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James Stone

Sometimes you are the only thing you can count on

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a character in “Boot Camp for Heroes”, as played by Legate

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Image Full Name: James William Stone

Gender:Male

Age: 18

Orientation: Straight

Role: Camper





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Personality: At 6'2" and 190 pounds he's a big person, but that doesn't translate at all into his personality. Quiet, shy and some might even say reclusive. While he might not actively avoid the company of others but he certainly doesn't seek it out. This is part of the reason he enjoys the outdoors so much, it's a place to get away for himself. While he is reserved and patient he can have problems with losing his temper. Because of his strength he constantly works to have that NOT happen. However when he does explode it is terrifying.

Because he's big and often quiet many will often mistake him for being dumb. Nothing could be further from the truth when he does chose to speak he can be persuasive. Beneath all that there is a biting wit, it often only comes out when he's been provoked and he fires back a retort without thinking first.


Strengths:
-Outdoor/Survival skills
-Physical Strength and Coordination
-Very Patient

Weaknesses:
-Social skills
-Losing his Temper
-Stubborn

Fears:
-Hurting others

Power: Super Strength




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Quirks:
-Has a tendency to speak before thinking
-Has 0 problem with nudity (skinny dipping etc)
-Loves Bagpipe Music

Hobbies:
-Playing guitar and singing
-Camping/Canoeing
-Cheer leading

Their Song: Theme Song or Favorite Songs

So begins...

James Stone's Story

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Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait:
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Jeremiah woke up to see his campers sleeping in their beds. His bed was a double bed and in the center of the cabin. The rest were single bunk beds, lined against the walls. He got up quietly, made his bed and left the cabin. It was 6:15 am. The sun was coming up, but it was cold and brisk. Jer looked at the other cabins, and walked bare-foot to the cafeteria, where he would help the cooks prepare breakfast for the campers. Everyone was allowed to sleep in till 7. Breakfast was served at 7:30 and cleaned up by 8:30. When his morning duties were finished, he headed back to his cabin to wake everyone up.

The closest bed was Finnian's. He shook his shoulder gently and said, "Time to wake up, buddy." He moved onto James, Ross, and Arabella, and did the same before moving to his dresser and taking off his sweatpants. He knew that undressing in front of the campers was not a good idea, but he had no real choice. It was either that or go to the outhouse to change. Jeremiah never felt like it, so he always changed in the cabin. "Come on, kids. Time to wake up~"

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer
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Amira β€˜Red’ Devaroh
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Amira was up by 5:35 am. Meditation passed the half an hour or so she had to kill. Even though she had been at camp for several years she did not leave the cabin until 6:00 am on the dot. Better to not piss off Jeremiah on the first day back. Dressed in black shorts, a white tank, and grey running shoes with her hair pulled up she headed out on her morning jog. She had been cutting out this path in the woods for three years now. She knew where every fallen log, every rocky ledge, and every vine infested part of the trail was. She could almost run her path with her eyes closed. She took deep even breaths as she picked up her pace, sweat beading on her forehead. She spotted her old cedar tree with a slight indent in the middle and grinned. This is where her trail got fun. About a year and a half back she had started picking up parkour...and now she incorporated it into her run every morning. She ran up the tree, using her momentum she pushed off the center indent and grabbed a branch, swung around twice Olympic style and landed on another branch. She felt it bow under her weight and sighed.

"Couldn't have gained that much..." She grumbled to herself as she shot forward jumping for another branch, then swinging from another. She loved her morning run and was fairly proud of her athletic abilities. After a half an hour of branch bouncing she landed lightly on the ground and continued on her run.

Amira only stopped her run for one thing, the relatively large creek a little further than halfway through her run. She paused long enough to wash herself down in the stream, braid her hair and catch her breath....and then she was off again. When she got to the end of her route, at the edge of camp, she started her cool down stretches.

Checking her watch she smiled. It was only 7:00 am. A new record for her.

Amira spotted Jeremiah and waved but didn't bother trying to make conversation. He was busy and she wasn't much of a talker in the morning...in her opinion, it would be a perfect world if everyone only hugged and drank coffee before 10:00 am.

Amira finished her stretches and went to her cabin. She changed into a black Godsmack v neck tee, a pair of skinny jeans and her wedge boots and headed to the kitchen. She liked to help out in making the food when she could.

"Hey guys" She called to the staff. She got a warm welcome back of hugs and pats on the back before she started making breakfast with the rest of the staff.

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Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells
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Ross Reid


With a nudge to his shoulder Ross rolled his eyes awake with large yawn, kicking off his blankets and placing them under his legs all while rubbing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. A couple of minutes passed, figuring he should get up he let out a sigh while throwing his legs off of the bed and onto the floor. Mornings were not his strong suit, a schedule wasn't either and to be on a schedule where you had to be up by 7 was just awful. Ross did a slight jump to get the blood flowing and proceeded to change, or at least to a point. He changed out of tank top and into a white baseball shirt with grey sleeves he didn't bother to change out of his red plaid pajama bottoms and slipped on an old pair of skate shoes.

