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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:12 pm
Here's and update...well, kinda...I'mma be moving around my files on photobucket, so my pic's probably won't be showing up anywhere once I'm done...But, I will fix them all...eventually...lol
EDIT: Done! xp
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 2:19 pm
I think i found my cure to writer's block -> http://yeahwriters.tumblr.com/
i think I'm in love!!!
also, my beautiful and amazing friend Ali is joining (: She went to my old school. and she's a great writer. Why she's not going to my current school i do not know... *shunAli, SHUNNN*
Nonetheless, i'm in a good mood now. (:
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:49 am
I got permission from dragonhealer to do what I did in the post! It's in a PM and if you wish to verify, I can send the PM over to you.
I feel so bad for Pan... crying But I'm pretty sure Martin just got himself noticed by Marcel. That won't be a pretty meeting either.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:54 pm
Thank you for telling me, fight seems do need that kind of conversation to be done well.
And Dragon, i just wrote all three of my post which have none of them noticing you... Since i didnt read anything before writing ... And, they leave the cafetria (at least Ayden and Bridge). But, ima have Randy intervien after Shauna responds.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:04 pm
Okay... I was hoping to get a little Ayden loven. But Randy is cool too.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:09 pm
I'm so late!
It kinda feels like the whole moment has completely left. Or at least close to it. Have to work on a good post....
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:21 pm
Finished! And yet I'm vaguely unhappy with it. Hmm...I'm probably just being all OCD....
Either way, there you go.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:23 pm
So um, Randy doesnt owe favors.. He gives, but never ask. So, could you expand on what Polly did for him, since its against his personality to ask for any help.
Polly would be more like "wanna help me" or something, maybe in a cooler way.
And that sounded really snobby, I didnt mean it that way, i just don't know how else to word it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 8:50 pm
I hope you're happy Shauna - you got to meet Martin! If not in the way we'd hoped.... sweatdrop I'm really curious as to how Andee's gonna react.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:35 pm
Yes, yes I am happy! xp
And I posted, so you can read how she reacts!
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 2:22 pm
.::The Cheshire Cat ::.  b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n Hello, My name is
I Have Been on this Earth for About
I am of the
I'm staying in dorm number
I'm currently enrolled in grade number
c o l o r m e p r e t t y
How I Normally Look
Cameron’s most prominent feature is his mischievous, I-know-something-you-don’t-know grin. His lips are full and a hue of rose petal pink, no thanks to a tube of lipstick (which he is rather proud of). His eyes are the shade of the sky on a cloudless day, and more often than not have a whimsical glint to them. They are surrounded by thick, dark lashes that only aide in emphasizing how bright his eyes are. His eyebrows are arched and on the thicker side, thinning out towards the end. His layered brunette hair barely brushes his shoulders, his bangs framing his face and frequently obscuring his vision. He will jump at the chance to claim that he couldn't possibly care less about the state his hair is in, though if one were to go by his reaction whenever someone ruffled it, it would be evident that he is in denial.
He stands at five foot six, and weighs in at a whopping one hundred and thirty pounds, earning him dignified nicknames such as “half pint” and “shortcake” from the student body. His ivory skin makes him appear as if he’d never seen the rays of the sun in his life, which isn’t entirely true – he just prefers the dark of night is all.
Despite his overall itty bitty stature, he has managed to maintain a decent build from routine activities such as gymnastics and ballet, the latter of which he uses as an excuse to traipse around in stereotypical ballerina wear.
His wardrobe choices typically range from long-sleeved button up shirts, vests, cardigans, v-neck shirts, the occasional flannel shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, and tailored pants, accompanied by his trusty pair of black Converse. He tends to stick towards the cooler shades of the color spectrum when it comes to his clothes, mostly various shades of blue, gray, black, and white. He keeps a thin silver chain ornamented with a pendent of a crescent shaped grin, wrought in such a fashion that it was obviously meant to symbolize the infamous Cheshire Cat.
Fairytale Appearance
Cameron's fairytale appearance is made up of simple, form fitting clothing so as to properly enable him for his role as a crafty cat. He dons a long-sleeved shirt, two undershirts, fitted pants, gloves, and boots.
