{Summer Camp} {Accepting}

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

Name: Esta Marie Hur
"Hello! My name is Esta Marie Hur. Yes i have two first names, Esta Marie and I expect to be called by those. Maybe if your closer to me, like as in one of my friends then okay. But otherwise no! I want you to call me By Esta Marie, got it? get it? good. So i must move on, yay! not."
Nickname: Give me One
"Okay so just to get things straight, I very much dislike nicknames. But certain people are aloud to give me nicknames. So like if your close to me or something like that. Other than that, no nickname. Are we clear? And don't sit there giving me nicknames, when i made it clear i don't want one. Don't do it just to annoy me either."
Age: Eighteen years young
"I'm eighteen years young. I was born on July 4th. I used to love my birthday being on the 4th of July. But it's got so boring and not fun anymore. I mean my family is special and all, I just want someone really special to spend that day with. And besides me mum told me it's just down right rude to ask, a women her age. So don't ask again."
Gender: Female
"Ummm, last I checked I was 100% female. Trust me, I am female. No need to check because I am, just take my word."

Birthplace: Ireland
"I was born July 4th, in Mullingar Ireland. It's quite the fun place to grow up in, especially when your sharing the moments with your best friends. But then i moved, to Wyoming. Yep yep."
Heritage: Well....
"I'm not one to learn my life from when we lived in Ireland. My moms full Irish. But my dad's whole family is British so I have two different ones, and I don't plan on learning, or memorizing either of them. But yeah and obviously I'm not one to think about that so."
Vocabulary: I'm Irish
"My family comes from Ireland. Well except me dad. Me dad is British. But because I grew up with, around Irish friends and family, that's my accent. Though it's just a hint of British, I don't understand how but whatever."

Crush: Don't have one.
”Crush? Crush?! I haven't had a crush on any man, since i broke up with my boyfriend. Well actually he ended things with me, after two years. But whatever, i moved on."
Boyfriend: I'm a single Pringle.
"I am single. I've been single for a very long time. And trust me I don't have a boyfriend. But I'm not sure i want one. Soooo, yeah"

Overall description:
Esta is 5'2, she inherited her shortness from her mothers side of the family. She is the shortest of them all though, Most of them are in between 5'4, or 5'6 so she is the shortests in the family. Esta's hair is black just like her fathers. It's naturally straight, But turns into waves halfway down, so she normally Straightens her hair to get rid of the wave. When her hairs wet it dry's curly and a bit frizzy. Her bangs fall into her face covering her left eye, But sometimes she flips it over to the right side. Esta's eyes are a blue that fade to gray nearing the pupil. With a black ring surrounding them, and crystalized specks in with the blue. Body modifications? She has a few, tattoos. A Wolf tattoo, and Shoulder tattoo, and a few more in these locations. And these piercings just without the dimple ones. Her skin is a soft creamy color.
Personality: I guess it's pretty big.
Esta has more of a mixed personality.The many traits that form together to make this young lady up, are very present at times and other times they stay hidden in the shadows.But the more you get to know her then in the end you will have uncovered them all, and they will be present and known to your knowledge.So first off esta is a very determined young lady, in other words she strongly motivated to succeed.And that's in anything.Weither it's homework for school, a job that she has been assigned to do, anything.She never backs down from a challenge, and any problem that is presented to her is something that she will try to resolve, and get around without letting it drag her down on the way to being the best she possible can.She always believes that being you is the altamet best is the biggest reward in life, but other's may disagree with that factor, but to be honest she could care less.But to go along with her uncaring of what people think, it's true.She really could truly care less about what anybody has in opinion in her, or well really she only pays no attention to rude or snotty comments directed towards her, were as any compliments she receives, she will return the kind person with a compliment of her own in pure respect for other citizens, where as other homo sapiens, or in other words humans, lack that certain trait.But also Esta, can be a very stubborn person, that doesn't like to listen or take orders from anyone, instead do her own thing, anytime she wants.So maybe I guess you could say she is a bit of a rebellious teen, but she isn't the kind of rebellious that trash's everything and draws graffiti and everything on bridges and train sides, in her opinion that's just stupid.But yet these are just the outer layers of Esta, so I guess you could say she might be a bit like a onion.But trust me its only because of the layers, not because when ever your around her she makes you cry or something...remember just the layers.

