@Altered Tundra Woops.

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What do you mean whoops?

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Probs made a character with one of the two faceclaims.

But omg, I was so tempted to make a char with Dane DeHaan fc and put him in blue XD

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What do you mean whoops?

I was thinking of Evan Peters [+]

And Nicholas Holt [+]

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I just wanted you to think that I changed my mind. XD

Nah, I'm almost done with Liam boyyy

And the second lady is Amandla who played Rue :O and young Cataleya (in Colombiana; Zoe Saldana was fierce in that)

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I just wanted you to think that I changed my mind. XD

Nah, I'm almost done with Liam boyyy

And the second lady is Amandla who played Rue :O and young Cataleya (in Colombiana; Zoe Saldana was fierce in that)

EDIT: I think there's someone out there that looks a lot like DeHaan. I just keep forgetting whoooo.

Wait, no, he doesn't.

I was thinking of Evan Peters [+]

And Nicholas Holt [+]

@HushedWhispers

Holden Fields [+]

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”Insert a Character Quote here.” –Author
Roses - The Chainsmokers (ft. ROZES) | Lean On - Major Lazer and DJ Snake (Ft. MØ)

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|Full Name|

Holden Coleman Fields

|Nickname|

Out of everyone in his family, Holden found the most in common with his bedridden grandmother. She'd always thought he looked more like a Cole and would laugh at her own, barely there joke when she'd call him Porter. To say the least, Holden enjoys both nicknames, though he prefers Cole the most.

|Birth Date|

November 8th, 1998

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Homosexual

|Sexually Active|

Not Really

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

Member of Team Pink!

|Years At Camp|

4

|Team Color|

Pink

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|In Depth Appearance|

Something of a DJ Couture - or, well, nah. That's not a good term for it. Really he just looks kind of out there with his ratty hoodies and frayed jeans; grey Henley and worn leather jackets. With a pair of headphones always wrapped around his head or hanging from his neck, Holden's slouch and penchant for staring at his feet make him seem a lot smaller than his 6'0" height affords him. Having spent most of his life dancing, however, gives Holden a lean, very flexible form that his posture hides in it's reclusive form.

If anything, Holden blends well into the background until he starts moving - drifting away from his wallflower, unappealing posture as he does so. His steps turn deliberate, fluid in motion and every part of his body takes steps in tandem, lets the movement take control of form and body as his mind follows. Efficient and graceful when he desperately wants to be, Holden has impeccable balance and a kind of bob to his form that syncs with the beat of whatever song he's moving toward. Walking, dancing, maybe sitting, when Holden wants to be, he steps out of the shell he often hides away in to let every part of him sing the words he can't put into sentences.

Not to say that he doesn't talk, Holden just doesn't know how to express himself beyond what he knows - music. His tone is a tad quiet with an airy quality to it that's a humming baritone. It's smooth, evident that he doesn't talk often and when he does, it's usually in clipped, efficient sentences.

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|Habits & Quirks|

• Shakes cups and glasses before drinking out of them, full or not
• Always listening to music
• Lip syncs and always moving to some kind of backdrop
• Takes "Dance like no one's watching" to a new level of oblivious
• When without music, he'll mumble notes to songs he knows (like entire nine yards, key changes, flats, sharps, time changes)
• Clenches his jaw in thought and when nervous

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Hiding away in his own head
✔ Any instrument
✔ Listening to people sing (good or bad)
✔ Poetry
✔ Heights (sitting on trees, in particular)
✔ Humming
✔ Dancing

✘ Sitting still
✘ The cold
✘ Cold food
✘ Silence
✘ The dark
✘ Being uncomfortable
✘ Feeling itchy

|Fears & Phobias|

• Has a deep, unsettling fear of the dark, especially if it's accompanied with silence. Can't deal with scary movies unless they have a constant backdrop of music.
• Nihilism. Just the general concept. Any time he has any deep thoughts about philosophy, he regresses into an existential crisis. It's not a fun sight.

