she takes more things to heart, unlike when she's in a good mood, where she lets everything roll off her back with no problem. She doesn't know how to deal with anger or sadness, turning to her likes and hobbies to bury it and ignore it, choosing to lock it away than deal with it. It takes a lot to get her to a bad place, though, since she is so laid-back and can take a "beating," so to say. However, when she does get there, she will say her honest thoughts instead of using her humor to try and deflect any negative emotions.
Cassie is an expert in harmless flirting. She shamelessly flirts with everyone, enjoying watching how people react. She does get a little surprised when someone delivers the same amount of flirting or even humor her way but she recovers quickly and loves it. However, she is very inexperienced in crushes, dating, and sexual activities, so if she starts to like someone, she gets more nervous and even somewhat shy around them, having a tendency to ramble when she's feeling nervous or shy. She grows very weary when she begins to like someone, and usually, she starts to distance herself, not wanting a repeat of the one relationship she did have that failed horribly bad. She isn't clingy or needy in the bit and she thrives off of her alone time. She might be flirty and very friendly, but she doesn't very much like touching, or being touched, and avoids that at all costs. She doesn't freak out if someone does touch her but she makes sure to step away and, if they don't get the hint, she'll be honest and tell them to please not.
►Place Of Origin◄
New York City, New York.
►Background◄
Cassie was born to Samantha and Jack Bradbury in NYC. Jack was a very successful business owner, Samantha staying home and caring for Cassie. Cassie was an only child, growing up with parents who rained her with gifts, yet taught her to be humble and how to work for things she wanted once she was old enough. She went to the best school in NYC, had all As because she is very smart, and was quite popular. Her life was good, more than good, it was great. She had a very happy, fruitful childhood with loving, attentive parents. Life was amazing, until high school, that was. Freshman year, she met a guy named Jason, who she quickly got attached too. By that time, she was considered "geeky" and had lost many of her friends from being "weird" but she hadn't cared. Jason was a popular jock, so cliche, right? But, that was how it went, and Jason seemed to really love her. They were going steady for almost three months, Cassie being introduced to the popular circle again, going to the best parties, having what she thought were the best friends. She still kept up with her grades, having learned responsibility from a young age and not forgetting it.
Three months in her and Jason's relationship, she really thought she was in love and it was going to last. There was a big party being thrown and Cassie got permission to go and go she went. There, Jason kept pushing alcoholic drinks at her, but she refused to have more than one, afraid of possibly getting caught underage drinking somehow. Jason had seemed annoyed when she kept denying more drinks but Cassie stood her ground, not letting herself be pressured into more. Eventually, he gave up, and invited her upstairs. She went willingly, thinking they were going to just kiss some. Jason hadn't tried anymore than a couple kisses, keeping his hands to himself, and she appreciated that because she was scared by the thought of sex. They went up to a bedroom, it had been a big house, one of the richer kids throwing it while their parents were away (didn't it always happen like that?). Jason closed the door and Cassie began to get nervous. The kissing started out fine; no touching, just a couple of sweet kisses. Then, Jason started to touch her, and trying to deepen the kisses. Cassie tried to tell him she wasn't ready, to stop, but Jason kept pushing for it, becoming forceful. When Jason pushed her down onto the bed and held her there, Cassie got scared, and tried to knock Jason off. Jason got angry and did get off when Cassie started to cry and said he couldn't keep doing this.
That was when Cassie found out he was doing this because he lost a bet. Cassie felt like her world came crashing down as Jason angrily explained that he lost a bet and he had to try and seduce her, take the geek girl's virginity, and he had been so patient, trying to ease her into it, so he could turn the bet around and win it. Cassie had been devastated. Her life had been one big lie. All her friends, her boyfriend, all a lie. After that, Cassie didn't bother making new friends, instead choosing to stay home during non-school hours and work extra hard on her schoolwork and become more knowledgeable on her likes. Her parents were worried for her but she wouldn't listen to them, kept lying and saying she was fine. While her parents noticed that when they went for their weekly outing dinner, Cassie was still friendly and vocal towards strangers they passed by, still all smiles and kind, but she still wouldn't make new friends. Worried that she was going to become antisocial, her parents looked into many different summer opportunities, not wanting her to spend the last summer the same way - working a summer job and staying in her room during free time, playing video games and binge-watching Netflix. They had weighed a lot of different summer camps and decided on Camp Liberty. Cassie had been weary but she had agreed, because she was a social creature, and wanted a summer full of something other than work and console games (though nothing wrong with those for sure).

