Camille is the kind of person that always tries to remain optimistic and keep her spirits up. She often has an opinion to add or suggests things in order to help out others, mostly because she believes that people shouldn't spend their life worrying. Oddly enough, this mentality doesn't seem to apply to herself as she can be insecure at times. Having said that, she speaks with a bright smile on her face and she doesn't believe in sitting around waiting for something to happen. She prefers moving around constantly and giving her best in whatever she's doing.
❖UNFORGIVING
While kind, she has an unforgiving side to her. Camille is quick to snap if someone messes up, but attempts to keep it from appearing. It takes a few moments but she can get herself to forgive the mistake and move on, maintaining her cheery outlook and positive attitude. The moments where she is most harsh would be the ones where she is betrayed or lied to in some way. Believe it or not, she's the type to hold grudges for a very long time and it takes great effort to earn back that trust. She doesn't take promises lightly; lying to her can be one of the worst things you could do to incur her wrath. If necessary, she will do everything in her ability to get revenge and pay it back in tenfold. Her anger is a sight to behold, but from a very far distance.
❖INSECURE
Despite her cheerful demeanor, her insecurity often gets the better of her. She's optimistic about everything except when it comes to herself. She spends a lot of time worrying about how she appears to others or whether or not she's doing a good enough job, among several other things. It's a hard concept for her to simply be satisfied with how she is already. Camille tends to get paranoid and feel that no matter she does, she'll continue to be ridiculed. She always wants to be the best she can be, but part of her thinks that she'll never get there. This insecurity can make her quick to lash out if she gets pushed too far and feels threatened in her safety of mind and body.
❖AFFECTIONATE
Camille is a very affectionate person and she isn't afraid to show it. She is quick to latch onto anyone, usually someone that she's familiar with, and has an affinity for public displays of affection. That doesn't mean she goes around kissing everybody, but she is a notorious hugger who has a hard time letting go. She enjoys giving a pat on the back or a high five to people and it only serves to promote her image as a bright and happy person. Of course if someone is uncomfortable with it then she holds back, but that's reserved for people she doesn't know well. Anyone that's friends with her knows what's coming and try as they might, she does her best not to let anyone escape. These are not only the ways she expresses herself, but they ways she tries to make herself feel more secure and safe. This would also be one of the reasons why she is so unforgiving when it comes to betrayals. If she is offering her affection to someone and it isn't accepted, that's totally fine. However, if it was accepted and welcomed but she still ended up being hurt in the end through their deceit, she had no reason to continue offering her kindness.
It all began on that snowy day of January, when the snowflakes piled high and snowmen of every shape and size dotted the land. This day welcomed the birth of a lovely young child by the name of Camille Lumen. She was of a single parent, a dad who worked long hours in order to support her. He hired a nursemaid to take care of her and while Camille knew that this lady wasn't her mother, she treated her like she was. Her fondest memories would be of the nursemaid who kept her safe and warm, who made sure she ate her vegetables and apologized when it was needed. It wasn't long before she grew up to be a polite, but adventurous kid that had a strong sense of justice. She enjoyed acting as a hero that would keep the peace until her dad was able to come home in the late evening. As much as she adored her nursemaid, her father would always be number one in her heart. He read her bedtime stories and tucked her in at night, making sure to leave the nightlight on to chase away any monsters that threatened her sweet dreams. It was a blessed childhood, one reminiscent of warmth along with a multitude of hugs and kisses. Innocent as she was, it would all end at some point and with her it started with her first love.
It was at age seven that Camille felt she had found true love. Obviously, this wasn't the kind of crushes you get on boys that would fade within weeks. It wasn't a stupid crush, she knew in her gut that he was the one and there would never be another. If only it had been the same for him. His name was something generic, so generic that the name now slips through the cracks of her memory, but he had the cutest smile. His eyes would light up whenever they got dismissed for recess and he would rush out of the classroom to make sure he made use of every minute. While he wasn't the most popular of kids, he never failed to try his hand at every single girl there was in his class. It became something of a joke and no one took him seriously, but there was one person who stood there waiting for her turn to come around. The moment he got down on one knee and took her hand, she urged him to stand up before kissing him square on the lips the only way a seven year-old kid knew how.
This relationship lasted about a week, filled with teasing from their peers and teachers. Her father almost had a heart attack when he heard from Camille that his baby girl was already dating some frivolous boy at age seven. It was a good seven days that they had but it all ended at 2:40 pm on a school day, when she and practically every other person in her grade witnessed him confessing to another girl. The girl in question was a quiet, meek girl who didn't stand out much, a contrast to the loud and energetic Camille who had a significantly larger presence. She swore she could hear a piece of her heart break off and fall to the pit of her stomach. "What are you doing? Aren't we dating?" she questioned him in a shaky voice, not sure whether to get angry or break down and cry. "Who would ever actually confess to you? It was a joke, you didn't have to take me seriously like that." After those words, he turned to face everyone else and yelled as loud as he could. "This girl here is my new girlfriend!"
It was rainy that day when she walked home alone, dripping wet by the time she reached her doorstep.