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|Good Personality Traits|

• Diligent
• Focused
• Thick Skinned
• Passionate

|Bad Personality Traits|

• Oblivious to People
• Solitary
• Susceptible to Burnouts
• Not a Team Player

|Personality|

A real 'Do it Yourself' kinda guy and not because Holden's a prickly individual either. He just doesn't like acknowledging the fact that there are people around him, there to help. It's likely some deep psychological thing, but Holden's not the type for introspection. He's kind of the type to let things go on and on until whatever's ailing him ends up serious.

You know the type. Snuffly nose turns into hacking cough turns into a 108F fever and extreme dehydration.

If someone were to delve deeper into that aspect of Holden's personality, they'd find a boy that's often too scared of digging himself into a hole and having all of these options to reel himself out, but not taking them. It's almost a pride thing, but more so, it's a generation of conditioning for a family that's holds independence to an insurmountable standard. Often, if you find yourself in a hole and you can't get out, maybe that's where you belong. It's a scary thought and, among other deep, scary thoughts, it's one of the things keeping Holden from ever looking in to fix his problems. In turn, it holds him back from looking out to find a solution.

Thus, Holden lives in his own world, not even his own head. Music provides both an outlet and a means of success for him. It's the only thing he's feasibly good at and Holden clings to the concept like a lifeline. He's paved a path for himself solely relying on his talent and the skills that he accumulates through it. And he'll dive head first into whatever project he's currently attempting, making that the sole focus of his entire being and effectively shutting out the people around him. The world itself remains, but the people that hold their hands out and offer kind smiles aren't there. Better to think they aren't then face the guilt of having to cave in to his need for some form of assistance.

That makes Holden a very solitary individual, especially when he's tasked with anything that's not his music. It's a recurring problem, people melding into the background, and he often has to rip himself out of his own world before he gets lost wandering himself. Subconscious thinking tends to leave Holden on the precipice of healthy thinking and plummeting into a fierce burnout. If he doesn't take the time to reevaluate his surroundings, he has a deep tendency to completely drive himself into the ground, exhausted and lacking any form of coherent thought that's not negative. He's still looking for something that has any effect in grounding. So far, nothing's really worked in his favor as a long term fix.

|Place Of Origin|

Carson City, Nevada

|Background|

Living with a family like his, well, that's kind of a trial of will and determination.

In Holden's home, it's the typical Lawyer Mom and Doctor Dad combo and that really just cinches anyone in a bind that's really, really hard to get out of. Oddly enough, they didn't expect any of their children to follow in their footsteps. What they did expect, however, could probably have been the worse option out of the two. They expected both independence and lack of failure. Summed up, the Fields children were kind of screwed from the beginning.

What didn't help for the youngest of three, Holden, was that his two older siblings successfully jumped the hurdles their parents set for them. Especially when one of them became a rather successful fashion designer who'd settled in Manhattan. And then the sister decided she'd like to become a writer and, whilst she doesn't have movie deals, she found enough success to live a comfortable life without invoking their parent's ire.

Things didn't and wouldn't look up for Holden who'd found his niche in music. And really, it was all kinds of music and an absolute plethora of career options that he didn't know what to do with. The older Holden got, the more passionate he got, the less willing he got to come out of the shell of a world he'd created with a pair of giant headphones and an iPod with hundreds of songs.

Eventually, Holden found himself drawn more to dance than the numerous things he'd dove headfirst into. Unfortunately, that meant his parents expected him to solely stick to those guns and provide for himself. He'd somehow squeezed a number of dance lessons out of the two and from there he tried his best to take off without tripping. However, that didn't mean Holden ever came out of his shell outside of recitals or practice or tutors, it just meant he had another outlet that he could potentially turn into something more.

Which was the likely reason he'd landed himself in Camp Liberty for four consecutive years, though he's certain not many people could remember his face beyond the same introduction three years prior.

|Miscellaneous|

Ever since his first year, Holden's been successful at smuggling his music into the camp to the point he'd walk around with his headphones without much care. He always somehow procures another one if the first is taken - they stopped taking them after the fifth pair where it was threatening to become a running gag.

|Extra|

Video games! I play video games!

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In the middle of typing up my second character when Chrome crashed.