►Extra◄
Making horrible puns and cheesy jokes.
C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by , herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask.
►William August Whittaker◄


”I'm so down to earth, I'm bringing gravity back.” – Tinie Tempah
William August Whittaker
►Nickname◄
Will, given to him pretty much since birth by his family and eventual friends.
Willie, that he hates, and was given to him by his two older brothers.
►Birth Date◄
September 25th.
►Age◄
16.
►Gender◄
Male.
►Sexuality◄
Closeted homosexual.
►Relationship Status◄
Single.
►Sexually Active◄
No.
►Team Color◄
Red.
►Years At Camp◄
First year.
►In Depth Appearance◄

William might have came from a wealthy family but he did not look nor dress the part. He doesn't work hard on his appearance at all. He lets his dirty-blonde hair do as it will and because of this, he's always reaching up and pushing it off of his forehead, giving it a wind-swept look. He has very thick matching eyebrows, set above eyes that can't decide what color they want to be. In dimmer lighting, they appear to be a blue, with only the barest hint of hazel green; the hazel green comes to life when in bright lighting, especially sunlight, akin to the color of a leaf with sunlight streaming through it. A surprising amount of freckles dot along his whole face, not missing one place to be. They are quite noticeable when he has a paler complexion but when he gets a tan, it looks as if he doesn't have as many. Another feature that may stand out about William is his wonderful butt chin. Standing at a towering 6'2, he has a very skinny, lanky build, with body hair that's more blonde and so, unnoticeable.
He definitely does not dress like the typical rich preppy boy. His style is more on the side of grungy lazy teenager without the stinky part, since he is hygienic, and hipster, a mixture that is both but neither at the same time. His usual go to are slouchy pants, either plain or graphic v-neck shirts, old, faded graphic tank tops, baggy flannel button ups, messy, run down shoes, sandals; most of his outfits make it seem like he really doesn't care what he's wearing at all. He owns too many pairs of boots, all rugged and worn in, usually ankle high with buckles and straps, or plain sandals that have seen better days. If he does wear jeans, it's usually skinny jeans or cut off jean shorts with frayed edges. He has a large collection of beanies and hats, things he still wears in the summer because he thinks they're just that great.
►Habits & Quirks◄

 He's always, always, snacking.
 He has the habit of letting his mind wander, and sometimes, he'll ignore people by accident because of it, but he does apologize; overthinking.
 He really doesn't mind being naked in a non-sexual way, he sees it as a natural thing and thinks there's more to the human body than hidden "sexual organs."
 He has the habit of kicking his shoes off and walking around bare-foot.
 He has the habit of licking/sucking the flavor off his chips before eating them.
 He has the habit of cleaning up after himself/other people all the time because he hated letting the maids do it at home.
►Likes & Dislikes◄

