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"Feels like it sometimes. "She told him, her little legs often requiring a little sprint to keep up with the rest. It didn't help that the leader of the group was a giant, but she would pull through, just had to keep her attention on the group rather than getting too distracted by what she was doing. "Wild fennel?" Camila inquired, looking at the other with certain interest. No one had bothered to inform her of what she had missed before. "Oh, thank you." The girl offered him a gracious smile, shaking her head when he mentioned the scent. She couldn't say that she had, though she was a fan of licorice. It was why she liked cooking with Thai basil. "Hi." She replied to his introduction, before she shook her head as she realised. "I'm Camila. Sorry." Way to go dumbass. @zanedeacon

Zane turned slowly, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at Camila. His dark hair was a little wind-tossed, sun catching on the faint freckles across his nose. “Hey, no worries,” he said, voice low and easy, like the waves murmuring along the shore. He adjusted the strap of his canvas pack, which was already heavy with today’s finds — sea purslane, a few edible seaweeds, and a cluster of young oyster mushrooms they’d spotted near the rocks. His fingers, stained faintly green from plant sap, gestured lightly toward her bag. “You’re doing good, you know. It’s not a race.” Zane had noticed her before, trailing after the group, sometimes glancing around with a sort of determined focus that reminded him of himself when he first joined the Coastal Forage Collective. He knew how hard it could be, stepping out of your usual rhythms, pushing past that first layer of doubt. “We stopped here because there’s a stand of wild fennel just ahead,” he added, tilting his head slightly toward the dune slope. His hazel eyes sparkled a bit in the coastal light. “Come on, I’ll show you. You ever smelled fresh fennel before? It’s got this awesome licorice scent.” He waited a beat, then offered her a small, encouraging smile. “I’m Zane, by the way.”

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Camila undoubtedly matched the colour of a tomato as soon as she saw who was standing next to her. Spending a lot of her free time in books with dashing heroes and gorgeous gallant princes, she couldn't help but to picture Josiah's face when diving into her fantasy worlds. He didn't know, of course, but her heart nearly exploding from her chest would be something he couldn't miss from where he stood. "Yeah?" She squeaked, clearing her throat. "Oh- I mean.. Roman makes sure I'm fed well. I'm here because- well- I don't want to .. leech off of him all the time." Camila stammered, rubbing her fingers against her clavicle. A nervous trait. "Should've come sooner. All the good stuff is gone." @josiahhuddington

Josiah was honestly living the life out on Roman's farm. Between working at the station and the work he'd dedicated to doing at the farm, he couldn't help but to feel as if he had a little more pep in his step these days. He was a person that would help out however he could whenever he could no doubt; but something about the farm life nearly made him feel as if he needed to change careers. Not that he would at this point; he was far too committed but he'd consider it that was for sure. He'd been spending a little extra time doing work on the farm the last few days since being out of work for some investigating, and he'd finished up earlier than expected which had resulted in getting himself a sandwich for lunch; something about a warm turkey and cheese on rye was calling his name. He was standing in line waiting for his custom order when he heard a voice, turning to offer her a smile. "It's probably one of the best selling meats around here. It's definitely my favorite." he stated. He recognized her from Roman's farm; he wasn't sure if she were staying and working as well or actually an employee there; he'd never wanted to pry. "You keeping yourself fueled I see. Hope you're not working too hard out there." @camilacooper

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Camila nodded when Hera seemed to repeat her question, almost certain her name had become a mantra inside her sister's head just to put the pieces together to see if it held any meaning to her. At the indication that she did seem to know her, she wasn't as relieved as she thought she'd be. She was used to slipping through the cracks, always missing out on the sibling experience. It was a reality she'd come to accept. "Hera, yes." cc nodded, knowing fully well who she was. "Of course I do." she stood awkwardly, the cold can making her hand numb so she eventually broke out of her trance to put both the can and bag of crisps onto the kitchen counter. "You too." cc returned the gesture, lips pressing together. "So... You're.. Back?" @heracooper

