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Lacey Cartier-Porter

"Often it isn't the mountains ahead that wear you out, it's the little pebble in your shoe."

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a character in “Lawton Wood Summer Camp”, originally authored by .euphoria., as played by RolePlayGateway

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{“Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?”― Gerard Way }
{Marry the Night: Lady Gaga | Pretty Hurts: Beyonce | We Are Young: 3OH!3 | All of The Stars: Ed Sheeran}





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|Full Name|
Lacey 'The Rocket' Ariana Porter-Cartier

|Nickname|
Lace {Most common}, Porter {Called by her coaches and teammates}, Ari {Not so common}, The Rocket {Name talent scouts, teammates, coaches, and everyone else calls her by}

|Birthday|
October 31st, 1994
"Gotta love Halloween."

|Age|
Eighteen {18} years old

|Sexuality|
Demisexual

|Grade Level|Possible Occupation|
In coming freshmen in college {Stanford University} | Works at a sport shop back home. She also works as a basketball, shotput {mostly}, and gymnastics instructor.

|Role|
Jock





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{“What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.”― Scott Westerfeld, Uglies }





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|Height and Weight|
5'8 and 128 lbs.

|Build|
Athletic and hourglass

|Skin Tone|
Light brown {Mocha}

|Hair Color|
Naturally brunette

|Eye Color|
Light brown with flecks of gold in them

|Scars? Markings? Tattoos? Piercings?|
She has her fair share of markings and tattoos around her body. She does not have any piercings whatsoever, seeing that she sees it as a safety hazard when she's doing sports. She had a couple of scars mostly from basketball and lacrosse games where things got out of hand. She has a large scar on the back of her right leg from a incident that happened during her sophomore year and a faint scar on her left cheek from be struck in the face with a lacrosse stick on 'accident'. But, she does have a fair share of tattoos since turning eighteen last Halloween. She has one on her inner right forearm of a quote by Lou Holtz which is "Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it." She has another tattoo under her right breast. Her newest tattoo is of two dates; the day she was born and around the day she is assumed to die. {Oct. 31st 1994-Sep.29th 2021}





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{“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” ― Roald Dahl }





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|{Quirks || Habits}|
Whenever she's in an awkward silence, more than likely she's going to start tapping her right foot She always has her Letterman's jacket with her, even if she's not going to wear it When she's arguing with someone, whether they're taller than her or not she looks up towards the ceiling She double jointed in her right ring finger Hums when writing things down Bites her thumbnail whenever she's taking hard or stressful tests Sings very loudly in the shower Curses like a sailor when playing video games or when she messes up Most times she does have her hair up and out of her face She only has three girl friends and when she's around them, she does put her hair down Always has photos of both of her families in her room, locker, etc. She always has something Stanford with her, a jacket, a sticker on her binders, you name it she probably has it. But, her favorite thing is her Stanford hat that she always has

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Sports: She's on the gymnastics, soccer, basketball, shotput, track, and used to be on the tennis team Persuading people Spotting lies and liars Flexible Fluent in two languages: English and French First impressions Junior colloege student reading level Senior class treasurer English and history classes Endurance Sarcasm Professional when she has to be Video games esp. first person shooters Leadership Running Being sure of herself and her decisions

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Very prideful She's a huge sore loser Ill tempered Jumps to conclusions most times Doesn't know when to stop talking and stand down Math and science classes of any type esp. Chemistry Very particular, bossy, and very, very demanding Defensive Anxiety She has been having a lot of coughing fits lately Her cochlear implant {She's deaf} She is in the early stage of stage two thyroid cancer that is starting to spread Her jealousy

|{Hobbies}|
Sports {as stated above} Listening to music Dancing Video games Eating Singing Watching sports {Mostly football, pro and college basketball, baseball, and anything in the Olympics Training and exercising

|{Fears}|
{Aelophobia} Fear of imperfections {Thanaphobia} Fear of death//dying {Ochophobia} Fear of moving vehicles {Only small cars}{Dishabillophobia} Fear of Undressing in front of someone {Philophobia} Fear of falling in love//being in love {Catagelophobia} Fear of being ridiculed {Pnigophobia} Fear of being smothered//choking

|{Secrets}|
She's sick and refuses to tell anyone other than her close family She's a virgin The fact that she can sing She hates anyone that she believes to be that Manic Pixie Dream Girl Her real mother

|{Goals||Dreams}|
Go to college on a full ride and go for Telecommunication or Journalism Travel the world Live past that age of twenty five To become a famous Olympian athlete Go to the Olympics for shotput






