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Location... Green cabin and afterward, the Dining Hall.
Interacting With... Ollie by text!

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A red Cavalier announced her entrance, the engine fair and healthy. She'd saved up so much money to get this. Her care for her very first car showed. There were traces of dirt from the roads on her way here, but the inside tidy and scented of teakwood and pear. She parked politely, not needing to poke over the steering wheel to see. Nervous, tired, she sat there a moment and let the engine run, fingers gently tracing the wheel. She looked to the rearview, studying herself a moment. Low had almost caved in and used, right before her time at Camp Liberty. The syringe was still on the floor of her bathroom, broken by her own boot. How many times she'd grilled herself on the drive was insurmountable. Reckless, the recovering addict almost ruined every last inch of progress she'd made over a 'bad day'.

Elowen turned her car off and opened the door, stuffing the key in pants pocket. She popped the trunk and locked the door, shutting that as she made her way to retrieve her things. A duffle, ratty, with a few stains and sewn rips was hauled out. It was the bag she brought yearly. It was just as safe as she felt here. Though there were unsavory people she'd spied walking around the grounds, each had their unique little life. And with that, the recovering girl was just fine. She pulled out her phone, cased to look like a black cat with sweet yellow eyes. There hadn't been any messages from Ollie, but they would start soon.

With one more bag hoisted over shoulder, she shut the trunk with a over-swing of long leg, regaining her balance before she walked to the cabin she'd been in nearly every year: Green. It looks like they'd done a bit more work around the buildings. A few more flowers, shrubs and a sapling off near the back. It would be beautiful after years went by. For now, it was as tall as she, its leaves would glimmer in the sun through the nearest window so that she might admire it. Watch me grow, she narrated with a quirk of lip.

She rubbed underneath her nose with a long, worn sleeve of an obviously adored plaid button up. She opened the door, wormed her way over to a comfortable looking bed and rested her things on top of it. The drive had been long, all the way from Troy, MI to California. It was a wonderful experience. The view was gorgeous – she couldn't wait to drive back. Gathering what she wanted to bring to the dining hall, she kept her phone, a chapstick, hand sanitizer in a cute, bat case and a small notepad with pen.

Low was four months free of addiction. In that time she had been able to save whatever money came her way. A long trip back and forth would absorb some of it, but she preferred it to flying. Being stuck next to a potentially sick stranger was not on her list of 'things I'd like to do'. Thoughts broke into fragments when she opened the door to the hall, greeted by the sight of faces both new and old and the traditional savory scent of breakfast.

The counselors took notice of her of course. The blonde thought that they had a list somewhere of 'high risk' campers. She knew that they were looking out for her which brought some relief. It was easier here. With no family at home, no friends... it was all up to her to keep above the waves. Here, it was a blessing to know that they had rules and restrictions. The world could have followed their example, but instead, much like a stubborn child it turned a blind eye to kids like her.

Breakfast was dished up and she sat down, flipping open the notepad to write down what she ate, who she was with (which was no one, currently), and how she felt. Her psychologist at home gave her a project to find out what made her most happy here. But she already knew the answer. It was her friend, Ollie.

An oddly colored head she did spy over near the entrance. It was her, undoubtedly!

Turning her phone over, she tapped the screen and sent a message:
To: Ollie K.
From: Low G.
Boo!

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Hooray for the start of the roleplay!

I changed my girl's appearance slightly. Her FC is Taylor Momsen now.
I had previously made gifs from a music video where I liked how they looked, but after a LOT of scrounging (at least two days worth) I couldn't find the actress in the video. At all.

So my profile for Low is updated again. c:

!Camp Liberty Relations!