“Camila?” She asked and kept staring at the woman. The name rang a bell in her head and she was trying to place it. Looking behind her and seeing a picture on the wall, it all finally clicked. This was Camila, or CC as she had been called before by their adoptive parents or Evan. They were adoptive sisters. “Oh, Camila.” She said and felt relieved to know who she was. She had been taken in by the Coopers after Hera had left and she had never gotten the chance to meet her. “I’m Hera. I don’t know if you know that or not.” She said awkwardly now. “It’s, um, nice to meet you.” @camilacooper

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"Break-up songs suck." Though cc only ever experienced one break up in her life, and it wasn't even a public relationship, she remembered having listened to Gotye on repeat when her and Alli had ended things. Somebody that I used to know. She still loathed that song to this day. "Also, Ryan's a dick. Doesn't know what he's missing out on." She voiced her unasked opinion. Though she would always love bashing on someone's stupid decisions, especially if they were exes. Men were dumb. "It just made me think about what was so important in Chicago he just.... Stopped replying to me." Was she an inconvenience? Had he simply stopped caring? Had he found a certain kind of happiness in Chicago that no longer made her fit into the picture? The answer eluded her. @felicityxnovak

Felicity shifted where she sat on the end of the bed. Though, she stayed quiet as Camila spoke up. "It's not stupid." She said softly, after a moment. "Songs often remind us of people," Felicity stated, "and they have a tendency to sneak right up on you." The corners of her lips tugged into a warm smile. "But I don't think it's stupid." If Felicity had a sibling and that sibling disappeared, she'd want someone to tell her the same thing. "I couldn't listen to one song for the longest time because it was playing while Ryan was breaking up with me." @camilacooper

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Camila smiled at Tomàs, admiring the way he put himself out there in the community, but knew he was a thief to his own wallet not charging extra for those things. But that was the kind of man he was, and cc admired him for it. Though her biggest reasons for studying for social work had been other events in her life, he had been an influence as well. "It was all Casey's doing. I'm just here to eat a big chunk of it." She said, watching him disappear into the kitchen and then back again, a plate full of food. The smell of it made her hungry again. "It was good. I'm actually starting to learn a lot from Roman. He's a smart man." She told her father, learning more about how to upkeep a farm, from the animals to the vegetable garden to even the orchard. She had to left hands so fixing up the fences was something that needed more attention. "I'm glad I did this." cc spoke, referring to her deciding to take care of herself and work in the outdoors rather than throwing herself into social work and potential make her mental health worse. @tomasxcooper

Tomàs nodded as he walked over towards Cameila with a smile. "Yes, but the mother's work ran late, so it's alright," he didn't mind that he understood. He wasn't the type of daycare that would charge as long as it wasn't that late. He knew when it was someone's job running late, over a person just being late, because they were being lazy or doing something else. "But smells great in here," she said, happy she was here with the family again. "I understand that, but I hope you can get some rest tonight." he would check in on her in the morning. "But thank you," he said as he went to get a plate to make some. "But besides being tired from work...how was work today?" he asked as he sat down to eat after making a plate of food. @camilacooper

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Though it was a struggle, cc did make an effort to get out there more. She knew that the farm of her employment and the little home she had there wouldn't be appropriate for her to spend all of her time. It wasn't how she would get better. Signing up had been the easiest part, showing up had been a lot harder. She usually trotted after the rest, looking at wherever someone had been pointing at, picking up mushrooms that she put in a bag she always had on her, with the picture of a succulent and the text 'whats up succa'. It had been an impulse buy. When she looked up from picking a few berries, she noticed that she was way behind on the rest, putting up a sprint that nearly earned her to stumble over roots and loose rocks. When catching up, she looked behind her to see if they had passed something salvageable when she fully walked into someone's back, looking at him with a still out-of-breath pant. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I hadn't realised you.... stopped.. walking." Her voice wavered, realising as she had been stating the obvious, watching as the man turned around. Of course it had to be the pretty guy. "Uh.. Sorry." @zanedeacon