Imagine my surprise when in the middle of typing out the personality section when my words don't come out and everything freezes and suddenly it's my desktop image. Imagine my anger when I realized I wasn't typing it in Google Docs like I always do.

Imagine my face when after Chrome restarted my progress wasn't deleted. Imagine the relief as I could continue where I left off after quickly transferring everything to Docs.

That was a roller coaster of a time

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And that's why sometimes Chrome is the superior browser. <3

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*Whispers* Google master race.

@HushedWhispers

Holden Fields [+]

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”Insert a Character Quote here.” –Author
Roses - The Chainsmokers (ft. ROZES) | Lean On - Major Lazer and DJ Snake (Ft. MØ)

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|Full Name|

Holden Coleman Fields

|Nickname|

Out of everyone in his family, Holden found the most in common with his bedridden grandmother. She'd always thought he looked more like a Cole and would laugh at her own, barely there joke when she'd call him Porter. To say the least, Holden enjoys both nicknames, though he prefers Cole the most.

|Birth Date|

November 8th, 1998

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Homosexual

|Sexually Active|

Not Really

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

Member of Team Pink!

|Years At Camp|

4

|Team Color|

Pink

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|In Depth Appearance|

Something of a DJ Couture - or, well, nah. That's not a good term for it. Really he just looks kind of out there with his ratty hoodies and frayed jeans; grey Henley and worn leather jackets. With a pair of headphones always wrapped around his head or hanging from his neck, Holden's slouch and penchant for staring at his feet make him seem a lot smaller than his 6'0" height affords him. Having spent most of his life dancing, however, gives Holden a lean, very flexible form that his posture hides in it's reclusive form.

If anything, Holden blends well into the background until he starts moving - drifting away from his wallflower, unappealing posture as he does so. His steps turn deliberate, fluid in motion and every part of his body takes steps in tandem, lets the movement take control of form and body as his mind follows. Efficient and graceful when he desperately wants to be, Holden has impeccable balance and a kind of bob to his form that syncs with the beat of whatever song he's moving toward. Walking, dancing, maybe sitting, when Holden wants to be, he steps out of the shell he often hides away in to let every part of him sing the words he can't put into sentences.

Not to say that he doesn't talk, Holden just doesn't know how to express himself beyond what he knows - music. His tone is a tad quiet with an airy quality to it that's a humming baritone. It's smooth, evident that he doesn't talk often and when he does, it's usually in clipped, efficient sentences.

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|Habits & Quirks|

• Shakes cups and glasses before drinking out of them, full or not
• Always listening to music
• Lip syncs and always moving to some kind of backdrop
• Takes "Dance like no one's watching" to a new level of oblivious
• When without music, he'll mumble notes to songs he knows (like entire nine yards, key changes, flats, sharps, time changes)
• Clenches his jaw in thought and when nervous

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Hiding away in his own head
✔ Any instrument
✔ Listening to people sing (good or bad)
✔ Poetry
✔ Heights (sitting on trees, in particular)
✔ Humming
✔ Dancing

✘ Sitting still
✘ The cold
✘ Cold food
✘ Silence
✘ The dark
✘ Being uncomfortable
✘ Feeling itchy

|Fears & Phobias|

• Has a deep, unsettling fear of the dark, especially if it's accompanied with silence. Can't deal with scary movies unless they have a constant backdrop of music.
• Nihilism. Just the general concept. Any time he has any deep thoughts about philosophy, he regresses into an existential crisis. It's not a fun sight.

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|Good Personality Traits|

• Diligent
• Focused
• Thick Skinned
• Passionate

|Bad Personality Traits|

• Oblivious to People
• Solitary
• Susceptible to Burnouts
• Not a Team Player

|Personality|

A real 'Do it Yourself' kinda guy and not because Holden's a prickly individual either. He just doesn't like acknowledging the fact that there are people around him, there to help. It's likely some deep psychological thing, but Holden's not the type for introspection. He's kind of the type to let things go on and on until whatever's ailing him ends up serious.

You know the type. Snuffly nose turns into hacking cough turns into a 108F fever and extreme dehydration.

