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I feel your pain XD I don't know where my other halves are either! *Starts singing too*[/fancypost]
Posts by Little.Dreams
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[ first name pronunciation. ]
" Bray - den "
[ nickname(s). ]
"Bray...'cause you know, Brayden is a mouthful."
[ gender. ]
"I'm a old man stuck inside a female's body! Send help!"
[ age. ]
"I'm ninteen years old."
[ height. ]
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[ personality traits. ]
» Observant
» Adventurous
» Committed
» Daydreamer or 'Follows one's heart'-er
» Daring
» Competitive
» Naive
» Charismatic
» Driven/Determined
» Trusting
» Slightly reckless
[ likes. ]
"What do I like? Question is...what don't I like?"
» When someone talks about the thing that they are passionate about and their eyes light up
» Crooked grins
» Adventuring
» Outdoors
» Interesting quirks that no one notices in people
» Sports
» Competition
» Making people laugh
» Fresh air
[ dislikes. ]
"Oh, dislikes. I have those."
» Staying indoors for long periods of time
» Fish, ugh I just don't like looking at them
» When people are disappointed
» Pressure to do something
» Spiders
» Large crowds
[ talents. ]
"I'm not quite sure if this is a talent but I'm a good talker and usually can get myself out of sticky situations. I'm also a good runner but that also means that I can't really keep still."
[ accent. ]
British
[ sexual orientation. ]
Hetrosexual
[ romantic interest. ]
"Hm, that Quinton guy isn't too shabby."
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[ plot ideas. ]
Maybe a love triangle of some sort.
[ face claim ]
Barbra Palvin
[ other ]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]'What time is it?' A small voice said in the back of Brayden's mind. At first she thought it was her conscious when a little wet black nose nudged her hand, the ludic managing to climb on Brayden's leg just enough to place her nose in the palm of her hand.
"Not time to go home quite yet Faye." She responded outloud, giving the small panda a slight smile only to see that the animal was annoyed with her.
'Well if it's not time to go home than why didn't we explore some more? Faye snapped, now untangling herself from Brayden's body only to trot infront of the girl. The duo shared the same wanderlust, forever wanting to explore and travel. If the raiders didn't attack so often, Faye would suggest that the two of them leave the town and go travel around the land. It didn't seem like a shabby to Brayden, she always wanted to travel but they were confided in the town which had it's perks. There were lovely people that were friendly and there wasn't a lot of trouble during the day.Her feet gently padded against the ground as she weaved through a few people only to nearly run into Anastasia. "Oh hey!" She said quickly as she gave a little wave, Faye in turn weaved through Daeryn's hooves.
But Brayden acted as though she was on a mission, she kept on walking when her eyes settled on Quinton. They had met up at the same spot every day[ and if you don't want this part to happen then just act like Brayden kept walking ]
and she was always late. She plopped down next to the boy as she gave him a smile "Hey. I saw you running through town for the hundredth time. I tried to wave but it's like you have tunnel vision." She whistled as she put her hands on the side of her eyes to motion that he did, indeed have 'tunnel vision'. Faye curled up beside Brayden, her ears flicking back and forth as she watched the town walk around somewhat aimlessly.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]"Hey I tried to make it on time today. Honest! But Faye was being hardheaded and wanted to see if we could catch a frog or something." Brayden laughed as she rolled her eyes, looking down at Faye who was glaring back at her - gently lashing her tail before letting out a little chattering sound but Brayden's mind stayed silent. Truth be told, Brayden had somewhat centered her little 'adventures' she had with Faye around the places she knew he frequently ran. But she didn't say a word about that, not wanting to seem like some kind of stalker but, quite frankly, it brightened her day to see Quinton's eyes light up when he ran. It was as though he was doing the one thing he loved to do. You know, other than being right...which he always was. "Yeah you better watch out for me! Maybe next time I'll throw some mud at you, get your attention." She joked as her grey eyes wandered from his face back down to the Ludic.
