BELLAMIE FOX

Emplacement; terrains > cabines bleues > terrains > hall principal
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Le renard détestait la liberté du camp. autant qu'il pouvait agir comme un bon petit garçon, mis sur ce spectacle pour les conseillers, il se sentait malade chaque fois qu'il voyait ce panneau fait à la main et les cabanes ringards et uniformes se répandaient tout autour. Même l'eau nausait. Il y en avait tellement, cependant; on ne pouvait qu'imaginer à quel point il serait facile de noyer quelqu'un dedans. Combien de temps il faudrait pour les trouver - si quelqu'un a même pris la peine de vérifier le lac. Combien de temps il faudrait pour trouver le coupable - si quelqu'un s'est même ennuyé de voir s'il y en avait un. Dieu sait que les adolescents s'en vont aujourd'hui au plus simple des provocations. Le renard l'avait considéré pendant l'hiver de cette année. Si vous avez entendu parler d'un pacte de suicide, la paire parfaite pour ce genre de chose serait lui et sa sœur. Ils ne pouvaient pas exister singulièrement sans l'autre frère, alors pourquoi ne pas mourir ensemble et en finir avec? le sentiment menaçant de redouter sur les deux têtes chaque fois qu'ils entraient dans la maison était aussi un facteur, mais quand même. l'anastasie était la chose la plus importante pour le renard.
Bien sûr, il savait qu'il allait être classé dans l'équipe bleue dès le début. il n'a jamais pensé qu'il était autant d'une 'petite merde gâtée' (ses paroles) que certains des autres, honnêtement, ni qu'il était 'faible-esprit' ou 'faible-corps'. il pourrait être sûr de ces choses au moins, parce que s'il y a un trait qui le décrit, c'est qu'il est assuré de lui-même. Dieu merci aussi, sinon l'opinion des adolescents en colère qui entouraient le renard le définirait. Ce serait l'enfer pour n'importe quel bellamia. les intelligents pensent tous qu'il est une sorte de serpent, supposément qu'ils peuvent 'voir à travers lui', peu importe ce que ça veut dire. Il n'y a rien à voir, il protestera silencieusement, mais bien sûr que ce n'est pas vrai. les plus naufragés sont lents à découvrir qu'il n'apprécie pas leur 'innocence et naïveté'. Ces deux traits chez un homme de plus de douze ans équivaut à la faiblesse, si vous demandez au renard. Bien sûr, vous pourriez être curieux, mais l'innocence et la naïveté décrivent un enfant dans son esprit. Les bellamias ne s'associent pas avec les enfants. Celui-ci en particulier ne s'associe à personne, honnêtement, à moins qu'ils n'aient quelque chose à offrir, mais le point est debout.
Et alors il était ici, à sa quatrième année de liberté au camp, Dieu sait pourquoi. son père a insisté sur sa sœur et il a été séparé pendant un certain temps. Le renard n'était pas sûr de savoir pourquoi la célèbre rockstar (plus comme C-lister lavé) kurt bellamia ne voulait pas juste le garder et envoyer des anastasia loin, parce qu'il aime plus le renard de toute façon, mais c'est quelque chose à propos de "fox a besoin d'apprendre à empathie avec ses pairs," ou "fox a besoin d'apprendre la maîtrise de soi et les méthodes d'adaptation pour son hostilité," ou "ce qui dans sept enfers est mal avec votre enfant; l'envoyer au camp d'été pour un remède." Tu sais, des trucs typiques. après des rencontres avec d'autres campeurs dans ses années précédentes, il n'était pas sûr exactement comment celui-ci allait aller. trois ans ont commencé prévisible - dans sa première année, il a pu choisir les plus faibles de la communauté et les cibler, et à la fin de l'année, il avait réussi à être ami la plupart des membres les plus glorieux. Bien sûr, ces gens ont fini par partir du camp, la plupart d'entre eux étant plus âgés que les renards. dans sa deuxième année, il avait moins de notoriété. un certain rejet et les gens "le défiler" ont tout fait sauter. En troisième année, l'an dernier, il a été plus défoncé que d'habitude, ce qui a complètement sapé son estime de soi, mais c'est le seul béguin. Il a juré que sa quatrième année serait meilleure.
