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[ dove cameron. cis female. she/her ] [ kimberly blake ] is a [ twenty-two ] year old [ counselor ] at camp reviere. [ she ] makes me think of [ white satin dresses, praying before meals, and the sound of a sewing machine ]. their favorite horror movie is [ poltergeist ] and they remind me of [ carrie white ]. [ nat. 24. est. she/they. ]
a little info about saint kimberly
it has always been kimberly and her mother. she has never met her father and doesn’t really want to know him based on the things her mother often screamed about relating to him.
because of her mother’s distrust in men she has a big distrust in them as well. which was never really a problem considering she hadn’t been around them much until high school. her mother was determined to home school her for most of her life, but she was not a patient teacher. kimberly liked to learn though so she latched onto her studies since her mother didn’t really like her going out much at all.
they lived in a pretty small home in pennsylvania. it was old and the floors creaked a lot so it was hard for kimberly to sneak around and her mother had excellent hearing. repairs were something her mother tended to do by hand which meant things didn’t work that well afterwards but kimberly adored their home for the most part. there were rumors about it once being haunted but kimberly thinks the neighbors started that to have a reason to avoid talking to her mom.
kimberly just wanted to be like the other girls she would see on tv from time to time. she didn’t think that was asking for a lot and she begged and begged for normalcy until she was gifted the opportunity for public schooling. she got her last few months of middle school in, which was weird to be shoved into when most of the people in her hometown knew each other well, but she made it work.
once high school though started it was game over. kimberly was fully exposed to the world she was missing out on and she loved it. it was messy and mean and complicated but she finally felt like she was doing something valuable with her time. making friends was really hard because her social skills are about as good as her moms, but she tries her best. she is a good-natured person deep down.
but she can be a bit judgmental. because her mother was so set on instilling her teachings into kimberly and for the most part they did stick. it didn’t help that her mother was overtly religious and expected kimberly to be just as much as she was. but in all honesty kimberly doesn’t know what to believe in. she wants to believe that everyone has good in them and they try their best to do good things, but her mother is always telling her otherwise.
once high school was over community college it was. kimberly knows her mother can afford it and she is able to get away and hide out in the library from time to time, which is her favorite thing to do.
the one thing that has ever been kimberly’s in embroidery. she loves it even though her peers call her an old lady for it. it relaxes her when she gets worked up and helps her work out the thoughts in her head.
she saw her first horror movie sneaking it on the television while her mother was asleep. ever since then she has been a little too into the dark and stranger side of cinema.
she also has a deep love for music, but she had to listen to it when her mother was out because she found most of the modern music annoying.
surprisingly the idea of going to camp was her mother’s. she thought it would be a “safe” way of self-expression and kimberly hopped on the first chance to be away from her home. being a counselor was her own choice. for her entire life it has always been about her mother or what other people thought about her or different ways to avoid being surrounded by a crowd she didn’t understand and now she just wants to dive into it all. she wants to learn new things, experience life, and she thinks this camp will be her new safe haven.
she really does like kids but she sure does have a hard time connecting to them. which is unfortunate to watch in all honesty. so she is a bit of a pushover because she just wants them to like her.
so overall she is a bit judgey, and bit naive, but very determined to change those two things about her. a bit of wildcard now that she is nowhere near her mother.
wanted connections
someone who encourages kimberly to go and party every now and then. this person gave introduced her to smoking and drinking and letting loose. kimberly is a little co-dependent with them but it’s only because she has yet to find her own voice in these social situations.
a crush. for so long she has been afraid to open her heart but there are so many cute guys at camp that it’s hard for her not to swoon at people every now and then. but this guy....this is the one she can’t get out of her head.
someone who can’t stand her. kimberly is judgmental by nature and probably said something to offend them so honestly we cannot blame this person for not liking her.
classic bully. kimberly is really easy to bully so i mean.....why not? kimberly isn’t the type to fight back...at least not now.
and if anyone has ideas please share with me i suck at thissss.
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“Cover me with kisses, baby. Cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough“
[ HUNTER SCHAFER. TRANS-FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] [ AUDREY BOTWIN ] is a [ TWENTY ONE] year old [ COUNSELOR ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ LOUD ROCK MUSIC, CHUNKY SHOES, BLACK AND WHITE MOVIES, AND TIGHT CLOTHES ]. their favorite horror movie is [ NIGHT OF THE DEMONS ] and they remind me of [ TIFFANY VALENTINE ].
Audrey was raised by a single mom her dad died when she was only five. The only memories of her dad where ones that you mom put into her head, how he was a great man and how much he cared about the both of them. Even though through the years she found out that wasn’t necessarily true.
Her mom wasn’t the most rich women they usually moved around from apartments or mobile homes but that never stopped her mom from raising her the right way.
Surprisingly her and her mom are very close her mom supporting her on how she wants to dress and the kind of music she likes to listen to.
Audrey HATES HATES HATES being told what to do she has a serious problem with authority and really can’t stand people who think they’re better than her.
She’s a super passionate person always being 100% with everything either she’s all in or not at all. This could be taken with her love life which some might call intense. Audrey will be all about you one minute but the second you turn on her or show disloyalty she’ll hurt you twice as bad.
At times her cruelty comes when you least expect it.
BUT WHEN YOU’RE ON HER GOOD SIDE SHE’S A RIDE OR DIE
Audrey is one of those people who really beat to her own drummer not really one for fitting in or caring what other people think about her.
Really she just takes up odd jobs here and there while paying her own way to college. Not really sure what she wants to do yet but definitely wants to make her mark in this world.
Audrey is super into old movies usually old monster movies she used to watch with her mom.
She loves kids! Which is why she took up this job it was easy money and getting to do whatever she wanted for a whole summer sounded good to her.
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[ ODEYA RUSH. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] [ ƈʟǟʀɨֆֆǟ "ʀɨֆֆǟ" ƈօաɛռ ] is a [ TWENTY-ONE ] year old [ FIRST AID ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ hand stitched skirts, tarot cards shuffled but never dealt, silence ringing in your ears ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE EVIL DEAD ] and they remind me of [ ֆǟʀǟɦ ɮǟɨʟɛʏ ]. [ ally. 22. est. she/her. ]
what’s up, y’all ???? my name is ally, i have a love/hate relationship with horror, i simp for bailey sarian, i’m extremely inconsistent with the Aesthetic, and i’m here with my fucked-up daughter, rissa !!! her inspo is, ofc, sarah bailey, but instead of magic it’s psychometry. cool? cool. details are below, and yes, this is a novel, but there’s tl;drs.
