Nickname: Cam
Age: 19
Appearance:
Likes: Running, finding needy girls and helping them, his parkour, hiding in plain sight
Dislikes: Life in general, his situation, jerks, reading, his parents
Personality: Cam would seem pretty reclusive if you saw him on the street. He just sits there for long periods of time, watching all around him, then all of a sudden he takes off like a rabbit, doing parkour and crazy things like that. But if you stopped to talk to him, you would find that hes actually a caring guy on the outside. He doesnāt keep anything for himself- heād give his last crumb to a little girl on the streets- and always appears to be concerned for the safety of others. Camās a nice guy who has a good view on life- at least on the outside. Recently heās been wondering if everything heās going through is worth it. Heās not going to get anywhere, no crowds will ever care about anything heās done. His secret dream is to be adored by at least someone. But he hasnāt found anyone yet, and heās becoming depressed. Lately heās been running and working out lessā¦ just sitting there and looking dejected. Heād still help anyone to the detriment of his safety, but would he do it in a kind manner? That remins to be seen.
Basic history: Camās always been an orphan. Itās all he can remember. He spent a few years in an orphanage until he was about nine years old, until the orphanage was attacked by a group of sickos who thought that it would be fun to massacre a bunch of innocent children. He was the only one that escaped the blood-filled halls, and he did so by jumping out a window and landing in the back alley, injuring himself and knocking himself out for a while. Eventually he recovered, but refused to let anyone take care of him. Anyone that offered was rejected by a fearful whimper, murmurs about dying and running away. After a while he wanted to find a home, but, still fearful about orphanages, didnāt know how to go about finding one. Then everyone started to leave for other planets, but he couldnāt find anything, anything that could earn him a trip. Before he knew it he was virtually alone, and he didnāt know what to do.
Special Skills: Camās a master at hiding. If he doesnāt want you to see him you wonāt, unless youāre really determined.
Writing Sample:
No oneās aroundā¦ Cam thought to himself, glancing around with his shallow brown eyes. Not moving, he was practically invisible in the shadow of the alley. No oneās been around in simply hoursā¦ Not a good sign. Was he truly alone here? Was he the only one in this town? With a sudden movement that could have caught a rabbit off guard, he jumped up, running along the broken, ruined street. Tucking his legs up, he glided smoothly over a pile of fallen cement blocks, thrusting himself upwards with his hand to make sure he got over it. He looked wildly around at the empty, devastated homes of the streets, his breath coming in rapid bursts. No one.
āHello?!ā He yelled at the top of his lungs. No answer, at least none that he noticed. It couldnāt be true. It couldnāt. He couldnāt be alone. Jumping over any obstacle that came his way, Cam took a sharp turn into a two story building that had a huge hole in the roof. Dancing past the decimated furniture about him, he found his way up the stairs and to the gaping opening in the top. Jumping up, he pulled himself into a roll and stood on top of the building, searching for any signs of life. None. None at all.
Biting his lip, he jumped back down the hole and back outside, tears starting to come to his eyes. The town was so empty! He couldnāt have been the only one who couldnāt get a thing in order to leave! Blinded by the tears, he tripped over a brick and fell, tumbling over broken stones and shards of glass, somehow not scraping or injuring himself. He ground to a halt on the ground and sobbed out huge breaths, starting to despair. All aloneā¦ he couldnāt stand it! Life stopped having meaning if you were the only one in the world! He had to find someoneā¦ he had to!