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Camila felt her cheeks flush redder than they were, the heat rising to her head when he called her out on her 'morning routine'. She wasn't usually this chatty, or showing this kind of banter, especially to someone she had never met before. But there was something in the other's demeanour that felt trusting, like he wouldn't judge. Or perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't laughed at her eating dirt for second breakfast like the short little hobbit she was. "Minerals in your diet are good for you." cc eventually replied, as if that would make it all more believable. "Sorry." She wanted to say something about how fishing in the crook of a river wasn't going to get him any biters, but she didn't want to be a know-it-all, so she just looked at him with a sheepish smile. When he mentioned her chin, she raised her hand to touch it, a slight wince as a result to the connection. "Oh." She let out, taking a breath. Yet her camera was more important, eyes widening as she moved towards it when he mentioned the state of it, picking up of the ground. Luckily most of it was just dirt, a little damage here and there on the body, but it seemed to be working still. "Figured a hobby couldn't hurt.. Yet here we are." cc attempted a joke, opening the snapped photos to see that the squirrel was blurry. Figured. "I don't mind loony tunes." She told him, putting the camera around her neck again. "Thank you." @callumbrooks

Callum had crouched beside her without thinking, palm still warm from catching her elbow. He squinted slightly, brushing a thumb across his brow as he looked her over—not in that way, just enough to make sure she wasn’t bleeding or holding anything at a weird angle. There was a little scrape on her chin, some gravel clinging to her jeans, and her camera… damn, that thing looked like it had seen a war zone. But the lens was intact, and that seemed like a win. Then she spoke, and he had to fight the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh yeah?” he said, leaning back on his heels. “That some kind of new morning routine? Wake up, brush your teeth, take a nose dive into the nearest patch of dirt?” He offered a hand to steady her even though she was already mostly upright, watching her push her hair back like it might somehow fix the situation. She was flustered—just a little—but in that way where her sass bubbled up first, like a defense mechanism. Callum couldn’t help but admire it. “Guess I should be thanking you, really,” he went on, nodding toward the path she’d faceplanted into. “You just scared off my afternoon catch. I was this close to naming that squirrel and everything.” He glanced over his shoulder at the dock where his fishing rod still rested, bobbing lazily with the current. His boots crunched faintly in the gravel as he shifted his weight. “You’re alright though? Chin’s looking a little rough,” he added, not teasing now—just checking. Callum was quiet for a second, eyes flicking back to hers. “Camera okay? Didn’t think you’d be out here hunting National Geographic exclusives.” He paused, then added with a twitch of his brows, “You want some water? Or—first aid kit’s in my tackle box if you need it. Pretty sure the Band-Aids are Looney Tunes themed, though.”

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"Yes but, your niece has got grand ideas." Isabela stated, putting on a pouting face when Roman turned around to face her and the bunny, holding it up closer to her face. "It was hopping around on the hiking trail, even came up to me for food. And look at him, I doubt he's wild." She would always be an advocate for animals, and even now it wasn't certain on if the animal had been abandoned or if it escaped from its home. "I'll hang up flyers in town later, but he needs a play to stay and .. well.. Your niece loves rabbits, why not get them?" @romanrhodes

"a bunny pen? you sound like my niece, camila--" roman had been elbow deep in a feed bin, scooping a large jug into the pellets for his chickens, but he turned around to see camila holding the animal, and he blinked in surprise. "where did you get that? was it abandoned?"

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Pick up photography, they said. It would be great, they said. Camila had a tendency to overachieve and be the best in class, and the little photography club was no difference. She had gone out in her best hiking shoes, tracked into the woods until she was found by the riverbed. There she spotted the most adorable squirrel, cautiously following it, hunched down and lining up the perfect shot. Her heart leapt into action when she saw the little creature look into her direction, the tiniest of acorns in his hand. Her finger pressed the button just when her foot got caught. A loose floorboard? A tree root? It sent her flying, her camera bouncing on the ground before her, sending the squirrel running for its life. She hadn't processed the pain on her chin from faceplanting into the gravel until she heard a voice, and then a strong hand grasping her by the elbow while she was in the process of climbing back up. Only then did she feel the pain-- the pain of embarrassment. "I'm okay." She nodded, standing up straight and pushing her hair back, not that it did much. "Oh, no. I fall face first into the ground every day." Camila said, pressing her lips together, dumbfounded by that being her answer. She looked up at who helped her, clearing her throat. "Uh.. Thank you." @callumbrooks

