Name: Skylar Cassandra Roberts
Age/Birthday: 15; November 8, 1996
God Parent: HEDYLOGOS
George Roberts- Father
“I was devastated when Sarah (George’s ex-wife, Skylar’s birth mom) left, but I had to be strong for Skylar.”
George tried his best to be a good father to Skylar. He had a nice job until he got fired. He spent a lot of time with Skylar and tried to be a friend rather than a parent. He called her Cassie, referencing to her middle name. She claimed she hated it, but would always smile. George wanted to give Skylar everything, but when the times got rough, he lacked in the dad department.
Angie Harris- Stepmom
“She was a difficult child. I loved George, but I just couldn’t deal with Skylar. She wouldn’t talk or interact with me. I was usually ignored and the kid was always his first priority. I made him a deal. Me or the kid. He chose me.”
Angie and Skylar didn’t care for each other. Angie tried to look past it, as she was falling head over heels for George. She would try to ask how Skylar’s day went and got ignored. When she came home late, Skylar had already thrown away the remains of dinner. Angie felt like she needed to confront George. She gave him an ultimatum and he made a decision. They faked a divorce, ran off, and they haven’t seen or heard from Skylar since.
Years in Camp: This is her first
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Skylar grew up with a wonderful childhood. She had everything she wanted; they had enough money to be considered a higher middle class. She lived with her dad, George and her stepmom, Angie in a big house in the center of a cul-de-sac. Her real mom had left them when Skylar was just a few months old. Her dad worked for a big company and made most of the money. Her stepmom was a full time realtor and never really had time to spend with Skylar and her dad.
Eventually, George got fired from his well-paying job and their family fell into poverty. They could no longer afford the nice things Skylar was accustomed to. No more nice clothes, food, or annual vacations out of the country. No more spending the day shopping with her friends and her dad’s credit card. She got kicked out of her private school and was forced to go to public school. She was forced to give up her cell phone and they had to move into city apartments.
When she was about 10 years old, her parents started fighting all the time. They couldn’t even be in the same room of the house together. Her dad started spending more time “at the office” and Skylar started spending more time alone. She felt like this whole thing was her fault. She caused her parents unhappiness. It was her fault they were living in this filthy apartment. It was her fault she was alone all the time. It was her fault no one at her school liked her or even talked to her.
She turned against herself because of this. She stopped caring about her grades and would just sit around in shame and regret. She started to hurt herself on purpose. It started with just running into things and giving herself bruises. Then she started snapping ponytails and rubberbands against her wrists. After that, she picked up a knife and just went at it. She didn’t care who noticed, she didn’t even try to hide it. She didn’t talk to anybody and went voluntarily mute.
Skylar noticed her parents spending less and less time at home until both of them just stopped coming home. She woke up to an empty house with no furniture. Just like that. They had gotten a divorce behind her back, packed up their things and just left. They abandoned her. Neither one of her parents bothered to say goodbye. She cried for a long time. She cut and cried and slept for a week straight.
When Skylar woke up, she was starving and in a strange car. There was a weird looking man in front and he was speeding down a highway. He began to tell her things. He found her in the house and took her before she got sent to an adoption agency. He knew her birth mom. He said she would want her at this camp. That’s where they were going. It was a lot to take in. Skylar, who was still very emotional, began to cry. She wanted to meet her birth mother and go live with her. He kept insisting she go to the camp.
“Get out,” the strange man said, “This is your new home.” Skylar didn’t respond. He handed her a backpack and she walked away. She looked into the backpack and found a bunch of designer clothes with new tags still on them. My new home, she thought, hope it works out.
“I’m short, stubby and not a bit attractive.”
Starting at her feet, Skylar is average at a size 8 in shoes. She has pretty short legs, standing at 5 feet 3 inches. She’s very tiny, however. After not eating for a week, her stomach shrunk and she only eats twice a day at most. She weighs in at about 105 pounds. She’s small chested but it’s not completely flat. Her hair is medium length, medium brown, and wavy. She has broad shoulders, short arms, white teeth, and brown eyes. Skylar’s very proud of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her cheeks are kind of chubby, like a chipmunk. Her cheeks are one of her biggest insecurities.
“How to describe myself? I hate people and no one really gets my sense of humor.”
Skylar has a very dim personality, to say the least. She doesn’t have many friends, because she tends to push people away. She hopes to meet people like herself so they’ll know when to leave her alone. She doesn’t talk much, and keeps a lot to herself. Skylar is sarcastic, but sometimes on the rude side. She doesn’t know when to stop joking around and start being serious. She’s not conceited, but she knows she’s not horribly ugly.
Skylar likes to stay up really late until maybe 5-6 am, and wakes up at 10 am. She doesn’t sleep much. Once a month, she stays in bed all day, her body’s way to recover from a lack of sleep. She isn’t musically inclined, but likes to sing when she’s by herself. She enjoys drawing when she has time. Her shading skills are something she takes pride in.
Fatal Flaw: Skylar is a perfectionist. She works at something until it’s correct. This causes simple tasks to take an unnecessary amount of time to complete.
“Just another thing I don’t need to be responsible for.”
“I guess I can shade faces.”
Weapons: She’s okay with a bow and arrow but not perfect. Not very experienced.
“Hah. I’ve only used a bow and arrow in archery class. Never practiced on my own.”
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round