Faye's bushy red tail wagged back and forth, much like a dogs as Quinton's Ludic slowly crawled over. Her tail hit Brayden's stomach and she couldn't help but laugh. "Well at least Maisie pays attention." She commented as she gently patted Maisie's head, the fur fluffy under her fingers.
When he straightened up, she did also. As her eyes met his as she sported one of his ever-so-famous cocky smiles as she said "I think we should go the usual time. There's always things to do when we go around that time. You know...if you don't almost get yourself killed like you did last time."[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]"Lets make tonight be the night we stay out the latest!" She said, equally as excited as he was as her smile faded into something genuine as her eyes went up to the sky.
She nodded as she watched the faint stars above them. "I really hope it does." She agreed as she glanced back when he mentioned the comment about it being a beautiful sight to see. Some kind of boldness had suddenly sparked inside of the small girl as she suddenly found herself saying "You know, the Northern Lights are pretty...but I think they're prettier when you look at them with someone you like." She didn't want an awkward silence to commence so she laughed as she watched the stars, not bold enough to look at his reaction. "Isn't that right Maisie? I've always liked your fox more than you." She joked, her eyes traveling to meet his.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]Though it was mumbled she still felt a spark ignite in the pit of her stomach as he said the simple sentence more to himself than her. Faye tilted her head at the girl, her ears flicking as she watched how Brayden glanced at Quinton's hand more than once. But, it was painfully obvious that the girl did not have the courage to even think about making a move that bold.
When Quinton laughed it was as if the whole mood of the conversation lightened as she rolled her eyes, it only took her a split second to shoot back a quick snippy sentence. "Oh I'm the devious one? Have you seen yourself?" Once he started imitating her, she suddenly lunged at him. She quickly punched him in the arm as her hand flew to cover up his mouth. "Oh shush! I do not sound like that!" She laughed, her hand aching from punching him as she covered his mouth.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]”Yeah and when I look at myself I see quite the gentle…lady.” She said equally as snooty as she lifted her chin up, crossing her arms before the tackling and punching commenced. Brayden laughed as he tried to free his face from underneath her small hand but once he licked her hand she let out a squeal that sounded like some kind of unknown dying seal. She tore her hand away, waving it in the air as if that would make things better. Her eyebrows furrowed when suddenly he managed to cover her mouth.
She glared at him, as she threw curses underneath his fingertips as she tried to free her mouth only to resort to trying to bite him. Prehaps her and Faye didn’t have many differences. She managed to pry his fingers off her mouth, holding them back with both of her hands as she sneered a ”You little…” She never finished her sentence and they both sat in silence, her glare cutting into him but a smile was on her lips. They both knew that she couldn’t get mad at him.
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Hey! I was reading what you're interested in and we actually have a lot of common interests. But I have one plot that I already have a plan for & it's a apocolypse type of rp. But the safe haven one also sounds fun and doing some type of horror sounds fun also. So whatever you're up for~[/fancypost] -
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[ Nickname(s)/Alias(es) (opt): ] "I'm usually called Bray."
[ Age: ] "I'm seventeen years old."
[ Appearance (Descriptive): ] Noelle is quite the small girl. She's only stands at around 5"1. She has a certain air about her appearance, kind of like “honor student” meets “girl next door” meets “artist girly girl”. But because of all these aspects, there isn’t anything (at first) distinctive about her. Something about her physical being, body and face that is, is very… ordinary. It is actually quite refreshing seeing someone so ordinary at a place that is so not.
Her build is petite, which is a bad thing but it also comes in handy. It's good in the sense that she's quick, working on her speed and agility rather than her power and muscle. But it's also bad because she can't hit very hard, which is the main reason she doesn't have a sword as a weapon. Her body most closely resembles a tree, willowy and long though it doesn't do anything for her stature. Her legs make up 99% of her body. She has lean arms and legs, which combined with quick reflexes, are fairly useful when in combat. However, she can only hold up for so long. She battles best in quick emissions, and very obviously needs to work on the more lengthy battles.
