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High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

listen guys y'all might be fighting over the best team (i think???) but why dont we focus on the team that is definitely going to win no matter what this year

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@reiko AAAAAAAA yes he is super secretive. Like, extremely in denial about it even if people see it. If Alex starts pushing to know how it happened he may shut her out, spend less time with her, try to avoid the issue all together. As an abuse victim it was both extremely easy and extremely hard to leave home, and once he was able to break the fucked up cycle he was stuck in the back was really the only thing keeping him tied to his dad (also, said dad is probably on trial as the rp goes on FYI TO ANYONE WhO CARES IT MAY COME IN TO PLAY LATER WITH A CERTAIN SOMEONE ;D) but yeah, he probably just wants to forget about his wounds until they fade away. Alex asking him relentlessly about them would most definitely lead to a fight.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@SunsetWanderer MY CHI L D WELCOME BACK <3 <3

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@Lockerz

<sub>don't listen to @lovely complex

blue team all the way!!!!!!!!!</sub>

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

I'll be making a character for purple~~ a lovely lone-wolf-not-really type

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

_{finally added some themes for richie and god he's got the same music taste as me: utter calamity}

Feeling Himself

Summer Night – Grease | Emotional Anorexia – Svavar Knútur | Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms | Feeling Myself – Nicki Minaj ft. Beyoncé

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Location: 46 Park Point Drive, Apartment 2D
Interacting with: Jasper @lovely complex

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Midday sunlight was not what King wanted to wake up too. In fact, he didn't want to wake up at all after the night he had. And yet here he was, slowly sitting up in his messy bed, shifting away empty beer bottles that clanked and smashed against the floor as they toppled from his lap, forgetting whatever sad shit kept him up-- oh wait. King glanced down at the time on his phone, and there he saw the overflow of texts from home.

Mom and dad and sister, lined in blues and greens, letters spelling out words that he had no interest in reading. The threats from his father were nothing but white noise now, white noise he had tried to forget last night, and the rest were loving notes and monetary information and things King had heard numerous times before. Nothing new. He reached for one of the half-full bottles beside his bed, sipping and cringing simultaneously as a taste of bitterness and hopelessness coated his tongue.

"Yep, bad idea." He hissed, dropping the bottle back down as he rose and stumbled across his room towards the door, barely clothed and mostly hungover. A shower would do him good, especially if he planned to do something with the rest of his lovely day. King slipped through the halls of the apartment as quietly as his stumbling headache could manage, only freezing when he saw the familiar back of one of his roommates. In front of the fridge. Mumbling? Mumbling. King had a faint feeling that he did something wrong, but another pang of agony from his brow completely swept such things away, and he instead greeted who he assumed to be Jasper with a low groan and a wave of the hand.

King eventually found himself surrounded by nearly-sterile lights and the chill of under use despite the circumstances of the apartment. The bathroom was as neat as it could be when it housed three party-animals, and that was good enough for King. If he ever got annoyed with the mess then he could spend some time trying and failing to clean it, but right now he was content with wading through unfinished toothpastes and hastily unraveled toilet paper.

He flipped on the hot water before anything else, basking in the sudden warmth and steam that filled the room and coated all available surfaces as scalding water splashed against the shower's floor. Mist gathered around his head, chasing out the headache and replacing it with a groggy sleep-warmth that had evaded him moments before when he was still actually in bed. The shower itself was uneventful and boring, King merely washed and rinsed and repeated until he felt shiny and new, or, well, as new as someone like he could feel.

One starts to feel a bit lousy after so many nights of nothing but sex, alcohol, and shit club music, surprisingly. And that feeling never really goes away.

