Alright, so it's like this. My name's Alec and according to my father, I'm a godawful kid. A 'troubled teen' in need of guidance. All this because I wear a lot of black, am just a bit 'anti-social' (though that's actually the wrong term. 'Introverted' is a lot more accurate), I tend to be curious of things most people around here would consider 'dark' and 'disturbing' (death interests me and I'm a pagan. Sue me). I don't have a million piercings or anything like that, in fact I don't have any. I dyed the front of my hair bright red, though and that... well, that didn't really bide well with my father. All I did was dye a bit of my hair red. I like red. What's the big deal? To be honest, that was kind of a stupid thing to do, considering past history.... still, I can't help myself sometimes. I don't really like to give in. It's just not me.
I'm not so athletic, I'll tell you that. I tried to get into team sports and all that to make my father stop yelling at me about how lazy and reclusive I was but I never enjoyed it. My teammates were always jerks. Always so damn cocky and amazed with their own skills. Like everyone seems to be around here. So I quit.
I don't have many friends, I'll admit it. I don't like many people in my school. They're so fake. So quick to jump in and torture some guy because they found out he can't lift weights well or he eats alone at lunch or he's gay or something. Gay's a big no-no at my house. My parents (well, my father mostly) are so homophobic it drives me insane. I, myself, am bisexual. They found that one out recently when, um, well, let's just say something happened and it was a mistake and have I mentioned I do stupid things sometimes? See, my parents follow this religion called the "True Faith". In fact, just about everyone in Mirria does (that's the country I live in. We're fairly large, but secluded from the rest of the world because our government is very secretive and tends to keep to itself. The only reason I know anything is because of the internet and I'm pretty sure even that is monitored). I don't know when it happened but it's like some sort of unwritten, but loudly spoken law that you have to follow the True Faith or, well, you get sent to these "Camps" for delinquent kids. There's this thing called the "Religious Act" that allows churches and other places of faith to basically run themselves with their own rules and guides and laws. But since everyone here either follows the True Faith or keeps their mouth shut, we're run by religious figures, not by our political leaders. If you don't like it, leave Mirria. But no one leaves Mirria, and no one gets in without extensive screening. As I said, we're secluded.
Another problem with this religious-ruled land is the fact that anyone who rebels against it tends to be subject to some pretty brutal forms of punishment. Punishment no one talks about. Like the kind I get. My father tends to dish out more severe punishment every time I do something "wrong", but it didn't make me more careful or anything because it was such a hopeless situation. It would happen at least once a week at first, then more and more often until almost every day no matter what, it would happen. It didn't matter what I did, there was always something. Eventually, after he broke my damn arm and all my fingers in several places, he decided it wasn't working. So he had this big long talk with my mother and they came up with a plan.
They were going to send me away to one of the Camps. I had no say in the matter. I hate the True Faith, I don't even know what it's all about. Be obedient to our tyrannical god, I guess. Some warped form of what religion could be, twisted into what it should never, ever be.
It's a camp for troubled kids. Drug addicts, fighters, kids who never talk, kids who never go out, gays, lesbians, kids with undiagnosed mental disorders, kids who aren't "normal" according to the counselors. Anyone "troubled" is all grouped in here. It doesn't matter who you are. Mirria is a country for the strong, not the troubled. I don't know what they do with the kids they can't fix. I don't want to know.
I've got to get out. I don't know how, or where I'll go but I just have to.... Maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe I can make it out of Mirria. Maybe... but I'll need help.
It's like this huge campus in the middle of nowhere bordered by thick woods. There's a few buildings everywhere, spaced out by some pavement and grass. Everything is neat and tidy, flowers dotting the area around the sidewalks and pathways, bushes trimmed to perfection, trees placed in careful arrangements, not a leaf out of place. The grass is bright green and lush, standing out harshly against the dark woodland border. The buildings are mostly grey or brown in colour, save for the cafeteria, which is a sort of dim blue. They brief you on it when you arrive. The cabins are big and crowded, full of people. So many. I'm not so good with people, especially crowds. They like to group us all together, keeping as many to a room as will fit. Males and females are separated, but only by one thick wall. The doors lock at night and all the windows are sealed with a metal grate. Curfew is 10:30 but it's not like anyone's going to break out. If the locks weren't enough, they have guards posted around the camp at night, making sure nothing gets in or out.
((This is a complete re-boot. Fresh start. I am accepting as many as will come. Just show your interest and I will create the new OOC and you can post a bio there. This is most of the information you'll need, though. In this RP, we would go through the motions of the camp, eventually band together, decide to break out, break out and anything goes from there. Of course, that would all take a while, and don't worry, I understand if you have school or work or something that would keep you from posting for a day or two, just warn me if you'll be gone for more than three days.))