Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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It should not surprise her that Rena Reeves waved off her statement and called it a mere technicality, after all, that girl was not humble at all, and yet, it still annoyed Camilla Kensington a great deal. Her dark eyes narrowed, clearly it would kill the blonde beauty to admit that she needed help. How things never changed, but now that they were older and wiser with a bigger past and history, it only drove Camilla that much more mad. If only she were horrid looking, or bisexual, than perhaps, selfishly, she could have handled this a bit better if not to just let out her frustrations. But alas, the woman know that she would be just stuck word sparing and pulling out her hair until the end of their days.
There were bigger things to suddenly fry now though, and imagining besting Rena at her games would have to come second now. It took all of Camilla's power to not have her jaw just lie there on the floor. The woman wasn't even sure how she felt about Rena possibly discovering the Achaemenid Empire lost treasure. Both envy and shock came to mind: "Ding ding ding, you're a winner." If it hadn't been for that statement, Camilla would have cringed at how that figurine had been placed back on her shelf. The woman actually found heself listening to the blonde's tale with baited breath, even just the words gave her the rush of the past, that adventure she yearned for that books and papers couldn't give her.
"Figures you would get someone to lose their head," Camilla commented, interjecting into Rena's story, but soon shushed herself again. Until the end, where the most magical words left her frienemy's mouth: "There's some whole complicated process and I was able to get some of it open, and then I fucked it and the whole thing closed - now even the part I worked out won't do what it's meant to." A sly smile spread across her lips, followed by uncontrollable laughter as Camilla flung back her head, "Oh Rena, you were never smart at the puzzles. Did you finally figure out just going into something guns ablazing doesn't solve everything?"
Oh, how she been waiting for this moment her whole fucking life since graduation. Camilla couldn't decide what was more exciting, the fact that Rena really did need her help and was indirectly asking for it, or the fact that Rena couldn't make her great big discovery without her. She leveled a look at the blonde now, cunning yet sultry, full of dangerous pride, "I'll help you on one condition - ask for my help directly. And I want a 'please' on there. No beating around the bush or Rena semantics on this one. I want you begging me."
At the confirmation that the salon had the tea, Camilla couldn't help but to smile, "Ah, excellent. You may become my go-to salon then in town if you have Yorkshire Gold on a daily basis." She knew it was just bagged tea, but those tea bags held a special place in her heart as far as childhood memories went with her father and grandfather. It felt like a warm hug when she had it, and as cold as Camilla Kensington could be, she needed a hug every once in a while, even if it was just in the form of a hot mug of tea.
Dark eyes looked around now, taking in the various chairs and mirrors. She was a little surprised being told that she could sit where ever she wanted. It felt different than London. As Hope Hoffman disappeared to the back, the woman walked down the aisle of chairs, taking in the personal items, before selecting her chair - one that she was confident was Hope's main station and settled in. Camilla made a face, scrunching her nose when the blonde returned and mentioned her earlier cliental, "Bridal parties? You poor sole. I would like my hair half up, and half down. I trust you."
She shook her head, crossing her legs as she settled a little more deeply, "I'm afraid I haven't. I'm rather embarrassed though. I've been at the University for several years now, so there's truly no excuse as to why I haven't set foot into your shop before." At least she was honest, not that there was much in a way to lie, even if she had wanted to. Hope returned with her tea now, which Camilla happily took now as Hope whipped out a brush and stared at her hair. Camilla merely watched her in the mirror before asking, "I'm sure you've dealt with hair like mine before?" the woman inquired, "No doubt you've had all sorts of cliental over the years as a hair stylist."
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
She suppose it was hardly surprising that Taylor Way hardly had any idea of when Aurelia would be coming back - in fact, Camilla was willing to bet that no one in the art department would have. After all, the art history professor wasn't the best at keeping people in her loop, even when they had been friends, evidently, "There's clearly something in the water with the professors who go on sabbatical. I ran into an old colleague a few months ago, Talia Noctum, and the woman completely forgot who I was. And then, she just up and disappeared again." Something told her the same would likely happen with Aurelia Allen as well.
