Post by Wisteria on Jan 8, 2013 21:20:03 GMT -5
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Character name: Wisteria Ambrosia Jaquez
Age: 38
District: 1, formerly 9
Occupation: Mentor
Height & Weight: 5'8 & 123 pounds
Play by: Angelina Jolie
Physical Description: Her body, though very lithe, is muscular, due to much exercise. Her hair is long, straight, and as black as a raven's wing, but seems a brown in the sunlight. She keeps her bangs always cut short, and is not fond of the crazy styles of District 1. Her skin is very pale, and her light grey-green eyes are set into one of the most beautiful natural faces ever seen from any district.
Personality: She was raised to always be polite and respectful, even if she doesn't like someone. She keeps a civil tongue at all times, unless in private with those she can trust. Then Wisteria can be quite different, loud and enjoyable.
When she needs to be, Wisteria can be quite serious and lethal, her eyes normally the first part of her to reflect this darker mood. When in this angry mode, she is extremely dangerous and volatile. She does whatever is needed to get what she wants, or to meet the goal she has set.
When by herself, in the darkness of her private rooms, she trains till she cannot feel her limbs anymore. During this time, she mourns silently for all those people she had to kill to survive and at how her life right now is such a joke.
Internal Conflicts: She believes her life as a survivor of the games is a joke. She is surrounded by nothing but only the richest and most powerful Division 1 has to offer, and hates it all. She thinks that almost all of the 'richer divisions' are trash on the inside, no matter how many diamonds they wear. That is why she dresses so plainly, and stands so far out from the crowd.
The deaths of the other tributes she killed haunt her always, especially when she had to kill the tribute from district 12 to win. Her frightened eyes and screams echo in her thoughts until she works her body to the point of the numbness. There she can't feel the pain and hear nothing but ringing in her ears.
Strengths: Hard worker, Deceiving, Very smart, Never allows herself to get big headed, Extreme endurance
Weaknesses: Masochist, New tributes, Cannot lie, Slow runner
Fears: Dying, Losing a tribute, dogs, and snakes
Anything Else: None
History: Wisteria was reaped from District 9 along with a cousin of her family, and sent off to train for a brief time before the games. When interviewed by Caesar Flickerman, she didn't speak very much, until he asked her what she thought of the games. She replied rather simply, "This is just a way for the Capitol to legally murder people. I hope they all get what they deserve." The statement was responded to with several gasps from the crowd and a very low rating.
However, this did not bother her. She entered the games the with a fake smile, waving up at the sky before the signal went off for them to grab something from the cornucopia. She manage to grab a sickle and a backpack, and dashed away, going as far as she could, away from the others.
Her first encounter was with a boy from District 1 who chased her up a tree, and tried to climb after her. She drove her sickle deep into his eye, and into the inner recesses of her brain. He fell to the ground, dead when she drew her sickle out, and the cannon sounded at her first kill.
At first she felt horrible for what she had done, and went down to arrange his body in a nice position, even though he had tried to kill her. But as she had to kill others before they killed her, she grew surprisingly cold.
Then, they loosed the dogs. Or what looked like dogs. She ran, and climbed up a huge tree, and the dogs left her alone after a while, two of the remaining other three tributes were killed by the dogs, and she only had one person to face. A innocent twelve year old girl from district twelve.
She met the little girl out in the fields where the little girl cried for her to not kill her. That she had family. That she had friends. That she wanted to live.
But so did Wisteria.
And so, while the girl was at her knees, she kissed her forehead, eyes full of tears. Then she drove the blade's end in between the girl's ribs, and deep into her heart, killing her instantly. And that is how she won.
She was celebrated and praised for killing so many, and when Caesar asked her how she felt now that she could go back home, she replied, "I no longer belong among them. They're too good for me to even lick the bottom of their shoes. I'd rather stay in District 1." And so, she got her wish, and lived in District 1 for the rest of her days.
She has just recently started training tributes, and she only trains those from her division. She is always very strict, but kind to her tributes, and is always saddened when they lose or win. Either way, in her eyes...
These 'games' are a sickeningly bad joke.
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OOC Name: Rue
Age: 20
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Sample Post:
The room was colorfully decorated, and the people inside of it very much so. All except for the woman sitting at the very back of the room with a piece of lemon cake in her lap. Her face looked as if it was carved from marble, but unlike these other people, her face and body was perfectly natural. She wore a plain white dress, and plain gold sandals, which paired with her looks, made her seem like a goddess surrounded by pretty birds.
Pitch black hair spilled over the narrow of her back, and dark silver grey eyes stared steely even though a smile rest on her pretty face. She hated these colorful people, with their fake bodies and pathetic minds. She wished this was the games again, where she could pull out their eyes with this fork she was using to eat her cake.
However, she wasn't raised to act that way, so when a fake woman in vibrant orange approached her to speak, she smiled. They spoke very little, but it was enough for the woman to know she wanted to do with her fake-ness. She wasn't drawn by the Capitol's lies, but yet her soul still was enslaved by them. Then, another fake woman in blue approached her, asking what she thought of the upcoming Reaping and if she was ready for it.