ֆȶǟȶɨֆȶɨƈֆ.
full name. clarissa genevieve cowen
nickname(s). rissa. she hates clarissa.
occupation. first aid at camp reverie, nursing student
age. twenty-one.
date of birth. january 27, 1963
nationality. american.
ethnicity. ashkenazi jewish.
orientation. lesbian.
gender & pronouns. cis female, she/her.
height. 5′8″.
weight. 150 lbs.
eye color. grey-blue.
hair color + style. dark brown, curly, usually messy. she tries to braid it and keep it back but it always tends to get free.
distinguishing features. those spooky eyes, her homemade baggy clothes, deep and deadpan voice,
ɮɨօɢʀǟքɦʏ.
born to a mechanic and the town psychic in louisiana in 1963, rissa was kind of destined to be an outcast. or, so she thought; her brother, chaplin, never had too much trouble fitting in.
she was more visibly the psychic’s daughter, though. not only bc she has wild hair, piercing eyes, and is terribly shy. from a young age, her mom used her as a prop during readings, the creepy little girl in the corner of the room. apparently chaplin couldn’t stay still long enough to be spooky :////
that was, until rissa helped one of her mom’s clients clean up her spilled purse, and she touched an old compact mirror. suddenly, she saw what it had seen, and blurted out that this was her mother’s old mirror, that she’d bought it in london and that it had seen war.
so, her mother asked her to take part in the readings, sometimes. if there was an important object, she’d give it to rissa to evaluate. even if there wasn’t, she’d still put the client’s purse, coat, whatever next to rissa, in case she picked anything up.
sometimes rissa couldn’t get anything, so she made things up. sometimes she sensed something, and sometimes, too often, she sensed something too awful to even keep the object in her hands. at least once a month, rissa saw something bad enough that she’d run to the attic and hide until her brother came to get her out. you can fill in the blanks there.
it was when she was ten that her teacher told her there was always a scientific explanation for things, and that magic wasn’t real. she clung to that, and asked to read about seeing things. her teacher told her to find the dsm ii in the public library. what she found... made sense but was almost worse than magic. since then, she’s been convinced she’s sick, and she’s making all the things she saw up in her head.
she also researched treatments, and that made her want to keep her mouth shut even more.
she started to avoid readings as much as she could. her mother told her she was wasting her gift. rissa insisted it wasn’t a gift, it was an illness. a disease.
uhhhhhhhh went full goth in high school. collected bones and hung out with the weird kids and smoked weed while listening to joy division in the woods. she didn’t like to touch people, she felt fucked up, and they were all okay with that. her best friend used to read lovecraft to her when she got high and rissa realized she was in love. she swallowed it down like she swallowed everything else down.
she spent the last few months of high school living with her father, since her mother didn’t want her to go to nursing school. her brother helped her leave home, and now she’s a nursing student at a community college.
tl;dr the psychic’s daughter has psychometry, sees some fucked up shit, suppresses her powers and convinces herself she’s having hallucinations, becomes a goth lesbian nursing student,
քɛʀֆօռǟʟɨȶʏ.
let’s get one thing straight: rissa doesn’t have a fucking clue who she is. she sees herself as something of a shattered mirror; trying to imitate what she thinks people want to see, but too dangerous to touch, to really know. she’s constantly recreating her identity as a result, as some kind of illusion. if she’s mysterious, nobody can tell when something is wrong.
she makes almost all her own clothes out of like. patchworks of other clothes. this is partially because she’s poor and partially because she likes things that are her own. and also definitely because she can’t find light enough clothing to provide her with the preferred amount of coverage in the summer without being too hot.
yeah, she wears full length skirts made out of tshirts and old lady cotton cardigans every day, so that she can’t accidentally brush up against anyone and activate her psychometry. also because she hates being known in any capacity. they’re patchwork. she looks like a bag lady.
she is still a very shy person, but she pretends to be cold and kind of mean instead. if she likes you, though, she’s just sarcastic and trying really hard to be funny.
Big Lesbian. Huge.
doesn’t want to be Known. if you’ve known her for longer than a year she’s been like five different people. whenever she feels like she’s falling into a pattern, she does something she thinks no one will expect. her motivation is as flakey as the fucking wind.
in truth she’s incredibly sensitive and takes everything personally because her self-esteem is like. below rock bottom.
still has nightmares about what she’s seen with her abilities, though she’s blocked a lot of it out during her day-to-day. if you’ve seen her have a nightmare, she’ll pretend it never happened.
for some reason, she loves old people. maybe it’s because she can tell if they like her or not from the moment she meets them, and as a result, she doesn’t really care what they think. but also... she loves stories.
probably has a lovecraft book with her at all times. still very much a goth.
big Daria vibes.
collects animal bones. she found a deer skull when she was a kid and all she felt when she touched it was peace. she slept with it like a teddy bear. even though she’s since suppressed her psychometry, she still finds animal bones to be somewhat soothing.
at parties, the type of person to steal a bottle of vodka and a bag of cheetos and hiding in the bathtub to get turnt. that’s living the good life. if you need to pee, sucks, she’s not moving.
anyways have some tik toks
(body image tw) big mood
her last two brain cells trying to destroy her psychometry
instead of spongebob quotes its joy division lyrics
աǟռȶɛɖ ƈօռռɛƈȶɨօռֆ.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙. an opposites attract kind of thing. her camp bestie that is very much on the straight and narrow while she tends to wanna go. all over the place. she definitely calls them a nerd daily.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑. someone whose leg she likes to pull, who she’ll regale with scary stories, whether they want her to or not.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘. a girl rissa has a major crush on. not like she’ll ever say it out loud.
𝖏𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. a good influence of sorts. someone who curtails some of rissa’s more chaotic tendencies and sees the potential she has. someone who rissa actually feels a responsibility to.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑. opposite of judgement. someone who brings out the worst, most chaotic and painful and hurtful parts of her.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘. someone who understands her trauma, to some extent. they connect on that deep level, even if they don’t connect on the surface.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖙. she someone she can get weird with yk. probably smokes weed with her and knows a little too much about her for comfort.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗. authority for her to rebel against.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗. someone with a fucked up past that triggers her psychometry like nothing else. maybe she brushed against them on the first day of camp and almost passed out. she avoids them like the plague.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓. their optimism fucking kills her. she wants so badly to be mean to them but can never bring herself to. makes her want to be kind.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓. is fascinated by her past life as a psychic prop and thinks she’s So Cool. rissa is probably crueler to them than anyone else, because she doesn’t want to think about that time in her life.
#1984intro#mental illness tw#specifically allusions to hallucinations#drugs tw#child abuse tw#death tw#specifically discussions of dead animals and bones#as you can tell she's a barrel of laughs#ptsd tw#anyways this is a novel so if you finish it heres a kiss mwah
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[ ASHLEY MOORE. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] [ SCOUT MAYFAIR ] is a [ TWENTY THREE ] year old [ SWIMMING INSTRUCTOR ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES IN THE SUMMER, A SWING SET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, BLACK LEATHER JACKET OVER A SUNDRESS, ROUNDHOUSE KICK IN A CHEERLEADER UNIFORM ]. their favorite horror movie is [ HOUSE ] and they remind me of [ BUFFY SUMMERS ]. [ kaylee. 28. est. she/her. ]
headcanons:
while most people knew scout as the bubbly, ditsy, popular girl she’d grown up as, during her sophomore year of high school she seemed to start to change. she became distant, secretive, skipping school and cheer practice without notice, coming home past curfew with scrapes and bruises like she’d been in a fight. she was never able to explain to anyone why this was happening, she didn’t really understand it herself.
when her parents divorced later that year, she couldn’t say she was surprised, but it was still devastating. no matter how much they’d been fighting before hand, she still hated not having her parents together, and a very big part of her believed that it had been her fault. both parents still maintained a presence in her life, but it didn’t feel the same.
from there it seemed like her recklessness only became worse and worse and eventually resulted in her explosion from school. to be fair, she was lucky she didn’t end up with worse consequences. her mom moved them both to a new town to start a new life and scout really wanted to do better, but no matter what she always seemed to find herself in trouble. like she was a magnet for terrible situations.
she became more of a loner after that, still joining the cheer squad and even the swim team, but keeping to herself more. popularity just didn’t seem that important to her anymore and while sometimes she missed it, watching it from the outside now, she realized that none of her friends, no matter how many she had, really knew she was. she spent most of her time in the library, which was surprising considering how academically challenged she’d been up to that point.
things were strained with her mom at home and while her dad started to get back on his feet and build a new life for himself, there didn’t seem to be much room for her anymore. it’s been hard for her, even now, to have lost so much, but she still tries to keep her chin up.
she’s a positive person for the most part, always trying to see the bright side of things, even when the situation is bleak.
she likes being out at night by herself and will often go out for late night walks when everyone else is asleep. or at least when they’re supposed to be asleep, she’s apparently not the only nocturnal rebel at camp.
she doesn’t go looking for fights, but she 100% will not back down if she’s confronted or if someone else is in a dangerous situation. she stands up for everyone and hates bullies more than anything.
she keeps to herself most of the time, but is still friendly and has been trying to force herself to be a little more outgoing when the situation calls for it.
she has some strange and morbid interests, which when she mentions them in casual conversation can rub people the wrong way. it’s amazing how quickly she could go from homecoming queen to queen freak, but that’s life.