The snort that escaped Taylor's mouth caused her to roll her dark eyes, it had, after all, been rather unlady-like, and no doubt that snort had been due to Camilla's own words. She knew that she had been quite bad at socializing outside of her department, but it wasn't as if she needed actual confirmation from the likes of a woman who looked like a farm girl. Plus, her sass was a little aggravating, if for nothing more than it reminded Camilla of Rena Reeves - which was a dangerous knock against any woman.
With her gaze looking at the ceiling though, she supposed she could have guessed what Taylor taught. It was not an artform that Camilla would take much stock in, unless it dated a few countries old, "Ah." The woman said now, everything clicking in place as her gaze fell onto Taylor once more, rearranging her pillows without a car in the world, "You're the llama girl. Or, is it alpaca?" It was probably the latter, alpaca had the better fur for weaving into more. At the statement that they may share some students, Camilla finally crossed the threshold deeper into the classroom now, "I'm sure we do. Although, have you been having any issues with your introductory classes flooding with people who seem more interested in you rather than what you're saying?" Taylor must have, for even though she looked like a farm girl, she had that girl next door look, "I find it rather annoying."
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
None of this exchange was remotely surprising to Camilla - the two young woman had picked right back up where they last left off, insulting each other with their preferred method and personality, yet it still perplexed her to find the voluptuous blonde in her office. And yes, she went there. As much as it pained Camilla Kensington to admit, her frienemy was awfully distracting physically as she was mentally, and perhaps, that just often pissed her off even more when Rena Reeves got under her skin. That devilish smile did nothing to reassure her that this interaction would be going her way.
If anyone had been listening into this conversation, they perhaps would have been shocked to think Camilla Kensington a tomb raider with how often she seemed to stumble right into Rena's verbal traps: "What makes you think you could handle me?" The blonde asked her now, that stupid devilish smirk still on her face along with a matching twinkle in her eye - oh, she was enjoying this far too much. Camilla merely smirked, and pointedly said, "Because I know you too well, Rena. That, and I like a challenge." And maybe, just maybe, the woman wouldn't mind making the other woman beg for mercy, but alas, that required them to not bicker for an hour - and for Lorena's sexuality to bend a little bit.
Besides, there were bigger fish to fry so to speak - even if fried fish was vastly unhealthy. She was invading Rena's space now, leaning across the desk as her chocolate brown eyes peered into Rena's piercing blue orbs. Unfortunately for Camilla though, the blonde remained infuriatingly defiant in repeating herself, and simply talked smack once more, "I may be getting old, but remember, you're the one who came to me." She pointed out now, as Rena got up now and marched around the desk. Camilla merely watched her like a cat now, turning around to lean up against her desk and frowning as Rena felt the need to touch all of her things, "Please do not touch--wait, what?" But just like Rena said, Camilla could hear perfectly well, "The Achaemenid Empire lost treasure? You can't be serious. I can't actually believe that a ruffian like you found it." Or well, maybe she could, "Why do you need my help then?"
It seemed to take a moment, but the blonde woman soon flashed her a rather warm smile: "That's me, I'm Hope. Camilla, right?" Camilla smiled back, a little more curtly than perhaps what the other woman deserved, but she wasn't willing to be friends with an untested hair dresser just yet, "Correct." She was short and straight to the point, watching Hope now as she straightened out her station, "Ah, hot tea please. Yorshire Gold if possible, if not, er, surprise me I suppose."
Brown eyes looked over the styling station - looked nice enough, the product choices were superb though, and Camilla already felt a little more at ease, "I have a gala in London tonight, so I prefer something more upscale. Preferably up and pinned. I fear if I keep it down, it will get wrecked in the drive there as I have a bad habit of playing with my hair while I drive." It was a rather childish thing to admit to, but Camilla knew that she couldn't show up to the gala looking out of sorts, and given she was already having to take care of shimming into a dress in London, this would be quite the test.