Her eyes are probably her most distinctive feature if it had to be chosen. They're a light brown amber color bear into your soul and compel you to surrender your feelings and information to her, sometimes by the sense of trustworthiness that she radiates or by other times the sense of your own guilty conscious.
Her face is mediocre in shape and character, though may be cute to a select few, and has a wide and bright smile. She had braces at one point, so she does have straight teeth. But she has a long scar on the back of her arm from running into a doorframe with her arms above her head.[ Education: ] Advanced. She can definitely go anywhere she wants to collage wise.
[ Years at Camp: ] 10 years
[ Number of Completed Quests: ] None so far

[ Clothing Style : ] Noelle is quite the girly girl. Most of her clothing has frills or ruffles or it's a light pastel color. If it has ruffles, it's Noelles.
[ Phobia(s)/Fear(s) : ] She is scared of failure, always working hard and being on the top of her class really has gotten her scared of failing in front of everyone.
[ Personality Summary: ] Brayden could be defined with five simple words.
Daydreamer or 'Follows one's heart'-er :: Brayden is a total daydreamer, she can often be seen with her heads in the clouds yet her gravity is centered. What I mean by that is that she daydreams constantly, always trying to pull for ideas out of the cloud of imagination that always seems to be trailing behind this small girl. Though she can get caught up with the ideas that are swirling around in that fishbowl of a brain, she always knows when to snap out of it and get her head in the game. Since her mind is constantly filled with ideas, that means that she's a good brainstormer and knows where her heart is at all times. She often goes through life following her heart instead of her head because she feels as though...even if her two eyeballs can see eight sides to everything...her brain only remembers the bad parts. No matter what any anatomist says, the circumference of your eyeballs will never be big enough to hold all the things your heart sees. The heart literally has a cage around it, protecting it from anything and everything; especially from being punctured by life. The heart sees pain, love, & sadness, something your brain cannot comprehend on the same level. If her heart is in something, she becomes quite the perfectionist until she can achieve the dream she was going after and execute it thoroughly. It's just something about the way that she walks around with her hair twirling around her finger that makes you instantly get the vibe 'daydreamer'.
Daring :: She's daring. Some might say a 'thrill seeker' or 'adrenaline junkie'. If you dared her to jump off a bridge into a lake with questionable depth, she would in a heartbeat. She lives for the thrills man. She is always looking for an adventure no matter what kind of day it is, which often leads to her having a very bad case of Wanderlust. She wants to travel and explore and discover all in one night. I think this bit goes without saying but I think that this trait contributes to why she has such high energy most of the time. She gets up early yet she's the last one to lay her head on the pillow, she can always be seen doing some sort of activity. Anything from painting to doing yoga at 2 in the morning, everything and anything in between those two subjects too. This also leads into her favorite game which is...you guessed it...truth or dare. Only with her it's more like dare or dare. She's quite the adventurous one but that often times leads her to get stuck in sticky situations but due to her somewhat 'silver' tongue, she can manage to get herself out of the problem pretty darn quick. She's the first one to go ride on that odd guy's motorcycle yet the last one to actually do anything with him. She believes in love and that's probably what makes Brayden so darn naive when it comes to life.
Naive :: She's oh-so naive and perhaps it was just because of the way she was brought up when she was just a toddler. Her parents were madly in love and stayed loyal to eachother throughout their whole marriage ( When really her father was cheating on her mother the whole time just behind both of their backs ) so Brayden grew up with this false sense of security. Though she has not had many boyfriends, the ones that she did end up dating...she got very attached because to her, love was the only stable thing even if everything else was crumbling. But silly girl, how can you love someone when you have to learn to love yourself first? She learned shortly after her first 'love' that she needed to love herself before anyone because...that's the only way you can not get hurt. But her often 'hopeless romantic' style of life is not the only thing that is naive about this young girl. She often times plays off her 'smarts' or 'intelligence' as simply just her accidently speaking her mind. She apologizes constantly since she always feels as though she is saying 'too much' or it just completely does not relate to the subject ( which is often times true ). But she covers up this naive sense of drifting with confidence, always talking and laughing. She can make friends as easily as batting an eye just because she carries around with her a 'cute' type of personality.
