*I'd like to post for another character, a male, if you don't mind. If you do mind, I can just delete it. Here is a profile:
Name: Samuel Allen Miller
Nicknames (If Any): Sam or Sam-I-Am, usually just Sam
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Written Appearance: Sam has medium brown hair, with sort of a dull, grayish luster to it. His skin is pretty average in tone, with a teensy bit of acne in the forehead area, miraculously covered with curly bangs. His eyes are big and dark, with long girly lashes. He has a hearing aid in his right ear, due to a slight deafness. His teeth are white, his smile wide and goofy. Sam is built stocky but not really fat, a little bit taller than average. He can always be found in a pair of jeans and a funny t-shirt, usually something with a Charlie Sheen quote or marijuana leaf. He's just that kind of person.
*Still can't figure out how to insert a picture.
Personality: Sam is a smart kid. People always look at his hearing aid and think he is slow, but that's not the case. He loves to read, anything from Mark Twain to James Patterson, and his grades are generally A's. He's a quiet guy, often caught in his own world. He doesn't play any sports, but he rides his bike and likes to swim. He's a bit depressed, though, trying to figure things out (see history), and he's an occaisonal pot user. He also has stolen alcohol on more than one occaison. But he's just kind of misunderstood. At times, he can have a temper, but for the most part, he's just laid-back, albeit a bit over-studious.
Strengths: Sam is an out-of-the-box thinker. Though he is not particularly talented in the art or music or sports departments, he is pretty creative when it comes to science. He is good at building things, and he hopes to one day be an engineer. In addition to this, he is a strong swimmer, smart, well-read, and good at getting out of work.
Weaknesses: Sam isn't great at sports. He's not particularly fat, but he's not in great shape either. He only exercises when he wants to, and he's a big eater. In addition to this, he has a bit of a temper, is kind of a loner, and has a tendency towards laziness.
Likes: Sam likes books. Cats. Booze. Weed. Legos. His slightly younger sister, Kim. Chocolate. Star Wars. Let's face it, he's a dork at heart.
Dislikes: Being teased. Chores. His step-father and step-brothers. Being deaf. The Bush Administration. Hunting. Football players. Cops. What he hates most is work.
History: Sam's childhood wasn't the best. When he was three, a failed tube-surgery in one of his ears resulted in slight deafness. He eventually recovered from this and even did really well in school, but all went downhill when he caught his mom in an affair with another man. By the next year, the two were married, his dad living across the country. Lilian (13 at present) and Sam hate their step-father and step-brothers, Ian (16) and Kevin (13). After catching him breaking into the wine cooler, his mom and step-dad sent Sam to Silver View as a punishment.
Up for Love: Yeah. He's not exactly a charmer, though.
Other: Sam snores loudly and has a pet tiger cat named Athena, who he must leave behind to Lilian's care, to his despair.
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"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known..." A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens.
Paintingtherain97: How to insert a picture - when you are writing a post, see all those buttons right above the text box? One of them says Img. Click is and this wil show up => in between the two inner brackets, you paste a link of a picture.
Nickname(If Any): Midnight (reasons will be explained later)
Age (13-17): 16
Gender: Female
Written Appearance: April-May is an average height girl with long blond hair. Her original hair colour is ginger but she gets it dyed as often as possible. April-May is naturally beautiful but can't live without make-up on her face. She has a perfect figure, curves and all, because of all the diets she undergoes. She has large blue eyes that she lines with mascara and eyeliner, and a heart-shaped mouth; she has perfect manicured hands and feet and a nose piercing.
Personality: April-May is basically your average girly-girl and a real material and superficial girl. She fulfils all the rich blonde stereotypes: she hates getting dirty, doesn't make efforts and is really spoiled. She almost always gets what she wants and when she doesn't she becomes a real nightmare. Also, she is a flirt. And again, she is used to getting all she wants - boys are no exception. At first, when people meet her, she seems like another 'blonde bimbo' but she is really intelligent and can get really bitchy (sorry for the word). She has a hidden personality: kind, smart and quite determined to make a difference in the world but her reputation as the popular blonde b**** has led her to keep this side of her away from everyone else.
