Camelia Dierdre Moran (Cammi...she hates
Camelia—she says it's a name for an eighty year-old woman who lives alone with her thirty cats—only her grandfathers can call her by it without pissing her off...much
...and don't even start
about her middle
32A-24-34Natural hair colour:
Dark Brown (Or 'old penny copper', as she likes to put it)Eye Colour:
Brown ("If you look up close, you can see flecks of...umber...and, um...sienna...not gonna work, is it?")Distinguishing marks:
Cammi has no piercings, not feeling, in her words, like “...co-opting another culture's rituals or rites of passage for shits and giggles or looking like someone I'm not for everyone else.” Cammi has a birthmark on her right triceps the shape of a long arrowhead, and a small scar on the front of her lower left leg, the result of hot oil splashing on it when a lawnmower she was using on her mother’s yard “…blew up. How was I to know it had to be serviced every once in a few years?” Body hair:
Shaved armpits, legs, and groin trimmed and shaved down to a neat little rectangleClose Friend or relative:
Kari Moran-Cleeves, her older sister, who she helped clean up after being a drug addict and a prostitute, and now is a respectable soccer momLikes:
Black party dresses and heels, chocolate, having a cute butt, singing in public, really greasy foodDislikes:
People who focus on her size, anti-intellectuals, having small breasts, not getting enough sex, really greasy foodPersonality:
Cammi can most accurately be described as a nerd, although one without the severe social awkwardness, poor choice in clothes, and lack of personal hygiene. She spent copious amounts of time with her face hidden behind books during her school years, but got more than enough socialization to earn her a handful of close friends in that time. She accomplished this by being the livewire on campus, knowing everyone and, more importantly, what made them tick. She is quite gregarious and friendly, and intensely, fiercely loyal to those she cares about. What is always readily apparent as well is her powerful, even forceful personality. As a result of being the youngest grandchild in an extended family (both sides) with seventeen aunts and uncles, too many cousins to count, and a policy of ‘children are seen and not heard’, Cammi was never babied and always had to push her way into her older relatives’ conversations and attentions. This left her, by the age of seven, as a full-blown extrovert. At the same time, she found a love of reading and learning, which made for a strange and often quirky combination of reflective and wordy, sharp wit and sharper tongue. Cammi doesn’t back down often, and even when she is wrong it is hard to pry an apology from her lips unless blunt facts are used to prove it to her. That isn’t to say she doesn’t know she’s wrong, she just chooses who to share that rare bit of information with. At most times she can seem a hard egg to crack, and means to be so, keeping up the smooth, wisecracking, uber
intelligent exterior that hides a softer, cuddly interior she rarely shows to anyone, and, to her, for good reason.
If Cammi lacks in anything, it is her fiery temper when aroused, her talkativeness, and her ability to switch from a silent, book-reading scholar with a laserlike focus, to a singing or dancing center of attention, ready to bring everyone else out of their shells, flying from one attraction to another with boundless energy. It isn't quite a personality disorder, but it can be jarring to those not used to her personality.
Cammi has an amazing aptitude for memorizing details about history and, to a lesser extent, science (which she calls her guilty pleasure, as she hasn’t the mathematical know-how to master the really deep stuff she loves the most, like quantum physics…see? Nerd.) She tends to put everything in her life into historical perspective, often forcing things along the way to fit (“There! Just like King Alfred when he was hiding out from the Vikings? Don’t you get it? I burned the pancakes, just like he burned the goodwife’s cakes!”) On these occasions she reveals a much softer side of her personality, one that rarely appeared during her difficult childhood, a softer side that was only allowed to grow during college.
Cammi is petite to the point of appearing elfin--at barely five feet tall and only ninety-eight pounds, her youthful appearance belies her much more mature behavior. Years of gymnastics have honed her body's muscles, giving her a supple, athletic loveliness to her curves. However, despite her graceful, vivacious body, she doesn't consider herself anywhere near attractive, other than her well-exercised, tight little ass. She knows
her size--she lives it 24-7, after all--and anyone who calls her 'petite' for the 21,873rd time will get at least an eye roll, and more likely a razor-sharp retort on their own appearance. Besides, she knows the two kinds of men and women she tends to attract: for women, it's either the big sister types who want to party and drink and show her off to all of her friends and family like some kind of adorable little sidekick, or the 'motherly' types who want to tuck her in and keep her--grr--safe
from the big, bad world...for men, it's either the big, tall guys who love a short woman with an attitude twice their
size, or the 'fatherly' types who can't get enough of her--squick
looks. No surprise she prefers quiet women and the aforementioned big guys...she likes the complimentary styles of their personalities and physicality with her own. Plus, she really likes swiping another tall guy from the tall girls who just piss
her off, always moaning about not being able to find a guy their
Actually, for someone as extroverted as she is, she's had frustratingly little sex--one girlfriend in college, another a year later, and two guys in between who lasted only a month each before they were exhausted from trying to keep up with her energy, intellect, and libido. She's known of sex and fetishes beyond the vanilla sort, and is willing to experiment gradually, but hasn't even had the chance to test her toes in the water.Reason to be here:
Cammi is an extrovert in the extreme, regardless of her moments of locking herself in her apartment and reading, writing, or being on the internet for an entire weekend. However, the life of a town historian involves nothing more exciting than building dioramas for display in the town library, nothing more intense than slowly cleaning and archiving old 19th century letters of town founding fathers, and nothing more outgoing than designing and presenting brochures for the town's fishing festival to the city council once a year. She sings at an Irish Pub weekends for a little money, and at a couple of favorite coffee shops as often as she can during the week, but she is a phoenix trapped in a chicken's shell, living a life of quiet desperation.
She isn't a watcher of TV, other than illegally downloading the latest season of Game Of Thrones
or episodes of Mythbusters
and Antiques Roadshow
, so she isn't that into listening to other people's descriptions of game shows...until she was told by her rather prim co-worker Donna about a game show called Corruption
that was “...to put it nicely,” Donna had said, “a little too outgoing for me.” The gist of the show she gained from the uptight woman was that it was similar to 'that awful Japanese trash where people do disgusting things, worse than Fear Factor
was', and Cammi knew enough about that
show to think that this was something she could sink her teeth into and come out feeling good about herself. Too busy to bother with looking it up online, she applied and was delighted to find herself accepted as a contestant. She really is quite ignorant of the background of the game, and it remains to be seen if her outgoing, take-no-shit, vanity-lacking personality can get her through the show. She has no idea of just how far the show she's getting into can--and will--go.