Savoir où aller déjà, le renard a trébuché devant une foule croissante de nouveaux arrivants et d'anciens campeurs, se socialisant et se préparant à ce qui était en réserve aujourd'hui. les cabines bleues étaient bien gardées - ce n'est pas comme si elles se distinguaient du reste, mais elles avaient une certaine brillance pour elles, comme la royauté à l'intérieur a insisté pour que leur résidence temporaire reflète leur personnalité. les tentatives ont été étonnamment réussies. Il a couru ma main sur le bois, s'habituer à nouveau à cet endroit, et a attrapé un éclat dans son doigt. Alors qu'il entrait à l'intérieur, il inspectait curieusement le bois coincé dans sa chair, le tournait rapidement, et un cercle de sang poussait là où se trouvait l'écharde. Maintenant, il ne prétendrait pas être comme un chat d'habitude, et avec tout le truc de "poire pour marquer votre territoire". Et bien sûr, le sang n'est pas vraiment sanitaire. Mais c'est le renard bellamia, bon sang. intitulé, il a claqué la porte fermée et strié la substance vermillion le long du côté qui a fait face dedans, ce qui fait qu'il ressemble à une sorte d'identification. Quelle belle exposition, il a décidé, avant d'ouvrir à nouveau la porte pour accueillir les autres.
il avait une valise sur sa personne, rempli de vêtements et trop de fournitures d'hygiène pour compter. Ces gamins sont dégueulasses. quelque chose sur la puberté et les hormones, il a deviné, pas comme le renard l'avait jamais connu. la valise en question a été jetée à travers la pièce, point d'atterrissage sur le seul lit individuel dans la cabine. score - c'est ce que vous obtenez pour être en avance à la fête! Il a couru le sang, maintenant il a traîné son doigt, le long de la tête de lit cette fois, en prétendant que c'était le sien. Je ne sais pas s'ils peuvent l'utiliser à nouveau après cette année, peut-être que j'ai une sorte de maladie, mais peu importe. Il a déballé à vitesse rapide, puis a regardé dans la salle de bain pour s'assurer qu'il avait l'air bien. Mon Dieu, il avait l'air à moitié mort. Le renard a coupé ses mains sous le robinet et a laissé l'eau s'écouler dedans, éclaboussant rapidement certains sur son visage, puis a commencé à boire une partie du robinet dans l'espoir qu'une certaine couleur retournerait à son visage. et voici, une teinte de miel se leva à ses traits assez tôt, et il courut les doigts de gang à travers ses cheveux pour apprivoiser les boucles douces.
maintenant pour trouver un hotspot. Le renard a regardé un enfant sur le quai suspectement pendant un moment une fois qu'il avait émergé de la cabine, puis a décidé que ce n'était pas la peine de son temps. Pas assez d'audience. Il s'approcha du gâchis des nouveaux arrivants inondant l'entrée de la salle principale, mais ils n'étaient tout simplement pas sûrs d'eux-mêmes, trop confus pour se concentrer sur lui pour le moment. Le renard les repoussa assez grossièrement et se déplaça lentement dans le hall, en envoyant un bref coup d'œil dans chaque pièce qu'il passa. la réception était, encore une fois, remplie de recrues. la salle à manger ne servait pas encore à manger, autant qu'il pouvait le dire, mais certaines personnes regardaient autour de lui, se sentant pour l'endroit. la salle des médias avait quelqu'un, une brune assise près des consoles de jeu. Ce n'est pas intéressant pour lui. Et un équipier rouge aussi, alors baise ça. Il s'est déplacé et a finalement décidé de simplement rester dans la zone désignée pour les introductions, en choisissant le plus grand monoplace qu'il pouvait trouver et assis prêt que hr a pu avec un coussin si gigantesque.

OLIVER CASH

Localisation; forêt > principaux terrains
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C'est comme si ma famille était littéralement sortie pour m'énerver, m'énerver comme ils le peuvent, l'oliver s'est fait chier de façon résignée. sa mère a les meilleures intentions, il sait, et si le père avait une conscience laissée en lui, il aurait pu, aussi, mais l'envoi d'olivier en bus à son premier jour de camp semblait être une évidence de non-aller. pour les personnes qui ont été si contrariées chaque fois qu'il a souffert de panique publique ou d'attaques d'ocd, ils aiment certainement le mettre dans des situations qui les déclenchent. Et maintenant oli était coincé, situé entre un homme assez grand, rond avec une cerise pour un nez, et une vieille femme qui regardait tout droit devant comme si c'était son entraînement militaire. Il décida de copier la vieille femme au lieu de scruter les autres membres de l'autobus et de garder les yeux en avant, noyant toute crainte. Ça n'a pas vraiment marché. quand vous essayez de vous faire oublier à quel point vous êtes effrayé, il met plus de pression sur vous, et vous devenez encore plus anxieux. Il le savait déjà, quel idiot! Il a encore chié. abandonnant la charade, il continua à tourner dans sa chaise pour voir les gens derrière et devant lui, à la grande consternation des gens à côté de lui.