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[ HALSTON SAGE CIS FEMALE ] [ HEATHER TATE ] is a [ 24 ] year old [ LIFEGUARD ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ CHEAP BEER, THE SMELL OF BLOOD, AND BEING A DADDY’S GIRL ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE EXORCIST ] and they remind me of [ CHRIS HARGENSEN ].
Name: Heather Nicole Tate
Age: 24
Occupation: Lifeguard
Personality Traits: + confident, + passionate, + determined, - blunt, - deceptive, - dramatic
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female, she/her
Birthday: November 15th, 1959
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Biography:
Heather’s father is a wealthy businessman so their family never went without. She has a younger brother that she considers an annoying nuisance but still cares for him, even if she doesn’t show it much. She grew up living a lavish life. Her family went on vacation twice a year and stayed in five star hotels. She had it made. When she was sixteen her mother fell ill. They caught the cancer too late and she passed shortly before Heather’s seventeenth birthday. Losing her mother killed Heather but she had her dad and her brother.
When Heather turned eighteen she went to college. She wanted to be a nurse, which was a terrible fit for her. She wasn’t the type to help people. But she thought it was easy work. She made it as far as her clinicals but got kicked out of college for throwing, what she claims is the biggest and best, party ever on campus. A student overdosed at the party and was proclaimed dead at the scene. She was never charged with anything, her father’s lawyer made sure of that. But she was expelled because of it. So, she never got her degree.
Her father was disappointed and angry and for a while it made their relationship rocky but he came around again. Soon she was getting everything she wanted again. She had a trust fund but her father wouldn’t let her touch it until she grew up and learned some responsibility. So, getting a job it was. There was a summer camp a few hours from where she lived. Heather enjoyed summer and loved being in the water during the scorching months so she got a job as a lifeguard at Camp Reverie. The job pays decent, enough for her to take care of herself and her extra curriculars but the bit of money her dad sent with her helps.
Headcannons:
Heather is, bluntly put, a bit of a bitch. She has little regard for other’s feelings unless you’re close to her. Even then she can be tough to deal with.
Loves makeup with a passion but doesn’t wear it when she’s working because it will wash off from the water.
Intentionally shows her body/assets off to the other lifeguards and swim instructors
Quite the trouble maker.
Loves to party with the other camp staff at night and on the weekends
Isn’t really the biggest fan of kids but likes the job and being in the water
Swears the kid that drowned last summer wasn’t her fault
A huge daddy’s girl. He always gave her anything he wanted which in return made her a spoiled brat.
A heart breaker. She only got dumped once but claims the person was crazy so it doesn’t count. She’s always the dumper.
In touch with her sexuality and isn’t afraid to flaunt it.
Known to dabble in cocaine but smokes marijuana regularly.
A pretty big drinker but slowed down a little bit since the incident in college.
Wanted Connections:
A best friend-- one that kind of lets her call the shots but also shuts her down when needed.
An ex-- Gender doesn’t matter. Preferably the one person that dumped her.
A hook up -- Someone she hooks up with from time to time.
A crush -- Someone she wants but can’t have.
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[ GEORGE MACKAY. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ ROCKY MARCH ] is a [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ LIFEGUARD ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ A CAR WINDOW THAT WON’T ROLL UP, FLOWER TATTOOS, A LOUD MOUTH AND A QUICK WIT ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ] and they remind me of [ DARRY JENNER ]. [ kaylee. 28. est. she/her. ]
headcanons:
death tw, trauma tw, dead body tw
rocky had a genuinely normal life. he grew up in st. genevieve with his parents and sister and was relatively well liked and popular in school. he was excited for college, as was his sister but the siblings had very different motivations. while his sister had wanted to get away from their home town and family, rocky was excited for the whole experience. he wanted to party, he wanted to meet new people, widen his horizons. since he and his sister attended school in the same place, they often drove home for breaks together. the two were close, always had been. of course they fought constantly, but they had their own language.
while still in high school, rocky’s best friend had been in a fatal car accident with his girlfriend. rocky struggled with the loss, but put up a good front for the world. he smiled and he healed along with the timeline everyone else expected and pushed his really feelings further and further down.
during one spring break in college, a few years later, he and his sister were run off the road while driving home. the truck had been terrifying, almost as terrifying as the old church they’d stopped at while looking for help after the accident. they found no residence, but while investigating what sounded to rocky like someone calling for help, he accidentally stumbled into a serial killers lair. or that’s what he assumed it had been, the basement of the church had been filled with dead bodies, including ones he insisted were his deceased friends. but what were they doing there?
rocky and his sister fled the sight in search for the nearest phone, but by the time the police arrived on the scene the old church had been engulfed in flames. most of the remains and evidence were lost and rocky was treated like he’d made the whole thing up.
the only clue anyone had to the arson was rocky, his sister, and old creepy truck that witnesses had seen driving away from the church before the fire. but without proof rocky’s story sounded insane, the exaggerated imagination of a traumatized boy. of course he saw his dead best friend, but it was just a delusion. they believed he’d found something, but the details tended to get watered down as the investigation went on.
no one ever found the old truck and local police got real tired of answering rocky’s phone calls. as far as police were concerned, the case was cold, but rocky refused to give up until he tracked down the driver of that old truck. this time, he wasn’t going to move on to make people comfortable.
it’s been a decade since his best friend died, but rocky is still investigating his murder and what he saw. in the meantime he’s moved back to st. genevieve permanently and taken a job at his dad’s auto body shop.
he went to camp reverie every year as a kid and began working there during his summers in college. he still likes spending his summers there as a life guard.
he’s a confident and cocky person, with a quit wit and a big mouth. he’s never been afraid to speak his mind or ruffle some feathers.
has a rose tattoo on his stomach.
when he’s not on duty he’s always wearing his beat up black converse. he’s had them for years but refuses to get rid of them until they completely fall apart.
has nightmares nearly constantly.
get paranoid everytime he hears an old car he can’t see or the sound of a truck horn.
reads a lot of true crime and is fascinated by the recent fbi’s studies on what they call serial killers.
watches a lot of late night tv, especially psychic networks. he occasionally calls in, but is mostly fascinated by the whole concept. he does talk a lot to one particular host, Miss Jezelle.
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[ LYRICA OKANO CIS FEMALE. ] [ ASHLYNN “ASH” TANAKA ] is a [ 22 ] year old [ SWIM INSTRUCTOR ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ BLACK LIPSTICK, WHITE COLLARED DRESS, & PLATFORM BOOTS ]. their favorite horror movie is [ NOSFERATU ] and they remind me of [ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS ]
Name: Ashlynn “Ash” Tanaka
Age: 22
Occupation: Swim Instructor
Personality Traits: + independent, + determined, + brave, - prideful, - pompous, - stubborn
Sexuality: Panromantic asexual
Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female, she/they
Birthday: August 13th, 1961
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Biography:
Ash was born to two Japanese immigrants that moved to America shortly before she was born. Her father worked closely with her uncle developing a video game industry. The games were never marketed towards a specific gender so she grew up playing Pong and Magnavox. Unlike her cousin, Tate, she grew an interest in it and wanted to be apart of the company when she was old enough. Her father told her no, saying that women weren’t meant to run businesses. This upset her but she was raised in a strict and disciplined household so she didn’t fight him on it.