Likes
 Snacky/junk food.
 Black coffee.
 Modern hoboing/trains.
 Music.
 Experiencing new things/hearing people's stories.
 Both wild and concrete nature.
 Daydreaming/thinking.
 Graffiti.
Dislikes
 Entitlement.
 Greed/wasteful.
 Littering.
 Bullying/unnecessary rudeness.
 Formal events since he had to attend some because of his family's position.
 His fear of swimming.
 Spoiled children/adults.
 Misogyny.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Confinement; he's afraid he won't be able to break the mold his family keeps trying to fit him into.
 A fear of anything that flies such as any insect or any bird.
 Swimming/drowning.
 Global warming.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Charmingly goofy.
 Feminist.
 Driven/determined.
 Understanding/non-judgmental.
 Down to earth/laid back.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Overly defensive.
 Insecure in his knowledge/intelligence.
 Comes off as uncaring/shy.
 Telling white lies/exaggerating.
 Comes off as wishy-washy.
►Personality◄

Will was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he hasn't let that shape him into some entitled, spoiled brat. Not like his stupid siblings. He keeps to himself most of the time, choosing to be quiet in fear he'll say something stupid or be judged harshly, so he comes off as shy. He isn't insecure in his looks but he is insecure in himself, his thoughts, and that makes him hold back on speaking aloud. However, that doesn't mean he'll clam up all the time; one of Will's favorite things to do is push people's buttons, finds out what makes them tick, but in a playful, charming way. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or offensive, but some people may see it as that. When he thinks he's wrong about something, he does get defensive then, even angry, not admitting when he's wrong, and having a tendency to tell little white lies or exaggerate a story.
He's actually very understanding and accepting of people. He believes in women's rights heavily and treats each woman as an equal, respecting them as much as he does other guys. He rarely flirts/hits on anyone, though sometimes, his goofy and teasing nature can be taken for a form of boyish flirting. In reality, he sucks at flirting, and can even get nervous around a guy he likes. He's very laid back and one with nature; he loves the outdoors and would much rather be travelling and seeing the world instead of sitting in a big CEO office like his father. He prefers a simple, free lifestyle to a rich, privileged one.
►Place Of Origin◄
Cottage Grove, Oregon.