Il n'avait entendu que de bonnes choses sur le camp lui-même. Les gens pourraient essayer de me piéger, bien sûr. Bien sûr. Mais Oliver devait commencer à croire ses pairs et être moins cynique. Quel meilleur endroit pour commencer qu'un bon camp? En dehors de ses compétences sociales, la liberté de camp était une sorte d'évasion. Certains enfants trouveraient un camp d'été une perte de temps, une perte d'été; quant à oli, il perdait à la maison, et l'air frais était... inutile à dire, rafraîchissant. il ne voulait plus prendre soin de ses soeurs, ou de son père, ou attendre que la mère rentre chez elle avec un mois de nourriture après ses fréquentes absences. Elle avait finalement obtenu un congé payé, après tout, donc elle pourrait aussi bien l'utiliser. Cependant, oli se sentait un peu coupable à ce sujet et s'est presque arrêté d'embarquer dans l'autobus plus tôt. Sans doute ne pouvait-il pas laisser cette femme voyou toute seule avec des tout-petits et son mari délirant... une partie de lui était vengée, cependant, et voulait lui faire sentir ce qu'il ressentait. C'est ce que tu as pour m'avoir quitté, quelque chose ou l'autre. C'est très'malheur à moi' et il pensait qu'il ne devrait pas avoir autant pitié de lui-même. arrêter le train de la pensée.
Le bus ne l'a pas emmené directement à l'entrée, alors l'olivier a suivi un sentier à travers un groupe de pins jusqu'à ce qu'il ait vu un grand lac, et après cela, une cascade envoûtante. il le fixa pendant un moment, embrayant son sac à dos sur son corps, et sentit le doute s'ébranler une fois de plus. Cet endroit semblait trop grand pour lui. trop bien. oli recula, entendit le léger bruit de rire de la cabine la plus proche, et tourna la tête curieusement. Certains enfants étaient déjà là, apparemment, et personne n'était violent, ou bruyant (bien, avec une mauvaise intention), ou destructeur... c'était bon, très bon. Il ferma les yeux et aspira dans une longue respiration tremblante, se déplaçant sur des jambes fragiles vers l'entrée du camp. Il devait y avoir des milliers de cabines par ici. qui a amélioré la possibilité de l'intimité - il a à contrecœur redescendu à la pensée, avant de se convaincre, tout ira bien, tout ira bien. il semblait s'être placé dans le genre de « scène centrale », parce qu'il était, pour autant qu'il puisse le voir, entouré d'eau douce et de groupes de cabanes et de feuillages vibrants.
Je ne sais pas où aller exactement, Oliver a suivi l'exemple de deux garçons beaucoup plus grands, qui - après une bonne quantité d'inspection, ou autant qu'il pouvait faire de loin - il a décidé qu'il étaient jumeaux. ils avaient une manière étrange de communiquer: relativement compétitif les uns avec les autres, stéréotypiquement sardonique, mais sans véritable malice dans leurs voix. Ils le conduisirent par inadvertance dans une salle, et il regarda dans une salle étiquetée « accueil » tandis que les deux erraient, récupérant rapidement des informations sur l'endroit où il avait été trié et une brochure sur le camp lui-même avant de retourner dans la salle. Oliver se précipita pour rattraper, et se trouva à un rassemblement de canapés et de sièges et plus encore; se sentant complètement piégé par la quantité de personnes dans la pièce, il regarda par-dessus son épaule anxieusement à la porte pour planifier une grande évasion. Peut-être qu'il pourrait partir maintenant et se cacher dans une cabane pour le reste de l'été, non? Ce n'est pas comme si tous pouvaient être occupés, sûrement. Mais il était déjà là, et il s'est rapproché des sangles de son knapsack, faisant de son mieux pour prétendre qu'il n'avait pas suivi les jumeaux parce qu'il est aussi impuissant.
oliver se situa doucement dans une chaise en plastique, sans se soucier de prendre ceux avec des coussins, parce qu'il était assez certain que ceux-ci étaient réservés aux vieillards. Il tira ses affaires d'où elles pesaient sur son dos et les reposa sur ses genoux, tirant ses pieds pour se croiser les uns sur les autres dans la chaise. Dieu merci, il n'était pas déjà si grand - l'olivier s'insère assez bien dans l'escroc du siège, blottis comme un petit enfant qui assiste à leur première pièce. Honnêtement, c'est ce qu'il ressentait aussi : perdu, seul, pas sûr de ce qu'il faisait ou où il était. Il y avait beaucoup de gens à qui parler ici, il semblait, mais oli n'avait pas le courage d'approcher qui que ce soit. essayant de se distraire de son esprit errant, il s'est concentré sur la peau criblée au-dessus de ses articulations, appuyant sur un ongle entre les rides individuelles et enlevant la chair qu'il pouvait.
”i wish i were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.” – emily brontë
sick, sick, sick | abducted
►Full Name◄
fauna elise fontaine
►Nickname◄
fauna hates her name, all parts of it. you can't make a nickname that sounds very professional out of the word-name 'fauna.' she'll insist on people calling her by her surname, fontaine.