The body of his shirt is decorated by thick light pink and purple stripes, while his sleeves are a solid shade of purple, much like his pants. The two undershirts he wears layer over each other, the first layer a shade of hot pink while the second layer is the same light pink color on his long-sleeved shirt.
His boots and gloves are hot pink as well, the latter of which have been made to look like paws. Equipped with retractable claws, the purple pads on the palms of his gloves conceal a button that can be used to either retract the claws or bring them out.
The focal points of his attire are his synthetic ears and tail, which are painstakingly wired into his nerves in order for them to move in accordance with his emotions. Predictably, he can't stand the artificial extensions, not only because of the suffering he has to endure when they are being attached, but because his feelings are on display for the world to see with a flick of his tail or a twitch of his ears.
As far as cosmetics go, he wears bright yellow contacts with slitted pupils, and molded fangs to draw attention to his canines.
y o u o u g h t t o k n o w
How I am
Cameron is rather insightful about what’s going on around him and keeps tabs of everyone, no matter how bleak and uninteresting they may prove to be. It’s easier than one may expect, due to the always brimming rumor mill and overzealous gossipers of the school halls. He tends to keep to himself when he’s in the presence of those he does not particularly care for and will try to slip away at any given chance.
Because his character is neutral, he can easily go from chatting up one side of the moral compass to the other. He doesn’t care about others’ titles, and instead prefers to find out for himself if they’re actually cut out for the role. It’s a hobby, really, befriending the other students and finding out what makes them tick. Despite the tidbits of information he obtains that could completely crush any given hormonal teenager if word got out to the ruthless public, he would never sell anyone out unless it benefited him. Losing someone’s trust is a rather dramatic situation (on the others' part, that is – he finds it amusing that they would make such a big deal out of it), so why should he go through such tedious matters unless he gets something out of it?
In his generous moods, he can give some damn good advice to those who are in need of it. However, he could just as easily talk them in circles for his own amusement, leaving them more confused and frustrated than they were before they sought his help. It all depends on his unpredictable moods, but more often than not he’ll give you the slightest indication of the answer to your problem. Though, you may have to mull over his cryptic choice of words for a while before you’re actually able to understand what he was trying to convey.
Cameron is a huge tease, and flirts shamelessly with whoever he pleases, whether they are in a committed relationship or not. He does it all in good fun and isn’t meant to be taken seriously, but he doesn’t mind if they play along and he gets a few kisses out of the deal.
For personal reasons, Cameron doesn’t go around picking fights purposely. If he’s pushed anyone over the edge, he immediately launches into an apology in an attempt to smooth things over. It’s not that he thinks he won’t win – depending on who he's up against, he would probably be able to take them out without too much struggle -, he just doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary problems for himself. But, if worst comes to worst, he can always take advantage of his vanishing act that he’s only been taking classes in for the past three years and lay low until things cool down.
Though he always puts himself first as a result of his ‘if-you-don’t-look-out-for-yourself-no-one-will’ mentality, he cares a great deal about his friends, more so than he’d like to admit, and would do just about anything for them. After all, how are you supposed to help someone else when you can’t even help yourself? He would like to think his selfishness is not in vain.
How I came to be
Cameron was the unfortunate result of his father's, Ronald Jones, one night stand with a sleazy woman by the name of Cherry Acres he was seeing behind his obliviously faithful wife's, Angela Jones, back. Cherry was not aware that she was carrying Cameron until it was much too late to have an abortion – he was almost fully developed, and she was going to have to give birth to him whether she liked it or not.
Once they were discharged from the hospital a few days after Cameron was born, Cherry, rather than mercifully putting him up for adoption, instead opted to hunt down Cameron's miscreant of a father to dump their newborn child unto Ronald's family. His beautiful, functioning family, who had yet to find out about his affairs with other women, much less that one of them had bore one of his children.
The wool Ronald had pulled over Angela's eyes with ease had been violently discarded as Cameron's mother barged into their home, uninvited and unwelcome, and screamed a few obscenities before promptly shoving Cameron into his father's arms, leaving just as quickly as she had appeared.
Angela was, needless to say, completely furious. However, instead of acting on her initial feelings, she bottled them up and insisted that they try to carry on as they previously had, for their son Skyler's sake. She had invested too much time, too much love, too much of her life to uproot from her husband, despite the circumstances she had been faced with.
