FAUNA FONTAINE

Emplacement; cabine verte > hall principal
Interagir avec; shawn, nicoletta, atlantis (mention d'adielle, nathan, caleb, erik & finn, tate & luisa)
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La question était, qui a fait ça à la cabane verte? c'était relativement évident - c'est ce qu'a fait chaque année sans échec, après tout, et toute son équipe le savait. La faune n'était pas sûre de pourquoi. c'était probablement pour le mieux que le tis était celui à décorer, bien que, considérant la faune personnellement l'aurait goth vers le haut à l'arrivée (si son arrivée avait été un peu plus tôt). alors qu'elle traversait la porte, ses doigts glissent sur le tapis roulé, souhaitant qu'il soit encore sur le sol plutôt que cette sale serviette tropicale. Elle s'est déplacée sur le côté de la pièce qui n'était pas encombrée par un parapluie solaire massif et a balayé les coquilles suspendues qui ont servi de semi-porte pour le couchet inférieur. Jésus! il sentait même comme l'océan ici ; la faune se brouillait le nez et cherchait la source de l'odeur, seulement pour trouver que les vêtements de tis étaient dispersés tout autour de la cabane. Si elle n'était pas si contrariée par ce fait, la faune aurait souri à cause de sa prévisibilité. Où était Atlantis, de toute façon? Après une inspection plus poussée de la pièce, il semble qu'elle ait déjà eu un peu de repos dans l'un des lits. Typique à nouveau.
Les affaires de quelqu'un avaient l'air beaucoup trop haut de gamme pour s'intégrer à l'équipe verte. La faune a pris sur elle-même de choisir à travers les choses de l'individu, évidemment une femme, et d'un statut social très spécifique. Eh bien! un nouveau venu, a-t-elle supposé, et a tout jeté là où elle l'a trouvé. l'autre couchette de fond disponible était déjà prise, et - après s'être familiarisée avec son équipe après une longue période de trois ans - la faune a pu identifier les choses comme étant adielle. Contrairement à son impulsivité avec les affaires du nouveau venu, elle a balayé la tentation de regarder à travers les choses d'Adi. Au lieu de cela, elle a pris la dernière couchette de fond disponible, en démolissant les coquilles et les dollars de sable et en les tapant avec mépris. Ça leur montrerait. Elle a rapidement déchiré ses vêtements et les a pliés dans une poitrine au pied du lit, puis empilé des effets personnels sur eux - maquillage et autres fournitures d'hygiène, littérature classique de peur qu'elle ne s'ennuie inévitablement, ses médicaments... ce n'est pas comme si la faune était le type à enregistrer ses médicaments à l'enregistrement. Ils l'enlevaient et l'attaquaient à la routine d'admission avec d'autres enfants malades. C'est ennuyeux.
Elle a arraché un pinceau du haut de sa pile ramassée et s'est déplacée dans la salle de bain, s'examinant avec un peu de dégoût. Son visage avait l'air assez beau - elle n'avait pas encore mis de produits de beauté réels, donc il n'y avait heureusement aucune de cette fondation briller ou glaçure de l'eyeliner de longue date - mais ses cheveux ressemblaient à tout l'enfer. la faune a balayé la brosse à travers elle, forçant les verrous envahis dans un assemblage plus uniforme, puis l'a retourné dans la poitrine. C'est à propos de toute son énergie pour l'instant. la faune se déplaçait de la cabane et, avec un oeil d'aigle, regardait vers la suivante, et c'est là qu'elle supposait que les garçons verts se réfugiaient. Peut-être aussi avoir un coup d'œil. Elle a envahi l'espace et n'a trouvé que leur cadeau de bagages. comme c'est grossier, même pas rester pour dire bonjour à l'épileptique préféré de tout le monde. La faune a filé à travers les sacs laissés sur les lits curieusement, a regardé dans la salle de bains intrusivement, et ensuite rien n'a décidé ici ne l'intéressait. nathan, shabon, caleb, et les jumeaux n'allaient évidemment pas laisser des oeufs d'est pour qu'elle trouve cette année.
