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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2022 6:51 pm
 ◆ ▏▏▏▏▏▶ ιη тнє яєαℓ ωσяℓ∂ ◀▕▕▕▕▕ ◆
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⋱⋱
ʀᴏʟᴇ⋱⋱
ᴀɢᴇ⋱⋱
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ⋱⋱
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ⋱⋱
ʙᴏᴅʏ⋱⋱
Ectomorph | Ears Pierced | Birth mark behind her ear | Large burn scar on her forearm from tripping and catching herself on a stone from a camp fire.
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⋱⋱
Employee at Fabled Tales Studio
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⋱⋱
◇ Confident ◈ Adaptable ◈ Independent ◈ Closed Off ◈ Chaotic ◈ Short Tempered ◈ Sarcastic ◇
ʙɪᴏ⋱⋱
The eldest of three siblings, all girls, was not the easiest life to grow up in. Cameron spent a lot of time caring for her younger two siblings as her mother worked night shifts as a nurse at a psychiatric hospital and her father picked up small jobs here or there, whatever he could get at the time. This left Cameron to handle both of her two younger siblings,5 and 6 years younger than she was. She holds some resentment towards her parents for that, never allowing her to have a childhood. When she did, she spent quite a bit of time on the internet, playing various games or creating in depth stories of the characters she created within those games. It was her escape.
In high school, she found herself working on a project, one that lead to her having a successful job with the company that picked the game up. At 16 she was officially put on their payroll, by 18 she was working for the company full time while taking classes. Her priority was creating NPCs and Characters, both something she enjoyed. Being able to create the stories behind each NPC allowed her creativity to flow.
 ◆ ▏▏▏▏▏▶ ωιтнιη тнє gαмє ◀▕▕▕▕▕ ◆
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⋱⋱
ᴀɢᴇ ⋱⋱
ʀᴀᴄᴇ ⋱⋱
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ⋱⋱ (ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇʟʏ)
ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ⋱⋱
ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ⋱⋱
Fire
◈ Scald - Creates a blast of fire beneath the target feet, dealing damage.
◈ Flame of the Fell God - Fire bolt launches at the target, upon impact does damage on target followed by setting the surrounding area on fire.
◈ Internal Fire - Upon touching the target, a fire starts building inside of the target, starting out with minor damage before it burns from the inside out. Requires touching the target for the entire duration.
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Spirit
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ʜᴏʙʙʏ ⋱⋱
ᴊᴏʙ ⋱⋱
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 4:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2022 1:14 pm
 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕕ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: In Game_____ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Ryker_____ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: Annoyed
𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪'𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥
With one leg crossed over the other, a cool can of Red Bull gripped lightly in her hands, Cameron leaned forward listening to the words of the speaker up on the stage. This was the last thing she wanted to do. Working on the game, attending those meets, all of that was fine. The idea of having to come to something like this was far from her preference. Yes, she worked on it. Her name would be in the credits, she had characters and helped design the world but Cameron didn't need to celebrate it. For her, the small moments of celebration with her friends was what meant the most to her. The small moments of fixing a bug, or finishing up hard piece of the game. That is what she wanted. This event caused nothing but boredom. Her eyes were focused on the the can in her hand, swirling is as the liquid collided with the sides. That was, until her eyes caught on to Kris standing up, followed by Vance. What the hell? Glancing up the screen, her eyes caught on to the count of timed out players increasing. "Oh hell.." Out of all days to have problems, release was not the day.
Shooting up from her chair, she slipped out the door shortly behind Vance. She had come up just as Kris went into her office. Instantly, she slipped in behind her, watching over her shoulder as she scanned through IPs, jumping back as she leaned back. "You're lying, right? Dying?" she questioned as she shoved the chair to catch her from stumbling. "You're insane, Kris. You're god damn insane. What happens if you go in and -" her lecture was cut off by her boyfriend Vance who declared that he was going in too. "s**t, I thought I was stupid and reckless." she muttered as Vance had already taken off and Kris was already making her way out the door. "I'll see you in there. Try not to burn down the building, Kris." Cameron reached over, ruffling her hair before making her way towards the room where the beds and suits were set up. By the time she entered, Vance was already suited up and immersed.
Following suit, Cameron grabbed her own suit, stripping down and sliding into the suit, attaching the monitors to each one. She had claimed a bed at the start. It was covered in pillows and a large fluffy blanket. With how much time she spent in the world, she wanted to make it her own. Before laying down, she gave a glance over to Vance, a small smirk coming to her lips. "You know, I much prefer you without clothes." she teased before laying on the bed, relaxing into the bed, slipping the helmet over her head. Loading up the game, she waited until she was prompted attempting to log into her admin account several times. Each time she was met with a red error with the message "account does not exist." What the actual hell. Had Kris's brothers locked her out? Fine. If they were going to play that game, she would just be smarter. Typing in her beta account, it was almost immediately she was let in. Odd.
The comfort of the bed faded, the bright lights turning into sunshine as she let her body adjust to entering the game. Around her stood NPCs and various players, a few of them attempting to come up and talk to her. Waving them off, Nyx looked down at herself. They were basic. They were level one, no items, no gear, no titles, nothing. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to be in this too long. Glancing around, she spotted a familiar character, approaching him, and flicking his ear. "Look how cute with your little ears and tail." Reaching out, she tugged ever so slightly. "We should go find Kris. She was going for the Princess." Nyx kept her voice low, her eyes looking around for the rest of their group. Had they followed? Might be smart to not have all of them in, but knowing the group would likely all show up.
"I'm already missing my admin account."
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