Character Profile

{"Relapse, rehab, repeat, always thinking about me, me me."}

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⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies

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♫ O L L I E . K E L L E R ♫

"She's like soft morning dew, it glitters and evaporates but the memory is nothing but bliss."
_{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 entirely, glad to remain beside each other through thick and thin... with the occassional, mirthful moment where they can't catch their breath.}

☠ R I C H A R D . K I N G ☠

"A sore."
_{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.}

☯ C H A S E . J A C K S O N ☯

"What a peach. Its orient is to grow and grow. Sweet. Dedicated. A fraction of myself."
_{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.}

☯ M A L C O M . O K A D A ☯

"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..."
_{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.}

☮ S T A C E Y . H A M P T O N ☮

"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."
_{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.}

☯ C H R I S T I A N . B U R N S ☯

"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."
_{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.}

☮ S E B A S T I A N . R E Y E S ☮

"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."
_{They've helped each other on a few projects during their years at camp. There have been smiles, a few very, very 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).}

Symbol Here L I L L I A N . A S H B O U R N E Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Pending

☯ ☮ L E A H . W I L L O U G H B Y ☯ ☮

"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."
_{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...}

☯ C A S P E R . F A W N ☯

"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?"
_{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.}

☯ J E S S I C A . W I L S O N ☯

"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."
_{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.}

☮ K A T S U Y A . B O G D A N 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."
_{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.}

☮ C A S S A N D R A . S A N D E R S ☮

"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'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."}

☯ S A B L E . S A N T I A G O ☯

"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..."
_{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.}

☮ J A M I E . W O L F E ☮

"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."
_{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.}

☯ ☮ L U C A . C A R D W E L L ☯ ☮

"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."
_{Desperately on the verge of friends. Luca noticed that Low had issues and was smart enough not to badger her, but she just looks so hungry 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.}

☯ A L E X A N D R I A . N O V A K ☯

"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."
_{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.}

Symbol Here A L E X A . W I L D E Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

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I'm home! :3

edit: I added more to Low's profile.
I also have a relations sheet going if you want to swing something my way!

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Elowen Glass

Character Relations
_{“There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't because I thought I'd be happy alone.
It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart,
I might not make it. It's easier to be alone.”}
-Meredith Grey (Season 7, Ep. 22)

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T H E B A S I C S

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|Name|

Elowen Jane Glass

|Nickname|

"Low", rather, Lowe (snagged from her full name by her father).
She'd shortened it to Low after he passed.

|Birth Date|

July 5th, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Demisexual.
Needs a strong personal connection desire someone.

|Sexually Active|

No.

|Relationship Status|

Single, uncomfortable with the idea of dating.

|Role|

Team Member.

|Team Color|

Green.

A P P E A R A N C E

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|In Depth Appearance|

Appearances were everything. Elowen looked troubled and spelled the word where she walked. She was a black cat, a pariah of the human race. At least that's how she carried herself. Bleached hair was her crown, messy, full of pointless waves and curls. Underneath was an undercut with her true hair color which raced all the way up along behind her ears. Her brows were dark brown as the rest was meant to be, penciled and boldly shaped. Her eyes were smoke and blue, smudged and tired. Years of restlessness fell on her tall, leggy frame. Her weight not overly so, but hardly under. There were nicks, scratches and tattoos a plenty but no piercings to be seen.

Her hands were weathered with the long fingers of a violinist, a pianist. They were littered in rings and drawn on with heavy, dark inks. It wasn't uncommon to see a smudge or two on her otherwise pale and flaw-free face. No rosation, no freckles or blemishes.

|Clothing Style|

Her clothing is a myriad of bohemian and black and white. Largely layered, but not without taste. She wears a lot of shirts messily tucked into ratty shorts and large, high-waisted bell bottoms. Often found in plaid or solid, heavily-wrinkled button up shirts, sometimes floral or a thick morning sweater. Rumors are she has a few pairs of killer heels tucked in her suitcase but is most often seen in moccasins or simple hiking boots...

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

A tattoo of a plae deer's jaw at her rib, surrounded by shamrocks and clover colored from greens to deep purples. Has hints of drug abuse, faint scars and one rather large dent on the top of her hand (where they carved out infected, dying flesh in an emergency surgery). Surprisingly she has no piercings.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

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|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Stormy weather.
✔Warm drinks (coffee, tea, cocoa).
✔Quiet, quality time.
✔Cooler weather, the more layers, the happier.
✔Tattoos.
✔Being right.
✔Loud music.

