|NAME|
Camden Aria-Elisé Turner

|NICKNAMES|
~Cammie
~Camz
~Curly (A childhood nickname used only by her father, stemming from the signature mane of curls Camden has always possessed)

|BIRTHDAY|
December 1st

|AGE|
18

|GENDER|
Female

|SEXUALITY|
Closeted Lesbian

|FACE CLAIM|
Flávia Santiago

|STRENGTHS|
•LISTENER•
~Camden is quite the good-listener, as she prefers listening to others and truly taking in what they have to say instead of speaking herself. She also takes note of most things said to her, and genuinely tries to remember and apply them in life later.

•INTELLIGENT•
~Priding herself in her own intellectual ability, Camden has always been one to pursue knowledge. Reading books, and learning more and more knowledge helped her through some of her rougher times, and despite everything going on around her, she could always rely on the fact that there would always be more to learn.

•OBSERVANT•
~As someone who was often scrutinized, and watched as a child, Camden picked up the trait herself. The girl, silent in nature, prefers to observe others, enjoying looking on their expressions and placing her own made-up stories to their lives. It's also helpful, as because she observes others so heavily, she often notices with ease whenever something is wrong, or "off" with a person.

|WEAKNESSES|
•FAMILY•
~Her family, which consists of just her grandparents, father, and her dog, are the biggest weakness that Camden has. Despite everything that has happened to the family, and all the rumors surrounding them, they are very close-knit, and love each other dearly. If it was to protect her family, Camden would do anything.

•SLIGHTLY MISANTHROPIC•
~Due largely in part to the way her family was treated following the fire, Camden harbors a general distrust for anyone outside of her own family. While she's worked towards getting better at this, considering she used to hate other people, and now only mistrusts them, her feelings still prevent her from enjoying things such as summer camps.

•STUBBORN•
~Camden is honestly as stubborn as they come on many topics. While she is quite open-minded when it comes to nature, and art, when referring to other people, it's quite hard to change her mind once she's watched them for a while.

•PERFECTIONIST•
~When referring to her artwork, and her writing, Camden refuses to stop until she believes it to be absolutely perfect. This trait has transcended beyond that, however, and now effects her day to day life, as she isn't a fan of stopping any activity, until it is completed in it's entirety.

|LIKES|
~Reading
~Writing
~Art, both observing and creating
~Music
~Being alone, away from the rumors and misconceptions of the public eye
~People who actually make an effort to get to know her, and not just the rumors surrounding her
~Animals
~Her Family, especially her father
~Learning
~Sleeping
~Swimming
~Listening and observing others
~Watching sunrises and sunsets
~Star-gazing
~Long walks in peaceful silence at night
~Fireflies
~She doesn't drink much, but she does appreciate a glass of wine.
~The cool morning breeze that blows through summer mornings
~Silence, as she believes the absence of words gives space for ones true intentions and thoughts to be revealed

|DISLIKES|
~RUMORS, as they have surrounded her and her family for her entire life
~People who have preconceived notions about her, and don't make an effort to get to know her
~Impatience
~Dishonesty
~Being forced to be around other people
~Bullies, as she's encountered several
~Summer heat
~Others who don't think before they speak
~People who speak ill about her father
~Mosquitoes
~Boys who are persistent in hitting on her
~Being the center of attention
~Chocolate, aside from white chocolate
~Loneliness, though she doesn't feel it often anymore
~Excessive talking, as she personally finds it annoying, as most important things don't need too many words to convey
~Peanuts, as she is allergic

|BACKSTORY + PERSONALITY|
On a cold, December night, the first of the year, Camden Aria-Elisé Turner was born into this world, destined from the beginning to live a life that wasn't necessarily a charmed, or wealthy one, but one that was rich with family values and love, at least, that's what was expected.

The Turner family, headed by the man who would be the newborn's grandfather, John Turner, led a simple life. They didn't have much, but they had each other, which was more than enough for them now. They valued each other, and always had, so when their son, Philip Turner, arrived one day in spring with a pregnant Aria Sanchez, whom they had never met, she was immediately welcomed into the family. Estranged from the rest of her family due to the pregnancy out of wedlock, Aria soon became recognized as a Turner, she and Philip marrying only weeks later. Aria chose not to reconcile with her mother, Gabriella Sanchez, despite Philip's encouragement, for he knew how important his parents were to him, and he wanted their child to have a bigger family. Charlotte and John Turner never questioned the start of their relationship, or the fast pace of it, considerably tolerant, only because they loved their son, and he seemed smitten with Aria, regardless of the timeline, only speaking to him once about it, before excepting it as their reality.