►Background◄
William was born into a very wealthy family. His father, Franklin, is the CEO of a private business in their little town, making them the richest family there. His mother, Katharine, is a trophy wife and nothing more. He was the third child, having two older brothers. One brother, Travis, was five years older, whereas the other brother, Keith, was two years older. Travis and Keith were very close and didn't like when Will came along. So, Will grew up in a household with an absent father, an uncaring mother, and siblings who bullied him each chance they got. Each child had basically been raised by a nanny and the other maids of the house, the mother always going out to better her looks, and the father always working. when Will was five years old, their parents decided it would be a good idea to have yet another child, this one a girl they named Hannah. Of course, Travis and Keith basically ignored Hannah as they all grew older, choosing to instead bully Will. It partly shaped the person Will is today; his brothers were always undermining him, making him feel stupid, and making him very defensive of his own being. At ten, his brothers got the bright idea that it'd be funny to throw Will into the pool... when he couldn't swim. He managed to not drown, obviously, but it did traumatize him.
As Will kept growing, and learning new things, he noticed how his mother treated Hannah. Hannah was never allowed to play outside, or to play video games, or do anything considered "boy-ish" as his mother said all the time. Instead, Hannah had to be girly, and have her nails painted and wear dresses all the time. It made Will uneasy and annoyed, the beginnings of his feminism. Also as Will kept growing, his brothers thought his fear of the pool was funny, and would sometimes throw him in, fully clothed, and even sometimes with his backpack from school still on, soaking all his books and work. He fought back and defended himself, but they fought back harder, and Will almost always ended up on his ass with some sort of injury for his smart mouth. Being treated in such a way might have made him a bitter bastard but instead, he has a more open and understanding view of the world. Eventually, Travis followed in daddy's footsteps, and became an employee at the office, bagging himself his own trophy wife, and having a big, fancy house. Just because Travis was gone, didn't mean Keith was any easier on Will. Actually, he was probably harder on Will, since Will dressed the way he did and behaved the way he did, and Keith claimed he was a little freak. Will's mother hated how he dressed, and demanded he dress like a normal person, but he always refused. Hannah became a very spoiled "girly girl" that when Will tried to encourage her to break from the mold their mother forced her into, she called him stupid and rarely spoke to him.
At 15, he ran away during the summer. He had been reading stories of modern day hoboing on the internet and wanted to do it himself. Shortly after leaving, and learning quick how to train hop without possibly getting ran over or his neck broken, he met an older man that was hoboing too. They had an instant click, the older man willing to help Will out since he deemed Will was "too damn young to be out here on his own," and Will was thrilled. Almost a week had passed before he had the discovery that he just didn't see the older man as a friend and mentor, but as more, and he liked him a lot. Before, he had never been interested in girls like other guys at school, and now he understood why. He was too young, shy and inexperienced to do anything but he had the hugest and, most of the time, embarrassing crush on the man. The secret came out when the man shared whiskey with him, a way of congratulating him on making it for almost two weeks, and of course, Will was a lightweight and it came out. Unfortunately, his parents wanted him back, and, being as rich as they were, they had all the police in the area around searching for him, and he even had an reward on his head for anyone who found him. After Will revealed his secret, his discovery that he was gay and scared because his hometown had that typical small-town mindset about that kind of stuff, he really didn't want to go back.
The man, of course, turned him down gently and a few more days passed of going nowhere specific when it happened. The man turned him over to the police. Will couldn't believe it; he was hurt and heartbroken over the betrayal. He was forced to go back home by a police escort. After a screaming argument with his parents, he stormed out of the room, but had stopped when he heard his mother mention the man. She said she didn't understand why the man had turned down the money and only said to take care of him. Will felt better that the man hadn't just gave him up for the money but he was still hurt. He had to move on and so he did, spending the rest of his summer under watchful eyes and being pissed about it. He went through the school year, keeping his new founded sexuality a secret, and even going out a couple times with girls, nervous and worried of being rejected and hated. However, one of his guy friends at the time, Jason, wanted to hang out with him one day and Will agreed. He never noticed it but he was well-liked and popular at school, since he didn't let the things at home follow him around and he was charming, goofy and overall fun. Jason and him were hanging out in his room when Jason came onto him, admitting he liked Will a lot; Will had been shocked but he had found Jason attractive and so he went with it. Unfortunately, Hannah decided to barge into his room like the sassy and entitled brat she was, to tell Will their mother wanted to see him, and caught them kissing. Will tried to stop her from leaving the room but Hannah ran downstairs screaming for their mom and told Katherine what she had seen. It went downhill from there; Jason's parents were called to be informed of what happened then he was kicked out and Will's father was called to let him know what had happened.
His parents were very unhappy with him. Hannah and Keith were too, copying their parent's reactions instead of having thoughts of their own. The rest of the day, Will had to hear a long, long speech of how wrong that was, and he tried to argue it, but of course they wouldn't listen. His family treated him like he was sick after that and he couldn't stand it, always snapping at them and biting off their heads, only causing more problems. Even Jason stopped talking to him, keeping his head down more often in school, and Will was hurt and it just made him want to leave all this behind. The upcoming summer, he had been planning another hoboing trip, this time planning on going far away, out of the state, before anyone could find him. But, instead, his parents surprised him by telling him he was going to Camp Liberty, a place where they hoped he could better himself (he took that as "fix" himself). Will wasn't too thrilled but at least he wouldn't be home and he'd be out in the nature. Maybe he wouldn't even go home after.