✘Addiction.
✘Intimacy.
✘Competition.
✘Empathy/Sympathy.
✘Country music.
✘A particular shade of green.
✘Anyone without some type of remorse.

|Hobbies|

1. Abstract painting, mostly with her hands. She loves to smear paint absolutely everywhere on a canvas.
2. Nature-scrounging. Walks, collecting, cataloging. She has a few books that pertain to bird watching and tracking.
3. Cloud-watching, especially on rainy days.
4. Crafts, she loves to cut and paste just about anything, sew anything, etc!
5. Cleaning. She finds it therapeutic to scrub the dishes or clean the floors.

|Habits|

1. Nail-picker. Does not bite, but will trace underneath her nails for any grime.
2.Constant pacing, unable to stay still for long. Always needs to be doing something.
3.Jaw clenching/teeth-grinding.

|Fears|

☠Going back to that deep dark place she'd dug herself into.

☠Any type of medication.

☠Having no one to rely on.

☠When she is unable to do anything in a situation but run.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

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|Personality|

Incomplete ♦ Restless ♦ Curious ♦ Stressed ♦ Sensitive ♦ Damaged

Glass has always been a child in need of care and guidance. The last time she'd been on her own she developed a few reckless, nasty habits that she is still battling her way through. With her recklessness comes a restless behavior that bears constant pacing, fidgeting and the need to keep her hands busy. Low is the type for volunteer work, asking all the right questions until the job is done. That being said, Low has excellent work ethic. Of course... teamwork was never her forte. She'd much rather go it alone once assigned.

She's been at the camp year after year, rarely noticed beyond the counselors and a fairly keen camper or two. She's always been shadow-bound, not shy but an introvert of peculiar class. It is with bonds that she comes crawling out of the woods, able to spare energy saved for those she thinks worth the time.

She has an anxiety about her where she feels that whatever she does is not enough. That her presence is more of a burden than a blessing. It isn't something that she voices often. Her insecurities are tucked away until she reaches a breaking point - which is an issue she is still working to this very day. Whether it's tears, harsh words or fiercely backing away, the recovering addict finds a way to distance herself and repossess the situation. In time, she does come back to the matter and might follow up with an apology. This, again, is in her own way. Not uncommon, but unusual and to be accepted with careful consideration.

Glass is a woman who knows there is something missing in her life, and almost wanders like she too is incomplete. The bleached gal is the type to wander into people, things and bounce off into nothingness. She seems to surge forward from this though in close company, somewhere more secluded and linear. It isn't her heart aching for romantic connection, rather, it searches for a like mind to swim beside on a quiet, starless night where they might ache together.

|Place of Origin|

Troy, Michigan.

|History|

Low grew up in a troubled home with a father who always fought bankruptcy. Her mother had fallen to her own addiction (which she found out later), but her father had simply said that she ran away never to be seen again. It caused an early struggle between dependency and independence. She'd ran from home three times before the age of nine, shacking it at the train tracks, with the homeless who insisted that she shouldn't be out if she had a home. Low always returned though, to a father who seemed to have cleaned his act up if only to get her back. It never lasted long.

Her father, Judas, had never been skilled at saving money, the man never felt the need. It put the true meaning of struggle in her life. While her father had benefits brought on by the state, he struggled to use it for the right things often indulging in anything - everything unhealthy. As she grew Elowen withdrew, watching her father delve into drugs until she too went down that dark and dangerous path.

It was age thirteen that she tried her first drug. It was thirteen and a half when she became addicted to her first pill... and fourteen that she'd adopted more than a few dangerous hobbies. Low was not a party girl, she didn't thrash around with the junkies at the high school or sit with the popular girls. Rather, she swept in, gathered what she needed and went elsewhere to get high, forgetting herself in a boiler room, under a tree, at the car compound...

In high school, grading became more difficult. They kept introducing new techniques and learning styles for the children, rather than what they already knew. Her grades obviously suffered, she never made it into a healthy group of friends and her health and appearance were on a rapid decline. Her clothing was mismatched and torn, rarely washed and she never had money for lunch. An investigation brought on by the school exposed her lifestyle - how mistreated she was, the addictions she faced. She was pulled away and placed in a mental ward meant to help her fight her addiction in an enclosed environment. Staying there through her schooling, she'd gone to the camp yearly as a healthy exercise to reinvent herself...