If someone were to delve deeper into that aspect of Holden's personality, they'd find a boy that's often too scared of digging himself into a hole and having all of these options to reel himself out, but not taking them. It's almost a pride thing, but more so, it's a generation of conditioning for a family that's holds independence to an insurmountable standard. Often, if you find yourself in a hole and you can't get out, maybe that's where you belong. It's a scary thought and, among other deep, scary thoughts, it's one of the things keeping Holden from ever looking in to fix his problems. In turn, it holds him back from looking out to find a solution.

Thus, Holden lives in his own world, not even his own head. Music provides both an outlet and a means of success for him. It's the only thing he's feasibly good at and Holden clings to the concept like a lifeline. He's paved a path for himself solely relying on his talent and the skills that he accumulates through it. And he'll dive head first into whatever project he's currently attempting, making that the sole focus of his entire being and effectively shutting out the people around him. The world itself remains, but the people that hold their hands out and offer kind smiles aren't there. Better to think they aren't then face the guilt of having to cave in to his need for some form of assistance.

That makes Holden a very solitary individual, especially when he's tasked with anything that's not his music. It's a recurring problem, people melding into the background, and he often has to rip himself out of his own world before he gets lost wandering himself. Subconscious thinking tends to leave Holden on the precipice of healthy thinking and plummeting into a fierce burnout. If he doesn't take the time to reevaluate his surroundings, he has a deep tendency to completely drive himself into the ground, exhausted and lacking any form of coherent thought that's not negative. He's still looking for something that has any effect in grounding. So far, nothing's really worked in his favor as a long term fix.

|Place Of Origin|

Carson City, Nevada

|Background|

Living with a family like his, well, that's kind of a trial of will and determination.

In Holden's home, it's the typical Lawyer Mom and Doctor Dad combo and that really just cinches anyone in a bind that's really, really hard to get out of. Oddly enough, they didn't expect any of their children to follow in their footsteps. What they did expect, however, could probably have been the worse option out of the two. They expected both independence and lack of failure. Summed up, the Fields children were kind of screwed from the beginning.

What didn't help for the youngest of three, Holden, was that his two older siblings successfully jumped the hurdles their parents set for them. Especially when one of them became a rather successful fashion designer who'd settled in Manhattan. And then the sister decided she'd like to become a writer and, whilst she doesn't have movie deals, she found enough success to live a comfortable life without invoking their parent's ire.

Things didn't and wouldn't look up for Holden who'd found his niche in music. And really, it was all kinds of music and an absolute plethora of career options that he didn't know what to do with. The older Holden got, the more passionate he got, the less willing he got to come out of the shell of a world he'd created with a pair of giant headphones and an iPod with hundreds of songs.

Eventually, Holden found himself drawn more to dance than the numerous things he'd dove headfirst into. Unfortunately, that meant his parents expected him to solely stick to those guns and provide for himself. He'd somehow squeezed a number of dance lessons out of the two and from there he tried his best to take off without tripping. However, that didn't mean Holden ever came out of his shell outside of recitals or practice or tutors, it just meant he had another outlet that he could potentially turn into something more.

Which was the likely reason he'd landed himself in Camp Liberty for four consecutive years, though he's certain not many people could remember his face beyond the same introduction three years prior.

|Miscellaneous|

Ever since his first year, Holden's been successful at smuggling his music into the camp to the point he'd walk around with his headphones without much care. He always somehow procures another one if the first is taken - they stopped taking them after the fifth pair where it was threatening to become a running gag.

|Extra|

Video games! I play video games!

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Google>Apple
Yeah I said it. Fite me.

Also, @HushedWhispers, how many years maximum is it possible for the characters to have been at the camp?

I did a thing again @HushedWhispers

Hana Park [+]

”Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!” –Rosalind Russell as Mame Dennis
Ice Ice | My Number

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►Full Name◄

Park Ha-na

►Nickname◄

'Han'. It's not a nickname used often, probably because 'Hana' is already too short a name that only the real lazy sorts think Han is endearing. Or they are just Star Wars fans, but she hopes it's the former.

'Pizza Man', That one she got simply because like any good pizza delivery person she was always on time when making deliveries. Though she wasn't delivering pizzas. But a call to her was colloquially known as 'calling the pizza place' so the name just stuck. Don't call her that in public. Or around her sister.