It was in middle school when Ash began taking an interest in alternative fashion and music. She’d always been a horror film fan and considered Mary Shelly an icon. Her parents disapproved of her fashion and music choices, telling her she wasn’t acting like a proper young lady. This only made Ash want to rebel and go against them more. She had stayed quiet and disciplined for far too long. She wasn’t going to let her parents make her into something she was not.
She began smoking at sixteen and hanging with a crowd that was into the same things as she was. She wasn’t necessarily a bad kid. She never got into any sort of legal trouble except for a ticket for loitering in a park after hours. Her parents have adjusted to her choices and do love her but that doesn’t mean they agree with it.
Headcannons:
Doesn’t resent her father but is still angry he never let her help out with the company
Favorite color is red because black isn’t a color it’s a shade
Did go to college and graduated with a degree in women’s studies
After the summer is over she wants to get a job at a shelter for abused women
A huge advocate for the environment, women, and lgbt+
Cares deeply for her cousin, Tate, even if she doesn’t show it much
Has always had a fascination with death and debated becoming a mortician for a while
Tries her best to eat vegan but can’t help but splurge sometimes
Dabbles in witchcraft and has read books on paganism
Considers herself spiritual, not religious
Doesn’t really dress in her usual gothic style during work since she’s usually in a swimming suit to teach the kids. On weekends and during times she’s just hanging with her coworkers after hours she dresses up.
Enjoys reading and almost always reads before bed
Wanted Connections:
Anything and everything!!
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[ TIMOTHEE CHALAMET. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ KAZ LINUS ] is a [ TWENTY ONE ] year old [ COUNSELOR ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ HOTBOXING YOUR FRIEND’S VAN, A DRIVE THRU BURGER AT 2 AM, THIN SILVER NECKLACE JUST VISABLE UNDER A TSHIRT, AIR GUITAR, WAKING UP WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT DAY IT IS ]. their favorite horror movie is [ ERASERHEAD ] and they remind me of [ ANTON TOBIAS ]. [ kaylee. 28. est. she/her. ]
headcanons:
despite being a burnout, kaz has always been someone that people enjoyed being around. he’s an easy going guy who really just wants to chill and have a good time.
he is absolutely always high at all times don’t even ask.
he liked skateboarding and bmx in high school and is still into it now, though it isn’t his whole life anymore.
his dad tried to kick him out at eighteen because he wasn’t ready to go to college just yet. he tried to explain how it was a wise financial decision to take some time off, maybe a year or two, who knows, but to avoid going into debt for a degree he didn’t even want. he didn’t even know what he wanted to do with his life. his mom came in clutch, like she always did, with the perfect solution: he would move into the apartment above the garage if he cleaned it out and got a job.
it took an entire summer, but he and his friends finally got the apartment all set up. the employment thing was a little tougher. he tended to find a job only to be let go a couple months later. what could he say, it just wasn’t a good fit.
his dad is pretty tired of him still hanging around the house, but he has to do his laundry somewhere right? and his mom is always making such good dinners, it beats take out any day.
he doesn’t really have any goals, his guidance counselor said it was a lack of direction, whatever. he was going in a direction, just not as fast as everyone else. he prefers to live in the moment and enjoy his life before adulthood completely sucks out his soul and he becomes a mindless nine to five drone.
he’s a bit of a conspiracy theorist, feel free to ignore his delusions.
need a lighter? ask kaz. need some papers? ask kaz. need some weed? ask kaz. you’re playin if you think he came to camp without a lot of supplies and he’s always happy to share. well, sometimes he’s more happy to charge, but he’ll give you a deal, no worries.
collects pez dispensers. he just thinks they’re neat.
he loves horror movies, especially they really weird and messed up ones. gore and absolute nonsense are his bread and butter.
also a big fan of cartoons, no surprise.
is philosophical and surprisingly intellectual. it surprises even himself to be honest. but he does maintain that he thinks better while high so, there you go.
he is an excellent knitter. his mom taught him in high school and he’s continued to do it ever since. it’s relaxing and keeps his hands busy, he enjoys it, especially when he feels like he’s being a little too lazy.
does not have a sleep schedule, it just doesn’t exist. camp is the only real structure he has in his life right now, otherwise he’d be a complete mess.
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[ ZENDAYA. NON-BINARY. SHE/THEY. ] [ CASSANDRA ADARE ] is a [ TWENTY ] year old [ COOK ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ OVERSIZED BLACK CLOTHES IN THE SUMMER TIME, HOLDING YOUR BAG CLOSE LIKE EVERYONE’S A THREAT, A BROKEN MIRROR WITH BLOOD ON THE EDGES ]. their favorite horror movie is [ MANIAC ] and they remind me of [ BRIGITTE FITZGERALD ]. [ filene. 19. pst. she/her. ]
yes it’s me again but this is the last time you have to read one of my intros (for now) so it’s the usual deal lets get into it THIS IS MY WORST INTRO BTW AND THE MOST MESSY ITS THE LAST ONE I DID SO MY BRAIN IS BROKE IM SORRY
here’s cassandra’s pinterest
trigger warnings: talk of death and bullying
born into the normal nuclear family on a normal street with a normal picket white fence home, cassandra and their older sibling gillian were far from that same normal. cass was always a quiet baby, rarely crying, so much so it was almost a concern for their parents. they were small too, a runt, something they never quite outgrew as they got older and if anything they made themselves even more of one.
the adare siblings prided themselves on being different, on being weird (cue jughead’s speech). in their small town it felt like everyone was the same, everyone was painfully normal, they were all surface level and boring. so they took it upon themselves to be different, or gillian did and cassandra followed in suit.
the two went for what would shock people the most: horror and death. cassandra’s earliest memories include sneaking into the theater for r rated horror movies with her sibling, loving the rush of the adrenaline that came with the fear but also feeling like her chest would burst from it. during especially scary moments during these movies cass’s asthma would act up, and while she tried to put on a brave face and claim they weren’t scared there was no hiding the wheeze that could be heard, garnering her the nickname “wheezie” from their sibling.
still, they loved it, spending hours with their sibling researching true crime and reading about the most gruesome deaths in history, talking about the ways they’d like to go out. one of their favorite hobbies to do was point someone out in a crowd and guess how they’d die, especially when it came to the kids at school they hated the most.
they weren’t very well liked, not that they wanted to be, but it affected cassandra more than they’d ever let on. they always put on a resting bitch face, trying to come off intimidating so no one approached them, but deep down they were a ball of insecurity and anxiety. always hunched over with her hair covering her face, their clothes always too big and baggy and almost always black. they were doing everything they could to just not be seen.
they wanted so badly to be like their sibling, following in their footsteps and preferring to live in their shadow, but while gillian meant everything they did and said cass never had that same oomph, never had that same confidence. when someone would bully her she’d try to respond with a middle finger or a bitchy comment but it never had the bite they intended, always instead sounding like the coward they were. sometimes they just didn’t say anything at all, stayed silent and tried to walk away, feeling like they never had much of another option.
their parents grew used to their behavior, no longer shocked by the horror movie marathons they’d have and them playing dead with each other. still, they hoped they’d grow out of it, that cassandra would come out of her shell a bit more. that never happened, and when their mother asked their grandparents for advice they told them about a summer camp near them that could help.