But damage always takes time to heal. And before it gets better, it shows. It isn't beautiful, it's nasty.

|Extra|

She's a still-recovering drug addict. Since there are no drugs, the camp is her safe haven.

|Theme Song|

In Between – Beartooth
_{”Life just sucks when all you know is the bottom
It's not your choice, there's no escaping it
Get up and run as far as you can
Head to higher ground while there's a chance to live”}

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@HushedWhispers Here's my character. I hope everyone likes her. If not, I can always tweak her. c:

Elowen Glass

_{“There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't because I thought I'd be happy alone.
It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart,
I might not make it. It's easier to be alone.”}
-Meredith Grey (Season 7, Ep. 22)

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Elowen Jane Glass

|Nickname|

"Low", rather, Lowe (snagged from her full name by her father).
She'd shortened it to Low after he passed.

|Birth Date|

July 5th, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Demisexual.
Needs a strong personal connection desire someone.

|Sexually Active|

No.

|Relationship Status|

Single, uncomfortable with the idea of dating.

|Role|

Team Member.

|Team Color|

Green.

A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|

Appearances were everything. Elowen looked troubled and spelled the word where she walked. She was a black cat, a pariah of the human race. At least that's how she carried herself. Bleached hair was her crown, messy, full of pointless waves and curls. Underneath was an undercut with her true hair color which raced all the way up along behind her ears. Her brows were dark brown as the rest was meant to be, penciled and boldly shaped. Her eyes were smoke and blue, smudged and tired. Years of restlessness fell on her tall, leggy frame. Her weight not overly so, but hardly under. There were nicks, scratches and tattoos a plenty but no piercings to be seen.

Her hands were weathered with the long fingers of a violinist, a pianist. They were littered in rings and drawn on with heavy, dark inks. It wasn't uncommon to see a smudge or two on her otherwise pale and flaw-free face. No rosation, no freckles or blemishes.

|Clothing Style|

Her clothing is a myriad of bohemian and black and white. Largely layered, but not without taste. She wears a lot of shirts messily tucked into ratty shorts and large, high-waisted bell bottoms. Often found in plaid or solid, heavily-wrinkled button up shirts, sometimes floral or a thick morning sweater. Rumors are she has a few pairs of killer heels tucked in her suitcase but is most often seen in moccasins or simple hiking boots...

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

A tattoo of a plae deer's jaw at her rib, surrounded by shamrocks and clover colored from greens to deep purples. Has hints of drug abuse, faint scars and one rather large dent on the top of her hand (where they carved out infected, dying flesh in an emergency surgery). Surprisingly she has no piercings.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Stormy weather.
✔Warm drinks (coffee, tea, cocoa).
✔Quiet, quality time.
✔Cooler weather, the more layers, the happier.
✔Tattoos.
✔Being right.
✔Loud music.

✘Addiction.
✘Intimacy.
✘Competition.
✘Empathy/Sympathy.
✘Country music.
✘A particular shade of green.
✘Anyone without some type of remorse.

|Hobbies|

1. Abstract painting, mostly with her hands. She loves to smear paint absolutely everywhere on a canvas.
2. Nature-scrounging. Walks, collecting, cataloging. She has a few books that pertain to bird watching and tracking.
3. Cloud-watching, especially on rainy days.
4. Crafts, she loves to cut and paste just about anything, sew anything, etc!
5. Cleaning. She finds it therapeutic to scrub the dishes or clean the floors.

|Habits|

1. Nail-picker. Does not bite, but will trace underneath her nails for any grime.
2.Constant pacing, unable to stay still for long. Always needs to be doing something.
3.Jaw clenching/teeth-grinding.

|Fears|

☠Going back to that deep dark place she'd dug herself into.

☠Any type of medication.

☠Having no one to rely on.

☠When she is unable to do anything in a situation but run.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|

Incomplete ♦ Restless ♦ Curious ♦ Stressed ♦ Sensitive ♦ Damaged

Glass has always been a child in need of care and guidance. The last time she'd been on her own she developed a few reckless, nasty habits that she is still battling her way through. With her recklessness comes a restless behavior that bears constant pacing, fidgeting and the need to keep her hands busy. Low is the type for volunteer work, asking all the right questions until the job is done. That being said, Low has excellent work ethic. Of course... teamwork was never her forte. She'd much rather go it alone once assigned.

