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→ Name:
Dawn Kingston

→ Age:
16

→ Likes:
Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside.

→ Dislikes:
Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.

→ Quirk:
Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.

→ Biography:
"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

Dolce Parker

αgє:
16 years old

ℓιкєѕ:
Hot drinks. Sweets. Stars. Animals.

∂ιѕℓιкєѕ
Air pollution. Opposite of neat.

qυιякѕ:
-Clumsy.
-Loves to snack on chocolates.
-OCD. She will fix anything that bothers her.

вισgяαρну & ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
If you had to describe her in one word, it would be kuudere. She is blunt, cynical, and looks like she isn't interested in anything. But deep down, she is actually nice and caring. People often mistake her for someone who is cold, but really, she is just socially awkward and does not understand how emotions and human interactions work.

She was a normal teenager who was brought up by two loving parents and had a good childhood. She doesn't have a dark past, family problems, and she hasn't experienced any kinds of hardships in life. The only tragic event that has happened in her life was the death of her older sister, which she has no memories of because she was only two years of age. Her parents signed her up for camp out of love and concern. They wanted her to make some friends and interact with different people, hoping that she would learn a lot from this trip.

σтнєя:
Loves to eat but sucks at cooking.

Name:
Kalliades Orcus

NAME:
Elizabeth "Eli" Cassidy

AGE:
17

LIKES:
Rain | Music | Coffee | Running | Anything that gets her blood pumping

DISLIKES:
Sitting still | Sweets | Being underestimated | Being ordered around | Silence

QUIRK:
Eli always carries a ring with her (often placed on a necklace) for good luck. The ring was her brother's class ring.
Eli has a number of tattoos around her body, most of which are quotes or lyrics.
Eli is a very quick learner.

BIO/PERSONALITY:
Everyone who knew Elizabeth Cassidy would tell you that she is absolutely crazy. Eli is a risk taker verging on the point of being reckless. There isn't a dare or a challenge that Eli has turned her back to. This has often gotten her in trouble before - with authorities and from suffering a few broken bones - but Eli loved the thrill of it. When her peers cheered and cajoled her into doing something, she just knew she had to give them a show.
Eli isn't sure when her addiction with adrenaline rushes started, but she knew her brother was a big influence in it. He had taken her on his motorcycle for the first time when she was nine and she loved the feeling of the wind against her skin. Even before that, she'd been jumping cliffs with him. Eli savored those memories - screams of both terror and fun as adrenaline pumped in their veins - because that was all she had left. Memories.
Her brother died when she was fourteen. She supposed she should have learned from him. She should have learned to stop being as reckless as he was, but she couldn't help herself. That had been the only way she saw to honor his memory. And it was destroying her.
When her friends cornered her and gave her the brochure for Camp Turtle Shell, she laughed in their faces. They said it was to help her - that maybe slowing down would be good for her. Eli didn't listen. She didn't want to get stuck in some camp where nothing happens. She wanted to feel her blood pumping under her skin. She wanted her heart to beat so fast it was close to bursting. Ready to give up, her friends moved to let her escape. It wasn't until her childhood friend piped up, daring her to survive at least three weeks in camp. Eli knew it was a trap - that she was being manipulated - but the smirk on her friend's face irked her.
That was how she found herself packing her things and heading for Camp Turtle Shell, hating every second of it.

Name: Darren Jones

Appearance:

Age: 16

Likes: Video games, rap, other’s company, boxing and rugby.

Dislikes: Bad-natured people, most physical activity, trolls on the internet

Quirk: Practices rapping when he’s alone.

Bio/Personality: Darren has had video games in his life since he could remember. Some of his best memories is playing Mario Kart with his family or getting a Pentakill with his friends on League of Legends. However, he doesn’t have a lot of friends exactly and his parents fear he’s spending too much time on his video games and the internet rather than going out, which he does do… occasionally. He looked into boxing and used to play rugby after school but he never really pursued either.