The lake was quiet in that way callum liked best—still enough to hear the flick of his fishing line hitting the water, but not so silent that it felt eerie. A chorus of birds carried on somewhere in the trees behind him, and the sun was casting that late afternoon gold across the surface of the lake, turning it into a rippling mirror. He adjusted his beanie, sat back on the old dock, and gave the reel a gentle tug. Nothing biting yet, but that wasn’t really the point today. He wasn’t expecting company. He almost didn’t hear her, all tan skin and camera straps, crouched somewhere by the oceanside where the land curved away from the lake like a cupped hand. She was always chasing the light, capturing things he’d long stopped noticing. For a while, he just watched from where he sat, the quiet hum of the reel keeping him grounded as she leaned in toward a frame, completely lost in it. Then she slipped. It was fast, not dramatic—more of a half-stumble, a breath catching in the wrong part of the throat. Her foot must’ve caught the edge of the uneven boardwalk or some loose rock, and her camera swung forward as she went down. Callum was on his feet before he even thought about it. “Hey—whoa, careful,” he said as he jogged over, catching her elbow just as she was pushing herself up again. Her camera was safe. That was the first thing he noticed. “You alright?” He asked, voice a little quieter now, searching her face for anything that looked worse than pride bruised. “That looked like it hurt.” @camilacooper

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Putting Josie in the playpen so she could continue her playing safely, she turned to return the hug her father gave her. "Another late parent pick up?" She asked, having had those quite a few times in the past which would end up having him be late for dinner. At least now they had the crockpot going, so it was always hot for him and ready to eat. "I'm okay. Tired from working but a different tired." She quickly added, not wanting him to be concerned. Depression was a fickle thing and she was doing what she could to make it better. "There's food for you in the crockpot. Pulled pork. It's very good." @tomasxcooper

Today, he had been working around the daycare, having to help out due to some staff asking for a day off. He didn't mind that at all; he loved working around the day care and helping out with young kids there. He loved young kids and babies; he always had such a great time with them. So he did arrive home a little later than he normally would, but was happy to get home, knowing he had his family there waiting for him. He walked in and saw Camila and smiled. "Hey, love bug," he grinned as he set down his keys in the bowl by the front door. "I was just at the day care working today," he smiled at her. "How are you doing?" he asked as he went to give her a hug. @camilacooper

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Having moved to a place of her own, albeit through her new boss, was something cc was getting used to still. And despite her new independence, she found herself over at the parental house more often than not. They'd told her she was always welcome, but still when she was there she would help wherever she could rather than just pillage their fridge and occupy their couch. When she turned around however, running into a woman she at first didn't recognised, she froze. Eyes wide as if a deer caught in headlights. It took her a few seconds to realise that she was the girl from the photos that were adorning the wall at the stairs, recognising her to be her sister. By adoption, at least. It took her a couple of seconds to register the question, and the realisation that the favour wasn't returned, which made her feel out of place, like she were trespassing. "Uh.. Camila?" She softly spoke, clutching onto the soda and bag of crisps she'd been planning on bringing to the living room with her. @heracooper

closed starter for @camilacooper location: the cooper residence

Waking up from a nap, Hera could hear noises from downstairs and she creased her eyebrows as she looked at the time. She could've sworn she was the only one in the house for a little longer. Well, her and Maia. Checking on her daughter in her bassinet, she smiled as she saw her sleeping still and Hera turned on the baby monitor before heading downstairs. "Tomas? Is that..." She started as she went into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks as she saw a girl there who was clearly not her adoptive father. "Um, hi? Who are you?"

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"I thought about my brother today." Camila suddenly spoke up, after a long time of silence between the two. It was usually a comfortable silence, where they had exhausted the topic of things that had come up between now and the last time that they had hung out. She was laying on her bed, a small place she could call her own on her boss' farm, having invited Felicity to bingewatch some shows. "It was stupid. This song came up on spotify and I remembered this vague memory of us in the car." She still didn't understand why her brother had disappeared off the face of the earth, but she had told herself years ago that she shouldn't hurt herself anymore to find out the reason. @felicityxnovak

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Open starter (Cap at 1)

Camila stood, among many other customers, scouring over what they wanted to get in the array of sandwaches of the restaurant. Premade, but she would set her feelings aside of having to pick off some of the ingredients she didn't like. Like the wrong kind of lettuce, or that the slice of tomato had too much of the wet part and not enough of the tomato part on it. When she finally made her decision and reached out for the turkey sandwich, she watched at how it was suddenly snatched right from her grasp. The girl was flustered by how fast it had went, watching with wide eyes as the woman seemed to ignore her and walk off towards the cashing desk. "Okay.." She uttered, turning around again when she lay eyes on someone and gave them an instinctive smile. "Guess the turkey is popular today."