►Extra◄
Acting!
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►Alton Kitt Sanders◄

"It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain." - Francis Maude.
Alton Kitt Sanders
"Heaven forbid, do not call me Alton, ever!"
►Nickname◄
Kitt - always introduces himself as such.
Kitty - for those close to him only.
►Birth Date◄
August 3rd.
►Age◄
16.
►Gender◄
Male.
►Sexuality◄

Homosexual.
►Relationship Status◄
Single.
►Sexually Active◄

He likes to say he is but...
►Team Color◄
Pink.
►Years At Camp◄
Third year!
►In Depth Appearance◄
Kitt is a cute little thing. Standing at 5'5, with a small build that has no muscles, he doesn't look very threatening at all. He keeps up with himself; making sure his dirty-blonde hair is healthy, his skin is clean and moisturized, and his nails are done and lovely. He almost always styles his bangs back and to the side, or sometimes almost sticking up; on days where he is just not in the mood, he usually shoves a fashionable hat over his hair to hide a mess (or if it's a bad hair day). He has shockingly blue eyes, things he prides himself on, with matching eyelashes around them; he knows how to bat them at people, too, and how to do the perfect puppy-dog eyes. He tries his damnedest to not have acne, though it happens, and when it happens, he always covers it up. He makes sure to use chap-stick often, to keep his lips moisturized and pink, keep them kissable as he says a lot. Sometimes, depending on the day and outfit, he may take the time to do some make-up. He attempts to tan during the summer, though he has to be careful, because he may burn; but he always manages a light one. He does have one tattoo, since his fathers didn't mind letting him get it; it's on his inner right wrist, and it's just a simple black infinity symbol.
His style is quite fashionable in his eyes. He's often keeping up with the latest trends, even getting things shipped from places like Tokyo, Paris, La-la Land, and NYC to his house. He has many clothes and shoes, a large walk-in closet stuffed with things, and prides himself on his style. He isn't afraid to show out with his style, either; some of his clothes can be considered very loud and flamboyant. Do not put it pass him to steal a pair of heels from one of his girlfriends and wear them - he's very confident and proud in the person he is and has no shame whatsoever. He does have a few things considered girls clothes in his closet and adores them as much as the other stuff. When he's alone, or with someone he's comfortable with, however, he dresses down. And when he dresses down, he dresses down. Sweats, baggy shirts, messy hair; he likes to be comfortable in a home environment.
►Habits & Quirks◄
 Has a tendency to pick at his clothes, even when they are wrinkle and lint free.
 Primping. He does it, a lot.
 Chews gum. Loudly. Pops bubbles. Just as loudly.
 Calls everyone, everyone, anything such as "doll," "honey/honey-child," "sweetie," "boo/boo thang," etc., you get it (edit: that also includes whore, slut, even cunt; almost forgot those golden ones!).
 Tends to exclaim things loudly to the sky considered "blasphemy" when frustrated/stressed.
 Has the habit of looking people over, no matter how often he sees them, and judging their clothes.
 Talks with his hands a lot, even snapping his fingers or clapping sometimes to get a point across.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
Likes.

