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[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3113347][h3]Character Profile[/h3][/url]
[color=#CCFF66]{[/color][i]"Relapse, rehab, repeat, always thinking about me, me me."[/i][color=#CCFF66]}[/color]
[hr][hr][color=f26522]⚜[/color] Acquaintances || [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] Neutral || [color=f49ac2]☮[/color] Friends || [color=0072bc]♫[/color] Best Friends || [color=9e0b0f]♥[/color] Love Interest || [color=fff79a]⚤[/color] Boyfriend/Girlfriend || [color=aba000]☠[/color] Enemies
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[color=0072bc]♫[/color] [color=Gray][b]O L L I [color=#FFFF99]E[/color] . K E L L E R[/b][/color] [color=0072bc]♫[/color]
[indent][i]"She's like soft morning dew, it glitters and evaporates but the memory is nothing but bliss."[/i]
[sub]They met at camp and bonded slowly over their first summer together. Ollie came into Low's life when she was in a cesspool of addiction and strife. It's a miracle what quite persistence and extending the most intricate parts of oneself will do. While apart, they've kept a solid friendship. Low isn't much for affection, which Ollie understands [i]entirely[/i], glad to remain beside each other through thick and thin... with the occassional, mirthful moment where they can't catch their breath.[/sub][/indent]

[color=aba000]☠[/color] [color=#990033][b]R I C H [color=#FFCCCC]A[/color] R D . K I N G[/b][/color] [color=aba000]☠[/color]
[indent][i]"A sore."[/i]
[sub]Low does her very best to avoid him, she knows that he's trouble. Especially for a recovering addict. King is a party-goer, she never fancied that type. It isn't her business to watch him wreck his own train.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=#9999FF][b]C H A S E . J A C K S [color=#99FFFF]O[/color] N[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"What a peach. Its orient is to grow and grow. Sweet. Dedicated. A fraction of myself."[/i]
[sub]More or less helpful in passing, they don't have a bad relationship. It isn't the best either. As Elowen is the type who prefers to work on her own, teamwork is a slip and slide. They haven't clashed terribly yet - there's always a chance, but Low will try to avoid it. She admires the other girl's gumption.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=#FF66FF][b]M [color=#CCFFCC]A[/color] L C O M . O K A D A[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"A bit too warm, a ray of sun through my curtains. It catches my eye - he's a bird singing the morning song even through the night. Dramatically energetic. If he hadn't offered to party, we might have been friends..."[/i]
[sub]Malcom is a young man with a flair for just about anything. They'd sat together outside of competitions and had a kind conversation or two. Things got rocky when King ambushed the picture - she doesn't quite know what to make of Malcom now. All that is certain that she doesn't hate him and wishes him well.[/sub][/indent]

[color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#990033][b]S T A C E Y . H A M P T O N[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"Red and green were always Christmastime colors. There's a merriment about her, she's carmen-bold, romantic and full of queenly rights, where I might be the surroundings, the soft splash of contrast to keep the balance."[/i]
[sub]Her defender, a knight of a different shade. Low and Stacey met when she was a part of Team Red three years ago. Realizing that the group wasn't fit for her, she tread elsewhere, but she did not leave the other young lady behind. She visits now and again, to check up, to quietly chatter about her improvements and ask of the others achievements. They have something steady, a particular friendship which Low looks forward to every summer.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=Green][b]C H R I S T I A N . B U R N S[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"He must have been a jungle bird in a past life, his wings wide and colorful. He extends himself through others, in the warble of his morning, noon and night song. But the swells are too high, the chirrups too low. He's lost me in his flight."[/i]
[sub]Low does not like how he presents himself. He's a flirtatious man who wavers between seriousness and flight. She's tried to learn him, it will just take some time before the recovering addict understands how his mind works.[/sub][/indent]

[color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#9999FF][b]S E B A S T I A N . R E Y E S[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"We've built a dam together, slapping mud along the twigs to make something sturdy. If there is someone to depend on to get the job done, another fidgeting friend, it is he."[/i]
[sub]They've helped each other on a few projects during their years at camp. There have been smiles, a few very, [i]very[/i] carefully placed jokes. They've become friends, she doesn't mind sharing a table with him, food with him. She's even given him a pillow she'd made from one of her old, hopeless plaid button-ups (crafts, wouldn't you know).[/sub][/indent]

Symbol Here [color=Green][b]L I L L I A N . A S H B O U R N E[/b][/color] Symbol Here
[i]"Thoughts on relation."[/i]
Pending

