Welcome to Camp Callya! With many activities to do, kids keep coming back every summer. Kids come from all over the world, just to spend the summer with us. We hope you join us and have some fun! There are plenty of peope to talk to if you have any questions. We hope to see you soon! Have fun!!
February, 5 2008
So I finished with coding and graphics and such a while back, but Bliss took forever getting an introduction and an advertisment up. I wouldn't let her open the site until she did that, so the opening was delayed until yesterday. Anyways, the site is open. Please enjoy!.
-Anyu
We think that it is essential for out members to know a little bit about the staff who are running this site, so here we are to tell you about what we do and then a little about ourselves.
Bliss
Hello. I am the administrator for this site. It was my idea to create yet another site to run. I have been role playing for a few years now but about a year ago, I lost all interest in rping so I just stopped. Then a couple of months ago, I decided to start back up but wherever I go, it seems to be slow. Anyways, On this site, I do a lot of the dirty work and maintaining the site. The amount of respect you show me, is the amount of respect I show you.
a n y u
Hello! I'm the graphics designer and coder for the site. I made all of the pictures and made sure all of the codes were in place (I didn't actually make the codes, though!). I'm mostly a behind the scenes worker, so you won't see me out and about making rules and keeping the law, but I do watch to make sure that people are following the rules. And I'll be accepting biographies sometimes. Once in a while I will be shutting the site down for a few days to update the skin, but other than that I'd rather just be seen as another member!
Welcome to Bucharest, Romania. It is the year of 1624. All that exists in this desolate place on the edge of Romania is a small village known as Bucharest; the beginnings of the great city that will arise here in the future. The forests surrounding it are deep and filled with mystery, speaking of strange creatures and dark secrets. The village is poor and cut off from the rest of the world. Few people have come to make their home here and the only ones that do live here simply can't afford to move.
And hidden from the humans live a completely different kind of race; werecreatures. Werewolves, werecats, wereotters - all kinds of werecreatures have come here to this desolate place to make their home. Even a creature called the Loup Garou and the dreaded Vampire have come here to make their home near to this little town of Bucharest. They keep themselves hidden from the humans, sometimes even living among them. But how long can this secret life last before the humans find out about the creatures surrounding them?
In a land where wolves have gathered there are two realms. The Imalla Territories and the Darklands. Between them lie the Beartooth Mountains, seperating both worlds from each other. The only way through the mountains is a pass that is rarely open, even during the summer: Icy Pass. But all of that could change in an instant.
At any one moment an earthquake could destroy the mountains. It would be massive and catostropic to the wolves. Those that would survive an earthquake would be thrown into turmoil. The Darklands and the Imalla Territories would no longer be separated. The dark wolves and the Imalla wolves would be thrown into a war as the two lands discovered each other.
But know one knows if the earthquake will hit. If it is going to hit, know one knows when. But there have been tremors in the earth and everyone knows that the Beartooth Mountains lay on a major fault line. What is to become of the two worlds?
For now they live at peace, ignorant of the future that may or may not await them. They are simply trying tosurvive.
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Our Advertisement « Result #3 on Feb 4, 2008, 7:44pm »
Camp Callya has been around for half a century. Started in 1952, a man named Stephen Callya decided to buy a piece of land and turn it into a camp for all teens. Stephen visits the camp every summer and knows many kids by their first name. Ever since then, the camp has been up and running just perfectly. Parents love it for the fact that their kids get to come out to Montana, have fun all summer and stay active. The kids love it because they have fun with their friends all summer.
With much to do, kids love to come and hang out all summer. There are many activities to participate in and kids keep coming back every summer. Kids come from all over the world to spend just one summer on the camp grounds. Parents love it and so do the kids. There are great activities to participate in and tons of stuff to do. Most are outdoors and keep the kids active and having fun. With a great staff, everyone gets along wonderfully. Rarely are there any problems among the kids and staff. Every day is a new and exciting day. We hope to see you this summer, next summer and many summers to come after that!
[center][size=1]Camp Callya has been around for half a century. Started in 1952, a man named Stephen Callya decided to buy a piece of land and turn it into a camp for all teens. Stephen visits the camp every summer and knows many kids by their first name. Ever since then, the camp has been up and running just perfectly. Parents love it for the fact that their kids get to come out to Montana, have fun all summer and stay active. The kids love it because they have fun with their friends all summer.