However, with great happiness, comes even harsher sadness, for it was the same December night that Camden was brought into the world, that Aria Sanchez-Turner left the world forever. Heartbroken from the loss of his wife, Philip held his newborn daughter, whose light brown, chocolate eyes were the same as her mother's, and made a promise to the infant, one that he would repeat everyday to her for years to come. "I do it all for you, my love."

The cold days turned to years, as the young-curly haired girl grew into a bright child, whose smile often could light up a room, especially one where her grandparents and father were. She was truly the light of their family based life, and they spent almost every moment of the day together. One of their favorite activities, every summer, was when as a family they would visit the nearby lake. Going in early evening, as it was too hot to go midday, and even with sunscreen, the little girl often experienced sunburn. They would go daily, with Camden skipping ahead of them giggling, Philip following after her, trying to keep up and ensure she didn't fall, with her grandparents, Charlotte and John, holding hands as they watched their son, and granddaughter, without a care in the world. It was summer evenings like these, spent together in the water, splashing, jumping from tree limbs, and eating ice cream before the sun went down, before they would watch the stars together, laying on their backs in the field, that characterized Camden's childhood.

Everything was perfect, until that fateful December night in 1975. Not long after Camden's 8th birthday, the young child as watchful as ever, had noticed a difference in her father, curiously asking him about it as he tucked her in to bed that night. The man simply smiled at her, and whispered the same thing to her that he did every night, "I do it all for you, my love." Before kissing her on the forehead, he whispered to Camden that he loved her, the girl falling asleep peacefully, though little did she know, that would be the last time she spoke to her father for a long time.

Hours later, her sleep was disrupted by the pandemonium in the household, Camden tiptoeing from her bedroom just in time to hear yelling between her grandfather and her dad, tears streaming down her grandmother's face. Gazing towards her dad, who was covered in ash, they locked eyes, the man's filled with an emotion that Camden never figured out, before he left the house. Camden ran after him, only reaching the end of the path to their house when she stopped, watching her father being loaded into a police car, as tears fell down her face. She screamed, and felt her feet move forward to run towards the car, but suddenly she was no longer on the ground, lifted into her grandmother's arms. Charlotte held the distressed child for hours, as the night turned to day, and days turned to weeks, before Camden realized that she wouldn't see her father again for a long time.

She begged her grandmother and grandfather every day to see him, to know what had happened, asking why her father had left, and when he would be back, but more often then not, she wouldn't get a response. John and Charlotte didn't know what to say about their son, but eventually told the girl that her father had done something bad, but that he would come back one day. Camden still didn't understand, but could tell her grandparents were trying their hardest to keep the child happy in his absence, though it was somewhat pointless, for the same night that the school burned down, and her father was taken away, so was Camden's happiness.

In the time that passed after the fire, Camden and her family were soon surrounded with rumors, lies, and everything alike. While her grandparents attempted their hardest to shield the young girl from them, when she would go to school and be given dirty looks from some teachers, and other students would stare at her, it was hard for Camden not to notice the whispers when she would walk through the hall, the students who would leave when she walked in. While most people were happy just to talk about her and ignore her, others took it to another level, some going as far as to set her backpack on fire once, laughing as they talked about her father. 

As this became her reality, no more was the smiling, happy, curly haired little girl that would run in front of her family to the lake. Now, all that remained was a more stoic, misanthropic girl, who longed for her father and the truth of what actually happened, as she still didn't understand why her father would do a bad thing like that, the girl living in the same mystery as the entire town. Everyday, until she was 13, she hoped for her father to return, to speak with her, to tell her what happened, and to take her to the lake again, but eventually the hope stopped, as Camden knew now, that hope only breeds eternal misery.

It wasn't until 5 years after the night of the fire, in 1980, when Camden approached her grandparents again, wanting to know more about what had happened, that Charlotte and John finally explained everything about that night to Camden, going into more and more details, since she was now old enough to know. After that conversation, Camden's views on life changed completely, and her mood changed significantly. She was no longer going to wait everyday for her father to come home, she would no longer be saddened by the rumors, and the tainted reputation of their family, she would no longer deal with the people who frowned upon her and her family, instead she would focus on herself, and who she is as a person. Camden was determined to be someone special for her father to return to one day, to be someone that everyone would regret ever discounting because of one night.

