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FULL NAME: Fawn VanCamp NICKNAME(S): Fawny, Queen Bee AGE: 24 | July 4th, 1998 GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis, She/her FACE CLAIM: Jessica Alexander EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Blonde HEIGHT: 5âČ6âł OCCUPATION: (Upcoming) Singer HOMETOWN: Fallbrook, NC NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown (with Jude)
TW: Mentions of drugs, bullying, body image, violence
Quick Facts:
Has always worked her ass off as a singer and dancer throughout her life. This was a creative outlet to deal with the stress at home. She was inspired by her father, Stefan VanCamp of the band The Carolina Reapers.
Her mother is a model from Manchester, United Kingdom and met Stefan on the set of a TCR music video in 1992.
Though sheâs vastly improved as a person overall, her looks got to her head in high school and she was a good olâ Regina George type.
When she was off at college, attending Julliard, she scored a record deal with her fatherâs label VanCamp Records (clichĂ©, I know) and had a two album deal with the company upon her return to the South. They were based out of Charlotte.
Before she was able to release any music, she was dropped by the label as her father passed and her mother was not in support of her pursuing music.
Instead of taking it as a complete loss, she decided to reinvent herself via social media.
She sings a Christmas medley every year at the Fallbrook Christmas tree lighting.
She still performs but on a more local level. She releases her music mostly on soundcloud and Youtube now.
She made a one-time appearance on WWEâs Monday Night Raw where she made out with a popular wrestler. This was a marketing ploy by her label, but it fell through after she was dropped and fans were left wondering what happened to her.
Fawn was the girl that everyone wanted to be. From a young age, there was a fixation on her dollish looks and initially she hated it. She hated the numerous people that would come up to her and her mother and compliment her so much, pinch her cheeks and hug her. She wanted to know why the hell they were interacting with her in the first damn place. It was bad enough they spoke to her, but to go on about how cute she was? Either way, she would often respond with a roll of her eyes before hiding behind her mother and praying that the entire ordeal would be over sooner rather than later. Her father on the other hand had a majorly different part in her life. He was the lead singer and guitarist of The Carolina Reapers, a multi-platinum rock band that lead the movement from the early 90s until the mid-2010s, when Stefan would unfortunately meet his demise.
Fawn was that one girl in middle school whose hair seemed to be accompanied by the wind, never disrupted. Her voice echoed through the hallways but almost in a sing-song manner and one bat of her little eyes and sheâd gotten anything she ever wanted. This angered a certain group of girls, girls who called themselves bullying her because of her fatherâs drug addiction going public. They say every villain has their origin story, and this was Fawn VanCampâs. These little girls who hated her werenât just the average, run of the mill bullies. Not at all. They took a pair of scissors to Fawnâs once perfect hair when she was just eleven years old. Her reaction? She blacked out, she decided that from that point on, no one would ever cross her again.
High school would see a Fawn whose hair not only grew back, but she was sporting a face full of makeup and outfits that teetered the line of dress code. The things she would say would cut so incredibly deep that those around her wondered if she was battling some sort of disconnect where she had absolutely no feelings when she spoke. Did she not think about how the things she did and said would make those around her react? No, because she was going to come out on top. Always. Dance had always been apart of her life, but this was when sheâd taken it incredibly seriously. She had a few dance schools in mind that she wanted to attend, but the only way to know she was truly successful was if she made it into Julliard on her own accord, without the influence of her father. The cheerleading team was really only to keep her in shape and remind everyone where she was on the totem pole.
New York City. Those bright lights called her name and it was as if the Heavens came down and touched her the day sheâd received that acceptance she had been waiting for. Just before her 18th birthday, she was all set to move to the Big Apple and follow her dreams. That summer was probably her wildest. Sleeping around, getting into fights, a last few reminders of why she was that girl.. and then she was gone. Off to meet with her equally as talented peers in dance, seeing what NYC had to offer her. Sadly, this was also the time that her father would overdose for the last time, never to come back from it again. This would send her into a spiral when she arrived in NYC. The spiral only had good outcomes, so she never truly learned from it.
NYC was a wild, wild time. Parties, drugs, more fights but this time on roof tops. She would enter her first serious relationship here, but they were terrible for one another. She was insecure, jealous, worried he would leave her for some botched Barbie and he was manipulative. He had a lot of money and influence, any club she had gotten into was because of him, 5-star hotels, vacations, you name it. She powered through that relationship for four long years, finally ending it after college was over so she could return back home. The small buzz she had for being Stefan VanCampâs daughter put this relationship as the focal point, her mother hated every second of it.
What she hadnât expected was for her fatherâs demise to bite her in the ass. Her uncle dropped her from the label, citing her motherâs begging as the reason for the decision. Of course she was angry, to the point she had been very vocal about it on social media and eyes were honing in on her strained relationship with her mother. She was ready to move on from it. She decided to prove that she deserved her spot on the label, performing in local circuits and writing for other singers. Maybe she would get another chance, or maybe she would be another lost dream. Only time would tell.