"I made sure to wash my hair yesterday, so hopefully it's just enough to help with styling," Camilla commented before sliding into the chair and Hope was disappearing to the back to get tea and perhaps, something to keep herself going.
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
It would appear that Camilla was not the only one confused at this situation, as the woman on the ground informed her that Aurellia was simply not around. Dark brown eyes blinked, like a doe in the headlights, as if the woman's words did not fully register, "On sabbatical?" Perhaps it would seem that Aurellia Allen was not the only one out of touch with reality all of the sudden, "Well, this is embarrassing," Camilla groused now, mostly to herself as if she were not sharing the room with another being.
As the woman's next words caught her off guard: "Ah, Camilla." It was said in such a way that may have been familiar with each other, but that was hardly the case. She merely arched an eyebrow, "I take it you've heard of me?" Granted, if she did belong here in the Art Department, perhaps it wasn't such a surprise given that history and art often went hand and hand with each other, and could certainly take inspiration from one another.
From the ground, the woman waved her badge now, and Camilla narrowed her eyes to read the fine print: Taylor Way. Facility. She then picked herself up from the ground, and the woman just eyed this Taylor Way. Even standing up, Taylor Way looked like she might have belong amongst the students rather than the facility, but Camilla knew better than to judge a book by it's cover - that was often the quickest way to get in trouble at the University, "Ah, no. Nothing important enough to interrupt a Sabbatical over," she mused now, before turning the conversation, "Forgive me for the mistaken identity. I guess I don't socialize over here in the art department as I thought I did."
Glancing up at the ceiling now, to see some interesting pieces, she prompted, "So...what exactly do you teach then...Taylor, is it?"
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
It wasn't often that Camilla Kensington got a summoning to London to attend an exclusive gala for renowned archeologists, but when she did, the woman knew that she was going to show up in style. She had spent months preparing for this, picking out the most exquisite ball gown, the complimentary heels (even if nobody would see them under her dress), and high end jewels that would be worn around her neck. All was leading up to this evening and then, just like that, one plan fell through. Her stylist in London gave her a mere less than twenty four hours to inform her that she had been double booked, and given that Camilla was currently living out in Hickstead, she was easier to cut from the schedule.
Camilla managed to keep it together over the phone, but as soon as she hung up, an ugly scream escaped her and echoed throughout her Oldaker Ave home, "This is not happening," the woman muttered to herself as she grabbed the pages to see what Hickstead had to offer. She had a mere three hours before she head to had to London. She could not be late, given that her father would be at this gala, and would use it as an excuse to reprimand her for her chosen path within the archelogy community. It always annoyed her that he held onto the bravado of the treasure hunting and returning than her actual discoveries, or the fact that she was a professor at a small, but fine, institution. But Camilla supposed that was what father-daughter relationships were for.
She had success in booking at Color Me Crazy, the receptionist informing her that they had just enough time to fit her in for a trim and updo style. Camilla booked it without any second thoughts, and quickly loaded everything she needed into her sports sedan, and headed downtown to High Street. Parking the car, the woman got out and headed into Color Me Crazy. Dark brown eyes took in the scene, it actually was rather cute. She took the few steps to reception now and informed the girl behind the desk, "I have an appointment with Hope Hoffman." They stared at her, perhaps it was the hautiness in her voice, but they just looked over to a blonde woman now who was cleaning up her space. Taking that cute, Camilla walked over to her now, "Are you Hope Hoffman?"
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
Every once in a while, Camilla Kensington found herself hiking across (or at least, it felt like a hike) from the history department to the art department. She heard through contacts at Sotherby's that they would be holding a private auction that nonetheless featured some rather valuable and old paintings that once thought were actually lost. Inspection showed that they were indeed the legit thing. Camilla thought this was rather interesting, giving that per historical records, those paintings in particular were thought to be lost at sea for good.
