Cameron

Conspiracy Vlog: She does a twice-weekly podcast on all things occult, weird, and freaky! She shares information about how to defeat faeries and hobgoblins and ghouls. She talks about spells and charms, government coverups, and predatory creatures that roam the Astral Realm. In short... she vlogs about Veil stuff that she doesn't know is 'Veil' stuff, correlating what she experiences with popular folklore. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, Patreon, and virtually any other platform trying to get the 'word out'. Frequently dismissed by the public as a crazy person.

Veil/Occultism: She's very open about being Wiccan and, more importantly, a witch. She will talk about the 'magic' and 'Astral Projecting' she can do/has done. If you are looking for other people who investigate and try to keep people safe from the bumps in the night, she won't be hard to find.

Alternative Medicine: She claims she's a Wiccan Faith Healer, able to cast 'healing spells' on those who need them, and sometimes offering to do so out of the blue to injured people she meets. There's also the unusual herbs and 'home remedies' she will freely pass out. If someone is desperate enough to get back on their feet quickly, or is eager to debunk the fraudulent claims, there's a potential hook there!

Glimmerati: Cam isn't shy about calling out people who Glimmer if she sees them! (She claims its in their auras that they have the power to be a witch/warlock.) It's a nice little shortcut to talking about things most people don't openly discuss! And she will bring up auras a LOT.

Missing Student: Cameron claims to have grown up here and attended the local High School. There is no record of her being there.

The Amulet: If you're into the indie-Wiccan pop-rock scene (and who isn't, amirite?), you can hear them play at the various bars across town! Like weird mystic rock? So does everyone else! The band is extremely cheap to book!

Trailer Park Witch: If you live in Huckleberry, there's a built-in hook right there! They can run into each other while chasing kids off of their respective front lawns. Lets be white trash together!

Platinum Cabaret: Surprisingly enough, being a vlogger for a conspiracy site with depressingly-low numbers doesn't rake in the cash. She's gotta make that money somehow. Enter the Platinum Cabaret! Always willing to pop in for a scene. Goes by the stage name 'Destiny', which even she recognizes as cliche. Her performances tend to be occult-themed and set to rock music.

Skate Punk: She's recently gotten back onto four wheels after a long hiatus. She facerolled herself in epic fashion trying to show off. For anyone who frequents the skate park, there's a good chance they could run into each other!

4-20 Friendly: If anyone frequents Green Harbor Organics, there's also a good chance to run into each other! Drug-dealers welcome, low prices preferred.

My parents really wanted a boy, were kind of obsessed about it. Then I came along, and what an absolute disappointment that turned out to be for them. Hi, I'm Cameron.

See that little boy running around in the front yard with the Superman cape on? That's Connor. Or, as I like to call him... Me. That's a Supergirl cape, by the way. I know they look the same, so I can forgive he confusion. I look so happy right there, but let's face it. It's an act. It's always an act. There's a lot more going on under that little smiling face than parents ever want to believe, even when I'm over there punching imaginary bad guys into pasty smears.

I think my parents knew something was up that Halloween when Mom asked me what I wanted to be and my answer was 'Kitty Pryde, the best X-Men. Duh.' Even going through that whole apocalyptic parental meltdown phase wasn't that bad. My folks were ahead of their time. Only took them four or five years to fully come around. And a few more after that to stop asking if I wouldn't be happier if I went back. That's not Little Me's problem, though. Little Me's problem are the things that in the closet and under the bed at night.

Of course, no one believes you when you're a kid. You're just imagining it, there's nothing there. Yeah, well... they sure FELT there. And whether those things were real or not, to a child, they're very much real, and crazy terrifying. Let's look over here...

Oh, there I am at senior prom. I took Christy. Yeah, if you couldn't tell by the hair I was kind of a skater punk. This is what I call my 'tragically androgynous phase'. For some reason, Christy thought it made me cool and mysterious, unlike the other boys. I think I just looked kind of like a douche. I know I acted like one. That summer I broke my promise to my parents and skipped out on going to college, instead heading down the coast to California, convinced I was going to be the next Tony Hawk. I felt kind of bad for leaving Christy, but... Hey, Tony Hawk!

I was not the next Tony Hawk.

We don't need to revisit what exactly happened to me while I was gone those six years. There was some drugs and other things. There were a few... incidents. I met some things, saw some things. Unpleasant things. Unpleasant things happened to me and the people around me. I was questioned by police and released. After that... let's just say I can... do things. Really weird things, and I usually can't control it. I'm trying to, but it's not like there's a manual that comes with being a fairy or warlock or whatever I am now. I decided living the Big City Life wasn't really my jam anymore.

So Cameron moved back home, where Connor had left.

But once you see certain things, you just can't unsee them, you know? It awakens something inside of you. Something horrible and also... kind of cool? So this is me now, in front of the camera in my basement. I run a pretty popular podcast these days trying to get the word out. It... doesn't always go well. I think my audience might be crazier than I am. But you can find me on Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, and my site, hiddencontent.com. I try to find out what I can about the weirdness all around us and put it out there, but let's face it.

Most of you aren't listening. Most of you don't care. You just put the blinders on and go be a good wage-slave while another woman goes missing in the park, never asking yourself why. What else is out there. What aren't you seeing?

 Cameron stands above-average height for a women, coming in at close to six feet.  Her figure is lean and willowy, slender almost to a fault.  Hair is long, lustrous, and dark, obviously well-taken care of.  She must use L'Oreal.  (Because she's worth it.)  Her eyes are a dark brown, and a mouth oft-used to smiling sits in a rounded face with a sharp profile dileanated by a straight-lined nose with a rather rounded point.  She looks rather soft and feminine in almost everything she does, really to the point of fragility.  As if one stiff breeze might topple her over.

 For Saints and Sinners Night at the Cabaret, Cameron Cambridge has come as a Fallen Angel!  The heels she finds herself in are only three inches, but they give her enough lift to make her appear over six feet tall.  The lingerie for tonight is red and silver lace, with stockings that curl up her thighs, held aloft by a garter belt.  The thong she wears matches the bra, the latter of which is semi-transparent and held aloft by two sheer straps.  It showcases most of her buttocks and presses her breasts together in a light, but decent, showing of cleavage.  A pair of wings are attached to her back, somewhat large, but easy enough to remove by plucking at their straps.  The edges are blackened and burned, while slow gradients change the wings from singed tips to a more pristine white that connects to her back.  Atop her dark-haired head sits a golden halo that has lost its luster and is beginning to show cracks.