Optimistic :; She tends to remember the last page of a good book. She remembers the way that the sun shines in her eyes that make all eight perspectives that hold together what you see go crazy. She remembers the occasional smiles she receives from strangers. Brayden often looks over the bad in people and in life only to focus on the good things. You could be sitting out with her in a storm without an umbrella and she can happily say "Well, at least, if we get thirsty, we can drink the water that's falling from the sky!" She's just very happy-go-lucky when it comes to things and that seems to work out just fine for her.
[ Background Summary : ] Brayden doesn't really have much to say about her past other than on April 21st 1997 she was born to a caring mother and a wallflower father in Brighton England. She lived a normal childhood, forever curious in things and always seemed to get in trouble around the town since she was exploring. She was raised without any set rules or standards since she was the first child to her parents and they didn't want to push her too hard to do anything or set standards she felt that she had to crumble underneath. They were very 'go with the flow people' but since they were so nomadic, they ended up leaving poor little Brayden and her newly arrived little brother in a pub and never returning. Brayden has had to go through life constantly wondering if it was intentional or that they literally just forgot the two of them there.
Anyhow, they were put into foster care and when she was 12 years old they were shipped off to the bright ol' USA. They were put in the dreary state of Washington where they got adopted by the Greysons. They also are a pair of 'go with the flow' people yet they would never leave their kids in a pub. So in a sense, the two of them were fortunate in who they were shipped off to. So other than that, her life hasn't been very exciting or out of the ordinary but she plans to change that because she wants a life worth writing about some day. She wants to accomplish things and become the person she knows she can be.[ Goal(s) (if any) : ] Like the rest of the campers, to survive.
[ Divine Parent : ] Apollo
[ Demi-God Power(s): ] She has a vague outlook on the outcome of relationships between people.[ Choice of Weaponry : ] She has two small golden daggers she named "Lux et tenebrae" which is latin for 'Light & Dark'[/fancypost]
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[ Nickname(s)/Alias(es) (opt): ] "My friends just love to call me Alex. But either one is fine, I also respond to 'hey there' or 'bud'."
[ Age: ] "I'm eighteen years old."
[ Appearance (Descriptive): ] James is a bit on the average side of height, ranging about 5"8 when not slouching. He has light body build, not being excessively muscular or buff. But he's an avid runner so having a muscular or thick body build is not in his cards. His hair is a light brown color, almost looking like a dirty blond in the light, which it is. James has a mixed color hair, ranging from light brown, to dark and dirty blond. It all blends together smoothly, shining in the sun. His eyes are a big mess of blues and greens resulting in a light blue-ish green color. James has sharp angular features and a square jaw with a scar along the right side of it. His smile isn't the arrogant bright kind you'd expect, like a celebrity's. His smile is small and soft. He doesn't smile too often, but when he does, you know he truly likes you. There's a light spray of freckles across his nose.
[ Education: ] Somewhat advanced. He can definitely go anywhere he wants to collage wise.
[ Years at Camp: ] 9 years
[ Number of Completed Quests: ] None so far
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[ Clothing Style : ] James can usually be found in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. But if the weather calls for it, he usually wears a khaki shorts, flip flops, and yet again...a t-shirt. Though if the weather is brisk he tends to wear sweaters instead of jackets just because he thinks their somewhat classier than throwing a hoodie on. So all in all, he's quite the average dresser.