Naturally, the woman decided that she wanted to share this information with Aurelia Allen, the art history professor at Hickstead University. Camilla got along well with the other woman, but only in small doses and over tea (specifically herbal), simply because Aurellia was just so melancholic that it took away from everything else in the conversation and quite frankly, any sort of physical admiring. But this news was too big to be ignored, Camilla just had to discuss it with someone, and literally now.
As soon as she stepped into the art building, Camilla was met with the scent of wood, clay, oil paint, and just about everything else, "Yet another reason why I don't like to come here," the woman muttered to herself. She walked directly to Aurellia's office, only to not find her there. Odd. Maybe she's in one of the classrooms for whatever reason. So off she went, her heels echoing in the silent hallways. Picking a door, Camilla burst into the room and paused. There was a woman there, lying on the floor. The body ont eh floor shifted, dark eyes staring at her now, "Yes?" She asked, not getting up. "How can I help you?"
Camilla arched an eyebrow, staring at this woman like she was utterly mad, and was also rather insulted that she didn't bother to get up off of the ground, "I'm Camilla. I'm looking for Aurellia Allen. Who are you?" She didn't bother to keep the typical snobbery of her Belgravia London accent out as she addressed floor woman now. This woman didn't look like a hobo that just walked off the street and somehow made it into the art building, but one never knew. After all, Lorena simply broke into her office a mere month or two earlier, "Are you suppose to be here or do I need to call security?"
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
Camilla hurried back to her office, classes could not have ended soon enough for her today. Earlier in the day, she had gotten word via a contact still out in old treasure hunting business that they may have stumbled upon Henry Every's journal. A discovery like that was monstrous in itself. Henry Every was a man of mystery, especially after he disappeared from the world 1696. Nobody knew what happened to him, but more importantly, nobody knew what happened to his treasure. His greatest haul came from attacking treasure-laden Ghanjah dhow Ganj-i-Sawai and its escort, Fateh Muhammed, which resulted in £600,000 in precious metals and jewels. By both Camilla's calculations and her contact's, that equaled to around £97.1 million by today's standards. In other words, it was stupidly rich money.
Could this also be what Lorena Reeves was beating around the bush about when she last appeared in this very office about a month ago? It was hard to say. The woman knew there was always treasure to be found, myths to undiscover and make real. Her desk now littered with every book she had on piracy and ship routes dating back to the 1600's. Dark brown eyes just stared at the texts, if she found the treasure, "Now now, Kensington. Don't be foolish," she muttered to herself, sighing and leaning back into her chair, her gaze staring off at the books on a very sturdy bookshelf. She wasn't in the treasure hunting business anymore, she wasn't even in a tomb raiding business anymore. Yet, it was hard to deny the thrill of it all, the thrill she had gotten when that text hit her phone this morning.
Henry Every would be quite the discovery. It would be a historical discovery on several levels, and much of that treasure belonged to a variety of countries, but there was one that struck out to her most. India. The country that her mother came from, ties that Camilla could not deny. Would this discovery help the country, or would it break it? Her lips twisted, quirking to the side as she continued to stare at book spines. It wasn't until there was a knock on her door frame did her concentration break. The woman did her best to not sigh, she was a professor after all and she did have office hours. Her dark gaze flicked towards the doorway now, "Yes? You may come in if you wish."
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye
thanks aofie!
THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
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THIRTY ONE . PROFESSOR & TOMB RAIDER . LBGTQ+ . SINGLE
She wasn't surprised when the other woman decided to take a great joy in the scream that escaped her, but it did nothing to improve Camilla's mood at the situation that she found herself in. Lorena really had the audacity to slap her own thigh while laughing, causing dark eyes to roll, "Why don't you stuff it Rena, it really was not that funny," she commented now, unable to hide her anger and naturally, it was causing some low level insults to escape her, "And don't call me 'Milla'." As soon as the words escaped her though, the woman it had been the wrong thing to say. Knowing the feisty blonde, she'd be calling her 'Milla' or 'Mills' for the rest of her, hopefully, short visit. In fact, Lorena clearly was still trying to egg her on, her fingers trying to pull her in, dangerously daring with her blue eyes narrowing back at Camilla. A 'hrumpf' sound escaped her as she tossed her head defiantly, still aiming her icy gaze back at her, "You wouldn't be able to handle me."