And so, Cameron grew up in a broken household that was trying to fool itself into thinking it could be anything more. Once Cameron was in the picture, Ronald had suddenly become too busy with an onslaught of 'work' and was constantly out on 'business trips'. Angela, ever oblivious, held onto a sliver of hope that one day he would return and spend time with she and their son – just like old times, happier times, fabricated as that happiness may have been, they were happier all the same. But then Cameron came along, and her happiness had been promptly ripped away from her. How she resented that child and all the consequences that were brought with him, and how she longed to be rid of him.
Skyler, on the other hand, simply adored Cameron. He'd always wanted a little brother, and he did all the tasks his mother was unwilling to do, which was everything a hapless infant needed to survive. Cameron served him as a wonderful playmate, and as Cameron grew older, he made a wonderful friend for Skyler.
Unfortunately, Angela's festering hatred for Cameron only grew stronger as the years went by – and grew, and grew, and grew until one day she snapped. The once picture perfect housewife began her spiraling descent into the horrific woman Cameron came to know her as. Even if he did so much as breathe wrong in front of her, she would go ballistic and hit him with whatever was nearest, whether that be a book or a vase.
Ronald's line of work of being a highly esteemed doctor meant that there were a multitude of first aid kits and the like laying around the house, which Skyler used to tend to Cameron's injuries as best as he could, seeing as Angela refused to pay the medical bills it would require for a professional to stitch him back together again. Ronald's line of work, of course, also meant that there were a disturbing amount of illegitimate doctor's notes to get Cameron out of school, as he was 'very ill and physically unable to attend'. With Angela's flawless record and seeing how great she had raised Skyler, any accusations were left unsaid and no suspicions were pressed upon. Rather, others attempted to console her about the cruel card that fate had dealt her by giving her such a sickly child that she supposedly could do nothing for. Flowers were sent, get well cards were slipped into the mail slot, and every single one of the gifts Cameron received for his supposed illness were ripped to shreds by Angela and neatly disposed of.
Skyler had always known that what Angela was doing to Cameron was wrong, but he'd kept quiet about it because his mother had sworn him to secrecy about their situation. Angela pleaded him not to tell anyone, not even his best friend who lived across the street, because then mommy would get in a lot of trouble. And he didn't want mommy to have to leave to be with bad people, right? Mommy wasn't a bad person; she just did bad things. While this guilt trip had worked on Skyler many a time, he gradually began to see through the holes in his mother's logic as he got older, and they had numerous falling outs about it. Of course, Angela took this out on Cameron, which only made Skyler angrier, and Cameron number.
But Skyler was all Cameron needed to keep going, to tough out another day of being beaten senselessly by the woman who had ruined his life as much as he had ruined hers, albeit unintentionally. Skyler treated him like a human being when no one else would, held him when he needed it most, and loved him unconditionally when the rest of the world was against him. Skyler was the only happiness in Cameron's life, and he wouldn't have traded it for anything.
That all changed within a few moments, though – a few stupid, reckless moments.
Skyler had taken Cameron on an outing – unbeknownst to Angela, of course – to the Discovery Place that wasn't too far from their home. It had been the first place Cameron had ever gone to with Skyler, and he couldn't have been more ecstatic, although anxious about Angela finding out.
And find out she did. But not from the fact that they were no where to be found when she got home, oh no – she had gotten a call from the hospital that her son had suffered fatal injuries and wouldn't make it through the night.
As Cameron and Skyler were leaving to return home, Cameron had crossed the street without looking to see if any cars were coming, and as his luck would have it, a semi-truck was headed straight for him. Skyler acted as quickly as he could and shoved Cameron out of danger's path, but was unable to do the same for himself.
Skyler died a few hours later, his last words to Cameron being “Never give up. I love you.”
Cameron couldn't even bring himself to cry. As his everything lay dying, dying from something that was his fault, something that could have so easily been avoided, he wasn't even able to shed a single tear. He could only watch as Skyler slipped away, until he was gone.
Angela had, quite simply, broke. Her son was dead. Her husband had left her. Everything that she had loved was gone, and it was all because of him. He should have been the one to die, not her darling Skyler. He should have never even been born, he was a mistake, and she had been the one to pay for it.