so every summer the adare siblings were put on a plane to california to spend their summers at camp. cass hated it more than anything, uncomfortable in the hot california sun but refusing to change out of her usual baggy black clothes, either staying by their siblings side or hiding in the mess hall while everyone did activities. at first the counselors tried to get her more involved, tried to force it even, but eventually they gave up and everyone knew throughout the years it was better to leave cass on their own to mope around.
nothing ever changed but their parents kept sending them there anyway, and now at twenty years old and an adult cass was still going despite her disdain for it. gillian was working there so cass had to too, well not had to but anything gillian did cass did too. being a cook now it was the same as it was for them at camp before anyway, just hiding in the mess hall away from everyone else.
personality & headcanons:
cass is all talk, always putting on a mean face and whispering snippy comments to their sibling of “i’d fight her if she says that again, i could kill her” etc, trying to come off as “take no shit” badass when really she’s all talk, cuz when it comes down to getting revenge on their bullies or actually standing up for themselves they chicken out.
they’re genderfluid and go by she/her or they/them pronouns.
they smoke cigarettes (almost way too much) but have never drank or smoked weed. whenever anyone calls them a prude for that they get angry cuz that isn’t even the real reason, rather they’re so paranoid and scared of what someone might do to them while they’re under the influence because they really don’t trust anyone.
a part of not trusting anyone, cass doesn’t let anyone in really. she’s never even been kissed before, too scared to really let anyone in enough for that and not carefree enough to just kiss someone just to kiss them.
their nickname is wheezie though they’d never introduce themselves as that, either introducing themselves as cassandra or cass (some people call her cassie too) though i’m sure most campers/employees have heard gillian call them wheezie so its probably caught on a bit (up to you if you want your character to call them that) and though they’ll rarely say it they hate that nickname.
wc’s:
some past connections from past campers/employees. maybe some people that kinda bullied or teased cass, some people who tried to get them to do things, and maybe even someone they possibly got close to being friendly with?
an unexpected friend/ally
maybe someone who really wants to get them to let loose or tries to corrupt them, whether in a nice wanting to help cass way or in a lets try to get the weirdo to get drunk kind of way
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[ ROSS LYNCH. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ FITZGERALD “FITZ” CARMICHAEL ] is a [ TWENTY-TWO ] year old [ LIFEGUARD ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ BLACKED OUT FACES ON A FAMILY PORTRAIT, NEVER BEING ABLE TO WIPE THE RED OF BLOOD OFF YOUR HANDS, THE STARS ALIGNED AGAINST YOU, AND TRYING TO PUT SOMETHING BACK TOGETHER ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ] and they remind me of [ MICHAEL AFTON ]. [ filene. 19. pst. she/her. ]
i know i said the last one was the last one but i swear this one is the actual last one,,,i think BUT ANYWAY HOPEFULLY BY NOW YOU GET THE GIST OF THINGS also this is really bad my apologies THIS IS MY FOURTH ONE MY BRAIN IS BROKEN
trigger warnings: death, murder, this is my most dark one there’s a lot of death so !! watch out
coming from an affluent family, a young fitz always thought he had a good life, he was even a little spoiled. his father was a businessman, a good one too, always having a finger in any big business in their area and doing his part behind the scenes. they weren’t a household name or someone you’d immediately recognize as the carmichael family, but they were more well off than you’d expect.
a child you never really care to know the details of your parents work, just that they go off to do it and not to bother them if they had to bring any home, you just minded your business and do whatever it was that kept you entertained as a child. his father was always working, but nonetheless they were a perfect nuclear family. his father in his designer suits, his mother a housewife straight out of the 50′s, and he was the eldest of two boys. they were picture perfect, everything the american family could be.
he was a spoiled kid, a brat and a bully even, especially to his younger brother. always giving him wedgies, taking his toys and putting them up in places he couldn’t reach, watching as he tried to reach it and never could, getting all his friends together to scare his brother until he cried. it was all fun and games, the regular cruelty an older sibling played on their younger brother. until it went to far.
he didn’t mean it, it was all for fun, it was all a joke, him and his friends wearing halloween masks as they babysat one night and chased him around the house. they turned all the lights off, kept it pitch black, really wanting to scare him. it worked, in the darkness they could hear his brothers sobs amongst their laughter, waiting to take the masks off and put him to bed after what they considered a prank. there was no accounting for him getting so scared he opened the door and ran into the street for help, no accounting for the car speeding through their neighborhood not expecting a little boy to run right in front of it.
fitz and his friends were stunned, frozen, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. his friends had to run inside, call the police and call their parents, shaking him as he stood there and stared, screaming at him to call his parents to get home now. none of it felt real, he doesn’t even remember making the call, doesn’t even remember everyone’s reaction when the ambulance came too late. he just remembers waking up and being an only child and being told it was his fault.
their family was in disarray, his father throwing himself further in his work and his mother throwing herself further away from the family. she could hardly stand to look at fitz now, and fitz couldn’t even tell if this behavior was odd from his father or if this is how he always was. he never paid much attention before but he did now, and he couldn’t even tell if this effected him at all.
a year later his mother left them, and their once perfect family was truly broken apart, an empty house with him and his father and fitz just a shell of his former self. he didn’t know where to go from here, what to do or how to act, still stunned by everything that had happened. his father was no help, more like a faceless entity in a designer suit, sitting with him for dinner and placing a hard hand on his shoulder as he left, and fitz didn’t know if that was his way of showing affection or a silent way to put him in his place. maybe it was both. but fitz was quickly learning that the man he shared a bloodline and a house with was a stranger to him.
still, they went on with life like they had to, fitz went to school and grew up always having that guilt over his head, always being known as the boy who caused his brother to die. he became a bit of a loner, wallowing in his emotions and self pity, preferring to spend his nights alone in his cold house.
he grew more suspicious of his father, the late night phone calls he’d make with his office doors locked, his apprehension and denial whenever fitz asked to learn more about his business. he always told him he’d tell him more one day, when he was ready to learn more about what it took to be a real businessman. still, none of that felt genuine, because he didn’t understand what would be so hard for him to understand of owning a convenience store chain amongst the other shops in their town.
there was something off, he just knew it, and he found out soon enough. his father always disappeared late at night, past any hours any actual business would need any worker for, and fitz was tired of his lies. so he followed him, and when he found out the truth he wished he had kept living in ignorance.
his father was not a good man, not at all. when he found him he couldn’t hide, not with his shock and disgust, and that moment was the most his father had truly spoken to him and shown actual emotion. his bloody hand resting on fitz’s cheek, telling him “we’re the same, we’ve both done this” and “everything i’ve done has been for you”.
fitz ran, he ran as far as he could straight home. yet again he was shocked, stunned, he couldn’t think or move or do anything. he knew he should call, call 911, do something but he couldn’t do anything. he went to bed and told himself he would in the morning, his brain still not letting him process it all. by the time he woke up his fathers stuff was gone and he knew he was an idiot for not doing anything, for being such a coward. his father was a smart man too, he knew how to get away with something, he knew how to win.
fitz knew the only way to fix this was to do it himself, so he dropped everything and dedicated his life to finding his father. that’s what lead him to camp reverie, he had a percentage in owning it despite not having much to actually do with it, but this was the last place on his long list to go to in hopes of finding something to track his father.
personality & hc’s:
like i said before he’s kind of a loner, but more so in the way he puts that on himself. he’s scared of getting close to people and getting hurt, but he doesn’t completely lack social skills and if someone is nice to him he’ll be nice right back.
he never really cared or wanted to take over after his father, more of a lowkey “fuck the system” type.