King stepped back into the main apartment with a towel around his waist and still no words to pass onto to Jasper. Another groan and frantic wave of the hand would suffice for now. The venture from the bathroom back to his room only took a moment, and though he saw his bed beckoning him again he shook off the grogginess in favor of staring out his window. New York City gleamed brightly in the afternoon light, glass building reflecting blue skies and yellow suns and shiny cars. Upper East Side was always kind of glowing with richness, but of course it would. Because it was New York, and because it was Upper East Side, where all the rich people went, King being one of them sadly. The world just worked like that, King decided, rich people go to rich places and bring rich things to make said rich place richer and that's just how things go and don't try to decipher such vast things while hungover, me-

King groaned and turned to snatch up his phone. Twitter and Instagram took up a few moments of his mundane morning/afternoon, quickly scrawling images and words that depicted the lives of others and he felt some brief sonder as he skated passed strangers to find childhood friends and actually-decent family members. Astrid King's familiar face smiled up at him from one particular Insta post, and with a smile that most wouldn't expect from King came and went as he liked it quickly and then continued down his dash. Once that got boring, however, he turned towards his closet and changed into something clean and probably-flanneled, and finally ventured out into the apartment with a smile that was only off set by his bleary eyes.

"Yo Jaaaay?" He called into the living space, blinking away dots of white as bright light faded into his vision. A usual wish to wander through the streets of New York tugged at his feet, leading him somewhat towards the front door, but he froze by the kitchen to call again, "Jasssssssssy? Hey, dude, got any pain killers?" The dull ache in his head would be an issue, especially since September brought out the east coast's sunny side. It would be best to hunt down his usually-drunk roommate for some hangover meds before heading out, probably.

But at the same time he had an inkling of a feeling to simply jump ship and run before something bad happened. What did he do last night, his mind wondered, and a sheepish, unassuming grin claimed his initial snark as he tried to retrace his steps.

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king is finished and added to the CS tab~ anyone looking to bang? cause he will do you no matter what ;;;;DDDD

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

King

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“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King
| Summer Night – Grease | Emotional Anorexia – Svavar Knútur | Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms | ***Flawless – Beyoncé ft. Nicki Minaj |

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|Name|

Richard Shannon King

|Nickname|

Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.

|Birth Date|

August 23rd, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

|Sexually Active|

Yes

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

Leader of Team Blue

|Years At Camp|

Four – He's been coming since he was fourteen

|Team Color|

Blue ba-by!

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|In Depth Appearance|

Pretty boys are always trouble. Always. Never trust their sly smirks and bright eyes and freckled skin. Ignore their tousled hair and slack stance and oh-so-stupid fashion sense. Pretty boys are always trouble. King is no exception to this rule. He holds an endearment for his own face because it is quite pretty. European influences blessed him with blue eyes, blonde hair, and bright (thought easily burned, blemished, and bruised) skin. In reality, King has quite the baby face, with wide eyes and thin lips and just the cutest nose around. Days spent working out and a strictly vegetarian diet keeps him trim and healthy, especially in the face area.

King is tall, standing about 6'1" when straight backed and confident. He likes to think he's just the right height, being able to both tower over people as well as meet the eyes of those higher than him with a mere crook of the neck. There is a confidence that comes with loving the way you stand or sit, with loving what you can see while walking through crowds. King experiences that feel more often than not, though there are times where his back can bend in worry and his eyes can only meet the ground. Anxious times, when the world is so small that he can't bare to look above and passed it. And when he experiences these bouts of depression and self-hate, King's normally loud and musical voice is nothing more than a dull whimper.

Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Below all those layers, however, lies King's first secret. Bruises and scars, now old and almost forgotten, run up and down his back like a galaxy. Dead colors, muted purples and greens and blues, stand out against the pale skin. The remnants of abuse. King is said to only fuck around with people at least half-clothed, and all those old scars are the reason why. He hates them, despises them more than anything else in the world, and when he catches a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror he can't help but shiver with rage and distaste and fear. The only past influence he really shows off would be the hideous scar of his left bicep. It has since faded to a white line over the years, but he still gets a bit anxious when people notice and ask about it.

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|Habits & Quirks|

♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Whistling, just out of the blue. He whistles really well and it's friggin' weird sometimes.
♞ Tapping his foot, fingers, banging his head, ect. (especially when hes around or writing music)
♞ Flirting. What? It can be considered quirky, especially to those who hate it.
♞ Cracking his knuckles, fingers, shoulders.. He can crack almost every part of his body and it's gross.