Alors, elle a supposé que tout le monde devait être dans la salle principale. ignorant les groupes qui ont foulé le terrain et les individus qui ont traqué par leur solitaire pour trouver leurs cabines, elle s'est déplacée vers la célèbre salle principale, les yeux sur le prix. Son entrée n'était pas aussi grande que d'autres, mais encore elle a balancé ses mains dans les airs comme si elle était de la plus haute importance (bien que ce soit tout simplement habituel à ce stade). la faune passa l'équipe grise avant d'atteindre celle à l'esprit, et ses yeux regardèrent brièvement sur leur tête, à la recherche d'un individu particulier qu'elle avait accueilli au camp deux ans plus tôt... rien. Cependant, elle a ignoré la frénésie de déception qui s'est manifestée à l'époque. Ce n'est pas comme si elle avait jamais eu une conversation très intime et personnelle avec tate encore, de toute façon, à cause de sa sœur de démon de l'enfer Luisa. Bien sûr, Luisa n'était pas trop mauvaise, et en fait la faune admirait ses cheveux et s'estompait plus que tout, mais quand même. l'équivalent féminin de leur duo était ce qui l'a effrayée de parler au frère. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle a prétendu que le regard persistant qu'elle a donné au groupe gris n'était qu'un salut non verbal et qu'elle les a hurlés par défaut.
La première personne sur laquelle elle a posé les yeux était... euh. l'un des Beauchamps, au moins. Honnêtement, à ce stade, elle n'était pas tout à fait sûre si c'était nathan comme si la formation lui dirait ou si nicholas aimait faire semblant d'être l'équipier vert des deux. Nathan semblait être collé à son téléphone, et la faune avait presque l'impression qu'elle devait tourner autour et fouetter son téléphone comme si c'était de routine, mais il était plus probable qu'il ne faisait que envoyer des SMS à cet équipier bleu. La faune ne se tient pas très au courant, mais plus que tout, elle traque quelque peu le reste de son équipe, trouvant qui ils étaient proches et qui ils détestaient. C'est le plus que l'on puisse faire quand on n'est pas naturellement intuitif comme le reste de ses coéquipiers si rusés. En tout cas, elle n'a pas appelé Nathan comme elle le ferait avec une amie plus proche, les deux ne voulant pas le déranger et ne voulant pas s'embarrasser à une telle distance. même encore, la faune s'approcha d'un pas hésitant, flattant, regardant le reste de ceux rassemblés.
Alors que cet individu n'était pas exactement au bon endroit juste à côté de Nathan, la faune était assez intelligente pour associer ses vêtements aux choses dans son sac. le nouvel équipier vert! Elle ne semblait pas très enthousiaste au sujet du nouveau camp dans lequel elle était coincée, mais ce n'était rien d'étonnant. La faune pouvait se souvenir de son premier jour ici - un peu âgé de douze ans, perché dans le coin de la salle principale sur la chaise la plus douce qu'elle ait pu trouver, qui a eu une crise une fois que quelqu'un a commencé à jouer leur hip hop à haut cul. Ce n'était pas exactement le plus amusant du monde, et c'est ce qui a poussé les gens à ne pas apporter leurs boombox, à sa connaissance. retour à la réalité, la nouvelle fille ne semblait pas s'intégrer très bien avec le stéréotype vert. Elle avait l'air d'envier les autres campeurs qui s'apparentaient à leurs groupes de loin, et vraiment, comme si elle préférait être ailleurs qu'ici ; la faune ne pouvait pas secouer l'étincelle de sympathie qui surgissait, étrangement assez. Il était rare qu'elle ressente quelque chose d'apparent à la générosité, mais le nouveau gosse avait l'air si impuissant...