Oh, how she loathed these parties.
Character name: Wisteria Ambrosia Jaquez
Age: 38
District: 1, formerly 9
Occupation: Mentor
Height & Weight: 5'8 & 123 pounds
Play by: Angelina Jolie
Physical Description: Her body, though very lithe, is muscular, due to much exercise. Her hair is long, straight, and as black as a raven's wing, but seems a brown in the sunlight. She keeps her bangs always cut short, and is not fond of the crazy styles of District 1. Her skin is very pale, and her light grey-green eyes are set into one of the most beautiful natural faces ever seen from any district.
Personality: She was raised to always be polite and respectful, even if she doesn't like someone. She keeps a civil tongue at all times, unless in private with those she can trust. Then Wisteria can be quite different, loud and enjoyable.
When she needs to be, Wisteria can be quite serious and lethal, her eyes normally the first part of her to reflect this darker mood. When in this angry mode, she is extremely dangerous and volatile. She does whatever is needed to get what she wants, or to meet the goal she has set.
When by herself, in the darkness of her private rooms, she trains till she cannot feel her limbs anymore. During this time, she mourns silently for all those people she had to kill to survive and at how her life right now is such a joke.
Internal Conflicts: She believes her life as a survivor of the games is a joke. She is surrounded by nothing but only the richest and most powerful Division 1 has to offer, and hates it all. She thinks that almost all of the 'richer divisions' are trash on the inside, no matter how many diamonds they wear. That is why she dresses so plainly, and stands so far out from the crowd.
The deaths of the other tributes she killed haunt her always, especially when she had to kill the tribute from district 12 to win. Her frightened eyes and screams echo in her thoughts until she works her body to the point of the numbness. There she can't feel the pain and hear nothing but ringing in her ears.
Strengths: Hard worker, Deceiving, Very smart, Never allows herself to get big headed, Extreme endurance
Weaknesses: Masochist, New tributes, Cannot lie, Slow runner
Fears: Dying, Losing a tribute, dogs, and snakes
Anything Else: None
History: Wisteria was reaped from District 9 along with a cousin of her family, and sent off to train for a brief time before the games. When interviewed by Caesar Flickerman, she didn't speak very much, until he asked her what she thought of the games. She replied rather simply, "This is just a way for the Capitol to legally murder people. I hope they all get what they deserve." The statement was responded to with several gasps from the crowd and a very low rating.
However, this did not bother her. She entered the games the with a fake smile, waving up at the sky before the signal went off for them to grab something from the cornucopia. She manage to grab a sickle and a backpack, and dashed away, going as far as she could, away from the others.
Her first encounter was with a boy from District 1 who chased her up a tree, and tried to climb after her. She drove her sickle deep into his eye, and into the inner recesses of her brain. He fell to the ground, dead when she drew her sickle out, and the cannon sounded at her first kill.
At first she felt horrible for what she had done, and went down to arrange his body in a nice position, even though he had tried to kill her. But as she had to kill others before they killed her, she grew surprisingly cold.
Then, they loosed the dogs. Or what looked like dogs. She ran, and climbed up a huge tree, and the dogs left her alone after a while, two of the remaining other three tributes were killed by the dogs, and she only had one person to face. A innocent twelve year old girl from district twelve.
She met the little girl out in the fields where the little girl cried for her to not kill her. That she had family. That she had friends. That she wanted to live.
But so did Wisteria.
And so, while the girl was at her knees, she kissed her forehead, eyes full of tears. Then she drove the blade's end in between the girl's ribs, and deep into her heart, killing her instantly. And that is how she won.
She was celebrated and praised for killing so many, and when Caesar asked her how she felt now that she could go back home, she replied, "I no longer belong among them. They're too good for me to even lick the bottom of their shoes. I'd rather stay in District 1." And so, she got her wish, and lived in District 1 for the rest of her days.
She has just recently started training tributes, and she only trains those from her division. She is always very strict, but kind to her tributes, and is always saddened when they lose or win. Either way, in her eyes...
These 'games' are a sickeningly bad joke.
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OOC Name: Rue
Age: 20
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Sample Post:
The room was colorfully decorated, and the people inside of it very much so. All except for the woman sitting at the very back of the room with a piece of lemon cake in her lap. Her face looked as if it was carved from marble, but unlike these other people, her face and body was perfectly natural. She wore a plain white dress, and plain gold sandals, which paired with her looks, made her seem like a goddess surrounded by pretty birds.
Pitch black hair spilled over the narrow of her back, and dark silver grey eyes stared steely even though a smile rest on her pretty face. She hated these colorful people, with their fake bodies and pathetic minds. She wished this was the games again, where she could pull out their eyes with this fork she was using to eat her cake.
However, she wasn't raised to act that way, so when a fake woman in vibrant orange approached her to speak, she smiled. They spoke very little, but it was enough for the woman to know she wanted to do with her fake-ness. She wasn't drawn by the Capitol's lies, but yet her soul still was enslaved by them. Then, another fake woman in blue approached her, asking what she thought of the upcoming Reaping and if she was ready for it.
Oh, how she loathed these parties.