Other: (can’t think of a theme song xD)

Character Sheet:
Name: Daniel Mortcraft (Dead Dan)
Appearance: Dan here has a minor case of gigantism so he stands at a whopping nine feet. his brown hair is pulled into a pony tail also has a short goatee he always has a pair of sunglasses on him (there prescription) he’s a pale yet quite muscular dude (not body builder muscular just someone who go to the gym from time to time) Dan always wears his purple skeleton print hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and a white wife-beater with a Red Hatchetman printed on it underneath, his legs are covered by a pair of custom-made blue jeans, Danny hates socks so when he wears his sandals you can expect him to not have socks on.
Age:17
Likes: "Skinny" his skeleton plushy, Dungeon & Dragons, Necromancy, Insane clown posse, video games. Monk his pet Tarantula (Which he actually brought with him) horror movies
Dislikes: Sock, His cane, Being ignored, wasps
Quirk: tend to beat box when bored
Bio/Personality: Dan has always been a bit of sickly kid. So he was a bit sheltered but due to his parents being Juggalos (Someone who enjoys insane clown posse) he sort of grew up around horror culture.
Dan is a friendly if a bit morbid, he can a bit dim and saying things without thinking
Other:(whatever you want, even a theme song if you wish.)

Name:netter (N-sane) stone
Appearance:
hair:black/short
Hieght:5'9
Weight:140lbs
Eyes:light blue
Scars:has scattered burn scars all over the right side of his body.
Tattoos:N-sane across the top off his back and black fire going up his left side from his leg to his neck.
Age:17
Likes:parkour,music,challenges,cats,cigs
Dislikes:judgemental people,cold wheather,bullies.
Quirk:can free run like no other,forgery.
Bio/Personality:Netter was what you call a "trouble" child he loved parkour and he never listened to his dad.Mostly because he lost his mother at birth and it was his way of coping but also he loved the thrill of life he started free running at age 12 and anytime his depression got the best of him free running would clear his head.His dad was a fire chief and although netter didnt listen or follow the rules very often he still looked up to his dad and always worried about him.
One day when netter was 16 his dad got a call in of all hands on deck near the old school house so he donned his gear and went off.As usual netter was told to stay at the house until his dad got back but as soon as his dad dissapeared down the road netter put on his converse and went out to free run he over heard that the fire was at the old school house so he made his way there one roof top at a time he had never seen his dad in action so he sat on a rooftop across from the old school house watching his dad give orders and connect the fire hose to a hydrant on the corner.
Then a scream for help came from inside.there were teens inside the building.His dad told two guys to follow him and they ran through the flame engulphed door and dissapeared.Netter waited until the two guys came back out with the teens and yelled"the cheif is trying to find the other teen they say they dont know how the fire started." hearing that netter went from roof to roof till he got across from the school house then jumped in through one of the windows.he ran through the school halls until he found his dad kneeling down trying try to walk he had lost his helmet while trying to find the thrird teen and the smoke was geting to him.
The roof started callapsing and his dad was right under it so netter ran as fast as he could through the hallway to push his dad out of the way.his dad noticed him and yelled at him to stop and get out of the building but he didnt listen then the support beams gave out and him and his dad fell through the floor.as they were falling his dad rapped his arms around him to prtect him from the flames but one of the support beems bashed him in the head and he went unconsious.Netter woke up in a hospital bed with no memorries.The doctor explained to him how his dad saved him and got him out of the building but he was too badly wounded from debree and burns and he died shortly after.Giving netter some time alone to think and try to recover his memmories he left the room.
Netter grabbed the the clip board and read through the file he found his name and adress.He tried to find away out of the hospital but the halls were packed and the only way was the window.He opened the window and saw it was three stories up but he felt as though he had done this before he started having flashes of how he used to parkour and he mannaged to make it down the wall.All he could remember was parkour so he went to the adress in the file and went inside everything was oddly familiar but all new at the same time he made his way to his room eventually and looked around faint memmories going through his head he grabbed his back pack and stuffed it with clothes then he grabbed his duffel bag and gathered what ever else he thought he would need food flashlights his brass knuckles any money around the house he could find and a carton of his dads cigarrets then set off on his own.After a year of living on the streets smoking cigs free running for money and forging IDs he longed for something new something different to get away from it all.
Then he ran across a flyer for a camp called camp turtle shell and saw that it was the perfect oppertunity to try to live some form of normality plus free food free place to sleep why not take a shot.so he sent them a letter with fordged credentials in his dads name with there old adress and waited for the bus to show.
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