She's been at the camp year after year, rarely noticed beyond the counselors and a fairly keen camper or two. She's always been shadow-bound, not shy but an introvert of peculiar class. It is with bonds that she comes crawling out of the woods, able to spare energy saved for those she thinks worth the time.

She has an anxiety about her where she feels that whatever she does is not enough. That her presence is more of a burden than a blessing. It isn't something that she voices often. Her insecurities are tucked away until she reaches a breaking point - which is an issue she is still working to this very day. Whether it's tears, harsh words or fiercely backing away, the recovering addict finds a way to distance herself and repossess the situation. In time, she does come back to the matter and might follow up with an apology. This, again, is in her own way. Not uncommon, but unusual and to be accepted with careful consideration.

Glass is a woman who knows there is something missing in her life, and almost wanders like she too is incomplete. The bleached gal is the type to wander into people, things and bounce off into nothingness. She seems to surge forward from this though in close company, somewhere more secluded and linear. It isn't her heart aching for romantic connection, rather, it searches for a like mind to swim beside on a quiet, starless night where they might ache together.

|Place of Origin|

Troy, Michigan.

|History|

Low grew up in a troubled home with a father who always fought bankruptcy. Her mother had fallen to her own addiction (which she found out later), but her father had simply said that she ran away never to be seen again. It caused an early struggle between dependency and independence. She'd ran from home three times before the age of nine, shacking it at the train tracks, with the homeless who insisted that she shouldn't be out if she had a home. Low always returned though, to a father who seemed to have cleaned his act up if only to get her back. It never lasted long.

Her father, Judas, had never been skilled at saving money, the man never felt the need. It put the true meaning of struggle in her life. While her father had benefits brought on by the state, he struggled to use it for the right things often indulging in anything - everything unhealthy. As she grew Elowen withdrew, watching her father delve into drugs until she too went down that dark and dangerous path.

It was age thirteen that she tried her first drug. It was thirteen and a half when she became addicted to her first pill... and fourteen that she'd adopted more than a few dangerous hobbies. Low was not a party girl, she didn't thrash around with the junkies at the high school or sit with the popular girls. Rather, she swept in, gathered what she needed and went elsewhere to get high, forgetting herself in a boiler room, under a tree, at the car compound...

In high school, grading became more difficult. They kept introducing new techniques and learning styles for the children, rather than what they already knew. Her grades obviously suffered, she never made it into a healthy group of friends and her health and appearance were on a rapid decline. Her clothing was mismatched and torn, rarely washed and she never had money for lunch. An investigation brought on by the school exposed her lifestyle - how mistreated she was, the addictions she faced. She was pulled away and placed in a mental ward meant to help her fight her addiction in an enclosed environment. Staying there through her schooling, she'd gone to the camp yearly as a healthy exercise to reinvent herself...

But damage always takes time to heal. And before it gets better, it shows. It isn't beautiful, it's nasty.

|Extra|

She's a still-recovering drug addict. Since there are no drugs, the camp is her safe haven.

|Theme Song|

Cut The Cord – Shinedown
_{”'Cause agony brings no reward, for one more hit and one last score, don't be a casualty - cut the cord!”}

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Grier

[Room!]
In his room after the comment of plans... Grier had begun to concoct a soft perfume as a gift for Sophia @CandiBarr. He'd realized with some embarrassment that he was rude. This was the only way he could apologize. He avoided rose, jasmine and strong flowers. Instead choosing the most gentle of whispers, even going as far to incorporate what was like morning dew: a fresh blade of grass. The perfume would have to sit, but the mechanic was pleased, tucking it in a locked cabinet of many other creations.

It was a waiting game now, slowly drinking through his wine as he worked on projects both involving personal craft and the tavern itself...

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Finally getting to work! I'll have one up in the hour. c:

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Billsomething Not at the time... life is too busy for me to feel relaxed enough to draw... o:
Example, I drew that three weeks ago. Haven't done anything since.

CLOSED.

@Undine I'll be working on my character this afternoon when I get out from work.
It should be done in less than an hour. c:
No worries!