Entering high school with a new outlook on life, Camden still found herself to be an outcast, though this time it was intentional. Camden wasn't particularly fond of other people, having a general mistrust for all of them, following years of rumors being spread about her and her family. Instead, she turned her attention towards the arts, finding that she had a talent in art, which she enjoyed and expressed herself through. Reading, writing, drawing, and painting quickly became all she did in her spare time, when she wasn't studying to ensure she aced her classes.

It was not until she turned 15, and was gifted a puppy by her grandparents, that she ventured back to the lake that had filled so many of her childhood memories. Sitting there, the puppy in her lap, gnawing on her finger, she gazed out at the water before glancing up at the starry sky, remembering the many nights she had spent here and smiling, enjoying the peace, serenity, and calmness. It's with this same calmness that she tries to approach each day in life with. Despite everything that has been thrown towards her, she still enjoys living and most of the things that come with it. And while she doesn't trust most people, she doesn't have a hatred for them that she once did.

Years passed by, and an 18 year old Camden was sitting down at the lake, one of her favorite spots to paint now, her canvas set up as she painted the warm summer sky. Her eyes were glued to it, only leaving the skyline to look at her canvas, and briefly glance at her dog, Aries, who seemed to be having the time of her life as she tried (and failed) to catch the fish in the water. The fresh summer breeze of the evening in late June carried the scent of the lake's water, along with freshly cut grass from not too far away. She was truly relaxed and in her element, until she felt hands cover her eyes, and the rough, yet gentle male voice that she had so longed to hear for 10 years now, spoke. "Curly....it's been so long....You're so beautiful."

Standing, and turning to see her father, tears filled her eyes as she hugged him, squeezing the man tightly and burying her face in his shoulder as she cried, whispering. "I've missed you..."

The man, overwhelmed with emotion could only whisper, "I know....I'm sorry, just know that I did it all for you, my love." Hugging his daughter close to him.

The two were attached at the hip once more, closer than ever, and everything seemed right in the world, until her grandparents insisted she go to the stupid summer camp. She wasn't going to go, but after some pushing, and a slight nudge from her father, she found herself, bags packed, and staring out at the sunset over the lake one last time, curious of what the summer would bring her.

|FAMILY|
John Micheal Turner, paternal grandfather (69)
Charlotte Rose Turner, paternal grandmother (67)
Gabriella Maria Sanchez, maternal grandmother (estranged)
Philip Turner, father (41)
Aria Marie Sanchez-Turner, mother (Deceased)
Aries, Camden's dog (3)

(ARIES)

|WHY ATTEND CAMP THIS YEAR?|
Camden did not want to attend camp, at all. However, her grandparents insisted that she attend this year, hoping that the reclusive girl would branch out and possibly forge her own friendships, that didn't revolve solely around gossip from the family's past. After major consideration, Camden agreed, not because she wanted to make friends, but knew that there would likely be beautiful nature scenes for her to sketch and paint to pass the time, and that this would make her grandparents happy. She also considered the fact that as she was able to ignore these people during school, it shouldn't be so hard to do the same at a summer camp, considering she'd never see them again afterwards.

|OUTFITS|

|OTHER|
~Camden has a love for artistic expression, and can often be found sketching or painting. Since she was a child, creation has been her main outlet in which she can express her thoughts and feelings, through its symbolism. Camden has often found that words are one of the worst forms of expression as they can be twisted, manipulated, and can be false, more often times than not. However, the rawness and true emotion that you get from a painting is much harder to misconstrue. She also loves that with art, it is much like the complex human mind in that each can interpret the same thing differently, all while still finding the true purpose of the art.

~Because of her peanut allergy, she carries about an epinephrine-pen, though she's never had to use it because she's exceedingly careful about what she eats.

~She is ambidextrous, meaning she can write equally well with both her left and right hands.

~Her dog, Aries, is Camden's best friend, and often, the subject of quite a few of her sketches and paintings. She spends most of her time, when she isn't with her family, with her dog, the two of them often going on adventures and finding new obscure places for Camden to paint, as well as locating small peaceful spots for simple star-gazing, or just sitting, in silence, for peace.

~The only summer camp-like activity, aside from "arts and crafts", that Camden is looking forward to is swimming. The activity reminds her of the summers when she was a child, spent down at the lake, her entire family in-tow. Together they would spend hours there, care-free, long before things got complicated, and with age, her care-free personality, gone with the summer breeze.

~She is bilingual, speaking both English and Spanish. She learned Spanish as an ode to her roots on her mother's side, despite the lack of connection.