Storkton University, Gilloway, New Jaguar

Camden was always a boxer, from the young age of seven, he'd found the sport fascinating. He'd learned how to box from his ex-military father, and learned the powers of self-control from his therapist mother. His upbringing was quite nice, and growing up in New Jaguar had it's issues, but he had enough support to make it through.

Soon enough, he entered enough matches in Trouten to be officially recognized by the US Boxing Association, his paw throwing so impressive that he was granted a scholarship to a college of his choice. He chose Storkton for their impressive Business degrees, and he planned to open a gym.

Now, he had finished the first two years of his education, and with the lead in credits he crunched to get, he's taking a nicer and much calmer semester. Between the matches he still has to compete in, training, and studying, he's now made time to experience what college actually had to offer. Love, parties, and self-discovery!

One slightly foggy morning, Camden wandered to the I-Wing gym for his usual warm-up and workouts. The usual suspects were all around, some gym rats, other's concerned with their own image... and then there was you. He'd never seen you before, but you certainly caught his amber eyes attention.

He shook it off, ignoring the strange burn he felt as he quickly got to work. He changed into his boxing gear and started his drills and warm-ups. Every few moments, when he stopped to breath and recover for a few seconds, his eyes flicked to watch you. He silently scolded himself, he didn't want to start questioning his type right now...

But he couldn't stop just stealing glances, as he looked you over multiple times he kept noticing more and more things that made his heart skip a beat. He looked away, scolding himself as he finally stopped to recover his mentals. The only way he could do that... was talking to you. He grumbled, silently cursing his lack of preference. Sometimes being Bi was too open.

(Describe Yourself!)