Hello! Welcome to my version of a TDI fic with you in it! Yeah, I know. These kinds of stories are all clichés now, but who cares? Now's your chance to be in one of these cliché stories if you:
Just joined and want to be in one of these
Have just woken up from a coma
Have a goal to be in every one of these made
Or anything else.
All you have to do is fill out this simple form and post it in a review.
I have a limit of 20 people(10 girls, 10 guys), but who knows. I might be nice and let more in. I just recommend that if you want to join in, do it ASAP! First come, first serve. Unless your's is really cool.
Here's the form.
Name:
Age: (16 or 17, please)
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Clothing:*
Stereotype:
Fears:
Would you like a romantic interest?*
If so, preferred stereotype (for bf/gf):*
Biography:*
* Optional (I'll make up a wardrobe for you)
Example of application: (remember, the more detailed, the better!)
My camper
Name: Lynn
Age: (16 or 17,
please) 16
Hair Color: Brown, frosted aqua
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Brown, purple contacts
Clothing: Black t-shirt with a white silhouette of a cat's head, navy cargo pants, black and blue Etnies
Stereotype: Loner, artist
Fears: small enclosed spaces
Would you like a romantic interest? maybe
If so, preferred stereotype: none
Biography: Lynn was raised by her father because her mother left when Lynn was two. Lynn is a talented artist and she has received scholarships from her work.
Yup. Something like that.
Note: Just remember, It may take a while between updates. Also, feel free to pitch any ideas (challenges, conversations, etc.). Also, please let me know if your camper has know another before this story.
So enjoy the story!
Peace out,
Quilava Girl