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{“This thing about you that you think is your flaw - it's the reason I'm falling in love with you.”― Colleen Hoover, Slammed }





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|Personality|

Competitive: Always
Opinionated: Always {hides it}
Charismatic: Most Times
Creative:Sometimes
Quiet/Shy:Never
Friendly:Sometimes
Smug and Confident: Often to Most Times
Affectionate: Occasionally to Sometimes
Brave and 'Tough': Sometimes to Most Time
Youthful: Most Times
Demanding, Bossy, and Hard to impress: Most Times
Risk Taking: Always
Freethinking: Most Times
Intelligent: Most Times
Passionate: Often
Honest: Most Times to Always
Loyal and Faithful: Always
Serious/Mature: When she needs to be
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Rarely
Argumentative: Most Times
Independent: Always
Optimistic and a Dreamer: Sometimes
Sarcastic: Always
Proud: Most Times to Always
Hyperactive/Funny/Childish: Sometimes
Sweet/Kind/Caring: Sometimes
Jealous: Occasionally to Sometimes
Focused and determined: Tries to be
'Geeky': Always
Cynical: Often to Always
Social: Very social
Creative: Sometimes





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{“If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.” ― Shannon L. Alder }





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|{Likes}|

Sports Freedom and Adventure Comics books Watching sports Music and having it blasting Humming Cooking shows Doing accents Eating Coffee Cajun food Independence Singing Playing Guitar University of Florida: Where she is attending Putting subtitles on movies The fact that she's Olympic bound Photography Slow dancing {watching it} Her nickname: 'The Rocket' The Summertime Sleeping in Her family Her Letterman's jacket Sweets Vinyl records The Walking Dead, Breaking Bad, Orphan Black, and Orange is the New Black Stanford University Concerts Keeping her hair upAll her friends Social networking {Instagram's her favorite} English classes





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{“I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist” ― Gena Showalter, Seduce the Darkness }





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|{Dislikes}|

Techno, pop, and gospel music Being compared to her brother and people using her to get to him Cheerleaders and the preps Being looked at Broken promises Being hurt/harmed in any way High school Being called 'bra' or 'babe' Being accused of things Getting grounded Teachers Being interrupted Failure People who don't know how to be serious Being stereotyped People with no self-respect Being touched in anyway; kissing, hugging, etc. Being embarrassed People telling her to watch her language Salads and most healthy foods Meddling people Gossip and rumors Summer camp Romantic movies and girly movies {Nicolas Sparks is sadly an exception}






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{“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses }



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|Place of Origin|

Odessa, Texas {Newborn-12} | West Monroe, La. {12-13} | New Orleans {13-late 13} | Valdosta, Ga. {13-15} |

|Family Tree|Important People|

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Monica Giselle and Andre Jackson Porter | Birth mother {34}:Birth father {38} | Manhattan, New York | Living |

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Iggy Porter | Birth sister {16} | Manhattan, New York | Living |

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Alexander Cartier | Foster father {37} | Living |

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Noelle Edmund-Cartier | Foster mother {34} | Living |

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Edward Cartier | Foster brother {21} | Princeton | Living |

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Alison Cartier | Foster sister {16} | Living |





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{“Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.” ― David Richo }





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|History|

Lacey wasn't born into the high class family people believe her to be in. She was born to a sixteen year old girl named Monica Giselle Carter who lived in the Bronx, New York. Growing up was always hard from the girl's large family, her mother and father had both be unfaithful to one another leading them to have numerous children outside of their own marriage. But, they loved each other and loved their children from the both of them. They always wanted their children, no matter who they came from, they pushed them to go to college or to the military, which all of them did. Seeing that Monica's parents refused to let their children be adults and stay at home. And, Monica, she was the one everyone knew was going to succeed in life, seeing that she was the one with all the singing talent in the family. It wasn't until she was a junior in high school when her life took a very... unexpected turn. While she was very intelligent in school, making the right life choices wasn't so easy.