[ Phobia(s)/Fear(s) : ] Though not willing to admit it, he has a big fear of rejection. Wheither it be from his future girlfriend to his peers even to his pets. He hates getting rejected and he tends to let his anger flare when it does happen, which gets the best of him. He also absolutely hates butterflies, if he sees one he's taking off up a hill or something to get away from it. He's just a weird kid.
[ Personality Summary: ] James can be described in three words : optimistic, humorous, and charming.
To put it very simply, James is a sweet guy. He is often times found doing small romantic gestures for his loved one, everything from writing little notes and placing them in her pockets to waking her up at the crack of dawn to go watch the sun rise outside their window. He has a strong sense of wanderlust which usually gets him in trouble since he can't sit still for long, always having to do something or fiddle with something so he doesn't get bored. But with that said, he can concentrate and is the guy that you go to if you need a shoulder because he's a good listener. He's more of a listener than a talker which makes him a foundation or a 'rock' in a relationship. He has a sense of humor, always trying to make people happy and smile...and he's good at it. That's one of his main goals in life, to make people laugh and smile and just...be happy because he absolutely hates to see people he cares about sad. Though he may not seem like it at time, he's intelligent when it comes to thinking things through but he has a soft heart which leads him to follow along with what anyone says.
But all of that aside, he really is a good guy but people tend to take advantage of his generosity. He's quite the optimist when it comes to things and always tries to cheer people up when they're feeling down.[ Background Summary : ] James was born in San Francisco California on July 5th. Talk about a surprise. In fact, he was such a surprise that his father wasn't there for the birth since he was out of town...that sets the tone for this boy's life. He joined all the sports he could to try to impress his father but his father was never impressed, always telling him things to work on and saying that he could've tried harder. I suppose his father just wanted him to be the best he could be. James grew up resenting his father when all of a sudden, his parents got a divorce and his father just left in the middle of the night. James now lives with his mother and his step father, and quite frankly...his step father is more of a father than his biological one could ever be. James has a little sister and he loves her more than anything in the world.
[ Goal(s) (if any) : ] Like the rest of the campers, to survive.
[ Divine Parent : ] Poseidon
[ Demi-God Power(s): ] James can control water but he an also freeze it[ Choice of Weaponry : ] He carries a small sword he calls 'bestia acqua' which is Italian for Water Beast. Yeah, he's quite the creative one...[/fancypost]
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Ooo this seems like a lot of fun! Tracking~[/fancypost] -

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Take my hand to know what's been happening to you...[color=COLOR][hr][hr]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: black][justify]So I have this plot, it’s kind of complicated so if you have questions just ask! Also, I really want to roleplay with an advanced person [ 2 or 3 good solid paragraphs minimum ] & be active! If you're interested, I'll whip up a first post.[/fancypost]
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You’ve been struggling, perhaps you just got laid off…maybe you don’t have a lot of food in your pantry...or maybe you’re rich and just bored with life. Either way, you find yourself stumbling upon an ad that states that for 2,000 dollars you just have to let a company test you with a sleep inducing drug. You go and Noah [ the guy that gives you the drug ] has a cold demeanor…he’s a complete jerk. But little do you know that once you’re asleep [ in a coma like state ] people posing as company workers try to take you. You’re worth millions because of the injection and you can only be awoken by Noah giving you something to wake you up.
The first time you wake up, you wonder what happened while you were asleep but don’t think anything of it. You get the money and suddenly, you realize that life is easier. The company does a follow up call and you’re wrapped up in going every single time they ask you to come in. But every time, more and more people try to take you, but they don’t succeed. Noah protects you but once you’re awake, he acts like he hates you. He’s hot and cold.
But as time wears on…you wonder…what exactly happens when I’m asleep? I can’t remember or think of anything happening to me…. Noah and you start getting closer and you start asking questions, perhaps ignorance is best because the truth…can kill. -
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Hi! ^^ are you still interested in claiming the plot?[/fancypost]