►Birth Date◄
february 27
►Age◄
sixteen
►Gender◄
female
►Sexuality◄
pansexual
►Relationship Status◄
yikes
►Sexually Active◄
double yikes
►Team Color◄
green
►Years At Camp◄
three years - this is her fourth
►In Depth Appearance◄
fauna's face matches very well to her name. all of her features are naturally doelike and gentle, eerily so - her eyes are brighter than the sun, glaringly blue and wide to the point where you can see the rims of each iri. her eyebrows are even more prominent, always half-raised and half-furrowed, thick and heavy. the bridge of her nose is very slight and small, littered with freckles, then the tip is slightly upturned and squared like a deer's. her lips seem to have permanent strawberry stain on them, the cupid's bow sweetly rounded and the corners of her mouth dimpled into her cheeks. she has a heart shaped face to accentuate all of these feats, with a pointed chin that juts out a bit.
her body is diminutive and unimpressive, however. she is tall for a biological female, standing at five foot nine, and very thin from a history of poor eating habits, weighing in at one hundred and six pounds. her legs are the longest part of her body, rather disproportionate even - she flaunts that fact with skirts and shorts whenever she's able to. all of her limbs are delicate leave for the notches: her knees and elbows are knobby, all angular and far too pointy for her to comfortably be in close quarters with people. she's not very well-developed, either, with no bust to speak of and little hips.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- fauna constantly chews her lips, which is probably the reason they're always a cherry colour. you might find her covering half her face to hide the little bleeding nicks that crop up every now and then.
- fauna has a jaunty way of walking, taking giddy steps that excite her figure more than it usually is.
- she somewhat dances wherever she goes, moving her hands through the air in fluid motions, twirling her fingers and splaying them like she's just given a groundbreaking speech, et cetera.
- this isn't so much of a habit as it is a bodily malfunction, but fauna is always cold. she pushes herself as close to others as possible to treat this disorder, and is something of a "body heat thief."
- she laughs at everything. it's usually just to make people be more comfortable, considering fauna's laughter is a soothing sound to hear, but an unnecessary quirk in most situations.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
LIKES
- changing her hair on impulse
- doing people's makeup/grooming
- cooking/domestic duties
- social events
- meeting new people
- taking the lead (no matter the situation)
- making pet names for people
DISLIKES
- being pranked (though she has no problem messing with others)
- most team activities
- waking up early
- listening to other people's music
- sports
- technology
- long conversations
►Fears & Phobias◄
fauna is fairly claustrophobic, but only to an extent. additionally, she has a minor fear of public speaking - she's terrified of stumbling over her own words or being misunderstood in any way.
►Good Personality Traits◄
clever . brave . honest . humorous
►Bad Personality Traits◄
self-indulgent . self-destructive . irresponsible . chaotic
►Personality◄
at first glance fauna seems a person whom time has passed by. she is someone who has reached an age at which the world no longer resembles the one in which she learned to survive. the problem is that, for her, the world was never as she wanted it to be, and she never quite fit into it. she is continually confronting the gap, refusing to admit that her perceptions might be wrong. she can of course be very pleasant, so long as she perceives that others treat her with courtesy, and respect the things about which she cares. but when someone fails to follow her protocols in an interaction it immediately throws her into a fit of rage and you have violated them. it is not that she wants her way because it is her way, but because she believes that way is right, fair, and respectful.
her bravery is probably harmful to her, however. she tends to be incredibly honest. fauna's straightforwardness is refreshing when couched in careful terms, but she is not renowned for her diplomacy... she can be downright blunt, much to the chagrin of anyone on the receiving end. she is very independent in her disposition, unable to speak about her emotions freely. because she strives to 'move right along,' she isn't likely to carry baggage of the past. the apparent unemotional aspect about her is that she doesn't make her feelings overt easily; her composure often hides her true thoughts, despite being an utterly loyal and sincere girl. fauna's independence is built by her explorative side and philosophy... her decisions are often made based on the amount of freedom given by the choice she's made, and as a result, sometimes a good opportunity is turned down because of it's need for commitment.
her greatest shortcoming is that she is naïve. she is a girl whose personal life is in such chaos that she relies on “rules” in order to provide concrete support. otherwise she could not function and would drown in the disorder and uncertainty of everyday life. if one slip is allowed to slide, all of civilization is bound to follow. psychologically, fauna is like an abandoned child searching for her parents. her core emotional needs continue to go unmet because she did not have those needs met in childhood and she never learned how to appropriately meet those needs for herself. she pursues core emotional needs in unskillful ways while healthier, more adaptive people move through life engaged in more 'advanced' psychological endeavors like building long-term marriages and conducting philanthropy.
she doesn't give herself much structure. self-care is a notion that seems overwhelming much of the time, and social support seems like a distant memory. she chugs diet coke for breakfast, begrudgingly exercises, and all too often treats her friends like afterthoughst. and when she encounters strangers, like some shop clerk, the default mode is to be detached and rude. this stems from a "you're guilty until proven innocent" rule of thumb that she has for most people (a logical survival strategy stemming from her history).
she doesn't just live like an adolescent whose parents are away for the weekend. she feels alone and aimless on the inside in a profound, existential sort of way. she sleeps with men for whom she feels little or nothing. it's why she wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at the hairy body lying next to her with observable disgust. fauna is living an uninspired, fairly dysfunctional life. it's more than that—there's something uncomfortable about watching her, observing the intricacies of her life unfold. everything about her is cold and aggressive. looking into her eyes, as pretty as they may be, feels the same as staring into a fixed scowl of anger. "being" with her is starting to feel tiresome.