She had met a man named Andre Jackson and while there was an age gap between them, they didn't care. They loved each other and had been together for almost two years before getting pregnant with their first daughter, Tatiana Alana Porter, or what she goes by now, Lacey 'The Rocket' Cartier-Porter. While she was unexpected, she was loved but, the couple knew they could care for her and Monica's parents refused to help their daughter in anyway shape or form. And, at first, they managed to get by just fine with Monica still being able to go to school while Andre would watch the baby or drop her off at his parents' house when he had to head to work.

But, then, their 2 month old baby stopped hearing when they spoke to her and decided to take her to the clinic just to make sure everything was okay. But, it was there where they learned that their child had developed Meningitis somehow which had made its way up to Lacey's ears, making her go complete deaf in both ears. And it was there that the couple had to make a decision, give her to a family that could provide for her much more than they could or let their daughter go her whole life having difficulties in everything she did in life. So, they chose to put her up with adoption but, sent her to a nicer orphanage where it was more likely for her to get the care she needed. It killed them giving her up, but they needed to chose what they felt was right and they didn't want to hold their child back anymore than she already would be seeing by the way and where she was raised. They kept in touch everyday to see if she was adopted that day, it didn't take long for a the high class Cartiers to come, wanting to help a special needs child to fall in love with Lacey.

In fact, the baby was only there for about two months before being adopted and brought home with them to their hometown of Odessa, Texas where they raised her as one of their own. They got her a cochlear implant during her second birthday and signed her up into regular school where she would be treated just as everyone else but, would have an hour a day to learn sign language so she could communicate with other deaf people she may meet later in life. She was always picked on in life but, it made it easier for her to get a backbone and realize that she would have to stick up for herself for now on.

The family had another daughter not long after and growing up, everything was perfect. She didn't feel any different from them, hell she could barely remember her real parents faces until her mom gave her a scrapbook Monica requested the future mother of her daughter to give to the girl when the adoptive mother felt just. And when she saw the faces of her real parents, she wanted to contact them and yea, it took a couple of months but, she finally was able to meet them and her younger sister in person for the first time. She had learned that Monica, as expected, become a rather famous singer and songwriter and moved their family to Los Angeles around the time Lace was six years old. When they left, they promised to visit often and send money to help Lacey out to help figure out what she wanted to do in life, whether she would follow in her birth family's footsteps and go into the more artistic side of things, or do what she was taught by her adoptive family and go to college, get a logical career, and get a nice paying job. Even as a young kid, this was on everyone's minds. When Lacey had turned 13 and found herself, once more moved to a new place in Georgia {Adoptive father's in the military}, she had found out that she had a love for all types of sports, gymnastics, soccer, shot-put mostly, but you name it and she could be at least decent enough to make the team. Except cheerleading, that was her type of sport. But, this is what Lacey chose to do, to get better and better in sports to show that Helen Keller could play sports too.

She stayed in Georgia until the summer before her sophomore year, when they decided to move her one more time before their father retired from the military and went back to his work in his small diamond company, which only helped the family make even a bigger name for themselves in their new city, not that people needed to know who they were. They either knew them as 'That Diamond family' or they knew of, their precious girl; Lacey 'The Rocket' Cartier-Porter seeing that she, even from a young age was expected to go into the Olympics for either hurdles/track or more, than anything shotput.

Being known as 'The Rocket' sure as hell helped make the girl more popular, not to mention she was one of those girls that girls hated because they thought she was sleeping around with all their boyfriends and crushes. Which was not the case but, that didn't help. It wasn't until she was a junior that the rumors finally stopped and people began to really like her. The next two years flew by and the girl had a choice to make, whether to take a chance in sports or go to college. So, she decided to sign up with a school. Schools all around the country wanted her from UCLA to Indiana University, Texas A&M to her father's school or Princeton, and of course her top four picks; University of Florida, University of Notre Dame, Stanford, and Duke University. She decided to sign with the University of Stanford, which was the best way to end her senior year. She graduated early, not too long ago just so she could get started quicker.