That event had changed how the other kids had thought of her. It was a hard time for her, having people gossip about what had happened behind her back as if she couldn't hear. She wasn't really sure but she got hints here and there that there were rumours circulating about her. It didn't even matter how absurd and untrue they clearly were, they remained and soon became the truth that everyone accepted. Even Camille did. The ones who got her through it were, as always, her dad and nursemaid. They told her that she would find another person to love, that there was someone more deserving of her. They held her close and argued with the parents who were allowing this to happen. She recovered enough to return to normal schooling after a couple of months, and that was also the moment she knew what she had to do. It was while he was laughing with his friends about that poor girl from a while back he had 'dated'. Taking a deep breath before stepping up to him, she grabbed him by the shoulder and punched him square in the mouth with as much force as she could muster. He had cuts that hurt whenever he tried to eat for at least a week, and she laughed the whole time.
Camille had always wondered why her nursemaid couldn't just be her mother. She could tell that the way her nanny's eyes looked when Dad came into the room was of love. It was kind of like how her dad would sometimes look at her, but also different. When she was nine, she brought up the idea with but the nursemaid only sighed heavily and shook her head. Apparently to her, Camille's father was a long ways away, caught up with someone else though she hadn't a clue who. The day that her true mother came back was also the day her nursemaid left. Naturally there were excuses for why she was never there, why she wasn't there when she felt broken and why she had never held her as a baby. None of them were ones she could accept nor listen to. After so long, how could this foreign woman force out the mother that she had always known and expect to be adored? Why wasn't she and her nursemaid good enough for her father? It was the only family she had ever known and while it wasn't perfect, it kept her heart warm. It was a betrayal to her and before she knew it, she was out the door and running off to anywhere but her house. She spent the night on a playground, falling asleep with the chilly winds of autumn still blowing. By the time she had come to her senses and thought about how her father might've felt, her father and 'mother' had left. Escaped off into the night or was abducted by aliens, she wasn't sure why or how but they were gone. A note was left, scribbled hastily in her beloved father's handwriting. "I love you. Be well. I'm sorry." Beside it was a pile of cash.
Perhaps the Future Pharmaceutical Company was the cause of it, but they most certainly were the reason for her own abduction a few days after the disappearance of her parents. It was a terrifying experience, to be pulled out of her own house and subdued through force. She had so many questions but no one was willing to answer them, as they shut her up and injected a tranquilizer into her so she would stop resisting. It only took a few seconds before her body went limp and she faded out of consciousness.
The rest of her stay with the FPC was utterly miserable. The procedures and experimentation and everything about it sent chills down her spine. Normally a bright person who tried to keep the mood up, she would have to be brought to the lab screaming and wailing or otherwise sedated. It was enough to break her spirit, to make friends and then see them die from the very same treatment she was receiving. Why was it that she survived but the others hadn't? Were they lucky to have died instead? The pain and pure fear that came from these tests were unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her mentality grew increasingly unstable the longer she stayed there and even the 'cool' new power she had received meant nothing to her. Nothing was worth being treated like she was a disposable, one that might wear out its use. In 2063, she managed an escape with the help of the older Taints and fellow younger Taints. Most of it was a blur for her but she still remembers it as one big rush of adrenaline, powered by the will she had to live and the fear of remaining there any longer.
╰ ▪▪ 「LIKES
❖ SINGING ❖ SWEETS ❖ PUNS ❖ HUGS
╰ ▪▪ 「DISLIKES
❖ DECEIT ❖ CHOCOLATE ❖ RAINY WEATHER ❖ CROWDS
╰ ▪▪ 「FEAR
❖ KATAGELOPHOBIA - FEAR OF RIDICULE ❖ NEEDLE PHOBIA - GENERALLY, FEAR OF MEDICAL PROCEDURES REQUIRING NEEDLES
retrieve previous memories from beings/objects
this can involve historical memories or sensations
knowledge can be gained from objects involving the maker of the object, past users as well as what it was involved in obtain the general history of a living being, e.g. a human
Cannot:
read the emotions or thoughts of living beings throughout their history
❖POWER STRENGTHS
There are many ways that this power may be utilized but the main ways that Camille uses are:
learning skills or abilities through objects/people, e.g. how to use a gun, the ability of accurate aiming observing the health status of a being, e.g. discovering injuries or serious medical problems gain information of activity or history of an object/being, e.g. who was on these stairs, where did they go, what they did at this location recall memories of recent corpses, from a few moments up to a few minutes prior to their death
❖POWER WEAKNESS
Used sparingly and for small tasks, Camille's power can last her a long time without tiring her out. Learning what happened a moment ago is much less taxing than looking far back into the past to see what happened. Vague sensations or thoughts often occur when using her power, as opposed to a clear image that plays out like a scene. The clarity of the image or scene will depend on her mental state and fatigue. If she feels awake and calm, her powers will be the most effective. Her power is limited to touch and smell, as in she will only gain knowledge of her surroundings if she goes around physically touching them. Smelling the air can also trigger a scene but very rarely. For an example of her limits, she can see moments that last no longer than a couple of seconds several times throughout her day without problem. Her powers are difficult to use on new objects that don't have a very strong history engraved in them yet. They also may fail when used on beings that are unwilling to be subjected to her power and resist against it. Most of her skills/abilities gained from psychometry last her an hour to a week. The more difficult a skill is to pull off, the shorter it lasts her. At the end of that period of time, her ability will vanish and she will have to gain it back again through use of her power.
Appearance: As indicated in pictures
Height: Five feet three inches
Weight: One hundred and twenty-three pounds
Miscellaneous facts:
can actually sing pretty well hair was actually a light brown before experimentation can manage cooking simple dishes, anything beyond that would be burnt to oblivion thinks she has a decent sense of direction (but really does not)