 Fashion.
 Sunshine.
 Coffee (if you count Starbucks).
 Chocolate.
 Cats.
 Shopping, obviously.
Dislikes.
 Close-minded assholes/bullies.
 Bad fashion.
 Rain; always messes up his hair.
 Getting dirty/nature (ironic he's at an outdoorsy camp).
 Having to repeat himself.
 Receiving texts with only one word/letter.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Losing his fathers.
 Not achieving his dream of being a fashion designer.
 Arachnophobia - fear of spiders.
 Drowning in a car; not drowning, but drowning in a car.
 Bad fashion - he claims it's a legit fear.
 Being bullied again.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Loyal.
 Encouraging/supportive (when he agrees with it).
 Loving/caring.
 Fairly level-headed/calm.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Sassy.
 Loud/sometimes demanding.
 Judgmental in the fashion sense/openly pities and 'tsks' at people.
 Bluntly honest/speaks mind/no filter.
►Personality◄
Kitt is a feisty little thing who doesn't take shit from anyone. He tells it like he sees it, not holding anything back. That doesn't mean he's incapable of being supportive or caring towards someone; he's actually quite a lovable thing once you get to know him. His loud, sassy backtalk turns a lot of people off, though. And the fact he will point out your clothes if they look like shit - he can't help it, he feels like some (a lot of) people need help when it comes to fashion and he considers himself the fashion queen. When Kitt enters a room, he demands attention. He loves attention, the spotlight being on him. He will share it... to a point. He's very spoiled, having grown up in a house where he got all he wanted, and then some. But, he does share his riches as well... to a point.
Once you get on Kitt's good side, you're going to stay there (he'll also spoil you, cool perk, right?). He's a loyal little shit. Unless you wrong him that much, he's going to help you with whatever (while giving his opinion on it, of course). He is actually forgiving and understanding though. He's also open about the bullying he went through, because he doesn't think that needs to be hid, and he wants people to know how much of assholes other people can be. He isn't quick to anger, but he is quick to annoyance, that sassy backtalk coming into play when someone annoys him. It takes a lot to actually make him angry and he isn't above taking (verbal) low blows at someone. He does have a tendency to talk down to people, completely by accident, but it happens. He's just so great, he can't help it if everyone else isn't on his level, you know?
►Place Of Origin◄
San Diego, California.
►Background◄
Kitt was born to a mother who didn't want him, so he was put up for adoption. He stayed in the system for a fair while, getting by in the crappy environment, when at seven, he got adopted by a married couple, both male. At first, he was a little shit (even demanding they call him Kitt, not Alton, ugh!). Not because he had two Dads now but just because he didn't know how to handle a family environment, a fear inside him that it was going to be taken away. Though, his fathers, George and Bryan, were great parents, and they brought Kitt out of his shell by the time he was eight, and he finally let himself enjoy his new parents. Living with them, he discovered quickly that his father, Bryan, was a drag queen. Being exposed to this definitely helped shape Kitt into the wonderfully sassy little thing he is today. He loved his fathers very much and they both were very happy. And loaded, too, so Kitt was spoiled, and loving it. His childhood went from pretty bad to great, and it stayed that way. When he was a little older, by begging, Bryan began letting him hang out backstage at the shows he performed at, where the other queens cooed and doted over him. Kitt ate up the attention and loved it. They would dress him up and let him prance around and just be adorable. Everyone adored the little Kitty. However, his parents were worried about him; while Kitt was very social with people at the shows, he didn't have very many friends at school; instead, he was bullied a lot, because he wasn't afraid to talk about his home life, his fathers, the drag shows, or how he liked boys more than girls ('cause girls had cooties, right? and they're nearly as cute either) and he found out some people didn't like that at all.
Since the school wouldn't do anything about it, they pulled Kitt out of school, and put him in home school. Still, they worried about his social development, because he wasn't having very much of it expect with a lot of older men and women. So, the summer he was fourteen, they surprised him with sending him to Camp Liberty. At first, Kitt was set against it; he wanted to go with Bryan to his shows! He didn't want to go to some stupid camp. But he didn't have a say in it and he was forced to go. The first part of that summer, Kitt hadn't talked much; he wasn't quite sure how to socialize with kids his age. But, slowly, he came out of his shell and actually had a good time. It was why he went the next year, and why he's returning; he actually enjoyed the people and activities. His parents were a little surprised he wanted to go back but, of course, they encouraged it, and gladly let him go back, happy to know he was socializing in some way. They also greatly encourage his dream of wanting to be a fashion designer, and spoil him with the latest clothes and trends, buying him almost anything he asks for. Almost. They do set a limit but it isn't a very high limit. Kitt is very excited to come back for third year at Camp Liberty; his first summer, he had somehow got put into Purple! At first, he hadn't really noticed he should belong in Pink, but as that first summer went on, oh, he knew where he belonged. So, that next summer, he made sure he was in Pink. Maybe his parents' money had something to do with that but whatever! He belonged in Pink, so he got Pink, and he's Pink again this year, and he is ready to kick ass in his new Gucci sneakers, okay? Okay.

►Extra◄
Napping. I don't know why I keep filling this part out, I obviously have read the rules.
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