But, everything came to a stop at the beginning of February when her brother noticed that Lacey's throat and neck was swelling up. Seeing that, she was always getting infections they took her to the doctor, only to be sent to the Oncologist where they learned that Lacey was developing stage two thyroid cancer that was spread, for now at a rather slow rate with a five year survival rate of 71%. Which is why she got the tattoo, of the dates. She plans on getting it crossed out once that last day hits. This summer, her parents wanted her to rest up, no sports camp and no distractions. So, they sent her to the summer camp in order for her to be able to focus, relax, and rest up before she has to fly out to Stanford in August to start her freshmen year.





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{“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan }



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Roomed with: TBA

Relationship Status: Complicated {on-and-off relationship with boyfriend of two years. Off right now.}

Roleplayed by BleedingLover {Call me Jinny ^_^}

Face Claim: Kylie Bunbury





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Lacey Cartier-Porter's Story

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"Now, remember if at anytime you need to come home, just call me and I'll be up there as soon as I can. Mrs. Cartier said towards her daughter as the Cartier family exited the airport, luggage in hand as they started their walk towards their rental car with personal driver, complementary from Lacey's future school. It was surprising to her that they were okay with this summer camp idea, that they weren't forcing her to go to training, but her father/manger was a great persuader. As the family of five headed into the car, someone tapped on her shoulder. Lacey turned around to see a group of three there smiling at her. She didn't hear what they seeing that she had taking out her cochlear implant, so she wouldn't to answer a bunch of questions from people who knew who she was. She held up a finger, telling them one moment as she pulled her implant out of her bag and slipped it on. The young girl looked back at the group with a smile. "Sorry about that, what can I do for you?" She asked them before having a journal pushed in her direction as the young red headed girl named Star asked her to sign right next to her autograph of Micheal Phelps and a couple of other famous, or almost famous people from the Olympics. She then saw herself being pulled into a picture with the trio before them taking pictures of her and them separately.

"Excuse me, guys. But, we really must get going. C'mon, sweetie. We don't want you to be late." Her father said as he looked at the group with a kind smile before somewhat pushing the girl into the white Ranger Rover before telling the driver to start the drive to the camp. "'Ey, buddy. You know where you're heading right?" Alexander asked the driver before getting a nod and a 'yes sir' in respond. Mr. Cartier nodded once before turning back towards his family and putting up the screen divider as the family of five started talking about the plans for the summer.

They weren't far now, seeing that they weren't far behind the bus and a few other cars of people who didn't take the bus. She thought the bus was necessary but, then her mother told her how she called up the owner and said that she needed to drop Lacey off at the camp just to make sure everything was settled, as if the girl was a child instead a incoming college freshmen.

"Now, like your father said, if you need anything get a hold of us as soon as possible. Especially if the 'you-know what' starts spreading." Mrs. Cartier said to her daughter as she signed the words as well, seeing that Lacey didn't have her cochlear implant in at the moment, not that her mother seemed to noticed at the moment seeing that she was going on and on about what she wanted Lacey to do during the summer.

"Jesus, mom. You're making it sound like a rash or something. It's just a small word. Say it with me, cancer. If the cancer spreads. Besides didn't Uncle Jay say it shouldn't spread for a while?" Lacey said as she signed back the words as well. "Your uncle Jay also told you that cheerleading was a great sport. Obviously, the man doesn't really have a lot going on up there." The older man said as he pointed to his head as he signed towards their adoptive daughter. "Damn it Ella, she doesn't even have her thing it. Lace, c'mon, stop messing around." Her siblings just started to chuckle without lifting their eyes up from their phones. Lacey groaned before taking it out of her bag once more and slipping it on. "Sorry." Lacey said as she tried to hide the growing smile on her face. "Anyway, remember what we talked about. Trai..--"

"Train whenever I can, relax after training, don't get myself killed or injured especially my throwing arm, and don't do anything that will make you have to come up here and kick someone's ass." Her father high-fived his daughter as he spoke. "That's my girl. And, I talked to the school and they will contact me if they need anything and I'll write you a letter int order to get the information to you, okay?" Her family wasn't used to not being able to reach Lacey, she always had her phones on; professional and personal and she always had her computer or tablet with her at all times to make conference calls with her agent and with the reps from her future school. But, Lacey just shook the thought out of her head and smiled as she turned up the radio as one of her birth mom's songs started playing started. Alison started singing as their brother just looked up and opened the window and sunroof and started dancing in his seat along with his sisters. Their parents just rolled their eyes as they put in their soundproof earbuds and started making their business calls. And boy did those earbuds work, all anyone using them could hear is the other person, no matter what side of the conversation they were as if they were alone. Which Lacey turn it up even more. She loved listening to her mom and sure, her new album was a bit of a T.M.I. But, hey, she was a grown woman and people still loved it.

