💣 Hair: Dark brown | Straight | Often worn down or in a high Ariana Grande-style ponytail.
💣 Eyes: Green
💣 Height: 5’4”
💣 Body Type: Petite | Slim | Curves in all the right places
💣Clothing Style: Urban Glam | A combination of early 2000’s meets 2019 || Brand Sneakers | Gold Jewelry | Hoop Earrings | Tracksuits | Sweatpants | Tank Tops | Shorts
💣 Tattoos: The word “Loyalty” in cursive letters on her right hand | A black, landscape-oriented cross on behind her right ear
💣 Piercings: Four on each earlobe, three of them decorated with diamond studs while the first ones are often occupied by hoop earrings.
💣 Etc: Has long, ballerina-shaped acrylic nails.

Two large suitcases (one for clothes, one for shoes), one large overnight bag for her makeup + personal care items + phone + airpods + chargers, her vape mod with a selection of different flavor juices to keep things interesting. I really wanted to bring my Glock (‘cause you never know these days), but the last thing I need right now is for fuckin’ TSA to be all up on my grill, so I had to leave that shit at home.

💣 A cloud of cherry-&-pot scented smoke surrounds them most of the time, because she’s always vaping.
💣 Has a bad case of Resting Bitch Face.
💣Slips between English and Spanish when talking, and does so with a heavy Miami accent.

✔ The Beach
✔ Urban Latin Music
✔ Underground Street Racing
✖ Cold Weather
✖ Authority
✖ Cops (with a special hate boner for the Miami-Dade PD) ‘Cause fuck them undercovers.

From the moment Camila Fernández had gotten her hands on the keys of her Lancer on her sixteenth birthday, the young woman had taken to the streets the countless hours spent on the track with her mother April and grandfather Jamie (a retired Formula 1 racer). Sometimes, she’d do it for the money. But the rest of the times? It was to simply relish in the rush of adrenaline she got when speeding down the streets of South Beach, bask in the satisfaction of beating her opponent, and glow with pride at her every victory. At age nineteen, La Diabla’s name had become a staple of the underground street racing community of South Florida. She was a rising star, a little champion-- and she was thriving in her fast-paced lifestyle.

Enter Devon Williams: the fellow racer who stole Mila’s heart the second he laid eyes on her the night of their first race against each other. For six beautiful months, the two had. Devon was everything she’d wanted in a guy: smart, charming, funny, with an easygoing attitude and her same devotion for living life to the fullest. Most importantly: he loved her just as madly and deeply as she did him. And for the first time ever, Camila was certain that she had finally found the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

And then the sting happened.

A raid during one of the races revealed an unexpected, hard truth to swallow. Turns out that Devon Williams was actually Detective Leone Deveraux: an undercover agent assigned to infiltrate the underground street racing scene. He’d not only fooled their entire community, but had also taken advantage of Mila and their relationship to gather the information that was constantly being sent back to the authorities. Naturally, upon hearing the news, Camila lost it. She ran away from her safe hiding spot behind some bushes and lunged at the man in front of a multitude of his fellow cops, earning herself an arrest for disorderly conduct, assaulting a police officer, and resisting arrest. Although she was booked and processed and spent the night in jail, Leone had no intentions of pursuing the case, and thus the charges were consequently dropped. But because the leftover heat of the sting operation was still hot on her heels, the young woman decided it was best to leave Miami for a while.

Maybe distance would help her forget the name and face of the man who had so cruelly broken her heart.

💣 Currently lives with her parents in Pinecrest, an upscale suburb of Miami, FL.
💣 Drives a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X.
💣 Has a gray French Bulldog named Odin.
💣 Has an active social media presence under the handle @LaDiabla305, where you can find an assortment of sizzling hot selfies, hangout reels and Miami underground street racing content.
💣 Is often seen hanging out with her best friend Edwin Santana, who was the one who suggested she attend camp in the first place.
💣 Will randomly break into song or start twerking if a song she likes comes on.
💣 Needs to have music blasting in order to concentrate on tasks at hand, whether it’s over speakers or a single earphone.
💣 Because the age cap for camp was eighteen, Mila lied on the application in order to get accepted.

