[ ALEX FITZALAN, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] aiden underwood has just arrived back at camp crescent lake for the reunion. the twenty year old is staying in last resort and has seemed to change a bit since the last time the other campers have seen them. they used to be the weirdo, but now they seem to be more of the aesthete. they come across as being adventurous and reserved, but also a bit obsessive and compulsive. i’m sure they brought their camera, utility knife, and marlboro cigarettes with them since they can’t seem to live without it.
howdy, howdy dudes and dudettes. it’s me, admin danny, or as the rest of the world knows me, satan. any-hoo this here is my precious bean that is literally too precious to be kept alive. read below the tag if you care or whatever. heart this post to crush your enemies under the boot of a thousand undead warlocks and demon-spawn. teehee.
i’m putting bullet points because i’m lazy. judge me all you want, i’m valid.
aiden grew up in portland, oregon, the only child to a single mother who literally pampered him as best as she could.
he never was very good at making friends, but his mother was always setting up playdates with her friends’ kids and him. most of the playdates ended up with aiden crying in timeout or some bullsit. (the other kids were tattletales)
the poor fucker didn’t end up having many skills other than being a quick study (talkin’ math whiz kinda dweeb)
due to his slightly higher intellect compared to his peers, he didn’t make it very far in school before kids started to pick on him for being awkward and quiet, always reading and the sort
he’s always had an eye for the aesthetics in life, picking up photography as a hobby, and eventually a career choice
anyways, to escape the reality of being alone in the world except for his mother, his mom sent him away to camp crescent lake for the summer, something that would turn into a few summers he was forced to occupy. he made a couple friends, but nothing really made him feel at home in the end, and the bullies always followed him wherever he went
anyways, he’s a super sad bean most of the time, working for the portland newspaper as their photographer is one of the only things that actually makes him feel useful
so yeah, there he is. if you need to know anything else, lmk. deuces.
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