à la rescousse, apparemment. La faune pouvait à peine l'entendre se présenter et l'accueillir simultanément, et remercier les dieux qu'il y avait d'abord - personnellement, elle aurait gâché les premières impressions comme l'histoire ne l'avait jamais vu auparavant. C'était plutôt typique du shawn, cependant. c'était un bon gars d'habitude, faisant ce qu'il pouvait pour garder les autres en bonne santé (et pour les garder sur leurs orteils, pensait-elle), mais il était juste un peu un démon. imprévisible, même, donc la faune s'est trouvée en train de graviter loin du shawn plutôt que d'essayer de mieux le connaître - pour quelqu'un qui n'a pas été très facilement déclenché, la faune a fait de son mieux pour éviter quiconque pourrait agir comme un seul. Quoi qu'il en soit, le nouveau garçon semblait bien répondre à sa gentillesse, et maintenant que la faune était plus proche, elle apprit un nom : nicoletta. très italienne, pensa-t-elle, et puis cette nicoletta remerciait Shawny. qu'elle devait faire une amie le premier jour... c'était assez inspirant d'envoyer de la faune se faufiler dessus, un saut dans son pas et la lumière brillait soudainement de ses yeux.
avant qu'elle ne puisse, cependant, atlantis était là et montrant cette disposition ensoleillée. Elle était habillée de la même façon qu'elle décorait la cabine - avec un haut de bikini très plage et des shorts pour garder son froid. Assez près pour entendre tout en détail, la faune roula les yeux à la myriade de surnoms tis est venu avec sur place, un sourire embrassant ses lèvres juste légèrement. "Tu es si californienne, tisdale", murmura-t-elle une fois qu'elle était assez proche, bien que ses yeux étaient coincés sur la nicoletta en parlant. Il était vraiment difficile de comprendre le leader vert quand elle partait avec cet argot, mais la faune n'avait pas l'intention de s'en moquer - pour diminuer tout coup possible de son taquinage, elle a serré l'épaule de l'atlantide avant de s'enfoncer à côté de la nicoletta. Peut-être trop proche, à cela: comme d'habitude pour la faune, elle était dans assez de quartiers pour toucher les genoux avec le nouveau venu, son coude reposant sur sa propre cuisse pour que son poing puisse équilibrer son menton. Elle regardait la nicoletta avec une sorte de curiosité monstrueuse, un sourcil épais levé comme lors d'un interrogatoire.
"vous l'appelez comme vous voulez - je reste avec lolotte, elle a annoncé agréablement, sa brogue française retournant à elle brièvement avec le surnom. "etes-vous italien, trésor? Votre nom est très italien. Je suis absolument intrigué. la faune étudiait la nicoletta comme si elle était un animal nouveau à jouer avec, puis regarda tis comme si elle était la mère qui lui a donné ledit animal de compagnie, tout reconnaissant et les yeux d'œil. Soudain, son dos est allé droit et elle a enlevé son coude poisé de sa cuisse, l'air tout affreux. "Je suis terrible. J'avais oublié de te dire mon nom!" La faune s'est évanouie la gorge et s'est installée dans son siège, plaçant une main tournante sur son cœur. "Je suis la faune, et bienvenue à la liberté du camp! Dis, j'ai regardé dans tes affaires, et tu n'es pas d'ici, n'est-ce pas?" Apparemment, ce n'était pas étrange de regarder à travers les affaires de quelqu'un d'autre selon la faune.

OLIVER CASH
 
Emplacement; hall principal
Interagir avec; frêne, éli & jackson, fantôme
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avec le calme de Ash en s'adressant à Jackson, Oliver a supposé qu'il n'était pas aussi mauvais que la première description de lui l'a fait pour être. Après tout, comment se sentirait - il si sa première impression était brisée simplement à cause de ce que quelqu'un d'autre a dit de lui? Peut-être était-il un lecteur passionné qui avait ses moments d'hystérie, ou il était un violoniste qui avait des tendances osédévilistes, ou il était un étudiant honnête qui avait une certaine stries criminelles juste pour « sortir de son système ». oli est reparti avec le romantisme. Il se rappela de se calmer, et le regard intéressé dirigé sur Jackson se transforma en un regard plus méprisant et plus jugieux, ses sourcils sillonnant et sa mâchoire mise en place. il a été envoyé ici pour réparer cet énorme degré de cynisme qui restait sous son voile d'innocence, bien sûr, mais il avait aussi besoin d'être moins d'une poussée. Cela ne signifiait plus s'accrocher à l'espoir que tout le monde était vraiment bon et plus de se laisser juste ne pas aimer tous ceux qu'il rencontre.