With much to do, kids love to come and hang out all summer. There are many activities to participate in and kids keep coming back every summer. Kids come from all over the world to spend just one summer on the camp grounds. Parents love it and so do the kids. There are great activities to participate in and tons of stuff to do. Most are outdoors and keep the kids active and having fun. With a great staff, everyone gets along wonderfully. Rarely are there any problems among the kids and staff. Every day is a new and exciting day. We hope to see you this summer, next summer and many summers to come after that!
Appearance: I will start from the top of her head, and work my way down to her toes: MJs hair is a brown color, with light colors of bronze mixed in. There are streaks of bronze that are mixed in as well, but they only are noticeable at the top of her head. The lower you get, the closer the color matches the brown hair. Her eyebrows are shaped perfectly and have a little arch in the center. Her eyebrow color is the brown that is in her hair. MJ had no freckles over her nose, and her face is usually always clear of blemishes. MJ has white teeth and her teeth are straight. Her tongue is always pink. MJ has a wonderful smile. Her lips are naturally pink, and her mouth is not too big and not too small. Her ears are pierced twice in both each ear. MJ has an athletic body. She is skinny, but not too skinny; a healthy 120 pounds. MJ had a perfect tan. She is not pale, but she does not look like leather either. MJ has olive skin and which makes her look better. MJ always had her legs smooth, and never ruff. Then, her toes are always clean but painted.
Personality: MJ, well, she is a very kind girl. She is willing to do anything for anyone. She is a very warmhearted person, and loves people. MJ is a people’s person. She is sad when she is not able to be with her friends or her sister. When first meeting people, MJ is very shy, and reserved. She does not like the feeling of being stared at, or when all attention is on her. She would much rather be out of the spot light, and watch other people take it. MJ has never been an emotional person, at least not in front of others. MJ always plays by the rules, accept in some situations... That only happens when it is absolutely necessary. She is not a really open person. She does not tell people her life story, in the first few days that she meets them. She has to be able to trust them before she goes telling them all about herself. MJ is very imaginative and bright.
Now that you have heard all about her good side, just let me tell you about her bad side: MJ has only been mean and evil when someone has pissed her off enough or threatened her life or someone else’s life. She can be hateful, towards people who make her angry. MJ has not ever been in a life or death situation, and she plans on not ever getting into that kind of situation. A couple of years ago, someone tried to kidnap her sister, so she attacked the man.
Background: MJ had been in only two big fights throughout her entire life. One had to do with MJ’s mother and father getting into a huge fight. Her father had then beat MJ for no reason, and once he tried to hit her the second time, she hit him in the groin and ran out the front door. The second fight she was in, was involving her sister. MJ and her sister are like best friends. They never did anything without each other, until her sister was killed. A man tried to kidnap her sister and MJ tried to save her. The man did not hesitate to pull out his gun and shoot Anna. To this day, Anna’s murder is behind bars.
Family: Mother: Nora Father: Jack Sister: Anna [deceased]
Ashton Corsair « Result #7 on Jan 30, 2008, 6:56pm »
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Ashton Corsair
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Ashton doesn't exactly appear to be 'the tough guy'. In fact, he's never been 'the tough guy' in anything. He never did get interested into any kind of weightlifting or wrestling back at home, and his body shows it. A clear reflection of his preferences, Ash is thin and lithe, built for speed rather than brawn. He simply likes doing things fast - that includes reading, eating working, moving, and more. Back before he ran away from home and dropped out of high school he was in track - the fastest sprinter on the team. His lightweight body was perfect for the position of sprinter.
Ash is exactly six feet tall- give or take a milimeter or two. He's not the tallest kid in the world, but he's just about average - about two inches over, actually. When he was younger his lightweight, thin, and tall body made him akward and ungraceful, but now that he's a teenager he can walk without tripping over everything. His muscles are the kind that are thin and wiry; they can be useful, but mainly for quick, agile movements. They aren't the kind of brawn you would look for in a fighter, but Ash doesn't need brawn for that. He has brains.
Now, at the age of seventeen, he's changed a little. Since he lmoved into the city he's lost a bit of weight, but he manages to keep himself fed. You can tell that life hasn't been easy on him; he has scars from fights and injuries that have come just from being in the city. His skin has paled since his arrival; it was once a nice shade of tan, and very handsome on him, but now it is pallid and ghostly at times. His bronze hair hangs to his ears, but never any farther. It is naturally messy, though it never looks unkempt. His eyes are a dark shade of green that always shines - a color that looks intimidating with his appearance. Though he isn't strong, he isn't weak either. He can hold his own.