Stregths: Her biggest strength is thinking differently. She has an abstract mind and is inventive, but this is part of her hidden side. She can be pretty heroic at times -- especially when it comes to her little sister whom she loves even more than herself but doesn't really show it.
Weaknesses Her biggest weakness is letting people do everything for her. In her 'outer' personality, she is pretty lazy and acts on what people think. This is another weakness because she lets her reputation control her life.
Likes/Dislikes: She loves her daddy, shopping, boys, her 'BFFs', her car and make-up. She hates people who don't listen to her, tomboys, dirt, sweating, sports in general and not being able to go out with her friends.
History: April-May was born on the 30th of April at 11:59 PM which is where her name and nickmame come from. Her mother died when she was 14 and that's when this whole new personality came out. She became sweetly insolent to her father who doesn everything she asks or gets everything she asks for. She had had a really close relationship with her sister, whom she would do anything for but after the death of their mother, she saw her as a menace from getting what she wanted and they grew further apart. She was sent to the camp by force by her father who had been advised by his mother (April-May's grandmother) that she was getting too spoiled and needed to learn good manners and how to live without all the priveleges she had.
Up For Love? Always. She might try to flirt with about all the boys at the camp, so beware.
when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams
Written Appearance: He’s always dyed his hair blond, and never put much effort into looking neat. His eyes are blue (like in the picture).
Picture (Do not put this in a spoiler - it's important too!)
Personality: He is generally a very social person, always very chatty and energetic. When it comes to girls, he’s very flirty but doesn’t take the idea of love seriously. Commitments are a lost concept to him, and he’s not the most reliable when it comes to keeping promises.
Stregths/Weaknesses:
Strengths- He’s always very energetic, and likes to make light of things.
Weaknesses- He’s not trustworthy, and has trouble taking things seriously.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes- Socialization, having fun, avoiding work.
Dislikes- Serious situations, quiet people, girls that respond well to his flirting.
History:
He was born in a small town in New York, moving to a larger town when he was 7. When he moved, he became pretty materialistic and disobedient. His parents, after an incident with a teacher, decided to send him to the camp to reconnect him with his small-town roots.
Up For Love?
Real love, good luck. But fake love, sure, he’s all for it.
Other:
N/A
Full Name: Amelia Lillian Wren
Nickname(If Any): Amy (sometimes Ames)
Age (13-17): 15
Gender: Female
Written Appearance:
She has brown hair, and brown eyes. Her hair is usually just as it is, but when she gets bored she braids it or puts it in a ponytail. She doesn’t put in a ton of effort when it comes to appearances, and focuses on her clothes more than her hair. Her nails are stubs, as she has a bad habit of chewing her nails.
Picture (Do not put this in a spoiler - it's important too!)
Personality:
She’s really quiet normally, but will talk if approached. And of you carry on a conversation, she can talk and talk and talk. She doesn’t like a lot of company, the less people around, the better.
Stregths/Weaknesses:
Strengths- She doesn’t mind repetitive tasks, and never really gets lonely.
Weaknesses- She’s a bit awkward, and physically isn’t much at all.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes- Poetry, animals, nature in general.
History:
She grew up pretty normally, until her parents got divorced. Her mother married a man with three younger kids that Amy just hated. She chose to go to the camp instead of going to a cabin in Canada with everybody, to avoid the whole ‘cramped with people she hates’ thing.
AHH. I did not see. May I still join? Pretty please? If mine makes too many I'll delete it.
Full Name: Marcel Vance Brooks
Nickname:If one, Cel.
Age (13-17): 16
Gender: Male
Written Appearance:Marcel has hair that would be a dull light brown normally, but he dyes it black with red. He's about 5'10" and quite skinny. He has a lip ring on the left side. His left arm is covered in old scars, but he's rarely in a short sleeved shirt.