The woman did her best to ignore Lorena's commentary from the back about her pun while she tried to stave off a would be interrupter. She didn't want anyone to walk in on her with the blonde, mainly because she would have to explain who Lorena was and knowing Lorena, she would have her own colorful commentary that would just make matters embarrassingly worse. Once it was taken care of and she turned on the other woman, who still seemed to be making her herself at home at her desk, and demanded her answers. Dark brown eyes watched the blonde as some unexpected, and no doubt painful words, escape her, "Oh I absolutely do. The issue is, I need ...your help." Now that did it. Camilla arched an eye brow, staring at her before a coy and sly smile started to grow across her features. She felt like a cat that had caught itself a canary, a beautiful, blond, boisterous canary.
The distance between her and Lorena was quickly shorten, Camilla carried herself across to the desk with a new found spring in her step. She placed her palms down on the desk, leaning in to invade Lorena's space before hoisting herself onto the desk to sit there. Her long legs crossed, and for a moment, she raised her one hand, to look at her manicured nails before tilting her head, looking back down at the blonde now, "I'm sorry, Lorena," she purred now, "I don't think I heard you the first time. Do you mind repeating what you just said?"
Embarrassingly, a yelp of surprised escaped her when the chair quickly spun around. Papers scattered to the floor as she dropped her folder as well, and then in all of the fast comotion came a voice. A voice that she knew well and hadn't heard in a while, "Surprise bitch, did you miss me?" Lorena Fucking Reeves. And naturally, she didn't stop there, "I see Professing has dulled your intelligence somewhat. It didn't take particularly long." Dark brown eyes narrowed, "If it wasn't undignified, I'd launch across this room and throttle you right now," she hissed, unable to hide the venom from her voice. How dare she just invade her life like that - into her office of all places as well. Camilla didn't even want to think about what her arch nemesis could have messed around with while waiting. She wouldn't put it past her. Before she could even get a good look at the other woman, she heard a voice in the hall, "Camilla! Is everything alright? I heard a scream."
The woman shot another blaming look in the direction of Lorena, before she leaned ever so slightly out of hte office to address the voice, "Don't worry about it Aiden. An annoying little 'Ren managed to get into my office. Must have left the window unlocked. I'll take care of it." And yes, that digging pun was intended. And just like that, she back in her office and slamming the door. Now alone again with the other woman, did Camilla really get a good look at her. Lorena Reeves looked the same as ever with that mischievous smirk, her unruly hair, and that glint in those bright blue eyes that suggested that she had just owned Camilla. The nerve. As they both eyed each other, the woman noticed how the other's smirk just continued to grow, which did nothing more than annoy her even more - as if that had been possible. At least she still had height on her enemy, which made it easier to just look down on her.
Straightening, she side stepped her mess and marched right on over, her Louboutin heels echoing over the floor, and Camilla felt like a prowling lioness going in for the kill. Placing the palms of her hands down angrily on her mahogany desk, she put much of her weight on them as she leaned in across the desk now and into Lorena's personal space, "What are you doing here? Don't you have some archeology site to go wreck with your bull whip and unorthodox methods?" And yes, she used her best haughty expression and leveraged some edge into her voice. Truth be told, she was surprised that her enemy was here. Dare she say she was seeking her out? Which had been a first - normally they had just been running into each other on digs or inconveniently in tombs, never on purpose and always an unfortunate surprise. However, this felt different. Like it had been cleverly planned and on purpose.