he smokes cigarettes way too much, evident by his hollowed out cheeks. he’s also the guy who despite being on a mission brought a shit ton of alcohol and weed. i mean, it helps to get information when someones under the influence.
he’s totally that guy who got high alone in his room every night of high school that’s not much of a headcanon i just have to say that.
wc’s:
fwb or a random hookup
more as a slow burn but someone who eventually becomes his confidant and ally THOUGH IT WOULD BE REALLY HARD FOR HIM TO OPEN UP
i never really had a set place for where he grew up (not in st. genevieve tho) so potentially someone he knows or grew up with or met SOMEHOW
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[ JOSHUA BASSETT. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ RUMOR CHASTAIN ] is a [ NINETEEN ] year old [ FIRST AID ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ READING A BOOK IN A FIELD OF WHEAT, A LONE HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY IN FLAMES, AND SMOKING ALONE IN YOUR CAR ].their favorite horror movie is [ THE WICKER MAN ] and they remind me of [ BEN MEARS ]. [ filene. 19. pst. she/her. ]
yes it’s me again with another character, this is my bb rumor aka probably my favorite muse of all time so i had to bring him and i’ll save you from reading my whole mess about myself and plotting again (find that on sookies intro or else) so here’s my bb rumor !! ALSO SORRY IF THIS IS A MESS I KINDA RUSHED IT
full bio is linked here
his pinterest is here
trigger warnings: mentions of death/disappearance, bullying, and brief mention of alcohol and drugs
rumor chastain was an accident in his family - but that doesn’t mean he was unwanted. his parents, delilah and benjamin, were more than happy to have another child after their daughter verity (who was around ten when rumor was born).
the chastain family lived on a farm in the countryside, far from the nearest town and no neighbors in sight. just the four of them and their lovely house, along with all the animals rumor affectionately named and cared for. being the baby of the family his parents ensured he took that role, never giving him any big responsibilities on the farm and rather letting him roam about as he pleased. he was a happy child, and he loved his life. he did his chores early in the morning so he could run out and see the sunrise, spend the rest of his day running up and down the hills picking flowers and finding figures in the clouds. he’d stay out there until the sunset, counting every new star in the sky until there were too many, and only coming home once his mother called him down for dinner.
when he was old enough for school he was homeschooled along his sister verity, who taught him his abcs and how to read while teaching herself geometry. they were isolated in their country home, but rumor didn’t mind, he had everything he needed. his family was his best friends, and their property seemed like the whole wide world to him. he loved that farm more than anything, he couldn’t imagine a life better than the one he lived now.
nothing good can last forever, and the worst part is that rumor doesn’t even know why. he just remembers waking up in the middle of the night to his sister shaking him awaking, rushing her words as she picked him up and took him to the cop car waiting for them in their front yard. she held him close as they drove into town and to the police station, and continued to hold him as he cried in her arms asking why they were there and what was wrong. they were there until sunrise when his aunt finally made it, taking verity and rumor with the news they’d be living with her now and that they’d never see that farm again
going from his quaint life in the country to a town, even a small one, was shocking to rumor. his usual routine now interrupted by an actual school, no more running around rather he was expected to sit in a desk all day with very few reprieves. at home he was always confident, outgoing, always had something to say. here he was terrified to speak, never being around other kids or knowing how to act around them. he sat in the back with his head down, dutifully taking notes on his own. it wasn’t until lunch when one student gave him a chance that the boy he always was came out. all the students crowded around him to meet the new kid, and he was so excited to talk to all of them. tell them about himself, the farm, the stories he made up and games he’d play. his happiness was quickly crushed as he was responded to with laughter. to his peers he was a freak, a weirdo with an equally weird name. that was the first time rumor chastain learned to change himself, hide certain parts to fit in. it was only a matter of time before hiding simply became erasing those parts of himself, unable to get back that full shine he once had.
his sister had dropped out of high school and gotten multiple jobs instead, saving her money in the short time they lived with their aunt. the minute she got enough money she bought them a little trailer barely able to fit the two of them and they left. it wasn’t because of anything their aunt did, they love her dearly and thank her for everything she did to help them, but they just weren’t meant for a life like that. rumor wasn’t at least, because as much as he loved to learn he hated the constraint of the classroom. he knew how smart he was, too smart for the pace most classes took. verity and rumor were always on the road, always moving, his sister finding odd jobs wherever she could. most of the time he was self taught, only going to actual schools when they stayed in one place longer than most. even then he barely went, preferring to be on his own and go at his own pace.
once he was old enough to get a job he did, wanting to do anything to help his sister out after everything she had done and given up for him. it was the least he could do, and he only hoped that one day he could do more. he graduated high school early and took some time off to keep working and be with his sister. he wanted more than anything to go to college but he was scared of leaving, crippled by the drastic change he went through as a child (and learned not to ask about) that left him terrified of any other form of change.
over the summers they’d go back to visit their aunt and spend their summers at camp reverie, it was his sisters summer job and with her working there they’d allow rumor to be a camper. while he usually kept to himself due to his shyness he loved being there, it was the only time he really felt like a kid even if most of the other kids scared him. when he got old enough he applied to work there as well, this being his first year being at camp not as a camper but as an employee.
personality & headcanons:
the thing two most important things i didn’t mention about rumor above are 1. his love for poetry and desire to be a poet and 2. how much of a hopeless romantic he is
rumor always loved literature but poetry owned his heart. ever since he was a kid and his mother would read him poets to go to sleep he tried to write some of his own, developing his own style over the years and finding a passion for it. he’d often visit bookstores and read whole collections of poetry while there, knowing he couldn’t afford to buy them so he memorized them instead. because of this he’s that guy who quotes poetry randomly.
rumor loves love. his entire life has been looking for love, creating this idealized version of his soulmate in his mind. love is truly the driving factor in his life, and he’d do anything for those he loves (romantically and platonically) almost to a fault or dangerous point. when it comes to romantic love he is the type to go all in, full romeo and juliet kind of guy. he wants a love to overwhelm and take over his entire life, but he puts too much pressure on this idealized love that is virtually impossible to obtain.
despite all he has gone through and how he isn’t nearly as happy and bright as he was as a child, he still tries to hold onto that happiness and optimism he once had. he sometimes struggles to do so, but he tries his hardest to keep his dreams alive and keep a smile on his face.
one of his biggest vices is that he smokes cigarettes. he’s minorly addicted and picked it up when he was around 15, and it’s become a kind of nervous tick for him to immediately start smoking once anything makes him anxious. despite this he doesn’t really drink, that’s reserved for when he’s especially sad and wants to get drunk on his own.
he’s just really sweet okay, he’s not the biggest social butterfly but he is social enough to have friends and he’s legit nice to everyone. it’s hard to find a mean bone in his body. he’s a bit of a wallflower though since he legit has never really had a friend outside of his sister and has never gone to a party or anything like that so this is all new to him.
wc’s:
some people he’s possibly known from camp in the past years hes gone, whether it’s good or bad connections !!
someone to corrupt him (though for him that’s so tame), he’s never been to a party or been in a setting like this with the opportunity to get black out drunk or smoke with other people around his age so i’d love someone who kinda guides him through that
through that i’d love him to kinda get corrupted and become a lil stoner and have a lil stoner crew
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well, boy-howdy-hey, pals. my name is leila, i’m eighteen, and i’m in mst ! i’m going to be playing winifred “winnie” anand, who is based off of randy meeks from the scream series. she is just a plain old counselor and your local movie nerd. you can read all about her below ! if you’d like to plot, i’m in the discord and i’ll also be in the tumblr ims !