After one last, devastating beat down, Angela banished Cameron from her home and demanded Ronald pay the child support for him, for she wasn't going to waste a single penny on him. Cameron was forced to take up residence in his father's abandoned shed, where he spent his early teen years living off of the checks his father sent him begrudgingly. He had all but dropped out of school, and with Angela no longer willing to write out the fake doctor's notes, she had been faced with a nasty case of child neglect.
The police were given a warrant to search through her house for any other felonies to add to her case, but were instead presented with a number of charges for Cameron. He had gotten caught up in the local gang activity, able to pass the initiation only because they were unable to do anything he hadn't already been through. They had stashed a good deal of their drugs and booze in the shed Cameron lived in, as it was as good as any place to hide it. When questioned if they belonged to Cameron, he was only able to offer a devil-may-care grin and a shrug, earning him a trip to the juvenile detention center, while Angela was thrown into the county jail.
The facility at which Cameron was retained was sent a letter from Ever After Academy, offering to get him off of their hands and place him in a correctional institute. They agreed, and off he went.
Though Cameron was relieved he wasn’t actually going to be sent to a correctional institute, he couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of anxiety at being forced to be a puppet, acting out the role of a philosophical, trouble making cat. But maybe it would be alright – he was never going to see that woman again, and that’s all that really mattered since.
s o m e o t h e r i n f o r m a t i o n
There's something else you ought to know
Cameron is a closet romantic. He adores the thought of love, and eagerly pores over a few hundred pages of mushy nonsense before he is able to sleep.
He also writes in his spare time, and he’s quite good at it despite the fact he’s never actually experienced love for himself. He overlooks this, though, and pours the stories almost as fantastical as the fairy tales they’re to act out from his imagination onto the paper. .::Queen of the Brainless::.(My hair is about shoulder length and light brown. I desperately want it to grow out so I can get it re-styled.)
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 2:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:36 pm
Hey guys,
I’m leaving the roleplay. I wanted to give a explanation, but I don’t like excuses, and you don’t either. The main thing is actually pretty major, I have way to much going on in my life and I need to take some things away so I can focus more on school and honestly, just being a teenager. Secondly, with all the writing I’ve been doing, I’m no longer enjoying roleplaying. I’m really sorry guys, I wish it could be the other way, but I can’t keep going on with this.
Now, my intention was to have both Shauna and Isa co-mod the roleplay. Of course, I’ll still be here to do the technical stuff (Shauna and I talk basically every day, so she’ll tell me whenever the front page will need to be updated). I can also look over profiles if you wish, though I believe Isa has it covered, the more help the better. Also, ales Dragon (as she previously volunteered) wants to do the map, I can finish it along with work on the school description (which, I plan to do anyways, but if Dragon wants to do the map it’ll make my life easier). I’m still here for all that stuff, I just cannot write any longer in the roleplay.
I’m not coming back to RP writing, I can guarantee that. For here on out, I plan on working towards being published, writing books, and working on contest so I can gather some money for college. Of course, from time to time I may want to do a 1x1 RP, and I’d love to with any one of y’all. Therefore, the future isn’t completely dim. Also, y’all can feel free to add my facebook and/or skype. Just message me and I’ll give whatever information you want.
I suck, I know. But, I have to do this for me.
Shauna – I love you, please don’t guilt trip me like you have every single time I’ve mentioned it to you. I just have to do this.
Ali – Perfect timing, aye? I love you, and you better be active as heck in this roleplay just because you’re writing is the best I’ve ever seen and this RP needs you. BTW, I love the profile. Isa should look over, and I’ll let her do the official accepting, but yeah. TRY OUT FOR MY SCHOOL! If you call, they’ll give you a special audition! I mean, for either visual art or creative writing you can get in, and I miss seeing you every day D: Anywho, chat with me on FB! <3
Isa – Sorry for the lack of warning, as a mod I should have told you before. But, Shauna was giving me enough grief and I knew if I told you I was leaving, you would have protested as much as she and dealing with that I would have never been able to do this. I want you to skype me ASAP; elaineenicoleeI love you guys. P.S. This does not mean rule slacking! 10line min, and put best efforts forth. I want everyone to improve on their writing, and I will be sad if y’all start writing really crummy after I leave; since you all are great writers!
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