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Team spirit, he's a sucker for team work and those victory hugs after a game too.
✔Music in it's purest form. He'll listen to basically anything. His favorite artists currently are a few obscure indie bands and Nicki Minaj
✔Competition in all aspects. King's love winning, but they love the challange of winning even more.
✔Partying, drinking, being-a-general-frat-fuck-boy, ect.
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art and just has an uncontrollable hate/love for people as a whole
✔Nature. He has a secret journal where he keeps flower pressings. He isn't sure why he's so interested in flowers and leaves, it's just something he purely enjoys.
✔Dogs! Just... Dogs!
✘Anything that's as big as his pinky finger and has more legs than him.
✘Complete and utter darkness due to some sour childhood experiences.
✘Losing, he's a sore loser.
✘Storm clouds, rain, strong winds, cloudy days, anything that offers the threat of lightning and thunder.
✘Wishy-washy people, emotional people, people who won't follow his lead
✘"Prudes": people who shame him for wanting to have sex all the time
✘His father, for good reason.

|Fears & Phobias|

☠Thunder storms. Lightning is bright, tunder is loud, and it's all more powerful than he could ever be.
☠Superstitions, ghosts, urban legends, ect. It's from all those damn chain mails he got as a kid!
☠His abusive, pig-headed, asshole-ish father.

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|Good Traits|

♞ Charitable
♞ Romantic
♞ Hard-working
♞ Protective

|Bad Traits|

♞ Blunt
♞ Hot-headed
♞ Persistent (in the worst way)
♞ Utilitarian

|Personality|

King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He is a shameless flirt, one who finds joy in seeing others squirm in pleasure, and due to this practice he has become a rather gifted communicator.

King, however, considers himself to be bad at reading people. He never really got emotions, whether they were his own or someone else's, and due to this he often failed at taking others into consideration. King is honest to a fault and blunt as hell, especially when speaking to someone he loathes, though his rude (and often exaggerated) remarks are toned down in the presence of friends. He is needlessly spiteful, and can hold a grudge to the end of time if he so wishes. This trait was adopted by his pig-headed father, who is also the source of King's most deep rooted insecurities and fears.

His genius comes in the form of action. Though he is cunning enough to think on his feet, he relies on his sister tactical brain to make bigger calls and instead acts on her behalf. King trusts his body to get him through even the most strenuous of actions. To have so much trust in one's self may be a huge feat, and even for King he has trouble waking up loving himself, but thanks to that innate narcissism and wish to win he can pump himself up enough to fight on another day.

King is a leader with the wish to win in mind. He fight for the greater good of Team Blue while he is open to suggestions, any talk of losing will be met with a hideous glare and a snarky comment. He would even leave behind a team member if it meant the rest could go on winning. He cherishes those who look out for him above all else, however, and would gladly take a bullet for his dear friends if need be.

|Place of Origin|

Beverly Hills, California

|Background|

The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. Within those high walls in the garden he and his kid sister would play and chat and hide away from the woes of everyday life like they were in some kind of teen angst movie. It was perfect.

The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Victoria and Henry King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, one more so than the other. His mother was loving but hideously busy, and she often brought him candy or things she assumed he was interested in after days of being away. Henry turned into King's nightmare. His father became violent and abusive in King's seventh year of school, saying that he was 'knocking sense into him' after every small mistake King would make.

Basically, Richard was spoiled and beat to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. This was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right? Only winners get remembered.

Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since. There was something winning for himself, not his folks, that seemed to liberate the growing rage inside him. He became the real Richard King when he stood atop his first victory all those years ago. Sure, there have been some squabbles, but in the end Camp Liberty is King's safe place and he wouldn't have it any other way.

|Extra|

UH. ACTING IN MUSICALS?

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High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@flightless-angel-castiel@Fabricant451@lovely complex

I've found my people.

I'm a mixture of behind the scenes and on stage. For Oklahoma this year I was both onstage acting in ensemble and working on the back wall for art crew AND working on the lights for tech crew AND AND taking pictures for the music historian job I took for choir and boy oh boy I was so stressed but now I'm free for a bit so I can write again :DD

but I do have a competition coming up for the Oklahoma show and we have rehearsal for it today and I may die again