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#3366FF][b]L E A H . W I L L O U G H B Y[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"She's a book to me, someone I'd like to read into. She's always been on the highest shelf, a fingers breath away from being retrieved. I will find a ladder soon and her pages will be a part of me."[/i]
[sub]They've never had a tiff or fuss. Their lives are in a strange, silent harmony. Low has always admired the other's ability not to be brash. She does not see people as something to conquer or obtain. This year, the recovering addict intends to reach out with hopes of a more solid bond. Friendship is a page away...[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=#3366FF][b]C A S P E R . F A W N[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"Like the ghost? He's friendly enough, not entirely transparent either. There's a will which keeps him above the level of tombstones. Perhaps it's a smile, a laugh or angel wings?"[/i]
[sub]Alex and Casper both fly close beside each other. She's seen both of them in passing but has never reached out. While her interest in approaching Alex is greatly so, Casper is one of the reasons she has not dared. He's one of Alex's closest links in life. She wouldn't dare disturb that.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=#FF66FF][b]J [color=#CCCC00]E[/color] S S I C A . W I L S O N[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"She is the brass of a jazz band tucked in a seedy little club, bright, talented. I only wish she had approached me with a soft swell rather than an astounding blare. Not all creatures are strong, their ears are meant for tender beginnings."[/i]
[sub]She approached me at a time that I was entirely too weak. With all her exuberance, her bright happenings I crumbled inward and cast her away. All good things come with a struggle. She's one of the only people I've ever wanted to apologize to. The rest have learned me. Is it good to feel guilty about this, about her, when it's who I am? Beyond my worries, I should say that I'm sorry. Nothing less will do.[/sub][/indent]

[color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=Gray][b]K A T S U Y A . B O G D A N I[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"An artist's brush was never truly clean, it had flecks of everything inside of it. Paint, graphite, clay, and tears. That's the chaos of it. That's the beauty of it. She smears all of her dreams and ambitions onto that single brush... and in those tiny fragments it stays."[/i]
[sub]Artists, friends. It's how they express their kindness for one another. Through expression, perhaps, it makes Katsuya the one Low is most honest with. Rather, she's the one who understands each sweep of messy hand on the large canvas. She fully intends to do a collab at some point with the stranger-still girl.[/sub][/indent]

[color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#9999FF][b]C A S S A N D R A . S A N D E R S[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"She's been on the same bridge as me, staring off on the other side. I wonder if she's thought that the cold, dark water below was more inviting, too..."[/i]
[sub]I've heard that she had a family built into drugs as well. An absentee father much like my own. A mother who had never been around in the first place, lost to drugs. I've been curious about her. I might reach out and say, "I've been there. I'm there. I'm here, too."[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=Gray][b]S A B L E . S A N T I A G O[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"The bumblebee's wings, busy and with high energy. She glides along the wind and communicates with each bounce and sway. This pollen-scrounging creature is a bit too much for me..."[/i]
[sub]Low thinks her to be a very nice girl, but she knows that with her energy, the addict would be a disappointment to that bouncing ray of sunshine. Maybe if she improves this summer she'll try to reach out.[/sub][/indent]

[color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#990033][b]J A M I E . W O L F E[/b][/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"Like a walk through autumn trees came the sound of crunching leaves, the mist of cold morning breath and the pending heat of the sun through shedding branches. Nothing rose yet except the faint few birds who completed the natural niche. He was quiet, much like that... It's nice."[/i]
[sub]He's new, but she knows quality when she sees it. Its almost as if he was placed in the wrong team. His docile, lackadaisical nature screams that he might have been elsewhere. She looks forward to knowing him, strolling quietly or sitting together in comfortable silence.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color] [color=#9999FF][b]L [color=#FFCC33]U[/color] C A . C A R D W E L L[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=f49ac2]☮[/color]
[indent][i]"Maternal in the kindest of ways. We rarely speak - he's learned that my voice is seldom granted. Much like a bear waiting for her riverside meal... he feeds me."[/i]
[sub][i]Desperately[/i] on the verge of friends. Luca noticed that Low had issues and was smart enough not to badger her, but she just looks so [i]hungry[/i] all of the time. He's her meal-fairy, fact-sharer, a generous heart that she doesn't mind, and might not shrink away if he tried to chat. Low trusts him, it's only a benefit that he brings tasty treats.[/sub][/indent]

[color=7ea7d8]☯[/color] [color=#3366FF][b]A L E X A N D R I A . N O V A K[/b][/color] [color=7ea7d8]☯[/color]
[indent][i]"The sky is full of clouds that roll with thunder. Each treat she passes has both sour and sweet quality, the rain comes with thunder and lightning. Soft snow comes with cold and is sometimes blindingly thick. She is a storm, she is also the sun, a blade of green grass peeking through white at the first hint of spring."[/i]
[sub]Low has never spoken to her, maybe smiled or helped her when she's been asked, but there has been no peep or guffaw. The other seems strangely fixated on her bleached hair.[/sub][/indent]

Symbol Here [color=#990033][b]A L E X A . W I L D E[/b][/color] Symbol Here
[i]"Thoughts on relation."[/i]
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