Il rencontra le regard d'Aisling une fois qu'elle commença à parler de lui et se redressa le dos de sorte qu'il ne regardait plus solennellement vers le sol, essayant de paraître moins louche aux yeux de l'infâme Jackson Drake. J'espère que ça a marché, mais très probablement ça n'a pas marché - alors que sa posture semblait sûrement plus confiante de loin, cela ne correspondait pas à la teinte nerveuse qui entourait tous ses traits du visage et, vous savez, tout son comportement. Il ne se souciait pas nécessairement d'écouter la réponse de l'équipier rouge à la question de Ash, mais ses oreilles étaient de toute façon perchées; qu'est-ce que quelqu'un aimerait comme ça dans un endroit comme celui-ci? C'était sûrement une réponse artificielle, comme le fait qu'un endroit au milieu des bois avait une salle de médias avec une abondance de consoles, ou qu'il était autorisé à skater librement dans cette salle comme il possédait l'endroit. Espèce de cynique, il s'est accusé, il a roulé les épaules pour libérer la tension du bâtiment.
Le regard translucide d'élijah, mais pas exactement transparent, était plus menaçant que celui de cendres, à son avis. translucide dans le sens que ces joyaux royaux étaient littéralement à travers et fantômement, mais pas transparent dans le sens que l'oliveur ne pouvait rien obtenir de substance d'un regard seul. Il ne comprenait rien à propos d'Eli en étudiant simplement son apparence externe, et c'était agaçant comme tout l'enfer. Tu pouvais lire Jackson parce qu'il ressemblait à un petit rat, mais Elijah était une autre histoire. Si c'était comme ça que tous les équipiers gris étaient, avec tout leur supposé mystère... Oli savait qu'il ne s'en sortirait pas très bien. De plus, la façon dont Eli lui a fait face avec une certaine confiance, comme s'il pouvait voir à travers lui, c'était déconcertant plus que toute autre chose. une paranoïa a commencé à se lever dans le nouveau venu et il s'est déplacé incomfortablement, évitant le contact visuel direct avec l'autre garçon de peur qu'il ne révèle par inadvertance quoi que ce soit sur lui-même en rencontrant son regard. C'était... un peu trop, tout d'un coup.
Malgré l'intimidation qu'il avait à l'extérieur, les paroles suivantes d'Elijah étaient réconfortantes. L'oliver se dégonflait visiblement, ses épaules se détendaient un peu, et il souriait à l'éli ovin. Il a apporté ce doux petit sourire aux cendres une fois son nom en l'air à nouveau, mais il a rapidement disparu quand il a entendu le chuckle caché d'Eli, probablement dirigé sur l'accident de Jackson. Si c'était un accident. Oliver s'est fait douter que c'était de la publicité. Quoi qu'il en soit, il a à moitié ignoré les propos de Jackson du mieux qu'il pouvait, en décidant qu'il n'aimait pas l'enfant simplement d'après la jeunesse de ses paroles. Mais il ne put pas le faire longtemps - bientôt, le garçon lui parlait, et Oliver s'assit rapidement comme pour éviter une grève de Jackson. nessa, étrange boule, vraiment chaud; oli était légèrement offensé par les mots, mais partiellement reconnaissant d'apprendre son nom, même si elle venait d'une source aussi peu fiable. «nessa», répéta-t-il après Jackson de façon contemplative, et il avait la moitié de l'esprit pour dire à Jackson de ses commentaires étrangers, mais il n'avait même pas un tiers du cœur.
Alors qu'il se demandait ce que Jackson pensait exactement d'une fois un regard très étrange et effrayant lui est venu dans les yeux, oli ne s'est pas ennuyé de demander. Jackson a répondu de toute façon. Oliver se moquait audiblement de l'explication abrégée - comme si Jackson pouvait réussir ses examens, et s'il échouait, il n'aurait pas le droit de le blâmer sur un peu de skateboard. Ne soyez pas si impoli, Oliver, il pouvait entendre la voix de sa mère, et Oli savait que toute sa colère allait à Jackson simplement parce qu'il était une cible facile, mais ce n'est pas comme garder tout ça dans sa tête ferait mal au gamin. Alors qu'il était conscient que Jackson a procédé à son inspection comme un vétérinaire à la recherche de puces sur un chien, oli n'a pas eu le courage de rencontrer ses yeux, et s'est plutôt retiré encore plus en lui-même. Qu'est-ce qu'il cherche? une sorte de point faible? oli embrayait sa veste plus près de lui, soudainement extrêmement conscient de lui-même. Aussi vite, il s'est ridiculisé pour s'être senti comme ça sous le regard d'un idiot.