Stepping outside gave him a slight chill but it was nothing too extreme. Shrugging it off he made his way to the cafeteria, there wasn't many people around that he could see but not everyone immediately goes for the where they keep the food as soon as they wake up, he may be smaller be he can pile food away. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. "Good job Ross." he murmured getting back to his feet. Shaking his head he couldn't help but laugh at himself and with a smile on his face he grabbed an orange and sat in a chair closest to the wall with his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

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Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras
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Jace looked up, hearing her name being called. "Hey Jace," A girl's voiced called out brightly, "What's up?" Jace turned to see that it was Kitty. She smiled wide in reply.

"Good morning!" She looked down at her soap covered hands and the back to Kitty. "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Jace held out a sponge for Kitty to take.

She looked into the cafeteria to see new kids had come in. James, Noah, Gregory... Jace went back to her dishes as she watched her older brother talk to Amira... She knew Amira liked her brother, and she hoped that Jeremiah would get the hint. She turned to Kitty. "Tell me honestly. Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

She wanted to know if Amira was the only one who liked Jer, or just everyone else was really good at hiding it. Jace put down the plate she was cleaning and turned off the facet, then turned to look Kitty dead in the eye.









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Jer saw James walk in and sit by himself, and looking again, he saw Noah alone as well. Jeremiah smiled and patted Victor on the back and said, "Gotta go be camp head right now, so see you at training," before walking off. He walked to James, talking his plate form in front of him with one hand and grabbing his chair, with him on it, with the other hand.

He lifted the chair and set him down next to Noah. Jeremiah placed James' food on the table and then sat across from them. He smiled at them. "James, this is Noah. Noah, this is James. You both know me." He began to say. "I have watched the two of you for a while now, and you are both very quiet, but I feel like the two of you would make good friends."

Jeremiah looked at James specifically, being that Jer was his mentor. He really did feel that these two could be good friends. From what he knew of them anyway. He didn't want anyone suffering through this camp. It was supposed to be a relief from those who would mock them for their powers. These two kids were a little easier than Gregory. These two were just shy and quiet. Gregory is just completely distant and reserved. "What do you think, kids?"

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James had been quietly eating when Jeremiah his mentor came over. Without a word of request or indeed of any kind he picked up James' plate and before James could rise or protest he was lifted up seat and all and carried over to another table. He didn't move on the way over, falling on his face would have been almost as ignominious a commencement to his time here as being lifted up and manhandled without a word.

"James, this is Noah. Noah, this is James. You both know me." He said as he sat across from them with a smile. "I have watched the two of you for a while now, and you are both very quiet, but I feel like the two of you would make good friends." A smile was the last thing in the world James wanted out of this man who had just humiliated him, treating him like a puppy or a small child.

"What do you think, kids?" He continued. Being addressed as if he were still a child just tipped him over the edge. "I don't know "old man" He snapped back. "but you can keep your condescending attitude and your hands to yourself next time."

He pushed back his chair and went to go clean his plate. It wasn't that he had anything against Noah, he just did not enjoy being treated like a child, and more to the point did not like having his choices taken away. Jeremiah just using his powers like that to force a situation had totally rubbed him the wrong way.

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"I don't know "old man. But you can keep your condescending attitude and your hands to yourself next time."

Noah turned back to Jeremiah as James got up and left. "I don't think that friendship's going to work out," Noah commented. "He doesn't seem too keen on the idea." Noah was willing to give being friends with James a try though he wasn't sure how well that would turn out. James wasn't exactly the type of person that Noah normally got along with. Most of the time he enjoyed the girls' company rather than the other guys.

"And I'm not quiet, just tired. I'm still adjusting to the time difference," Noah continued. It was true, Noah was from Rhode Island and he hadn't been in Canada for very long so he wasn't exactly used to their sleep schedule. He liked his beauty sleep and he hadn't been getting much of that lately so it wasn't totally his fault that he was a bit too tired to hold a conversation with someone.

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ImageAfter washing his dishes in a huff James had gone back to his cabin to grab his day pack. 2 Water bottles a whistle and a compass joined his hoody and rain jacket. Looking at it all he strapped his machete, a gift from his uncle, to the side of the pack. Preparations complete he took a bearing and started walking into the surrounding forest. He had about an hour still until training, and having grown up in Canada and spent a lot of time in woods just like this he was confident in his ability to navigate them quickly. He had been walking for almost 15 minutes when he came across what he had been looking for, a small stand of red oaks, not yet mature most of them. He took his machete out and started chopping. After he'd cut down one of the larger saplings, just large enough to encircle it with his hands, he stopped. It was something he'd always wanted to try but had never had the materials or time to do. He set to shaving and shaping the wood, with 15 minutes left to get home it had just started to take shape. He was happy to be building a bow, archery had been one of his pastimes as a youth and it had always helped to center him. He started jogging back out of the forest, now that he'd found his way in getting back out was just as easy, the forest here was largely deciduous with all the open space that entailed. Scrub brush would grow, but the actual mature trees lacked the density of a coniferous forest like pine, or spruce. Those forests got people lost, sometimes forever.

He had just had time to put his stuff back when he ran into Noah, the boy from breakfast, both on their way their respective combat training classes. He went over quickly to address him.

"Hey man, listen, sorry about breakfast. It didn't have anything to do with you, I just don't like being pushed around. I was just mad at Jeremy. I know it was a bit childish. I'm James."
He held out his hand.