Sometimes, Camilla loved being a professor. She loved the respect, how her students tended to worship the ground she walked on, and being able to command the room like it was nobody's business. She was idolized and nobody dared to question her. And then, there were other days where it felt like her face was red from the amount of times she wanted to palm her face violently and beat her head against a desk. Maybe cry under the desk with a bottle of wine. It was two weeks to finals and she was getting some borderline stupid questions - and yes, contrary to popular belief, there is such a thing as a stupid question. And stupid questions held her back from leaving the classroom despite the fact that the class had ended over fifteen fucking minutes ago.
"Does that make sense, Margot?" she asked now, after firing off an explanation on Mayan sacrifice and the significance of the architecture around it. Her student nodded, although there had been a glazed look in her eye. Seriously, Camilla worried for these freshmen exams that she was going to be grading for the first few days into winter break, "Well good, please run along. I have to get back to my office before my next class." Neverminded that her next class was tomorrow and then rest of her day would be spent looking over papers, planning out the last two weeks of the semester, and planning out what bottle of wine to crack open this evening. As soon as the classroom emptied, a loud sigh escaped her as she packed up her stuff. She had to remind herself that she loved being a professor - feeling a little wistful over ole treasure hunting days and discovering new things that hadn't been in the textbook. Sure, sometimes those adventures also had run ins with She Who Must Not Be Named but even that seemed reasonable now compared to what she just went through.
The woman made her way back to her office now, still day dreaming as she walked through the hallways and stepped around chattering students. Eventually she would offer a smile as she passed by. It wasn't long before her feet had her in front of her office, those shiny letters speaking to her: CAMILLA A. KENSINGTON. They reminded her of why she was here - how to be great and commanding, even without the treasure hunting. Pushing the door open, Camilla stepped inside and came to an abrupt stop. Someone has been in here. Her dark brown gaze fell on her office chair, facing away from her, and she could not help but to frown, "I didn't leave my chair like that..."
full name • Camilla Aashvi Kensington nicknames • Professor [Hickstead Uni]; 'That Blasted Kensington Girl' - Academics/Archeologists/Treasure Hunters she pisses off age • Thirty birthday • March 30th occupation • Professor - Ancient History; Artifact Hunter & Returner gender • Female sexuality • Bisexual - Tendency towards female
the appearance
face claim• Simone Ashley
identifying features• Camilla can easily be spotted from a mile away, with her 5 foot 10 frame, she tends to tower over everyone. She takes after her mother with her dark complexion, deep chocolate eyes, and cascading dark hair. From her father, she inherited his strong jaw line, height, and wavy hair.
the personality
likes • Discovering Myths are Facts, Finding Ancient Sites lost to the World, Returning Artifacts to their Country of Origin, Ancient History & Lost Civilizations; High Noon Tea Time, Petite Fours, Globe Trotting, Her Students, Appreciating the Fine Anatomy of an Sculpted Individual - man or woman; Outsmarting People at their Best, Reading, Working Late, Sleeping in Silk dislikes • Artifacts Belong in Museums that they shouldn't belong to, Treasure Hunters, Shady People who are in the business for the money, Failing a Student, A Student falling asleep in her class, Unexpected Booby Traps, Brash Americans (cough cough Lorena), People who don't think; Scratchy Sheets, Take Out Food strengths • Book Smarts, Thinking Outside of the Box, Getting Out of Trouble weaknesses • Attractive & Flirty People, Taunting - She can't possibly say no to a Challenge dreams • Returning Stolen Artifacts to where they belong fears • Settling Down - Even if she meets the right person, she fears she'll always be yearning for adventure overall personality • While Camilla prides herself in being posh, calm, and collective, she cannot deny that she is the ultimate opportunist when it comes to work. She wants what she can take. Camilla is the first one to notice things in her environment, and to see what their potential is She does not hesitate to confront thieves, or take risks. Camilla’s quick action saves her on many occasions. Despite her book smarts, she sometimes misses the obvious without any hints - and it has burned her in the past - with people and with private jobs. Camilla likes spending a lot of her time logically thinking up ways to outsmart rivals - particularly Lorena Reeves - at their own game, obsessively so. She barters for the things she wants, offering tit for tat. But she can often get caught up in her emotions. Ever picturing herself the strong, high and mighty woman, Camilla does not talk about her feelings much, and would rather ignore them or get lost in some physical aspects of a relationship or friendship than to share feelings.