something about her discontent, and her vivid way of expressing it, makes fauna resonate powerfully with others who come from backgrounds completely different from hers. she effortlessly attracts people to herself. it is tempting to inhabit her point of view and revel in her cantankerousness rather than try to deduce what is wrong with her. most noticeable of her peculiarities is how extremely judgmental she is of almost everything and everybody. she criticizes and philosophizes about people who are boring, people who are insecure, and, above all, people who are artificial. fauna carries this penchant for passing judgment to such an extreme that it often becomes extremely funny.
she could easily be chalked up to a “dumb blonde” (brunette?) type of girl. she is clearly not book-smart, but she could never rightfully be titled “dumb.” she tries her hardest to seem intelligent, and always tries to spit out witty comments, but fauna is far behind the crowd in this sense. whenever she pipes up with something she thinks is clever, it's always knocked right back down with hard stares from others. and if she tries to participate in intellectual debates and conversation, well, fauna can't talk about much else than her (not well remembered) crappy public school education.
►Place Of Origin◄
victoria, canada
►Background◄
fauna was born right in paris to an obviously francophilic mother. her mother, blanche, dressed her in lovely garments, making her a living doll of sorts, and life was generally happy between the single working-class mother and 'petite doll' girl. they stayed near the cheaper, more dangerous areas of the capital, but of course none of that mattered when they could be happy in each others' presence.
then when fauna was five she began to suffer from epilepsy. not entirely physical, no, only in her temporal lobe—it was recurrent, not immediately diagnosed, because little fauna's complaints of voices and auras was believed to be a child's imagination. then she began to have fits of anger, where seemingly out of nowhere she attacked blanche, threw boiling pots at the woman, tore apart couches and the wood of their floors.
blanche could tolerate this hysteria until fauna was six and in first grade. she grabbed another student who laughed at her 'silly' manner of dressing, bashed his head against the tile to the point of bonecracking, and proceeded to dislocate her teacher's arms when an attempt was made to control her. her destruction only ended when she was knocked upside the head by a chair. when sent to be treated for a concussion, only then were fauna's epileptic episodes discovered.
she wasn't cured, so to speak, but still she was an embarrassment to her mother. in that case they moved to french-speaking canada. her destructive history was left behind in france, and fauna was allowed to 'reset' in victoria. when she was eleven, she visited family in california and her grandparents informed her of a camp that would supposedly restore her to health over the summer. she was twelve by the time she first came to liberty, and luckily enough, fauna was much less chaotic once the summer was over. because of this, she was sent back every year following under her mother's demand.
►Miscellaneous◄
fauna suffers from temporal lobe epilepsy, but her seizures are uncommon. she typically needs a bad trigger to actually set them off.
►Extra◄
mmmmmmmmm still drawing i guess!! 

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.


”it is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.” – niccolo machiavelli
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►Full Name◄
fox kurt bellamia
►Nickname◄
just fox is all right - many like to go by their middle names, but he'd rather not be called the same way as his father.
►Birth Date◄
october 20
►Age◄
18
►Gender◄
cisgender male
►Sexuality◄
asexual & aromantic, but fox frequently manipulates people through flirting and faking his sexuality.
►Relationship Status◄
undetermined
►Sexually Active◄
only if necessary for his advancement (so, usually, no)
►Team Color◄
blue
►Years At Camp◄
third year
►In Depth Appearance◄
fox has very chiseled features, with high and sharp cheekbones that make him look more of a statue than like a teenager. his jawline is more defined, jutting out slightly towards his ears, all points and angular. he seems to be made up of angles, actually, with his bony figure 6-foot and one hundred fifty pound figure - not the healthiest weight to be. he carries minimal fat simply from poor eating habits and is mostly lean, long muscle, with more dancer's legs than a brawler's, and spindly arms made more for flexibility than bulk. his torso is in a vague v-shape, and the rest of his body is straight down, with no shapely silhouette to him at all.
he is not exactly distinctive outside of having a very jack skellington-esque body. fox has sapphire, feminine eyes that give no way into his soul. his brow is the only giveaway of his personality, always furrowed and focused like he's studying whoever he is with. his complexion is porcelain pale and usually blemish-free, simply because he doesn't eat anything that would affect his skin poorly and anything that interrupts the perfection streak gets scratched and picked off almost immediately (suppose it's anxious hands, or something along those lines). similarly, he has crescent-shaped scars in his forearms at almost all times, or just vertical lines if he is feeling more rampant.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- when things are not going fox's way, he will dig his nails into his skin and draw his aggression into himself rather than attack the other person (sometimes that impulse is too driven to ignore, however).
- to express his impatience in any situation, fox will tap his feet and look around as if he is losing interest. usually it's just a signal to whoever he's with that they have to hurry the pace.
