|RP|Beautiful Nights Summer Camp|RP| (open!)

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{ Okay. And was I accepted? }

[☠>military brat.]

"It's M a r c,"



T h e B a s i c s

N a m e ; ; "If you didn't listen to me earlier, my names Marc."

N i c k n a m e s ; ; "Oh I have plenty to share. Camp, my last name, sometimes I'll even let Camper slide, and Bird. I got bird because one day on the football field I took a major dive for the ball, but since it was practice I joked around and flapped my arms like birdd before catching the ball."

G e n d e r ; ; "If it isn't already obvious I'm a dude, a guy, a bro, a man and whatever other terms you could think of."

A g e ; ; Marc is 19 years of age. He graduated high school but considering he doesn't have a college fund he's been wandering around for a while.

M o r e A b o u t Y o u ?

A c t i v i t i e s ; ; Marc enjoys playing around with the guitar although he has never taken lessons. He only plays basketball and football as organized sports but does play baseball in his backyard, he also likes to skate every once in a while.

L i k e s ; ; Marc likes music and sports mostly. Some of his favorite bands are Green Day, My Chemical Romance, and Blink 182. If its rock, he likes it.

D i s l i k e s ; ; Marc dislikes various things. The first on his list is life, although he appreciates his life nothing has ever been good in it; but that doesn't mean he won't fight for his life. Another thing Marc dislikes is the dark, ever since he was young the dark has given him anxiety. When he is in the pitch black he feels like the walls will close in, the roof will cave in at any moment.

P e t s ; ; Marc's one and only pet is Mia, his beloved German Shepherd. He rescued her when she was a pup and he was only 13 and they have stuck together ever since, she is the only thing Marc actually loves, besides music of course.

A L i t t l e M o r e P e r s o n a l

P a s t ; ; "I was born in New York and raised in a Christian family, living their my whole life and growing up like, as most of my friends describe, 'A city boy'. My father left when I was three and from their it went downhill. My mum drank more and more until I was put into a foster home. At that point I was 13 and no one really wanted a 13 year old boy who was depressed and had anxiety. I was finally thrown out at the age of 18 when they could finally get rid of me, the gum at the bottom of their shoes. I drove away, for a while I drove going nowhere until I found this place, my chance to restart, today is going to be my first day."

A n y L u c k W i t h T h e L a d i e s ?

C r u s h ; ; "Considering I haven't taken a step out of the car yet..."

G i r l f r i e n d ; ; "I had one before I was forced into the foster house, until she decided I was to much to handle. I didn't mind breaking off, she wasn't right for me anyways."

O n T h e O u t s i d e

L o o k s ; ; Marc has a tall and muscular built frame, which helped during the various sports he played throughout middle school and high school. His hair is a dark chocolatey brown and you can see what he does with it in the picture. Marc's eyes are an icy blue, concealing all of his secrets.

P e r s o n a l i t y ; ; A lot of people that know Marc believe he is a happy to lucky city boy; their dead wrong. On the outside Marc appears to be happy, a fake smile plastered on his face but on the inside Marc hasn't felt real happiness, well.. Ever. He plays along with the fakeness but nobody knows the real Marc.

A n y t h i n g E l s e ?

S o n g ; ; Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hBQvjtXR4qA

{If anything needs to be added let me know }

(Excepted!)

[☠>military brat.]

((Yeah...))
Bellator shrugged. "I guess so." He watched Seth, "You should probably knock first!" He called, from behind as he trotted up the steps.

(Hey, can anyone greet Seth and Bellator? Yes? No?)
Seth knocked on the door, "Hello?" He called as he stepped back from the door...

Micah Blake opened the door to the head cabin with a smirk, you can just come in. He laughed and gestured to the front desk of the cabin and sat back down in the chair next to the fireplace.

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Bellator looked inside the door, peeking in he followed Seth. "Uh, hi." He nodded at Mica, "where can I put my bags?" He asked, hefting them up a little.

He smiled, anywhere is good...you just sign in at the front desk and pick a cabin.

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{ Shmank you! }

M a r c
G u y
A l o n e

Marc pulled up in his black ford, leaning forward in his seat and taking in the camp he had just found recently. He pulled into a parking space near a few other cars guessing that's were he should go and hopped out of the truck, putting his keys in his black hoodie pockets. Marc started walking away and let out a long and sharp whistle as he walked, beckoning for Mia. She lunged out of the car at her command and turned, jumping up and pressig her large front paws on the car door, closing it. She bolted after him and paused a few steps ahead waiting for him to catch up then trotted by his side. Marc laughed as she closed his car door, a trick they had been practicing for a while now and pulled out his key locking it as he headed for what appeared to be the main office building.

[reasonable.]

Winter gazed at Marc, smiling slightly. Nervously, she walked over to him. "Th-that was impressive.." She said softly, and looked down at her shoes. Her brown locks covered her cheek as she blushed slowly. Bending down, she stroked Mia gently behind her ears, smiling.

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M a r c
G u y
W i t h W i n t e r

Marc nearly jumped out of his skin as a soft yet ghostly voice sliced through the silence. His pumping heart beat like a drum as he turned, seeing a girl near his age near him with pretty silver eyes. Marc softly chuckled as his heartbeat slowed to a normal pace, "Thanks, we've been working in it for a little while now. Names Marc," He flashed a slight grin which he plastered on his face like with everyone he met, sticking out his hand politely.

[reasonable.]

Winter blushed, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Winter. I'm Winter." She smiled and shook his hand lightly, her blue eyes twinkling. "I wish I had a dog.." She sighed but smiled effortlessly.

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M a r c
G u y
W i t h W i n t e r

Marc observed the girl with soulless, curious optics and noticed she was nervous; she also seemed to blush a lot. "There a handful," He stifled a laugh as Marc patted Mia. "I like your name, Winter. How'd you get it?" He asked Winter, guessing their was some sort of meaning behind the unique name.

[Mr.Mustache]

(Bac!)

[reasonable.]

"Well..." She brushed her hair back again. "I was born on a day when a snowstorm was going on outside. My parents were supposed to have me a month later, but I was a surprise. The snowstorm was strong, and they decided to name me Winter." She smiled softly, gazing down at her shoes.