Within the next couple minutes, the driver stopped and got out of the car to help Lacey out. "Thank you sir." She said as he nodded towards her and waited for her parents to get out. When they did, her mother handed her the replacement cochlear implant just in case she misplaced the other one, again for the fourth time. Lace chuckled nervously as she took it and put it in her bag along with her other important things along with her phone just so she could play music. Her mother hugged her as did her father before saying goodbye and heading back into the car and driving off. Lace picked her two bags and put them on her shoulders before grabbing her last bag and rolling it behind her. As she looked around the camp, she could see a few people walking around but, she really wanted to set her stuff down before finding a group of guys to hang out with. She wasn't against the idea of being friends with girls but, most girls didn't like her or they did but, only because she was 'semi-famous'. Other than that, all her friends back home were guys, athletic guys to be even more specific.

But, at least she might make friends with her cabin mate. As she walked into her cabin, she could tell that her roommate already left, no surprise seeing that the Cartier rarely ran on time for anything but a game, tryout, or meetings...doing with sports, a game, or tryout Lacey had. The girl groaned as she set her stuff down on the floor as she grabbed out her sheets and started making herself at home. And with int five minutes everything was up, a picture of her and both of her families together on the night stand next to her, her Stanford bedspread was all nice and perfect along with her poster of the school with an Olympic poster right next to it matching her favorite pillow. She backed up and looked at her side of the room with a proud smile. "Perfect. Just one more thing." Lace said as she reached in the bag that held all of the stuff for her room and pulled out her 'I woke up like this' black and pick pillow and set it in the corner where the bed and wall met.

She put her clothes away but, left her Letterman jacket out, hanging it up in the middle of the two posters she had up. She grabbed her messager bag and jacket before heading out to explore the rest of the camp. It wasn't that bad, sure she had no contact with the outside world, but hey. Could be worst, she could back home with all the stress of school, fame, and her agent. She needed this time away from everything, beside who knows? Maybe it might be worth it. She slid on her sunglasses and started walking towards the mess hall, after asking one of the other campers what was going on.

As she walked in, she took a seat with nothing but a bowl of fruit in front of her as she sat away from a majority of the other campers. She reached in her bag to toss in her glasses and grab out her journal/planner that held everything in it; meetings, events, interviews, outing with friends {not much of that one}, and well, close to anything else you could name that someone might need to or want to remember.






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#8B0000|Noelle Cartier {Mother}
#236B8E|Lacey Cartier-Porter
#666666|Alexander Cartier{Father}

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Clarissa sighed and made her way out of the cabin with her black jacket over her shoulders. Everyone seemed to be heading out to the mess hall for dinner before the campfire tonight so she figured it would be best for her to grab something to eat. She just hoped that the food would be edible. As she was making her way into the mess hall, she noticed many of the campers already grouped together with each other and talking up a storm. Clarissa found herself in line and grabbed a cheeseburger with a bowl of fruit and water bottle.

The blonde glanced around the mess hall and found a table with a mocha toned girl sitting alone, she figured it would be nice to sit with her since she was alone with nobody to talk to. Even though she didn't look like the type of people she was used to hanging out with, it might be nice to talk to someone she normally wouldn't. Clarissa smiled and maneuvered around the other campers, making her way to the table. After her arrival she sat down across from the girl, finding that she had been busy looking in some type of planner. The blonde shrugged her shoulders at what she was doing and opened her water bottle as she began to speak to her. "Hello, I'm Clarissa," she introduced before taking a sip of her water and resealing the lid upon the bottle.

From what she could tell this girl was really pretty, she seemed sporty. But she didn't have a problem with that. She loves being able to get to know different people, it helps her with her social skills and maybe in the long run she'd gain friends she never thought she'd have. Who knows, maybe Clarissa might be into some of the same things this girl sitting across from her is into as well?