- fox tilts his chin up to subtly show dominance, as it gives him a little more height and a general 'too good to be here' vibe.
- his shoulders are always squared, and his back is always straight - fox never seems to lose his immaculate composure.
- fox's hands are never visible whenever he is interacting, for no particular reason. it just seems like he's hiding something, but being dodgy is nothing new for fox bellamia.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
- likes: travelling, social events, a chance at leadership, puzzles/any sort of 'brain exercise,' literature
dislikes: being spoken down to, media, mealtimes, camaraderie, staying in one place for too long
►Fears & Phobias◄
as much as he seems like a self-confident asshole, fox is actually terrified of failure and losing his stunning reputation. he avoids getting himself in trouble as best as he can, and while he doesn't always apply himself in the best way, he ensures that nothing is done 'wrong.' if his attempts fall flat, fox does not take it well.
►Good Personality Traits◄
quick-witted . extremely intelligent . rational . adaptable . resourceful . charismatic
►Bad Personality Traits◄
harsh . manipulative . boastful . self-obsessed . arrogant . hot-headed . hostile
►Personality◄
fox's overall “style” of interacting involves considerable, persistent, maladaptive aggression, which, when confronted, is met by either more insistent anger or very depressed withdrawal.
fox embodies arrogance at its finest, and possesses characteristics common to narcissistic personalities. he is principally defined by the fact that he is narcissistic to the most pathological extreme. what distinguishes him from this vanity alone is his penchant for aggression. he actively seeks the superior or dominant position in any relationship or encounter. he abhors submission to any entity that could be viewed or conceptualized as a “higher power” or authority, even though he'll easily sink to that level when his guard is down. fox is fundamentally at war with anything that stands in the way of his unrestrained pursuit of his desires. some will accede to or give assent to demands placed on them when it is expedient to do so, but he never truly subordinates his will.
bellamia is ruthlessly self-advancing, generally at the expense of others. he actively and deliberately seeks to exploit and victimize others when to do so will further his own ends. fox tramples the rights and needs of others to satisfy his own desires. probably from this is where he has developed a pathological disdain for the truth - truth is the great equalizer, and fox always wants to maintain a position of advantage. so, he deliberately plays very loose with the truth when he's not flat out lying to con or dupe you. even worse, he lacks internal “brakes.” he does not arrest himself when he's on his missions and exercises little control over his impulses.
in more controlled times of mania, fox does his best to appear benign on the surface and to veil all his aggressive agendas. his use of tactics to conceal his intentions while simultaneously getting the better of others makes him most dangerous during this time, almost a wolf in sheep's clothing. however, it is important to note that fox is made up of phases, and this phase is not commonly visited. in a similarly rough phase, he seems senseless, remorseless, and completely empathy-devoid. he possesses a superficial charm and glibness and is extremely parasitic. being devoid of any empathy-based sense of bonding to others, having virtually no conscience, and having such a pathological sense of superiority, fox feels entitled to prey on those he sees as weaker and remorselessly engages in predatory aggression.
fox hurts people by definition. as strange as it may seem, though, inflicting pain on others is not his principal aim. he simply wants whatever it is he desires and is willing to run roughshod over anyone else to get it. getting his way is his main desire, and in the process, others often get hurt.
as a child he had some quality that made people look at him, then look away, then look back at him, troubled at something foreign. something looked out of his eyes, and was never there when one looked again. fox moved quietly and talked little, but he could enter no room without causing everyone to turn toward him. he made people uneasy, but not so that they wanted to go away from him. men and women alike wanted to inspect him, to be close to him, to try and find what caused the disturbance he distributed so subtly. and since this had always been so, fox did not find it strange.
fox has always been a liar, but he does not lie the way most young people do. his are no daydream lying, when the thing imagined is told and, to make it seem more real, told as real. the difference between a lie and a story is that a story utilizes the trappings and appearance of truth for the interest of the listener as well as of the teller; a story has in it neither gain nor loss, but a lie is a device for profit or escape. his lies are never innocent. their purpose is to escape punishment, or work, or responsibility, and they are used for profit. most liars are tripped up either because they forget what they have told or because the lie is suddenly faced with an incontrovertible truth. fox does not forget his untruths, and he has developed the most effective method of lying: he stays close enough to the truth so that one could never be sure. he knows two other methods also — either to intertwine his lies with truth or to tell a truth as though it were a lie.
nearly everyone in the world has appetites and impulses, trigger emotions, islands of selfishness, lusts just beneath the surface. most people either hold such things in check or indulge them secretly. fox knows not only these impulses in others but how to use them for his own gain. he does not believe in any other tendencies in humans, for while he is preternaturally alert in some directions he is completely blind in others. parasitic, manipulative fox is the embodiment of evil by popular opinion. his evil seems to be innate and all-consuming, as he displays murderous and perverse tendencies from an early age. he has an overwhelmingly pessimistic view of humankind: fox believes that there is only evil in the world and therefore surrenders himself to it fully. all the while, he fails to understand the good in others and instead uses their trusting natures to achieve his own predatory ends.
