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||♟|| Aaron arrives «
I once knew what it felt like to be held and kissed goodnight by one that did not hold my surname. He came to me and left me like an unforgettable season; like something one is unlikely to forget but lucky enough to live through… and unfortunate enough to watch disappear. Our being was a flame, it was kindled by a burning passion, something that I would never forget. Something that he would not, would he still be… here… something that he would not forget, either. I am sure of it. It was as if I needed him, and he needed me. I can still picture his high cheekbones, those dark, piercing eyes that, though black, did not hold within them the evil and negative cliché of most fables- but they held emotion, not emptiness… He was the drum that matched the beating of my heart. And together, we brought to life a raging bonfire… of near-bliss.
❝I ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ғɪʀᴇ...
Wᴇ sᴀᴛ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ
Aʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ, ʙᴜʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘʏʀᴇ…❞
||♟|| And Alas, he leaves «
Like everything else, all good things must come to an end. The flames burned auburn for a season… but as a season, the pull of life waxed and waned… and Aaron left. I could not stop him. I could not leave him… and yet I did. I had promised him… Sworn it on my life… but those around me stopped me. They made be break my oath. He disappeared in the early days of spring, after the winter, and he only lived long enough to find the first crocus sprout out from the ground, a little lilac thing, it was. And she plucked it from its nest in the grass and, with alabastrine fingers, handed it to me. "It's a token. A symbol," he'd said. "Keep it… for me… and remember me by it."
And so I did. I kept it, and should you flip further into this… now sentimental manuscript of mine, you'll find a small, and vibrantly-purple-coloured crocus, dried over the year since he gave it to me. And a year ago, I lost it all.
❝Tʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs...
Tʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ...
Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴍᴀssᴇᴅ
Sɪᴛs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴜs, sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀsʜ…❞
||♟|| Panem, United States. District Twelve. «
With this subtitle I shall end my story. I met Caiman at school. I met Tybalt on my front doorstep. He's real adorable- Tybalt- that is, when he wants to be. I've been of age for the reappoints for four years, now, but my family suffers. My name's in forty-seven times. I'm worried. I don't want to go to the games. Alas, nobody wishes to. So we must wait for the day of the reaping, and mother will do my hair like she's done it every year and lend me that same blue plaid dress… she always said it brings out the colour of my eyes.
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❝Tʀᴜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ. Iᴛ's ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.❞
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[Family] You must have at least one living parent.
- {Mother} Laiana James
- {Father} Theon James
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[Friends]
- Caimen Taylor
- Tybalt
[Crush/Infatuation] Nobody
[Enemies]
- President Snow
- Pompous people of the Capitol
- The government itself
[Personality]
⤟"ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ."⤠
Cora likes to just be left alone, most of the time. If you try to comfort her, she will generally try to push you away. Most of the time this is because she knows that comfort will only arise false hope for her, and she’d rather face the truth than put her faith in hope that is just a fake idea. If she doesn’t like you she will not hesitate to tell you, whether it be by words or action, or simply glaring at you.
⤟"ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ... ᴛʜɪɴᴋ."⤠
Carolyn is a very pensive person. She likes to think her actions through before carrying them out, and plans out things carefully. Although this may seem like it takes awhile (and it does), the outcome is normally very effective and meets standards. She daydreams a lot, however, and has her own fantastical world hidden underneath all that pensiveness and antisocialness.
⤟"ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ."⤠
Often seeming more sure than what she actually feels, Cora is brave. When it comes to her family or those she loves, she won't hesitate to step up and force them down to do and face whatever dangers they would have had to go through. Although this is a trait that may seem to clash with her antisocial trait, she manages to stand up in her own way.
⤟"ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ?"⤠
With her sarcastic and witty way of handling things, Cora isn't the most humorous of all people to hang about with. Not that you'd ever want to anyways- anybody following and tagging behind her she'd probably give them a warning and if they didn't obey- well then they were dead- most likely. She can be aggressive at times too… though she doesn't find it an honour to kill an innocent life.
⤟"ʜᴏω ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏω ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?"⤠
Because of her strange past associated with quite a few betrayals and untrustworthy people, Carolyn has learnt better than to agree to someone's request or believe someone's words by only looking at them. As they say, "never judge a book by its cover." And she's learnt it the hard way to never trust a person because they look or write or talk like a trustworthy, honest person. So the chances of her making an ally in the games, should she be reaped, would be relatively slim. But who knows? Nobody, really.
[Likes]
- Her cat, Tybalt
- Her best friend, Caimen
- Buttercups
- Forest/Nature
[Dislikes]
- The Capitol
- The Hunger Games
- President Snow
- Coal mining
[Fears]
- Being reaped for the games
- Arachnophobia (fear of spiders)
- Aichmophobia (fear of needles/syringes)
[Strengths]
- Archery
- Close combat
- Climbing
- Recognising plants
[Weaknesses]
- Her family
- Her friends
- Her solitude
- Unwilling to take an innocent life
Weapon of Choice:
- Bow and arrows
- Twin blades
[Other] Apart from all this, Carolyn's name is in for reaping forty-seven times. She's got a black cat, Tybalt, who acts like a furry winter scarf when it's cold. His fur is so soft he could be a plush toy. Cora despises the capitol, and knows how to think for herself, unlike other people. She's an excellent archer and good at close combat… but rubbish at things such as lighting fires and camouflage.
