Twain, Camden

[CAMDEN CHARLES TWAIN]

CAMDENCHARLESTWAIN



• She can’t behave and I’m just a slave. Don’t worry I’ll be gone when the morning comes •

FULLNAME| Camden Charles Twain
BIRTHDAY| December 28th 1709
IAMTHISYOUNG| Twenty-One
PINKORBLUE| Blue
OCCUPATION| He’s the grave tender of the cemetery, he also tends to the guillotine as the town executioner
SEXUALORIENTATION| Straight
MEMBERGROUP| Citizen

HAIRCOLOR| Blonde
EYECOLOR| Blue
HOWIAMBUILT| An average build but he is a bit on the light side
THISHEIGHT|Five foot- six
THATWEIGHT| 153 lbs
TATOOES| Doesn’t have any
PIERCINGS| He has a gold ring piercing in his left ear
IHAVEATWIN| Play-by is Boyd Holbrook
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[/i] to do it. However he is able to maintain his jobs without much trouble since he knows very well that somebody else will do it and that’s when his competitive nature kicks in. So he’ll put his heart and soul into the cemetery, but don’t count on it for a moment that he is going to tidy up the house.
• He hates it when people just don’t know how to live anymore, everyone being worried about being serious and mature while forgetting that life is only so long. That is what he considers a waste of life and he doesn’t warm up to these kinds of people all that well.
• People that only laugh for the sake of laughing. Camden hates it when people -mainly girls- giggle and go on about things that just aren’t amusing. Another thing the pisses him off here is when people take a joke too far or too seriously. When something was funny ten minutes ago it doesn’t mean that you should be able to just kill it because you thought your addition to the idea was hilarious.
• Generally he doesn’t like rules, so this plainly means that he hates the Cross family. Not because they are controlling money eating bastards but because they are just telling him what is allowed and not allowed to say. He loves to bug the Living with bothersome stories of the dead, and he’d rather that the Royals just let him do what he wants.
• Unfavourable weather. You see Camden is a nitpick when it comes what he likes when it comes to how the weather is. He hates it when it is too cool, or rainy, but he also hates it when it’s too hot. He doesn’t like it if the sun shines into his eyes or when the sunrise blinds him in the morning. While he likes the smell of rain after a storm he doesn’t like to get his hair wet and a light drizzle annoys him because of the feeling against his arms.[/ul]

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[/i] good at running away from people that he managed to annoy and most of the troubles that he finds himself in.
• Camden is able to give real and deep advice once and a while when that switch inside of his head tells him that this is a serious moment that he actually has to pay attention to.
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HOMETOWN| Liverpool, England
PARENTSI| Katherine and Will Twain
SIBLINGS| Rebecca Twain
IHAVEPETS| Chubbers the hamster
CURRENTLYLIVING| Belmill, Texas
MODEOFDEATH Declining health that eventually ended with death.
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YOURNAMEI| Rennie
IAMTHISYOUNG| Seventeen
GOTEXPERIENCE| Somewhere between four and five years
WHYIJOINED| I’m the admin, thought it was bad ass.
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A peace gathering, he's heard whispers of it when he entered the sacred place. To be honest, the idea appealed to him and it rather sparked his interests to go see what it was about. Azrael didn't even have any intentions to contribute to anything. Just listen and wait to see what they're concerns are, so where their fears truly lay. Fear was the true window to the soul, fear and sadness of loss, it made others such an easy target then, it was when they were the most fragile. It made everything abandon what they thought they were so dedicated to; the heart was a delicate thing. It often was the downfall of many great wolves. To discover the weakness of this grove was to tap into the hearts of the packs. Everything was a waiting game and not announcing the fact you’re an inconspicuous idiot to the whole world was a good way to win.

Azrael laid down in the sand, the tickle of the grains against his nose reminded him of home in its own pleasurable way. There wasn’t much of the desert around here, and where he was from seemed far away, but bigger things brought bigger opportunities. He was willing to sacrifice the smell of dirt for the taste of victory. He looked up and watched many types of wolves in all shapes and sizes, fur types and colours walk into the lot. Then it wasn’t long to figure out what their biggest concern was. humans. How pitiful, he’s travelled far and ran into many groups of humans, many which just run at the sight of wolves, but he knew what these wolves’ fears were. The reason why he wanted to unite packs was for the cause of getting rid of the humans and the imbalance they brought to nature.

Maybe humans can kill one pack, or two, but not twelve, or a hundred. Not at once, and not all of them. The two-legged ones might carry weapons, but they were nothing compared to what this valley wielded, if only they knew how quickly human’s would die at the idea of a wolf spitting fire. Yet he allowed them to bicker, it was all fine with him as far as he was concerned, tear the valley in two, each picking their own side. Azrael only saw it as another opportunity in which he would use to strike, while they were fleeing or those that survived the humans. Either or would be weak and fresh for the picking.

Once he was comfortable with watching the bickering, some, woman just waltzed right into the gathering area. Acting like she held some actual power, maybe she did, and maybe she didn’t. Either way, she sounded like one of those inconspicuous idiots he was thinking about earlier. ”I wonder when she’ll find out that no one fears her,” Azrael said with a low voice to Delilah, a faithful young wolf whose presence he’d become accustomed to. At first he supposed it was a little odd, but at this point in time it was actually weirder when she wasn’t around. Strange wasn’t it?

Either way the pink wolf was no real threat, anyone that was serious about anything wouldn’t prance about giggling her evil plans. Azrael turned to Delilah with a grin on his face as he rolled his eyes at the strange, strange woman that seemed more immature than diabolical. ”Told you this was going to be fun,” He said, staying into the background with his devoted companion. Still silence was the best policy until you knew the facts of the land, traditions were different everywhere and if you wanted the hearts of the people you'd have to honour their customs with grace.

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