the history
father • Clifford Kensington, 68, Renowned Archeologist mother • Uma Pillai, 65, heiress of a major Tea & Spice company siblings • N/A important people • LORENA HENLEY REEVES - Ultimate Frienemy & Undisputed Rival hometown • Belgravia - London, UK overall history • Camilla was born into an aristocratic life. Her father, Clifford Kesington, is considered a renowned archeologist for work that he has done at Stonehenge, Hadrian's Wall, and Antontie's Wall. Her mother, Uma Pillai, at the time of meeting Clifford, an heiress to a prestigious tea & spice company. They met in her mother's native country of India and fell in love, with Clifford whisking Uma away to England to live in Belgravia, England. Several years later, Camilla was born. Even from when she first started to talk, she took to the high society living that her parents gave her and as she grew, she began to fall in love with her father's work and history. Her little mind blown by how much that they as a civilization have yet to uncover in the world and was surprised that Christianity had been the cause for wiping out many civilizations and setting it back by hundred of years.
She became determined to do exactly what her father did, maybe even surpass him in discoveries. Uma watched her daughter grow and take after her father with his curious mind. While the mother loved to see her daughter thriving and wanting to go into a field that both hard and challenging, she did not want Camilla to forget that she was simply half English, not completely, and set out to remind her of her roots in India. Not only was Camilla taught of her mother's side, she was also taught about how many sacred relics from all over the world. Relics that were stolen and sold to private collectors who then turned around and put them in museums that were half way around world and no where near the country in which it belonged. While knowledge is power, and that power comes with fame, it should not be used to take away from cultures.
As Camilla grew as a lady of high society, she aced her studies and soon got into the prestigious University of Cambridge and their Department of Archeology. Little did Camilla know that her life would change forever with one girl: Lorena Reeves. A cheeky girl with a quip for everything, tough but bright. Truly, Camilla thought that she had just met her best friend for the next four years, in fact, perhaps for the rest of her life. They got along splendidly for freshman orientation, the ice cream socials, everything. And then, classes happened and Camilla discovered that perhaps, Lorena Reeves was not a friend but a rival. The girl's outlook on archeology was non practical, it wasn't by the book, it was roguish. Every class, she found herself bickering with her, and they fought against each other head of the class each time and Professor's affections.
This would continue for the next three years. There were days Camilla simply adored her, and then there were other days that she completely hated her. Then, senior year came and the no good, terrible awful, unexplainable thing happened and it put the nail in the coffin. Camilla was floored, that she, a girl of high class, her pedigree, her marks and ranking in the university, was beaten by Lorena Reeves. Camilla bitterly graduated, seething at what happened and she swore that girl would never be her friend again. Time came and went, going on to her masters degree and then setting off on archology digs which soon became globe trotting studies to uncover myths, legends, and tombs.
As life would have it, since life had a funny way of doing that, she would often run into Lorena, swashbuckling her way through life much to Camilla's need to roll her eyes. It seemed college would never end, for she always found herself coming back to that friendship and rivalry all the same. A dance or a duel of some sorts, it happened in England, it happened half way across the world. They would even ban together to help each other out every once in a while, partially if it was a very sticky situation. After one close call - one particular encounter involved a trap, a ton of water, and possibly an anaconda, Camilla hung up her adventuring hat and took to academia once again: only this time, she was helping countries get back their lost artifacts from top museums.
While her mother was proud, her father was mortified. So Camilla left once more, landing herself a job at Hickstead University and relocating her home base. The small town was quaint and cute, and she loved being a professor. But Camilla has been finding herself yearning for adventuring again and Hickstead might not be able to contain her.
the role player
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