►Birth Date◄

March 13

►Age◄

Seventeen

►Gender◄

Female

►Sexuality◄

Experimenting and Curious.

►Relationship Status◄

Single. That has to change.

►Sexually Active◄

If anyone asks? Yes. If her family asks? No. The truth? She's kissed some people and rounded second.

►Team Color◄

PINK! They're the coolest

►Years At Camp◄

Three

►In Depth Appearance◄

If one would could describe Hana that word would be fabulous. There's a running gag in her family that Hana got all the attractive genes in the family, no one really appreciates that particular gag but then, no one really appreciates the oldest sibling that made the gag in the first place. Regardless of one's opinions on her family, Hana knows and acts like she is a looker - and for many people she knows in person she certainly is, thanks to the combination of her ethnicity in the midst of a not so diverse corner of the world, and from the care she puts into making sure she always looks good.

Her hair has to be on point, and it's more difficult than one might realize to make black hair shine, but Hana finds a way even if that means less time in the bathrooms for the family back home. Since wearing designer clothing and dresses at a summer camp is a good way to ruin them and make the summer miserable (something she learned the first year - but how was she supposed to see that big puddle of mud that utterly ruined her favorite summer dress?) so while at camp she makes do with eye catching but functional attire, your skirts that might be a tad too short for the high schools, the shirts that don't have sleeves, the shoes that she so wishes were heels. Functional, but flirtatious all the same. Just because she's around people she might never see again is no reason she shouldn't dress to impress.

Her skin is porcelain and she frequently wears lipstick to draw attention to her face, and considering she stands at just shy of five foor three, often that attention is aimed downwards from those taller than her. She's glad that in recent years she's really started to fill out those curves, which in her eyes only adds to the appeal that should have already been there. Hana does hate the birthmark on her arm, though, it just...it looks weird and she hates when people try and make it sound cute.

As if they know cute.

►Habits & Quirks◄

-When handling paper of any kind, looseleaf, book pages, money, whathaveyou, she always has to lick her finger before flipping through it.

-She talks through movies and not at the whispered volume either.

-Whenever she laughs she might snort and then blame it on someone else. On that same note, she'll overlaugh when flirting, as she believes that to be more effective than the simple 'laugh and touch a shoulder' angle.

-Clicks the roof of her tongue when thinking or telling a lie. Not the best poker face.

-Snaps her fingers like all the time. Like all the time.

►Likes & Dislikes◄

✔ Vanilla Coke. Even if she has to make it herself with flavor squirters.
✔ Science Fiction Novels. But don't tell anyone, that's nerd stuff.
✔ Drawing. She wants to draw comics for a living but don't tell anyone. She still draws when she can.
✔ Chorizo Burritos. Why bother with any other meat?
✔ Binge watching shows on Netflix every weekend
✔ Baseball, watching specifically
✔ Sour candies

✘ Cheats, not specifically on tests but them too.
✘ People that ask her to draw their favorite fictional characters in romantic settings. She will burn those ships.
✘ Ice Cream other than mint chocolate chip
✘ People that wear hooded sweatshirts. And double for the ones that never wash it.
✘ Reality television shows. They used to be good but things changed.
✘ Pepsi. Coke is superior.
✘ Gum. Everyone is always chewing gum in school and it's gross.

►Fears & Phobias◄

Cemeteries. They're creepy places. Too creepy.

Mice. And really most rodents. They aren't cute. They are terrifying and gross and ugh.

►Good Personality Traits◄

Charismatic
Creative
Keen
Sharp Minded

►Bad Personality Traits◄

Manipulative
Excellent Liar
Distrusting
Opinionated, for better or worse. She'll never back down from her views.

►Personality◄

To an outsider looking in, someone like Hana Park seems like the absolute sweetheart. She's got a smile that is damn near infectious, a stride that exudes confidence, and a rapport with pretty much everyone she interacts with. And while that much is true on the surface, there's a little saying about wolves in sheep's clothing. Hana has a way of wrapping people around her finger because she knows what people want, what they need, and how to give it to them. It's a matter of supply and demand, she's the one to look up when it comes to supplies. Her part is played well, but the face she presents to her peers is a mask that is increasingly hard to hide behind.