Pourquoi si silencieux? Mauvaise nouvelle. oli enfin criblé à Jackson, sentant rosacée allumer ses joues légèrement. c'était faible de se mettre en colère pour une si petite provocation, mais... Jackson se rapprochait, posant des questions, et Oliver sentait que le monde se rapprochait de lui. juste un enfant, il s'est rappelé, mais aucune de la rage qu'il sentait mentalement se manifestait sur son visage; il n'y avait aucun moyen de repousser Jackson avec des yeux fous. Tout ce qu'il a lu, c'était "Awkward kid se sent maladroit". comme d'habitude. Il était assez proche pour que l'oli sente le souffle de l'équipier rouge, et il s'est emparé, prêt à craquer verbalement, mais Jackson a tiré de nouveau pour répondre aux cendres. Louez le Seigneur. Alors que la réponse qu'il devait donner n'était pas la plus agréable de tous, l'oliveur respira shakilly, sentant que le tremblement qui s'arrachait le torse cesse lentement. Il n'a même pas entendu les mots que Jackson disait, mais ce n'est pas comme une réponse sur les "chaudes" signifiait quelque chose pour quelqu'un comme lui.
dans tous ses troubles mentaux, Oliver n'a pas remarqué encore une autre personne qui volait pratiquement sur eux. il élargit les yeux sur le nouveau visage coulissant sur le sol comme un pingouin, regardant autour des autres membres de l'équipe pour obtenir des réponses, jusqu'à ce qu'il se rende compte que l'étranger le regardait. La famille. Ça veut dire qu'il faisait partie de cette équipe. Les yeux d'oli l'ont suivi comme une machine entraînée en l'état, se demandant s'il devrait peut-être dire bonjour, ou... alors... c'est le nouveau gamin, hein? Oliver se sentait presque comme si la personne qui s'adressait à lui ne l'aimait pas, mais son visage s'éclaircit soudain d'un sourire, et s'enfuyait instinctivement après une scission de ses cheveux. S'étant rendu compte qu'il devait avoir l'air plutôt hors de sa place, il sourit apologiement à l'autre garçon, renversant à nouveau son regard vers le sol. Alex, fantôme, papa - tout cela était familier, et Oliver l'a regardé une fois de plus, collé le nom à son visage. alex, fantôme, papa - c'étaient trois options à choisir, et oli a décidé que la façon la plus sûre d'aller était probablement son vrai nom et non pas un nom d'animal de compagnie ou un nom kink: alex. Il a forcé un peu de rire nerveux à l'introduction personnelle d'Alex, cueillir au pissenlit plutôt que de s'adresser à l'intro hors centre.
« Vous êtes le chef », a-t-il déclaré avec attention, comme si ce n'était pas évident, en hochant la tête de façon morose. il ne pouvait toujours pas penser au fantôme comme sa position réelle, au lieu d'opter pour les cendres comme la tête de gris. Mais il ne voulait pas dire ça à voix haute; pour l'amour de Dieu, il n'allait pas appeler le chef juste devant lui. "Je suis l'oliveur." Il a décidé qu'il était maintenant temps de poser la question qui l'attaquait, en s'adressant à la majorité du groupe plutôt qu'aux cendres cette fois-ci, vu qu'elle était en train d'être... mécontent, Oliver a admis qu'il semblait qu'elle était flirtée avec Jackson, bien que d'une manière assez amateur. Ils étaient comme des gamins de la cour d'école qui dansaient autour d'eux en admettant leurs fantaisies. "par curiosité, quel est cet endroit? qu'est-ce qu'on fait ici, une sorte d'orientation?" il est à peine resté à la réception assez longtemps pour prendre note de ce qu'ils allaient être jusqu'ici, mais c'est ce que les équipes sont pour - le sauver d'être la curiosité de chat tué.
”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◄
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”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?
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