For the inner part that's down deep and may possibly take a time to dig into.It's full of caring and sweetness.I guess sometimes you could call Esta a bit of a flirt.For if there is a guy that she has a attraction to she will play around with him.Almost as if it's a test, she will bring out the charm and her funny, happy side and use it against the guy.If he falls for her within a split second after that, she simply will just walk away without a word.This is because she wants a guy who will get to know her for who she is before he falls for her, like every one time makes up a better relationship.But anyways to go on with it. Esta is quite a caring person that will no matter what always help a person that is in need, but really the doesn't mean she is the kind of person to just pick up hitch hikers, and let homeless people sleep in her bed.No she's not that nice.But if she has a friend that might need something or what not she will try and get it for them.Also once someone gets to know Ira they really find out how outgoing and fun she is.when ever she's is in the middle of two people fighting she will always try to bring peace amongst them, by making jokes and just staying calm, and not getting all tensed up and still like most people would do.She has a deep passion for music, and really loves playing piano, no matter if its a electric piano or a regular one, and she often sing songs, and really her voice is pretty good.But the many things that she always sings tell a story about something, weither its her life or someone else's.So really I guess you could describe Esta as deep, when it comes to her inner layers."
History: It's kinda sad.
" I was born in Mullingar, Ireland. During the summer, in July 4th. I know I know, I should be excited because it's on the Fourth of July, yay! Not really, it was exciting when I was younger, but now that I'm older not really. Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing. My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night. That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my moms didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house. And my mom, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me. I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs, turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them. Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them. But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom, sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said, it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you. I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister. Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door. And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine. The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in. I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me, and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance. It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.

And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me, she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later. He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need to survive. That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."
Likes: A few things.
*Singing
*Music
*Chinese food
*Nicknames
*Painting
*Drawing
*The smell of a new car
*Rain
*Painting my nails
*Being hugged from behind
Dislikes: A few more things.
*Homophobes
*Bullying
*Discrimination
*Sharks
*Spiders
*The dark
*Wet grass
*The smell of paint
*Getting frizzy hair

Family: I love me family
"All I have is me self, I don't talk to my father or me step mother. Me mum, and stepbrother is dead. So I have me friends that are like my family, and meself."
Pets: I have one dog, and a cat
"My wolfdog, nippy, then theres my cat Patches those are my animals"

Phobias/disease's: Do they matter?
"I have a phobia of snakes and spiders, meaning I am absolutely terrified of them, there is no way that I will ever go near one, have one, touch one, just a big fat no...Also I have claustrophobia were I can't be cramped into tight spaces, or else I guess I sort of start to panic and freak out."
Other: Nothing
"Nothing that I can think of at the moment, but if anything come's to mind I will let you know c:"

Form credit goes to me
Name of charrie goes to me
Pictures belong to their rightful owners

[frozenmoons]

{{Accepted!
Doesn't matter c:
He was kinda mean
to both of them,
either way lol}}

| Aiden | June | Newmen |

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Akira..." I warned, and shook my head. "You can do whatever you want, I'm just worried about you." I jumped, "And Grace!" I added quickly.

[siyla1234]

Siyla

I was walking around and bumped into a guy named max, as soon as I bumped him I said sorry and walked away hoping I didn't look like a fool. when I was at the beach I sat down and drew the beach. I wished my mom didn't send me to this camp, I did have friends. Awesome friends and I will miss them but I might as well make my time here good.

[sharkbuddie]

Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monster's gone

He's on the run and your daddy's here.

Name: "Kyle Moore."

Age:"Seventeen."

Gender: "Excuse me."

Description: Sometimes described as 'lanky,' he stands at a proud 5'6" with choppy black hair and bottle-glass blue eyes. Pale lips, often pursed. Strong shoulders, and seeming built for speed.

Personality: Generally laid back, but can be very tense at times. Usually serious, but keeps quiet and to himself. He's the kind of guy who would prefer pouring over books than interacting with people. He's smart, but he doesn't shove that in other people's faces. Kind of finicky. Scares easily. Can be slightly melodramatic.

Likes: "Books, tea, my teachers, maple leaves, The Beatles, walking and/or reading in the forest, dogs, birds, apples, pears, sushi, and turtles.