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"So.. Would you consider getting a pen for bunnies? The cuddly kind, not the food kind." Camila walked up to Roman, having stumbled upon a wild yet gorgeous rabbit during her afternoon hike. It had become like a routine to her, get up early to feed the animals, get the produce and then do the tasks Roman had entrusted her with. Working with animals had become quite a success for her, and she hoped that showed in her work. "Look at him, he's adorable." @romanrhodes

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Camila had gone to visit her parents earlier that afternoon, having finished her tasks at the farm. She still had to be mindful at how far she could push herself as the fatigue was still an issue, but she found herself energetic enough to play with the foster kids at the house while her mother was cooking dinner. Upon Tomas entering the house, she looked up and greeted him with a smile. It had taken her a while, but over the years it had finally become a genuine one, not one she put up to make him feel better while on the inside she was still that insecure little girl. "Hey, dad. Where have you been?" @tomasxcooper

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ISABELA MERCED as DINA The Last Of Us | 2.01 - "Future Days"

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STATISTICS

FULL NAME : Camila Clarita Mamani Cooper ALIAS : CC. AGE : 23 DATE  OF  BIRTH : January 10, 2002 HOMETOWN : Seattle, Washington. TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : Since 2012  RESIDENCE : Rhodes Farm, Hawthorne Hideaway. FACECLAIM : Isabela Merced trigger warning: death, abandonment, depression, anxiety

EDUCATION : Social work degree, Chapman University OCCUPATION : Farm hand at Rhodes Farm. GENDER : Cis-Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY : Straight HAIR COLOUR : Brown EYE  COLOUR : Brown HEIGHT : 5'1" (155 cm) BUILD : Lean ACCENT : American LANGUAGES : English, Spanish TATTOOS : None SCENT: Peppermint ZODIAC : Cancer LOVE LANGUAGE : Words of confirmation CLOTHING: outdoorsy.

CONDITIONS : Depression, anxiety ALLERGIES : None EATING HABITS : Doesn't eat orange, blue or purple foods as it feels unnatural. Eats simple and modest dishes. Loses appetite when she feels low. EXERCISE HABITS : None. Likes walks SLEEPING HABITS : Falls asleep with the use of white noise or having the tv on. Can't fall asleep when it's quiet. Light sleeper, startles easily. ADDICTIONS : None DRUG  USE : None. ALCOHOL USE : Still exploring alcohol

POSITIVE  TRAITS : empathetic, resilient, hardworking, loyal NEGATIVE TRAITS : withdrawn, people-pleaser, fearful of conflic, emotionally bottled PHOBIAS : Claustrophobia FEARS : Being alone HOBBIES : Hiking, volunteering at the animal shelter, knitting HABITS : Chews her hair when thinking or busy with something, only makes long eye contact when she feels safe around someone. Always smiles, even when uncomfortable, out of habit. USUAL DEMEANOUR: Timid, will usually keep her distance.

FATHER : Derek Johnson (42-45) MOTHER : Elena Mamani (Deceased) ADOPTIVE PARENTS: Tómas Cooper & TBD Cooper SIBLINGS : Emmanuel Johnson, Evangeline and Anahera Cooper PARTNERS : None CHILDREN : None PETS : None

BIOGRAPHY

Born as Camila Mamani, the early chapters of her life began tumultuous. She was the second born of Elena, who worked three jobs while living in a crappy one bedroom apartment with her son and daughter. Elena Mamani had eloped in high school with her boyfriend , the two high on love as they navigated life together. They had a son together before she was seventeen years old. However, the couple struggled with their finances, often causing fights between them, until one day Elena packed her bags and relocated to Seattle, separating and later divorcing from her husband. She had no family to lean on, having been disinherited the moment she eloped with Derek. To make things worse, Elena found out she was pregnant with their second child during their separation, and told Derek she wanted nothing to do with him and he would not get to see his children. Derek, influenced by his parents, agreed to the terms.