Hana is a bit conceited, that much is true, but she's able to back up her talk with results. She might tell someone their answer is wrong or their piece of art is shit but when challenged she'll accept and come back swinging. She's not exactly competitive, just one who has a tendency of speaking boldly and refusing to back down whatsoever. She got that from her sister, whom she idolized for much of her youth.

Hana's charms come not from the subtle gestures or the too-perfect pick up lines, but from her way with people. She treats everyone with a varying amount of like, though the more slovenly and lazy sorts she has to really stretch her positivity, and that makes her likable to the right crowd of people. While less outright gossipy as some of her friends and allies, Hana is no less devious and judgy, but hers is far more subtle. Getting to know people in the way that she does leaves her privy to a lot of secrets that are better left in her head or on the backburner for a rainy day.

Because of this, Hana finds it best not to trust anyone other than herself. People are liars. She's one of them. But at least she'll never lie to herself.

Well...not anymore, anyway.

►Place Of Origin◄

Hixson, Tennessee

►Background◄

When down in the small town of Hixson, it's hard not to hear about the Park Family. The patriarch, Lee, is a pillar of the community, having turned a rundown produce farm into something profitable by selling his goods to the various markets and restaurants in town at more cost efficient rates for the small stores. The matriarch, Tiffany, does good work as hair stylist. But it's the Park Children that the community is far less willing to talk about.

There's the oldest, brother Ken, who dropped out of high school and spends his days getting high with his burnout buddies and thinking they're going to become the next big rap sensation. There's the older sister Abby who was expelled from high school for fighting bullies for the bullied thus being a bully herself, though she's since turned herself around by getting her GED and joining the police. There's the youngest, Jeremy, who is only in kindergarten but has a real shot at being the good Park.

But of course, there's Hana. On the surface there's nothing truly outrageous about her, not on the level of her two older siblings anyway. Sure she dresses rather...provocatively but she hasn't done anything that her parents vehemently disapprove of. That they are aware of, anyway.

Hana's childhood was spent idolizing her cool older sister, Abby, up until Abby started coming home bloody and angry after fighting some asshole or another. Abby became less cool to the young Hana and more...crazy; it only takes one instance of your idol coming into your shared bedroom covered in blood for an opinion to change. It was at this time, with Hana in middle school, that she came to the conclusion that people are never quite who you think they are; and that has applied to Hana as well.

Hana's popularity in high school has nothing to do with her looks, though they certainly don't hurt, and everything to do with why they call her Pizza Man. Having a brother that is involved in shady practices and a sister in the police gives Hana access to a variety of...party favors for her classmates. There's always some problem in public high schools, and in the case of Hixson High it was students using and Hana providing. Why? At first it was a way to buy something that her allowance wouldn't cover, but she grew addicted to the popularity and status it came with, and she got to keep the moral highground by never using herself. She could judge others for their vices while staying clean.

The Park Siblings have gone to Camp Liberty for years now, though Ken stopped after one year while Abby was a regular camper. Hana initially had no interest, but came around in her second year if only for the much more positive memories. It's nice for her to escape from the absolute tedium of living in Tennessee and deal with more civilized and cultured people who appreciate her for more than her promptness and forking over a bottle of cough syrup. Her parents always saw the camp as a learning experience, a way for their kids to build character, though considering how they siblings have all turned out so far, perhaps their character has been built incorrectly.

All Hana knows is, at Liberty no one expects anything from her and she can just be her cute, cunning self for a couple of weeks.

►Miscellaneous◄

Abby Park, sister. Hana idolized her so much that when she was drawing regularly, she had an on going little series with a character based on Abby.

Hana is an artist at heart and would much rather be known for her comic doodles and sketches than her looks or 'pizza deliveries'.

►Extra◄

I mean, I guess I also like films

C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by [ @HushedWhispers], herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask.

@HushedWhispers
So that would place the youngest age that they could have went to the camp at 14/15, yes?