Picture: **With red in the hair, though. Personality: Ah. Marcel is not a pleasant person. He's a perpetual pessimist. He is constantly sarcastic and does not hesitate to be cruel. He is prone to anger, but fuming, frustrated anger as opposed to full blown yelling. Marcel is not shy, but he views others often as not worth talking to.
Stregths/Weaknesses: Strengths- He's tallish and his dark looks make him a bit intimidating. He's a terrible runner, but he has fantastic eyesight. He's ruthless with his words, and often knows just what to say to ruin someone.
Weaknesses- He gets angry often. He used to be severely depressed and bullimic, which tends to haunt him and come back. He is not afraid of people, but is generally bad at interacting in a group.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes- coffee, opera music, and the colour red.
Dislikes- most people, the colour yellow, and cows.
History: Marcel grew up an average middle class kid in New York. When he was 13, his dad left and his mom turned to cocaine. Marcel blamed himself and started sinking into depression. After a year of cutting himself and being consistently bullied, Marcel became bullimic and effectively shut himself into his own world of misery. When he was 15, Marcel attempted suicide but his mother found him. Not knowing what else to do, she sent him off to a group home, where he slowly stopped his self mutilation and bullimia. But, sick of the group home lifestyle, he sought out a gang. On his night of initiation, he was arrested and sent to the farm.
My family and I had spent almost three months getting ready for these new arrivals to come. Preparing the houses they'd stay in, the animals, the crops, the outhouses, etc. It added onto the work I normally had to do, but maybe it would be worth the company over the summer.
It's always just me, Mom, Dad, and Lola here. Except for the summers, when some other teens would come here.
Now, I rode down on my personal favorite horse, a beautiful chestnut colored girl I call Belle, to meet my family at the front to meet the newcomers. The bus to bring them here arrived, and they groggily filed off.
Climbing off of Belle, I let go of her reigns and tapped her side, signaling that she could leave. She headed off to the stable.
"Welcome!" My father said cheerily.
My mother continued, "Welcome to Silverview Farm, our home, and now yours for the summer. I am Mrs. Emma, this is my husband Mr. Tom, my daughter Lola, and my son Beau."
I nodded towards them with a smile, tucking my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
My father continued, "If you'd follow my son, he will show you to you housing. Leave your bags here, and my wife and I will take them up for you and, as stated in the letter, make sure nothing was brought that isn't allowed here."
The group reluctantly dropped their bags, some more than others, and I said to them, "Come on now, I'll show you to you houses."
Taking a piece of paper from my pocket, I unfolded it and looked over the list. Starting up the hill towards the cabins, I shouted, "Let's get started."
They followed behind, some muttering complaints, some being more open about them, and some saying nothing at all.
Now at the row of cabins, I turned to them and gave them a smile, looking down at my paper.
"In the far left, we have David Cress, Jackson Thomas, and Marcel Brooks . Beside that, we have Lance Edger and Samuel Miller. Next to that, we have Sophia Cole, Shaylynn Nichols, and April-May Wilson. Beside that, we have Sierra Marsh and Amelia Wren."
Folding up the paper and putting it into my pocket, I lifted my hat, ran my hand through my hair, and put the hat back on.
I then continued, "As you can see, the two houses for the males are in fact joined, as well is the females'. There is one door between the two, which we have left unlocked for you. This will make getting to know the others easier, same goes for doing work."
Taking a breath, I closed my eyes, a tad annoyed. The same thing every single year. Opening my eyes, I continued, "So go ahead in, get settled, your belongings will be brought shortly, get aquanted with one another. I'll come and get you for lunch and your orientation. See you all soon."
Pressing my tongue against my teeth, I let out a loud whistle, calling for Belle. She came running, recognizing my call.
"One last thing." I said to them, looking at the ground, then looking each of them in the eye. "I know most of you don't want to be here. I know some of you won't like the work we have to do. That you won't like living like this. Trust me, I know. I didn't like it at first either. But keep an open mind, and you just may learn to love it."
Turning to Belle, I climbed ontop of her and clicked my tongue, flicking the reigns simultaneously, and we were off.
