fawn

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                                         “ Carmen Carmen.. „

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: 5′6″ 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 she’s vastly improved as a person overall, her looks got to her head in high school and she was a good ol’ Regina George type.

When she was off at college, attending Julliard, she scored a record deal with her father’s label VanCamp Records (cliché, 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 WWE’s 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 she’d gotten anything she ever wanted. This angered a certain group of girls, girls who called themselves bullying her because of her father’s drug addiction going public. They say every villain has their origin story, and this was Fawn VanCamp’s. These little girls who hated her weren’t just the average, run of the mill bullies. Not at all. They took a pair of scissors to Fawn’s 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 she’d 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 she’d 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 VanCamp’s daughter put this relationship as the focal point, her mother hated every second of it.

What she hadn’t expected was for her father’s demise to bite her in the ass. Her uncle dropped her from the label, citing her mother’s 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.

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open to: jude moulin @judemculin​ location: their apartment

“Hey...” it was probably their first real interaction since Fawn packed her things and left their apartment for Charlotte. They weren’t on the best of terms when she left due to their differences, but she wanted to make it right between the two of them. She could look at any of her friendships and wouldn’t be able to count on two hands and feet how many times Jude had been there for her when she really needed it. Especially in comparison to any of the others around her who may have claimed to care about her.

“I uh.. I’m glad to be back.. and I’ve really missed you..” she told the other with a crooked smile, placing her iPhone down on the island in their kitchen and pursing her lips. Sure, she was paying rent during her absence, but she was sure that loss of her presence was felt. She went radio silent, only posting on social media to promote herself, but text messages, calls, all of those were obsolete and she knew it wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest. 

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eulcgizeme​:

open to: fawn vancamp | @fawnxvancamp​ location: fawn’s house

“The only thing I need to know is whether or not I was banned from Aero,” Ellis said, slur still blurring the ends of his words as he walked into the kitchen. Slick countertops and the hum of a fridge were a drunken man’s stairwell to heaven, even if he couldn’t stomach a single prayer of whatever lied even between the shelves in the pantry. Sometimes, it was just the hum of the lights and its chilled welcome when the doors opened that was enough to pretend sobriety was close. He didn’t take anything, though. Ellis simply took the cup of water he’d dragged with him and feigned the satiation of a thirst he didn’t have. 

The night was still out of order in his thoughts, focus scattered even now. He recalled being there on his own but not feeling out of place. There was the roar of tires when a car door was flung open, a screech mixed with his laugh as he was pulled back into the dark of the vehicle, and then the pain swelling in his elbow where he fell flat against pavement. 

Fawn had a busy day ahead of her, the last thing she wanted to deal with was Ellis in her kitchen, drinking out of one of her favorite cups trying to recount the various mistakes he’d made the night before. In all honesty, she’d barely even interacted with the man at Aero, it was a friend of hers that thought she should’ve been a good enough friend to make sure he had a comfortable place to rest his head. And she did that, letting him sleep on her very expensive couch in the apartment she shared with Jude. But that was where kindness ended and onset irritation began.

“I don’t know, Cordelia isn’t the type.. or maybe she is.” she lifted her shoulders into a shrug as she typed away some messages on her phone and pulled out the premade breakfast of a boiled egg from the fridge. “If you’re hungry, I’m sure you can find your way to Hilltop.”

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valentinemilo​:

The months slowly piled on top of each other until this moment. Milo remembered nodding at Emmi’s excitement when she told him about Fawn going to the big city to work, but it wasn’t until he had reached for his laptop to send her another piece he’d been working on that he really noticed her gone. When he saw one of their mutual friends post about the lip kits on Instagram, he clicked on the link and bought the entire collection- in a silent show of support, because she was one of his little sister’s oldest friends. Milo walked by the kits in his apartment so much that he even recognized the one that lined her full lips as she stood in front of him- staring up at him through a full set of dark lashes. “I’m not hungry.” He only asked because he wanted to make sure she had her fill already. If not then he would have made sure she did. He nodded slowly, biting his bottom lip for a moment. “Yeah. Peachy as peachy gets.” 