►Place Of Origin◄
straight outta manhattan
►Background◄
fox was born to an A-lister who had children simply for the accessory of children, kurt bellamia. kurt was a rockstar, self-involved in all ways and only married to an opera singer for hr wealth, beauty, and the possible popularity it would bring him. unfortunately, after giving birth to fox's sister about nine months after him, she was taken by maternal death. kurt grew loathsome of fox's sister, anastasia, and eventually fox was the only person in the world that ana knew that was kind to her... relatively. he was always a bad influence, convincing her to go stealing from shops with him, telling her to skip school with him so he wouldn't have to be alone. neither of them quite realised the impact of their actions. and with kurt on tour constantly, their nurse didn't do much to stop them.
with all the time he spent with his younger sister instead of with other kids in his year, fox grew distanced from other children, and developed a certain social inadequacy. he was diagnosed with conduct disorder at age nine, and subsequently, at age ten, oppositional defiance disorder. these take form in frequent bursts of aggression, which he has only slightly learned to control. fox tailored other people to fit his unpredictable personality by manipulating them into something more docile, or at least admiring of him so that they do not grow tired of him once he inevitably throws a temper tantrum. throughout elementary, he was the angry kid that constantly got into trouble.
throughout middle school, fox grew into a more socially learned individual, developing a deeper understanding of psychology and utilising it for his own advancement. he figured out that kids were very prone to his flirtatious advances and would do anything he wanted once they liked him, so obviously he became known for being rather promiscuous - but it did get him to the top of his class. when he arrived in high school, he maintained his reputation with ease, having no problem manipulating even his teachers into liking him. he reserved his neurodivergent fits for when he was at home, and managed to hide all of it from public view. when he was a sophomore and fifteen years old, however, fox received a B- on a midterm. this set him off to the point of destruction of government property. the school, not appreciative of it, suspended him for a month, and kurt realised this was the time to do something.
fox was sent to the camp originally to deal with his issues socialising. his first year, he was rather awkward, unsure of himself and only a fraction as possessive as he was outside of camp, but fox eventually grew to be more regal and fit the 'blue' stereotype as the years progressd.
►Extra◄
drawing & making dumb lil edits
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”he has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.” – oscar wilde
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►Full Name◄
oliver jamison cash
►Nickname◄
'ollie' or 'oli' seem to set him off when said to his face; apparently they sound too childish. we'll call him that anyway.
►Birth Date◄
may 26 (gemini)
►Age◄
15
►Gender◄
cisgender male
►Sexuality◄
closeted homosexual & homoromantic
►Relationship Status◄
single, and not quite searching
►Sexually Active◄
not at all
►Team Color◄
grey
►Years At Camp◄
this is oli's first year
►In Depth Appearance◄
oliver has a very androgynous face, with slightly chubby cheeks and a pixielike, upturned nose. he's been slow to develop, and as such doesn't quite have the strong jawline or square face that most other young man do. his eyes only help to babify his facial features, peering out glaringly cerulean and are almost unsettling in all their brightness. he seems to be wearing a permanent frown, not exactly a grimace but still too grieving to be a neutral expression. while some people have a 'resting bitch face,' oliver suffers from 'resting frowny face.' not very original, if you ask me.
his body is equally genderless. he doesn't have very strong shoulders, but they are straight-set and not as curved as a biological girl's. he is fairly skinny, weighing in at about one hundred and thirteen pounds, paired with a diminutive height of five foot seven. he has no muscle mass in his arms or legs, and the only thing that keeps his body from complete shapelessness might be the natural pocket of fat over his stomach. he's particularly annoyed by that - he'd prefer to be on either end of the body shape spectrum than have some weird bit of pudge from out of nowhere.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- probably off-putting to others, oliver picks at his skin, mostly around his nails and knuckles. it makes the most annoying noise and likely doesn't look all that pretty, either.
- ollie pulls his hair from his head - a classic, albeit minor, case of trichotillomania. he'll twist the locks mostly from behind his ear around his finger and use that as leverage to rip them out.
- whenever he's sitting or in some leaning position where it's possible, oli will shake his leg and tap his feet on the ground. he's heard from somewhere that it "burns, like, twice as many calories as sitting still does."
- this could be considered a bad habit, as oliver isn't necessarily always doing it: slouching. he can't square his shoulders or straighten his spine to save his life. if someone reminds him, though, he'll likely shoot right back up and correct the issue.
- people from his team tend to be calmer, one might find, but oli seems to run everywhere he goes instead of patiently walking.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
- likes: cold weather, (hot) tea - preferably irish breakfast, oversized sweaters, science, the x-files, ufos
dislikes: most dependent animals, large crowds, loud noises, small spaces, sitting still for too long, swimming, physical exercise
►Fears & Phobias◄
oliver is agoraphobic (he can't stay in the middle of large crowds for too long), and while he doesn't suffer from clinical social anxiety, he does get a tad nervous in social situations.