✶ ━━ WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE ? || all about winnie
[ GERALDINE VISWANATHAN. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ] [ WINIFRED ANAND ] is a [ TWENTY-THREE ] year old [ COUNSELOR ] at camp reviere. [ SHE ] makes me think of [ A SHELF OF BOOTLEG VHS TAPES, THE SOUND OF SHAKING JIFFY POP ON THE STOVE, and BEAT UP HIGH TOP REEBOXS ]. their favorite horror movie is [ JOHN CARPENTER’S THE THING ] and they remind me of [ RANDY MEEKS ].
she is from palo alto, ca. and is the daughter of a computer engineer for hewlett-packard and a secretary. she’s the middle of three (a twenty-five year old brother and a nineteen year old sister). overall not the worst upbringing in the world, and her family is very close!
her and her siblings all have been campers at reverie from the time they were able to walk, talk, and swim in the crystal-clear lake. she loves the camp and once she was old enough, she moved into being a camp counselor. her brother was also a counselor for some summers but now he has a “real job.”
when she was a camper she had a bad experience where she peed the bed at age, like, eleven or twelve and all of the others in her cabin made fun of her. some people who knew her at camp still called her “pee-body” or “sheets” for the incident. in truth, she didn’t even pee the bunk, all of the girls in the cabin just poured warm water onto the sheets.
she loves camp reverie, though. and the good experiences outweigh the bad (for sure). her favorite spot is the lake where she probably befriends the lifeguards and makes sure to get in lots of swim time during the summer.
because she’s the middle child, she was left to her own devices when her parents had to start taking care of her baby sister. winnie is used to being independent, but when she’s around people she’ll act larger than life to get attention.
winifred anand is an absolute movie buff. if she’s not at work, school, or making movies with her friends, you can find her in the local movie theater watching the most recent releases. she is such a regular at the theater that they let it slide when she sneaks into more than one showing.
her favorite movie of all time is john carpenter’s the thing (horror is her favorite genre and she already knows a little bit about the final girl trope because of sally hardesty and laurie strode). she has started getting into italian giallo films, too. winnie get bootlegs from an underground ring of vhs tape makers lol.
she got her first video camera for a christmas in 1979 and she’s been hooked ever since. she makes little movies with her friends, got a job during the year at a video rental store just to pay for the hobby, and she wanted to go to film school.
winnie attended the american film institute and came out with some pretty big loans. she also hasn’t made any successful films and has only worked camera op for some smaller movies.
she really wants to be a director and writer, but none of her pitches have gone through and she is out of inspiration. she’s hoping that after this one last summer she’ll be able to get her big break.
winnie has no idea the trip she is in for this summer. she definitely has lots of fears around the camp. when she was a kid, her brother used to tell her bears would eat her if she was out in the woods too late. he also told her that if she hung her arms over the edge of the boat she’d be drowned by little ghost kids in the lake.
✶ ━━ WHY NOT SET YOUR GOALS HIGHER, HUH?! YOU WANNA BE ONE OF THE BIG BOYS?! MANSON, BUNDY, O.J., SON- || some statistics
she is: witty, nerdy, loving, obsessive, observant, loud-mouthed, and easily excitable.
her favorite things are: her vhs camcorder, fresh squeezed lemonade, popcorn with extra butter on top, wrapping the cord of her phone around her finger while she talks, making sure her reeboks are completely clear of any residue, the smell of fresh cut grass, the weight of her vhs camera in her hand, the chest of old costumes in her room.
her worst fears are: drowning, being alone, failing at her dream of film-making, being stuck inside a horror movie and not making it out alive, getting kidnapped without anyone being able to find her, being alone with dolls and mannequins.
she doesn’t have tattoos and no notable markings either! overall she’s just really like a puppy as a person.
✶ ━━ IT'S THE MILLENNIUM; MOTIVES ARE INCIDENTAL || possible connections...?
some fellow old campers who she now works with...? maybe even still brings up the bad pee incident?
friends who are the stars of her films and have to hear out her little obsessions and crazy theories.
idk i really like just having chemistry tbh? we’ll figure it out in the dms!
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[ lana condor. cis female. she/her. ] [ victoria dean ] is a [ twenty ] year old [ first aid ] at camp reviere. [ she ] makes me think of [ chilling in the graveyard, angsty diary entries, and musty homes ]. their favorite horror movie is [ the evil dead ] and they remind me of [ lydia deetz ]. [ nat. 24. est. she/they. ]
tw: death
our fav goth
victoria and her family have always been on the move. she is from oregon but moved to new york with her father and step-mother when she was a teen due to her father’s work. before new york there was north carolina. and georgia. and new jersey. it felt so weird to constantly be moving and it is one of the reasons why victoria just doesn’t really adjust well when it comes to others.
well that and the fact that she is still coping with losing her mother. she was thirteen when her mother died due to illness and she never really found a way to deal with it right due to her father deciding to close himself off emotionally and just serial date instead. victoria doesn’t resent her father for doing what he did, she just never expected to get a new mother-figure out of it. and her step-mom is just so different from her mother that she just doesn’t connect with her.
instead she keeps to herself. her journal is her best friend and she whispers her secrets into it whenever she finds herself at a moment of loss. she isn’t the best expressing herself verbally and always comes off a bit sarcastic or rude but when she puts inks to paper it is a completely different story.
even before her mother’s passing she has loved the darker side of life. her mom painted her nails black and encouraged her to be her true self. the kid who likes horror movies and wistfully wonders what the dead are doing after they pass. when her mother passed she only got more and more into her aesthetic and passion, much to her father’s disdain. he is always trying to “pink” her up and her step-mother looks at her like she’s tacky or something. victoria will go along with it sometimes, but even then her bite remains in tact.
she didn’t start smoking cigarettes until high school. at first it was to blend in with the crowd she surrounded herself with but then it became a way to deal with anxiety.
she has never labeled her sexuality, even though she is pretty certain she is bisexual. she hasn’t had any real dating partners on any end of the spectrum so she doesn’t want to say she is one way when she is still wondering herself. though the poster of joan jett that hangs above her bed is loud.
after new york became a more permanent home, victoria was shipped off to camp every summer. to her it felt like her parents just wanted to get rid of her for the summer but she let it happen because she wanted to be away from them for the summer. at first she sort of hated it but as she found ways to not have to be in the sun all day and spoke to some people who didn’t suck, she really got the hang of it. it was her idea to keep going after the first two times and she doesn’t mind fixing people up even though she thinks a little bruise or blood won’t kill anyone.
she has a little black heart tattoo on her middle finger (left hand) in honor of her mother.
her style switches back and forth while she is at camp. that is partially due to the limited amount of outfits in her style that she owns thanks to her step-mother constantly throwing them out and partially so she doesn’t fully scare the kids.
wanted connections
someone who is the complete opposite of her. opposites attract and victoria thinks this person is pretty cool, even though she does not get them at all. mostly a friend who helps her with parties and crushes and stuff.
someone who is just like her! she needs her fellow goth when things get rough and she likes having someone at camp who just fully understands her.
i’m always a sucker for a good crush. either her being the one having the crush or her being crushed on!!
um. imma admit. that is all i got at the moment. but i will take anything!