Out on the ocean sailing away

I can hardly wait

To see you come of age

But I guess we'll both just have to be patient

'Cause it's a long way to go

A hard row to hoe

Yes it's a long way to go

But in the meantime

Before you cross the street

Take my hand

Life is what happens to you

While you're busy making other plans

Dislikes: "Bad grades, getting picked on, storms, being itchy and fidgety all the time, coffee, soda, and swimming."

Sexual Orientation:"Er..." Gay. Kyle is gay, but doesn't like to discuss it much.

Pets: "Nah. I have a German Shepard back home, but Magellan didn't come with."

Crush: "Ah...no. Not currently."

Relationship Status:"...come again?"

History: Kyle grew up a normal home; one mom, one dad, one dog. Things were okay until he was in about eighth grade. That's when his parents got divorced. Since then Kyle has lived with his father and his dog Magellan, playing in a band that can never make up its mind about a name and dreaming of becoming an artist.

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Darling, darling, darling

Darling Sean.

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

{Where can i pop in?}

[taetxe]

{Oh yeah he was.. Whoa.. I'm kind of nervous now. xD}

Destiny
I opened the cabin door, and I use one of my eyes to look around. From just one look at the people, I can already tell I don't belong here.. I make my way out of the door, in a shy way, and I walk out. I close the door behind me, and make myself out. I'm glad that I made it out, but I find myself really nervous at the same time. So for now, I just walked over to a tree, watching everyone walk by.

Max
When I finally finished unpacking, I made my way out of the cabin I was assigned to. Jeez, that cabin looked really nice.. Like, really nice. I wonder who designed it.. Anyways, I was going to go over to the ocean, before I bumped into a girl. I looked over to her, and then give a slight nod. "Its cool." I told her. I didn't think she wanted to talk, so I just kept on with where I'm going, when I find a good spot to be around at.

[HP Fan]

{{Accepted!
Doesn't matter c:
He was kinda mean
to both of them,
either way lol}}

| Aiden | June | Newmen |

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Akira..." I warned, and shook my head. "You can do whatever you want, I'm just worried about you." I jumped, "And Grace!" I added quickly.

Akita smiled slightly at Aiden, before reaching over and ruffling his hair slightly. She gave a broader smile and stood, picking up Grace's carrying case and letting her dog pad slightly ahead of her.

[siyla1234]

siyla

the guy I bumped into was nice, and kind of cute I guess and maybe everyone here wasn't ''the popular'' type witch was cool.

[Self Destruction]

Shane Castel

I leaned back and watched the ocean move back and forth while the warm sun beat down on me, it felt quite good, I don't usually go out in the sun I'm usually hiding in my house away from civilization. I listened to her words and nodded I knew exactly how she felt "I know how you feel, this is the most I've talked to someone in years" I said with a smirk forcing it's self to be shown.
Other than my parents this was true but it was hard to admit it but it was nice, to talk to someone for a change.

[Aato]

Kalani

'Okay... So I changed my mind.' He thought and shrugged to himself. His paper was propped against the dresser and the easel stand laid beside him while he had his paints on the other side and was preparing them on his wooden palette. This was probably the part he hated most; it always made him anxious in anticipation of getting to put the paint on the paper.

When he finished, he stood, resting his palette on the dresser top. He looked around for a moment, then decided against just carrying his supplies. He put the paper and stand back into his backpack before slinging a strap of the bag over his shoulder. He then picked up his cup of brushes and palette, holding it carefully.

As he started out of the room, he paused and glanced back. He had left his area just a bit unorganized with his art supplies, but he figured no one else would be coming to room with him if they weren't there already. So, he left it just the way it was.

He walked through the scenic area of the camp grounds, trying to find something that caught his eye. Many of the scenes were beautiful, but they all didn't 'speak' to him. Though, as he caught a glimpse of the water from where he stood, grass and soil seeming to fade into sand and rock, and the sun's reflection against the water, he smiled. This was it. He took off his bag and pulled out his tablet, making a quick sketch of the scene. He then sat that to the side and began settling up his easel.

Color palette resting on his arm, he bit the corner of his lip in concentration as he looked back and forth from the scene and his sketch. He found it important to use the right colors and, mostly, to make the right strokes. His painting wasn't the best, yet it wasn't horrible. It just seemed to always look more 'cartoon' than natural...which is what he was working on advancing his skills from. He sighed. At least if it did come out looking cartoon-ish, it would still be halfway decent and he would still have the scene. It reminded him so much of Maui; he missed it.