*Okay! So everyone is going to get settled now, and I'll be back with Beau later to bring you to lunch! By the way, you'll find that some objects may be missing when you get your luggage. Like electronics, drugs, even toothpaste and toothbrushes. Most modern things, except your clothing and some books will be taken away. If you have any questions, PM me. Also, if you could all PM me your character(s) list of what is in their luggage, I will respond with what you are able to keep and what you are not XD Thank you, have fun!*
Your cabins are pretty small. It is a very open cabin - meaning everything is together in basically one room. There is a loft, where there are enough beds for each person - twin beds that is. Each bed gets a quilt, a sheet, and a pillow. Up there, there is barely enough room to move around. On the ground, we have a small living area, with a couch to fit two, and an arm chair.
Right beside that there are enough, small dressers for each person. Here, you can store clothes and knickknacks/whatever you want.
Beside the dressers, is a little glass cabinet. Which is empty. As time goes on, the Corran family will fill it with luxery items - like board games, knitting items, little games/toys, etc etc.
Across from this, there is a sink. Above the sink, there is a map of the farm nailed to the wall in a frame. There is also a key to the outhouses. There are two outhouses - one for guys and one for girls.
Things may be added over time, by the Corran family.
MARCEL I chewed my lip as I regarded the farm kid galloping off like some hothead cowboy. The stud still hurt from when the tattoo guy had stuck it with his rather unsanitary looking tool. I was not looking forward to "mingling". These weren't the sort of people I generally mingled with. Even better, judging by the reactions to the cabin placings, I was stuck with two cocky looking rich kids. I heart the open range. I scuffed my Vans into the dusty dirt, wishing to be anywhere but nowhere.
The girl standing next to me had some wicked pink hair. As a fan of colorful hair myself, I gave a small grin and said, "I like the pink," and motioned to her hair.
The boy, Beau, rode off on a horse, and I couldn't help but laugh silently to myself. He looked like a stereotypical farmboy from movies.
A boy beside me with dark black and red hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a lip ring and gave a small grin.
"I like the pink," He said, motioning to my hair.
Running my tongue over my snake bites, I pulled the right one into my mouth for a second - my bad habit. Realizing I was doing it, I let go and gave the boy a smile.
Motioning to his red and black hair, I said "Not bad yourself. Digging the lip ring, too."
Tucking my thumbs in the pockets of my dark skinny jeans, I gave a smile and said, "I'm Sophia - friends call me Sugar."
"Marcel." He said with a small smile.
Glancing over to my new cabin mates, I looked back over to Marcel, gave a soft smile, and started walking backwards as I said, "Well Marcel, I'll see you around."
Tucking my right snake bite into my mouth, I turned on the heel of my worn out, gray, hi-top converse and jogged up the three stairs that led to the cabin, pulled open the screen door, and skipped in to greet the people I'd be living with.
"Hey ya'll!" I said with a smile, waving to them, "I'm Sophia!"
"Hey, I'm Shay."
"April-May"
Jackson
First in the house, I beamed. With my giant family that takes up a ton of room, this was a luxery! Better than a hospital, too.
Two guys came in behind me, one with black and red hair coming in a little bit later than the other.
"Hey. I'm Jackson. And you guys are?" I said, a large smile on my face.
Sophia wandered off. Or Sugar, whatever her name was. Sugar. That sounded... ugh. Not pleasing. I shrugged my black jacket higher on my shoulders.
Everyone seemed to be wandering towards the cabins, so I followed slowly behind. Left with nothing better to think about, I contemplated getting a second lip stud. Snakebites, like the pink girl. Maybe spiderbites. Hmm.
I reached the door to the... cabin behind the blonde one. The guy with the dark hair gave us a huge grin, like this was a Hilton in Vegas. "Hey. I'm Jackson. And you guys are?"
I muttered my name, "Marcel. Denver." I didn't offer my hand or a smile. The space was tiny and cramped. I would literally be living on top of these two. Balls.
She has a couple gray pieces showing now