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[personality may be subject to change during actual play] Ash was a good kid once upon a time. Needless to say, things have changed since then. The goodness came from a desire to impress his uncaring parents, but that failed, and so he turned to trouble making to gain their attention. When that stopped working he ran away, figuring that they would never miss him. The trouble-maker inside of him is still at work to this day - maybe even more so now that he has to survive on his own.
To say that Ash is a sympathetic, kind, smart kid with good intentions isn't a complete lie. He does actually care about the well-being of a few select others, and once in a while he does care about more than just himself, but the way that he was raised has taught him that there are times when he has to keep number one in mind - himself. Of course, often times he is simply indifferent - something that can be taken as a hateful, cruel, and even evil attitude. Of course, he is intelligent - the one useful thing that his parents supplied him with, besides food, water, and shelter - and he puts it to good use. Fools don't survive long without brawn to help them, so he needs his brains.
Ash is a leader by nature. He always has been, even when he was a toddler. When he was younger the only reason that he did not take conrol of things was because he had trouble with being agressive and taking a stand. Now that he is older he doesnt't have that problem and is more than willing to take charge of something should he see the oppurtunity arise. Life on the streets these past three years have toughened him up more than he ever believed possible
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Ashton was an 'accident'. His parents - two nineteen-year-olds - had never meant to have him. At first they were both genuinely pleased that they were having a child - though it was a surprise - but halfway through the pregnancy, when there were a few complications, they realized that they would never be able to afford taking care of a baby, doctor bills, and the up-and-coming wedding plans that were to take place five months after the birth of the baby. After the complications - a false labor halfway through the pregnancy - they didn't want the child anymore.
Abortion wasn't an option. Both of the parents, and their parents and grandparents before them, were stricty against abortion. Adoption, too, wasn't an option. The mother couldn't bear to let go of the child and let someone else raise him. Some mothers are like that, whether they really want the child or not. And so little Baby Ashton was born. Ashton Leone Corsair. It didn't take long for him to pick up the nickname "Ash".
Ashton's parents got married like they had planned to. When he was five months old he was left at a daycare center while his mother and father finally got married. After that he was left there every day until he was twelve. Sometimes his parents forgot about him and the daycare center - a cheap place that was innatentive to its charges - would have to call his mother, who worked a normal schedule, to come and pick her son up. She was never kind to him in such instances, but he kept trying to impress her and his father with the little things that he did. All that he wanted was attention.
Ashton was smart. When he started school at the age of four he excelled. He was in a fairly good school too. When he moved into third grade he was sent to a better school, though his parents could have cared less where he went. He excelled there too, recieving stranight A's for most of his six years spent at that school.
By now Ashton had a little sister twelve years. Her name was Victoria and she was the princess of the family, receiving all of the attention, leaving Ashton alone and without much care from his parents, save for the occasional angry yell from one or both of them. He was just entering high school and was desperate for some sort of attention. At school he was a loner - he had no friends. Around the neighboorhood he had no friends either. He finally decided that being good and getting straight A's wasn't going to work on his parents; at the age of fourteen, in his Freshman year of high school, Ashton began to go downhill. His grades dropped from straight A's to low B's, C's, and D's. he joined a sort of 'gang' of tough trouble-making kids from the school, he started vandalizing public buildings and destroying property, and he began to carry around a knife.
His parents did pay attention to him at first - they were angry and he was constantly being yelled at. But this attention was better than no attention at all, and he was happy. And then one day they just stopped trying to get him to be good again - they ignored him like before. In vain he tried to get their attention again, but he failed. When he was fifteen he ran away, using the small amount of money he had saved up over the years to take the bus and the train as far away as possible. And so he ended up in the city, the only place there was to run to.Eventually, though, with no where else to run, he came home.
He has spent that last year and a half here surviving.Ashton was an 'accident'. His parents - two nineteen-year-olds - had never meant to have him. At first they were both genuinely pleased that they were having a child - though it was a surprise - but halfway through the pregnancy, when there were a few complications, they realized that they would never be able to afford taking care of a baby, doctor bills, and the up-and-coming wedding plans that were to take place five months after the birth of the baby. After the complications - a false labor halfway through the pregnancy - they didn't want the child anymore.
Abortion wasn't an option. Both of the parents, and their parents and grandparents before them, were stricty against abortion. Adoption, too, wasn't an option. The mother couldn't bear to let go of the child and let someone else raise him. Some mothers are like that, whether they really want the child or not. And so little Baby Ashton was born. Ashton Leone Corsair. It didn't take long for him to pick up the nickname "Ash".