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[ ALEX WOLFF. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ CHAPLIN COWEN ] is a [ TWENTY-ONE ] year old [ COUNSELOR ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ INAPPROPRIATE LAUGHTER, HOLDING YOUR BREATH, SPRING BREATHING LIFE BACK INTO NATURE, THE DEFLOWERING OF MARY SHELLEY, HOPING FOR A NIGHTMARE ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE OMEN ] and they remind me of [ JOSH WASHINGTON ].
i’m late to the party but i’m here <3
i think the first step to understanding chaplin is getting his character inspiration. so, besides josh washington he’s also inspired by allie pressman, vada sultenfuss, and rodrick heffley.... so... you know
there’s a certain level of intuition and connection with the universe that comes from being a twin. at least, that’s what chaplin has always read and heard. being the son of a psychic, he’s been waiting patiently his entire life to discover his “gift”. so far, the moment of realization has yet to come
he always easily fit into whatever social structure he entered. he was the fun one, the easygoing guy who could make a joke out of anything. no one would guess that deep down, there was this yearning to be special. in any normal person’s eyes, he was already special. in his mother’s, he was just chaplin.
his contributions to his mother’s readings were less interesting than rissa’s, at least, that’s what he tells people who ask. he’d stand outside the window, providing sound effects and appropriate scares. it was boring work, but he made everything he did fun.
it was when he was twelve that chaplin accepted he had no gift, and started to hyper focus on the concept of death. he’d see how long he could stay underwater at the creek near his home, test the strength of his lungs until they were burning with need for air. he’d poke roadkill with sticks, spend all his time in graveyards talking and hoping for something to talk back.
going into high school, chaplin made a name for himself as one of the first who popularized gothic fashion in the boring white halls. his style, his class clown reputation, and the company he surrounded himself with provided just enough intrigue for everyone to agree: chaplin was the coolest kid in school. and it felt good, being special somewhere. he found himself getting a bit more selfish with it, hardly bothering to up rissa’s social status as well. she had the gift, after all.
chaplin was seventeen when he learned about his past life. his family had ties to all the nearby psychics, naturally, and in pursuit of some sort of revelation he’d visit them regularly. picture this: he’s sitting across from a 70-something year old woman, told that he was married to the town harlot. he’s listening with rapt attention, then suddenly breaks out into a shit eating grin “is she hot?”
he started seeing the past life psychic weekly, sometimes skipping school to drive out of town and see her. the romantic in chaplin was eager to learn more about his wife, and it was with every new fact he learned about her that he grew determined to find her. he’s certain that even in her new form, wherever she may be, they’ll find their way back to one another.
also during high school is when he started his band, and five years later it’s still going strong. lovedrunk started out in hudson greyback’s garage, and has since moved practice to the local cemetery. he never thought much about life after high school until lovedrunk formed, and now he’s certain he’d be content staying in his hometown forever if it means making music
THE UPTURNED PALM
LIFE LINE (ABSENT): sort of an opposites attract friendship. they’re all nerves and anxiety, and chaplin is all jokes and easygoing approaches to life. he doesn’t particularly worry about much, but sometimes he’ll adopt their fears unconsciously, not that he’d ever say. he’s here to soothe it, after all, not make it worse.
LIFE LINE (BRANCHED): he’s a waste of energy. they started off strong the summer before, closer than ever, but chaplin always manages to fuck things up. he’s insensitive, sometimes downright rude, and they’re getting tired of trying to repair their relationship with him.
HEART LINE (CHAINED): he’s there to fill a void, and he does it well. this is your typical friends with benefits situation, except one benefits more than the other for sure. he doesn’t fully understand their feelings of loneliness or whatever’s going on in their life, but he’s happy to provide a distraction.
HEART LINE (CURVED): his soulmate. at least, as he thinks. from the moment he met this person, chaplin was sure that in their past life, they were his wife that he’s spent years learning about. the mannerisms, the speech patterns, they’re all the same. the person likely has no interest and has to brush him off often enough, but he still tries,
HEAD LINE (HOOKED): someone just as fucked up as him. between the two of them, there’s very little empathy, but very much mischief. in short, a prank companion. whenever anyone sees these two together, they know there isn’t anything good to come.
HEAD LINE (STRAIGHT): they’re logical, organized, and completely done with his shit from the moment they meet. he has no greater joy than annoying them, being the one flaw in their spotless existence.
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tw: near death mention
[ laura harrier. cis female. she/her ] [ cleo haughton ] is a [ twenty-nine ] year old [ cook ] at camp reviere. [ she ] makes me think of [ eating your heart out, rock and roll music, and a kiss to kill for]. their favorite horror movie is [ prom night ] and they remind me of [ queen akasha ]
queen shit
cleo has always been a fighter right from the womb. her mother almost died giving birth to her since she had broken a rib too many when it came to delivery and it was the start of an odd bond between them. little had cleo ever known but her mother hated men and never wanted to be pregnant in the first place. it was just to secure her wealth and power once she married into a richer family and cleo was surely put to the test the moment she could walk. her mother whispered of her hatred and how she wanted cleo to know that men who always end up letting her down in the end. cleo is sure that if she hadn’t been a fighter since day once that her mother wouldn’t want to keep her close.
cleo brushed it off when she didn’t understand the extent to that, but then their father was caught having an affair with a women ten years younger than her mom. then her and her mom became hush money, a secret that was getting a steady flow of income as long as they weren’t vocal of the scandal her father created. he promised to be a part of cleos life despite a split but once the money started coming in he stopped visiting. it was cleo’s first big heartbreak and her last.
ever since cleo has been stone cold. to her friends she just came off as a bitch, to her peers she was scary and intimidating, and to the men that came and went she was a treat, something to be desired, but never to be consumed. cleo never let anyone get close to her. the people in LA were fake, greedy, and lustful; something that she was exposed to far too young by her mother taking in secret lovers herself and throwing them out the next day. she molded herself after her mother, who she considered the strongest woman she knew. she took no shit and left a trail of broken hearts behind her.
her most nefarious heartbreaks came from camp reverie. ever since she was a camper there herself she was known to flirt, tease, maybe hook up or get caught kissing a boy in the woods before ripping their hearts out and leaving them to suffer. it was her favorite time of the year and the memories she made with the people she allowed in her circle were genuine and good. which explains why she clung to the camp for so long. going as far to work there when she was much older.
her cooking is with love. she loves to cook and she loves watching people react to her cooking. she knows her food can be on the hearty side sometimes but that’s only because she knows people do better when they are packed with protein. in fact she is a private chef outside of her job at camp, which makes her well-liked amongst the kids.
she found out recently that she is unable to have children. that makes her desire to work at the camp stronger since she always had a thing for wanting to be near what she could never really have.
her hobbies include rock ‘n roll music and dating rockstars. she has always had such a soft spot for anyone who could play a good guitar riff and isn’t ashamed to call herself a groupie when it comes to certain artists. she had tried the lifestyle at one point herself but grew bored with it.
she knows how hypnotic her voice is and uses that against others. she never comes off as mean because her voice always sounds so sugary sweet, but at the same time she has no patience for bullshit and will shut someone down if she finds them unworthy of her time.
she really likes the gory horror movies. blood doesn’t phase her, violence doesn’t phase her; she sort of thinks something is wrong with her but at the same time she is okay with being hard to shake.
she’ll give anyone a little extra snack for a good scary story. one that gives her actual goosebumps.
wanted connections
for the older babes! this connection is a past friend or hookup for cleo. they can either be on good terms or awful terms since cleo tends to just go with whichever side is loudest. they could still want more from her or nothing at all, im really adaptable.
cleo has a tendency to flirt with everyone so if anyone wants to have a crush on her that will probably never be returned due to age or lack of interest on cleo’s end here it is! a harmless crush her way just eggs her on.
this connection is a favorite staff member. can either work with her or anywhere on camp, it doesn’t matter. she just needs someone she can be a little less cold towards!
any of the broken hearts cleo has left behind.
her rock n roll god. her lestat. someone who makes her weak in the knees just from the sound of his voice.
that’s all i got bc i suck dfkgdfhfdnk
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