►Good Personality Traits◄
bright. intuitive. witty. respectful. analytical. observant.
►Bad Personality Traits◄
deluded. unintelligent. paranoid. reserved. socially inept. incompetent.
►Personality◄
most of the time, oli's personality is both passionate and composed. he has an innocent curiosity that when combined with his creativity yields a character that is fascinated with everything, and fascinating in itself. he has a vast (or, rather, random) array of knowledge, which helps him to piece together ideas that would not often be associated with each other. in terms of emotional sensitivity, oliver is unsurpassed, with a specific talent for empathizing with other people's pain. despite his addictive personality, he remains very independent.
though oli is capable of being charming when he wants to be, for him it's just a tool. he is not an especially warm and intimate person, and his native stand-offishness is likely to have been a big contributing factor in his lack of closeness with others. even the few times he's opened up to close friends, personal revelations have often been shrouded in levity.
he radiates an aura of mystery, and his insightful observations and original ideas enable him to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality. at times it will seem that he is bent on deconstructing and rebuilding every idea and system he comes into contact with, employing a sense of perfectionism and even morality to this work. anyone who doesn’t have the talent to keep up with his processes, or worse yet, doesn’t see the point of them, is likely to immediately and permanently lose his respect.
white lies and small talk are hard enough as it is for oliver, who craves truth and depth, but he may go so far as to see many social conventions as downright stupid. ironically, it is often best for him to remain where he is comfortable – out of the spotlight – where the natural confidence prevalent in him as he works with familiar environs can serve as its own beacon, attracting people, romantically or otherwise, of similar temperament and interests. mostly, social interaction is hard for him because his mind tends to switch from one topic to another in seconds, focusing on delusions and his false perceptions. it's all very exhausting for ollie.
oliver kind of tends to act without conscience, and his distaste for acting on emotion can emphasize that fact. he seems almost emotionless, deemed by others as cold-blooded and insensitive living by the mantra that emotions are for the weak. in fact, this isn't the case, and isn't ever going to be. while he will never be comfortable with a truly public display of emotions, tommy tries very hard to use them, to channel them alongside his creative approaches to issues to help him achieve his goals.
it is not easy to become good friends with oli. rather than traditional rules of social conduct or shared routine, oliver has exacting expectations for intellectual prowess, uncompromising honesty and a mutual desire to grow and learn as sovereign individuals. he is gifted, bright and development-oriented, and expect and encourage his friends to share this attitude. anyone falling short of this will be labeled a bore – anyone meeting these expectations will appreciate him of their own accord, forming a powerful and stimulating friendship that will stand the test of time. he does however, develop the odd delusion about people he meets... that proves to be a deal breaker for most, who don't like being unable to contact their newfound friend or be ghosted for weeks when oli grows suspicious or paranoid of them.
►Place Of Origin◄
emeryville, california
►Background◄
oliver's household started out loose from the beginning. his mother was a relatively wealthy woman, inheriting money from her father, a designer; his father was a relatively broken man, spending his own resources on nothing but alcohol day after day. thankfully, oliver senior didn't exactly fit into the violent cliché that's placed upon most alcoholic fathers. in fact, the man spent his days half-comatose on the couch, barely paying attention to the rambunctious kids he'd gotten stuck with. after having oliver, they got to work with a sibling that turned into two little twin girls. thus, oliver's job went from taking care of himself and his father to taking care of four humans all while attending school and otherwise. he went so far as to make personal rules for himself, obsessing over routines to keep the house afloat.
as a toddler, his intelligence was blossoming. he loved to draw and paint, but not on walls or with crayons on printer paper like other children. he drew on books, colour-coding his words like a natural synesthete and helping the illustrators fill in their sketches (obviously, mother didn't take all that well to her novels being desecrated like that). he picked up dictionaries early on and started learning the words and dictating them to his sisters. mother was rather unimpressed when his first word was not 'mom' or 'dad' or any variations of those terms, but 'obsess.' he claimed to relate to it quite well.
when he reached later childhood, the aforementioned responsibilities were placed on him. his mother, just reaching promotion to the CEO of a major fashion designer's company, left the house for months at a time to network. he realised his family didn't pay very much attention to him and took it hard. oliver turned to impressing his teachers, if only for a few moments, and bringing his fellow students to jealousy. when he got home, however, dad was always asleep on the couch, and the twins had gone at least six hours without food - it was always that way, after all. he ensured they all ended up fine by the end of the night, typically, but oliver himself remained malnutrited for the majority of his life because of the physical and mental stress.
camp liberty came to him by word of mouth. supposedly, it was a promising escape for kids his age. obviously oliver begged his mother to hire someone for at least the summer to take care of the family while he was gone, and with enough mindless pleading, she reluctantly agreed.
►Extra◄
favourite activity... yikes, drawing?
C O P Y R I G H T
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