Ashton's parents got married like they had planned to. When he was five months old he was left at a daycare center while his mother and father finally got married. After that he was left there every day until he was twelve. Sometimes his parents forgot about him and the daycare center - a cheap place that was innatentive to its charges - would have to call his mother, who worked a normal schedule, to come and pick her son up. She was never kind to him in such instances, but he kept trying to impress her and his father with the little things that he did. All that he wanted was attention.
Ashton was smart. When he started school at the age of four he excelled. He was in a fairly good school too. When he moved into third grade he was sent to a better school, though his parents could have cared less where he went. He excelled there too, recieving stranight A's for most of his six years spent at that school.
By now Ashton had a little sister twelve years. Her name was Victoria and she was the princess of the family, receiving all of the attention, leaving Ashton alone and without much care from his parents, save for the occasional angry yell from one or both of them. He was just entering high school and was desperate for some sort of attention. At school he was a loner - he had no friends. Around the neighboorhood he had no friends either. He finally decided that being good and getting straight A's wasn't going to work on his parents; at the age of fourteen, in his Freshman year of high school, Ashton began to go downhill. His grades dropped from straight A's to low B's, C's, and D's. he joined a sort of 'gang' of tough trouble-making kids from the school, he started vandalizing public buildings and destroying property, and he began to carry around a knife.
His parents did pay attention to him at first - they were angry and he was constantly being yelled at. But this attention was better than no attention at all, and he was happy. And then one day they just stopped trying to get him to be good again - they ignored him like before. In vain he tried to get their attention again, but he failed. When he was fifteen he ran away, using the small amount of money he had saved up over the years to take the bus and the train as far away as possible. And so he ended up in the city, the only place there was to run to.
He has spent that last year and a half here surviving.His parents Ashton was an 'accident'. His parents - two nineteen-year-olds - had never meant to have him. At first they were both genuinely pleased that they were having a child - though it was a surprise - but halfway through the pregnancy, when there were a few complications, they realized that they would never be able to afford taking care of a baby, doctor bills, and the up-and-coming wedding plans that were to take place five months after the birth of the baby. After the complications - a false labor halfway through the pregnancy - they didn't want the child anymore.
Abortion wasn't an option. Both of the parents, and their parents and grandparents before them, were stricty against abortion. Adoption, too, wasn't an option. The mother couldn't bear to let go of the child and let someone else raise him. Some mothers are like that, whether they really want the child or not. And so little Baby Ashton was born. Ashton Leone Corsair. It didn't take long for him to pick up the nickname "Ash".
Ashton's parents got married like they had planned to. When he was five months old he was left at a daycare center while his mother and father finally got married. After that he was left there every day until he was twelve. Sometimes his parents forgot about him and the daycare center - a cheap place that was innatentive to its charges - would have to call his mother, who worked a normal schedule, to come and pick her son up. She was never kind to him in such instances, but he kept trying to impress her and his father with the little things that he did. All that he wanted was attention.
Ashton was smart. When he started school at the age of four he excelled. He was in a fairly good school too. When he moved into third grade he was sent to a better school, though his parents could have cared less where he went. He excelled there too, recieving stranight A's for most of his six years spent at that school.
By now Ashton had a little sister twelve years. Her name was Victoria and she was the princess of the family, receiving all of the attention, leaving Ashton alone and without much care from his parents, save for the occasional angry yell from one or both of them. He was just entering high school and was desperate for some sort of attention. At school he was a loner - he had no friends. Around the neighboorhood he had no friends either. He finally decided that being good and getting straight A's wasn't going to work on his parents; at the age of fourteen, in his Freshman year of high school, Ashton began to go downhill. His grades dropped from straight A's to low B's, C's, and D's. he joined a sort of 'gang' of tough trouble-making kids from the school, he started vandalizing public buildings and destroying property, and he began to carry around a knife.
His parents did pay attention to him at first - they were angry and he was constantly being yelled at. But this attention was better than no attention at all, and he was happy. And then one day they just stopped trying to get him to be good again - they ignored him like before. In vain he tried to get their attention again, but he failed. When he was fifteen he ran away, using the small amount of money he had saved up over the years to take the bus and the train as far away as possible. And so he ended up in the city, the only place there was to run to.
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General Rules « Result #9 on Jan 25, 2008, 8:48pm »
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