Though Camila and her brother carried different surnames, the two were inseparable, being close to each other in age and with Camila progressing one year ahead in school meant that they shared classes, often mistaken as twins. Though Camila had always been a shy child, shutting down in discussions or during moments of critique and feeling the pressure to perform and achieve, even during elementary school. She excelled in her classes, yet group projects were a struggle, not daring to speak up, even after seeing (speech) therapists. It was her brother that often stood up for her when she couldn't for herself.

Fresh after her eighth birthday, her mother got sick. A young Emmanuel and Camila managed to get help through their neighbour who was a doctor, and had her be brought to the hospital. The entire family had been beating colds, due to the fact their heating system didn't work and the bad upkeep of the property made it so that there was a continuous cold draft in their home. The fight with pneumoniae was one Elena could not win and passed away before Christmas. The two children were sent to an orphanage, where they were told they would look for their father to take them in, but with no success. No one could tell where he was, and looking up a Johnson was impossible. After a few months, they were told they would be sent to foster homes, and that they would unfortunately be split up for the time being. Emmanuel was luckier than Elena, fitting in with his foster family who wanted to adopt him, but could not handle a second. To make things worse, Emmanuel's family relocated to Chicago, where their contact remained through the phones they had, Camila using her mother's old phone.

Losing her mother and brother in such a short period caused Camila to be even more withdrawn, which caused her not to connect with any of the foster families or potential adoptive families. None of the families would keep her around, not in Seattle, not in Portland or in Astoria. She kept moving further away from Seattle, further way from Chicago and eventually landed in Kismet Harbor at the age of 10.

Camila ended up with the Hawkins, a home with a mixture of biological, step and foster children. Here is where she met Kennedy and Arlo, among others, but they didn't stay around long enough for Camila to form a sibling like relationship with them, though to this day, they still talk, knowing that if she's in trouble, she can count on them. The Hawkins family however did little to support Camila and her needs, instead even making her even more withdrawn by the way they saw raising children was befitting. It was however, the first family where she stayed for 3 years, before she was handed over to the Cooper family. Again, Camila had to pack her bag and start anew all over again.

Camila arrived at the Cooper family, sharing the home with three other foster children. The Coopers had adopted two daughters already, but Camila never really got a chance to get to know them properly, both having already left the nest before her arrival. In this home she was able to grow, go to therapy, work on herself, though she would always have that thought in the back of her head that one miss step would mean she'd have to go. But while the other children got adopted into permanent homes, Camila stayed. And for once she didn't mind, liking her current parents, and the fact they were kind enough to sign her up for sports, send her to summer camp. Here is where she met Alliannah, who despite her wild temperament, the two became unlikely friends, and even more. She knew her parents would accept her as bisexual, but the two kept it secret, instead posing as best friends outside of private moments. Camila did confide to her brother, who was still living his life in Chicago. But she never told him what the reason was when they broke up.

Maybe it was due to the pressure of maybe being kicked out of the family, for it was her father Tomas who caught her at a party, drinking alcohol at the age of 15, and snatching her back home. Yet they never told her to pack her bags, never threatened with it either. Instead, at the age of 16, they officially adopted her into their family. Camila had a choice, in which she wanted to honour both her new family as well as her late mother. She decided to carry her last name as a middle name, and Camila Mamani became Camila Mamani Cooper.

Now having to think about what to do after high school, Camila decided to study so she'd eventually be able to get a job as a social worker, and help other Camila's to find loving homes and make sure they're safe. After high school graduation, she stayed with the Coopers and went to Chapman University. However her graduation year prove to be hard on Camila. The fact that she never truly connected with any of her adoptive siblings, and the fact that her brother went silent in 2016 and she never heard from him again already made her feel quite lonely. She managed to graduate from university until she had no choice but to stay at home with fatigue and what her doctors would call 'something similar to a burnout.' She would help out with the foster kids for as much as her body would let her, or just clean around the house.

In 2025, instead of getting a job in social work, Camila decided she would apply for farm work in Kismet Harbor, feeling like the fresh air and working with animals would prove to be therapeutic. She was hired by Roman Rhodes, who also offered her a small place to call her own. Camila knew that in order to truly be okay, she had to learn to be on her own.