❄️Black hair, a few inches long, sometimes gelled up but mostly just floppy out of laziness
❄️Icy blue eyes
❄️6’3, 180lb, with a slim athletic build
❄️A forearm sleeve tattoo that he got started upon turning 18 years old and has had 3 separate sessions to add to it since
❄️16mm black ear gauges
❄️Strong jawline and bone structure
❄️Comfy casual style with alternative influences: black pants, band shirts, brand merch (Volcom, Burton, etc.), snow gear, sometimes just sweatpants and a hoodie

🏂 His beloved snowboard
🏂 GoPro camera and other equipment to film tricks
🏂 A healthy stash of gorilla glue strain
🏂 The Christmas Bong
🏂 A copy of Halo 3 and an extra Xbox controller
🏂 His phone & charger, he literally can’t live without his social medias

✔ All things winter (Snow, Boarding, Christmas, Hot Cocoa, etc.)
✔ Chilling out (Smoking, video games, movie nights, eating, etc.)
✔ Heavy music (Hardcore, nu metal, alternative, punk rock, grunge, etc)
✖ Cats, he’s allergic and he’s never met one that wasn’t an asshole
✖ Staying in one place for too long, he was born to travel and see the world
✖ School work, life behind a desk is just not for him

William Free was a very particular man. A businessman from Seattle, Washington, whose job oftentimes took him to major cities all around the globe. Being the particular man that he was, William always travelled in the same exact way. The same airports, same airlines, always first class, and always the third row seat on the right. This routine led to Bill encountering many of the same flight attendants and, over time, one in particular caught his eye. A striking blue-eyed brunette by the name of Annalise Becker, although her last name wouldn’t remain Becker for long. After a dozen or so shared flights and conversations, Bill had asked Anna on a date. After a year of courtship, he proposed, and a year after that, they were married. Annalise had become a flight attendant because of her love of travel. While Bill was a bit of a square, Anna was an adventurous free spirit. One would not expect such a pair to work, but they balanced each other out perfectly. Somewhere in between their travels from Seattle and abroad, the couple conceived their first child, Desmond. Des’ younger sister, Deidre, was born two years after that.

The Free children grew up together, bonding over their close age up until the point where boys and girls decide that they can no longer stand each other. The children also, more often than not, were raised by a nanny or their grandmother. William Free remained a workaholic even after starting a family, and both parents were often travelling to different countries for work, sometimes for extended periods of time. The only time of year that the family had guaranteed quality time together was for the holidays, which is why Desmond is so fond of that time of year.

Once Desmond was old enough to be somewhat self-sufficient, he started joining his parents (mostly his mother) on their trips abroad, when he had time off of school. As it turns out, Dezzy inherited his mother’s love of travel and adventurous heart. If he had gotten the chance to spend more time with her, he probably would have become one hell of a momma’s boy growing up. Desmond was always interested in snowboarding, but it wasn’t until he went on a trip to Switzerland that he really got a hungry passion for it. He started filming himself, or asking his mother to film him, or even some random passerby that he promised ski lodge food in return for filming him… and the rest is history.

Dez hopes to make a name for himself as a snowboarder, go pro, and hopefully make it to the big leagues — the winter olympics. He’s well on his way there, in his opinion. His mother supports his dreams while his father thinks he should have a more practical and financially stable plan for the future. His father’s thoughts and opinions have become much more vocal now that Des is in his senior year and hasn’t picked a college to attend (because he doesn’t plan to go). As such, tensions have been at an all time high, and Desmond has chosen to spend his first Christmas away from his family by attending this camp. If he ignores his problems at home, maybe they’ll just go away. One can hope.

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