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HQD TASK // MOODBOARDS

UNTIL NOW- a playlist by Jack Whetstone - Task 001.

Stacy - Quinn XCII  // Cowboy Boots - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis  //  How To Be Yours  - Chris Renzema //  Stay with Me - CHPTRS //  Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector //  half of my hometown (feat. Kenny Chesney) - Kelsea Ballerini  //  Everything I Did to Get to You- Ben Platt  //  Good Old Days (feat. Kesha) - Macklemore  // Naked - Jake Scott  //  Return to Me - Teddy Geiger  //  Lover of the Light - Mumford & Sons  // Never Gonna Leave This Bed (acoustic) - Maroon 5  // Habit - Louis Tomlinson // Would You Come Home - Tyler Blackburn  // Your Love is My Home - The Light the Heat

Alice Longbottom

“We are the reckless

We are the wild youth

basics.

Full Name: Bernadette Marianne Hummel

Nickname: Benny, Bern, Ben, BEMO

Age: Seventeen

Date of Birth: September 2nd, 2000

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Ethnicity: White

Citizenship: American

Orientation: Pansexual Panromantic

Hometown: Lima, Ohio

Residence: Lima, Ohio

Occupation: Student ; ( narcotics dealer on the side )

Family Members: Joseph Hummel (father), Sadie Hummel (mother), Thomas Hummel (younger brother; twin to Tyler), Tyler Hummel (younger brother; twin to Thomas), Burt Hummel (uncle), Kurt Hummel (cousin)

appearance.

Weight:  135

Height: 5"7'

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark brown ( currently dyed aquamarine )

Hair Length: Barely brushes the tops of her shoulders. ( ex. )

Coloring: Aquamarine ( ex. )

Build: Banana body type: slender, little bust or hips

Scar(s): Multiple faded scrapes and cuts along her knees, ankles and calves ( from multiple camping trips and excursions as a child ), and about an inch of discoloration on her left hand, the curve between her thumb and index finger from a burn. ( oven accident ).

Distinguishing Feature(s): Her multiple band bracelets, bedroom eyed stare, and use of outdated terminology ( ex. 'radical' or 'tubular' or 'neato', all regularly used in both sarcastic and sincere delivery )

Dominant Hand: Right

personality traits.

Positive: Creative, Astute, Adept, Winsome, Thrifty

Negative: Enigmatic, Callous, Selfish, Crude, Lazy

indicators.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil, "The Destroyer" - A chaotic evil character does whatever her greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive her to do. She is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable.

MBTI: ENTP, "The Debater" - The Debater personality type is the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. Debaters don’t do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, but for the simple reason that it’s fun.

Temperament: Choleric - The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion.

Label: The Scalawag

favorites.

Food: Home-style and comfort foods; Grilled Ham and Cheese sandwich

Drink: Sangría Señorial

Snack: Barbecue Lays

Color: Royal Blue

Season: Autumn

Memory: The fall of 2010; the family reinvented their home into a neighborhood haunted house during the last couple weeks of October. It was one of the first moments that Benny felt truly connected to them, especially her father as they worked together on various ramps, decorated doorways/hallways, and other wood-working tasks.

Band: A tie between Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy

Song: Currently: American Money, Børns Overall: 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen), Fall Out Boy

Book: Everything's Eventual by Stephen King

Movie: Fright Night

30 Questions (Character Questionnaire)

1. What is your character’s full name?

Aiden Luke Wentworth

2. When were they born?

April 9th 1998

camp crown task #1

hello everyone!! before we open, i’d like to allow us to get to know a bit about our characters and each other!! check below the cut for the full questionnaire. it looks a little long, but you have all week to complete it.

this task is due by friday, 17 june at 8:00pm est!!

"THINK BACK TO YOUR FIRST TIME CONSUMING THE EXTRA DOSAGE OF YOUR PREFERRED HUMAN EMOTIONS SOLUTIONS - WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR MIND? HOW DID YOUR MENTAL AND PHYSICAL STATES CHANGE AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, HOW DID YOU FEEL AFTERWARDS?"

  None of this was real. The embellished stories, the humble bragging. Even over the course of the night, none of the people at the party had lost that glassy, vacant look; none of the exaggerated cheek kisses and lengthly pleasantries ever reached their eyes. Will watched as parents filtered out gradually, and, even then, none of the other teenagers so much as faltered: their posture remained mathematically perfect, their smiles unwavering. After his own mother and father had left, with an unthinking reminder to "only introduce yourself as William -- that makes the world of difference to people like us", Will had felt all of the energy leave his body abruptly.

"Thank God," he'd breathed, voice raspy from overuse, then immediately caught the gaze of a couple of disapproving eighteen year olds. With his parents gone, he didn't have to act as though he understood their social sphere. He didn't need to consciously mirror their emotional responses, genuine and otherwise, or try to decipher between the two. He didn't need to pretend he cared, that every change of his facial muscles wasn't acting (minus the guilt, because his parents were good people and that was all real). Will didn't have to stay. That realisation, sudden and almost-genuinely gleeful, was epiphanic.

After glancing around the party one deciding time, Will hurriedly grabbed his coat, emboldened by the sense of rebellion in his actions. The glee from escaping the cloying, superficial setting was but momentary, replaced with static numbness as he backed out onto the open streets. There were open clubs across the street, and he could pass for being older if nobody recognised him, so Will took his chances. There, at least, there would be real people.

It took a fraction of a second from him entering one of the more lenient clubs to feel distinctly disappointed. Even there, without the 'metre between you' dancing etiquette, bodies writhing on the dancefloor in ways that only vaguely followed a beat, everything seemed superficial to Will. He'd made the mistake of assuming that other people were the problem; in the back of his mind, he had half-blamed his parents for surrounding him with people so shallow and unfeeling. It fucked with his head, Will had naively thought, because he had grown up not knowing what was real and what wasn't.

But then, looking around a room filled with real, unselfconscious people and still thinking their emotions seemed foreign, Will knew he was wrong. His parents hadn't done anything remotely bad; it was him who was messed up--his brain chemistry, his psychological state, whatever other terms the Government liked to throw around. He was the problem.

Sucking in an uneven breath and pushing through crowds of people with tunnel vision, Will made his way to the bathroom hurriedly. The moment he entered, his attention locked on a mirror directly above one of the sinks. His hair was still mostly pristine, but, even to him, his eyes looked dead, his expression flat and muted in a warped thousand-yard stare. Escaping the main club had been instinctive; only then did he realise that the expected panic was missing.

When he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the foreign face, Will registered an older man standing near him, priming a fresh needle. It would've been natural--polite--to avert his eyes, but he couldn't force himself to. "Is that Empathy?" Will asked naively, his throat protesting while he spoke.

The man didn't directly answer his question, instead responding with a blasé, "You want? First one's on me." He didn't look up from the needle.

Frowning unconsciously, Will countered that with a, "Why?" He wasn't sure why he was dragging out their interaction; with every question, it became more obvious that he was going to agree eventually, regardless of the man's answer.

The man laughed. Will couldn't tell if it was a cruel sound or not. "Because you'll definitely come back for more after your first real taste."

That wasn't true, Will decided. He offered a vein anyway.