Summer Camp RP

Sorry I had testing today, and then drama class sooo i am a bit late xDD so here's my character:

Name: Damian Benton

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 18

Appearance: He has dark brown eyes, and his hair is died a purple color in a low fade style. He has a very athletic and muscular build. He is covered with tattoos, although his favorite is the one just below his eye that says 'Faith'. He has shark bites and has a total of seven piercings in his ears.

Quirks: He thrives in cold weather, hates warm weather and calls every body by pet names such as 'Babe' or 'Doll'

Personality: He's very charming, and is like the human version of tumblr. He enjoys talking to people and can be rather flirty. He is very accepting and loves to make friends. He can usually be seen humming or singing a song.

Backstory (Optional): He had grown up in foster care, being moved around from one place to another, until he was about nine, when he was adopted by his fathers. After that he was constantly moving with his family as one of his fathers are in the army, and his other father was an English professor. His parent's sent him to stay with his grandparent's while they found a house to stay and and so they could both work without worrying about him getting into trouble (As he usually finds himself in some kind of trouble for starting a fight or talking back.) His grandparent's sent him to the camp so they didn't have to deal with him.

Other: He loves music and art. He can play the drums, guitar, bass, piano, and the ukulele.

Ranking (Counselor, Camper, etc.): CIT (Counselor In Training!)

(ooh cool!)

Damian slammed his grandfather's jeep door shut, backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He was wearing his usual Falling in Reverse t-shirt, a leather jacket on top, black skinny jeans covered his legs, a few tears where the knee was. His black and white high tops where faded and worn, and his purple hair was messily strewn about, not bothering to turn around as his grandparent's drove off, automatically putting his white headphones back in his ears, pulling out his phone and pressing 'play' He looked around, unsure of where to go.

(Anybody wanna take in this emo child?)

Christopher took notice of the older boy behind him. He looks like he marched straight out of Tumblr… He waved slightly, figuring that it was better to get on this kid's good side.

Damian pulled out one of his headphones, quickly pausing the music before walking up to the kid who waved to him.

"Damian." He said, reaching out his hand for the kid to shake, his posture straight and his face emotionless, the things you pick up from living on a military base.

(True story, it's a habit my dad has been trying to get me to get rid of)

Christopher flinched slightly, surprised by Damian's some-what perfect stance. "Christopher. You can call me Chris though." He shook his hand firmly, grinning slightly. "So, what's with this whole….thing?" Chris asked, gesturing to Damian's perfect posture.

Damian shook his hand, gripping it firmly before letting his own hand slip from Chris' placing it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"My father's in the military, I've been around trained soldiers for most of my life, it's just something i've picked up on," He smirked, "So you know where I can find my cabin babe?" He looked around, no teasing or flirty tone in his voice as he scanned the campers, moving his head from one side to the other until he heard a 'crack' an unimpressed look covering his face.

Chris flinched again when he heard the 'crack'. God…I hate when people do that… He shook his head. "No clue. I was just heading over to the main office. Figured they'll tell me where to go."

"Cool, i'll go with you, my grandparents forgot to give me my info sheet." He said, letting himself relax a bit, when he was surrounded by his fathers and grandparent's he would always be tense, always wondering when they would critique him, but here he felt a little at ease. He stuffed his headphones into his left pocket, forgetting the usual rules his parent's set up and let his goofy and charming persona take over, already feeling comfortable around Chris.

"Lead the way."

He nodded, adjusting the strap on his shoulder so it was more comfortable. Christopher set off for the main office, not exactly sure what he'd do once they got there.

Damian followed, running a tattooed hand through his purple hair, letting his tongue run over the four silver hoops that where attached to the corners of his bottom lips, his long legs allowing him to be able to walk in line with Christopher.

"So, Chris, what are you into?" He decided to make a conversation, knowing this 'friendship' wouldn't go anywhere if neither of them tried.

Christopher pulled an orange flavored lollipop out of his pocket, showing it to Damian before unwrapping it and shoving it in his mouth. "Dunno. Lollipops, volleyball, any type of sport really." He sounded a little different with the lollipop in his mouth. "Oh, and I did a riflery class once. That was fun."

Damian nodded, an impressed look on his face, "I used to play hockey when I was little, huge fan, oh, and my dad's would take me out one day and rented the whole ice rink, I remember getting my first skates, I was more into figure skating than Hockey at the time…and then I got into middle school and we moved around a lot so I didn't really have time to join any teams after that.." He said, shaking his head as he thought of all the fun times he had with his parents.

Christopher nodded along, waiting to ask his question when Damian was done speaking. "I'm sorry, dads? As in more than one?"

Damian looked back over to Christopher, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing, his playful smirk wiped off his face.

"Why, is that a problem?" He asked, voice deep and threatening, the playful gleam draining from his eyes.

"No. I was just wondering. Didn't know if you just made a mistake or something." Christopher responded, raising his hands as if surrendering. "I grew up in a very…conservative family. Saying something like that would raise a lot of questions."

His threatening glare melted into the charming smile that had been on his face just a moment ago.
"Oh, okay I understand! Yeah, my dad who's in the military is gay, and my other dad who is an English professor is pansexual. They adopted me when I was nine." He continued to walk as if his personality didn't do a complete 180.

Christopher shook his head and continued walking, not sure what to think of this guy. "Yeah, my family is super generic and boring. They even sent me to an all boys boarding school." He scrunched up his nose.

"That sucks." Damian said, thinking of what it must have been like, "Did you have to like…wear uniforms and sh-tuff?" He asked, quickly correcting his language.

He sighed, taking the lollipop out of his mouth. "Yeah. Maroon blazer and khaki pants." Chris rolled his eyes.

"Ew." He fake gagged, before gesturing to himself with one hand, "As you can see, I don't really like dressing all formal, I leave that to the preppy kids who think they're better than everybody." He joked, looking forward he spotted the main office, burying his hands in his pockets he replaced his friendly smile with the same bored look he had when he arrived.

Christopher opened the door to the main office and walked inside, the smell of coffee overwhelming him. "Hello. I was wondering where we go to find what cabin we're in?" He asked the man at the front desk.

Damian stood silently behind Christopher, chewing on the inside of his lip, watching as the guy passed Christopher two papers and told him where to go, itching to get to his cabin and unpack.

"Great. Thanks." Chris handed one of the papers to Damian and read his own. "Cabin seven." He read out loud.

"Not bad?" Chris looked up at the girl who had spoke. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He turned to Chris, furrowing his eyebrows as he listened to the two.

"Christopher. You can call me Chris." He repeated what he told nearly everyone he met.