Milo reached down to pick up the flowers where she set the vase down, momentarily allowing himself to be her arms. “Let’s put them inside.” He waited for her to lead them inside and continued to talk- it was his way of extending an olive branch. “Do you have a release day yet?” Milo was never fazed at the stark difference between their hopes and dreams, Fawn was born bigger than Fallbrook so it felt like the natural progression of things. He set the vase down and could hear the happy noise of the brunch crowd winding down outside now that his hearing aid dialed was in. When he turned to let her move the flowers around to her liking, he hadn’t expected her to be so close. He stepped to the side to give her room. “What are the flowers for?”

x

To say she hadn’t thought of Milo would’ve been a lie. Hell, with an official discography set in place, she could easily say at least ninety-five percent of it was about him. It didn’t matter how many men she’d come across during her travels, in the offices of VanCamp Records, or the consistent DMs she’d received. Her heart belonged in one place and one place only, but she would never tell him that. The process of getting over him proving to be a difficult path, but one she needed to go down if she was going to put it behind her. “Still not eating much...” she commented offhandedly as her own ocean-colored orbs darted around the tight area they were standing in, looking for the quickest exit possible. 

“I don’t need you to do that..” stopping herself from adding ‘or anything really’. It was the first time they’d come in contact with one another and she didn’t want it to be a bitter reunion. “No... Uncle Lance is kind of keeping me in the dark... plus, I’m still not finished..” she uttered the lie in order to make it seem as though she would be heading back to Charlotte sometime soon. She wasn’t. Long legs took stride into the house, the pleats of her skirt flopping with each step. The close proximity between them caused the batting of her eyelashes, clearing her throat as she moved to adjust the vase. “Just a gift. Wanted to bring them something nice now that I’m home.” her features were beginning to soften. That delicate girl she became in his grasp returning. She had to nearly audibly remind herself to pull it together, but she caught herself before it left her lips, avoiding any form of eye contact. “You’ve been working hard, I assume. My uncle even considered hiring you for one of his artists..”

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valentinemilo​:

who: @fawnvancamp​ where: rosewood hills

There were things just above the horizon that Milo couldn’t always ignore. Sunday Brunch with the family wasn’t easily opted out of, even when the sun was starting to set and he knew people would head to their own homes soon. He hooked his helmet to one of the handlebars after having parked his motorcycle on the curb- and as usual, he had to wade through a sea of vehicles along the driveway to reach an entry point to the backyard. He pushed through the door there, into the alley that lined one side of his parent’s property and saw her standing there with something in her arms. Milo wasn’t surprised to see the blonde. After all, family gatherings often extended to friends and his little sister always dragged hers to them.

He tipped his chin down, letting his sapphire eyes meet hers for a moment before they dropped to her lips. He watched her mouth move and waited until she was back to the familiar expression she carried around him to finally reach up, touch his hearing aid, and fidget with the dial. “What?” He always turned it off when he rode his bike. One of his brothers, his wife, and kids walked by and pulled him into hugs as they said their goodbyes- letting him know that there was still a bit of food left. He watched them go first, but dropped his eyes to his watch with a frown. He was later than he thought. Milo turned back to Fawn. “Have you eaten yet?

x

After months of perfecting her craft, Fawn felt she was finally ready to release her first album to the public. For a while there, she was a glorified Instagram model who happened to be tied to the VanCamp name, even down to releasing a line of lip kits centered around the touted desirability of her own. Months of hard work was finally paying off and she had to say she was proud of herself. The joy was apparent on her face as she walked through the alley with a large vase of flowers in her arms, a gift she’d bought for the Valentines in order to decorate a part of their living room. Really her mother helped her picked them out.

Then there he was, the man who had the ability to control her every emotion, even if she never openly vocalized that fact. “Excuse me.” she spoke softly, knowing he hadn’t seen her since she’d disappeared off to Charlotte to work on her album, but she wasn’t about to let him know how much she really missed him. So much. Of course, he hadn’t heard her, and she had no hands to motion for him to get out of the way, so she cut her eyes to one side and let out the deepest sigh she could muster. “Ya... but there’s some left.” she state plainly, finally placing the vase down as it’d gotten to heavy to continue holding onto. “You’ve been well, I hope.”