Again, it's wonderful. I will never fail to be impressed by your characters, no matter how many times I see the same one. APPROVED.
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[Full Name] Carolyn Eden James (Cora, Ede…)
[Name Meaning]
Carolyn ⤇ Feminine; variant of Caroline, which is the French feminine name of Carolus, which in return is the latin form of Charles. Charles is from the Germanic name Karl, which was derived from a Germanic word which meant "man". However, an alternative theory states that it is derived from the common Germanic element hari meaning "army, warrior".
The popularity of the name in continental Europe was due to the fame of Charles the Great (742-814), commonly known as Charlemagne, a king of the Franks who came to rule over most of Europe. It was subsequently borne by several Holy Roman Emperors, as well as kings of France, Spain, Portugal, Sweden and Hungary. The name did not become common in Britain until the 17th century when it was carried by the Stuart king Charles I. It had been introduced into the Stuart royal family by Mary Queen of Scots, who had been raised in France.
Famous bearers of the name include naturalist Charles Darwin (1809-1882) who revolutionized biology with his theory of evolution, novelist Charles Dickens (1812-1870) who wrote such works as 'Great Expectations' and 'A Tale of Two Cities', French statesman Charles de Gaulle (1890-1970), and American cartoonist Charles Schulz (1922-2000), the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip.
Eden ⤇ Eden is both a feminine and masculine name. Means "place of pleasure" in Hebrew. In the Old Testament the Garden of Eden is the place where the first people, Adam and Eve, live before they are expelled.
James ⤇ A masculine given name or surname. English form of the Late Latin name Iacomus which was derived from Ιακωβος (Iakobos), the New Testament Greek form of the Hebrew name Ya'aqov (see JACOB). This was the name of two apostles in the New Testament. The first was Saint James the Greater, the apostle John's brother, who was beheaded under Herod Agrippa in the Book of Acts. The second was James the Lesser, son of Alphaeus. Another James (known as James the Just) is also mentioned in the Bible as being the brother of Jesus.
Since the 13th century this form of the name has been used in England, though it became more common in Scotland, where it was borne by several kings. In the 17th century the Scottish king James VI inherited the English throne, becoming the first ruler of all Britain, and the name grew much more popular. Famous bearers include the explorer Captain James Cook (1728-1779), the inventor James Watt (1736-1819), and the novelist and poet James Joyce (1882-1941). This name has also been borne by six American presidents. A notable fictional bearer is the British spy James Bond, created by author Ian Fleming.
[Age] 16 Sixteen
[Gender] Female
[Sexuality] Straight; Heterosexual, meaning is attracted to the opposite sex.
[District] 12 (Coal and Mines)
[Position] Citizen of district twelve
[Appearance]
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⤇ Written Description of physical appearance: Carolyn has near-flawless skin, but it appears to be a flat alabaster sheen. She barely has any frown wrinkles or creases on her face due to her general lack of expression. Cora has a piercing blue stare that seems to lift the veil off somebody's face so she can see and read them properly. Her eyes are a cerulean blue colour, the irises ringed with navy both inside and outside. Her eyes are framed with dark ochre eyelashes. Carolyn's hair is a violent flame colour. It's not an unnatural colour, not velvet red or satin red, but a flame-ed colour, vibrant, messy and stubborn. It appears layered and borders her face with a tangle of fire flames. She has one jay feather threaded into a strand behind her ear, hidden from sight to others but comforting to her. The dark brown feather is rimmed with blue and black stripes. Carolyn weighs a mere forty eight kilograms and measures around one meter seventy in height. Her complexion is fair. She usually wear outdoor things- a holed scarf around her neck, worn down, the colours faded to beige from time, with a large black coat and brown pants. She keeps a belt around her waist.
[History]
Carolyn was born in the dusty, coal-producting district of Panem- district Twelve. Her father, as was not uncommon, is a coal miner for the Capitol, and works for hours on end to get a meagre wage. Her mother sells all sorts of little trinkets at the market indoors, sitting there for the day, occasionally going home to check on her daughter.
||♟|| The Beginning «
They thought I would die when I was pulled out. I had dark hair. Sea-blue eyes- the same ones I have now. But I didn't have the physique of one who makes a living by hunting and walking around being selfless and helping people. I was stick-thin. No, but really thin. I'm not exaggerating. I still looked like a little red, undeveloped baby. I think we owe it to my father. He's a bold man, my father. He'd tell me stories when I was younger. Hans Christian Andersen ones. They always were my favourite. I remember most of them, and sometimes tell them to Tybalt, when he comes to curl up over my head to sleep. But it gives me comfort, I suppose.
Right, anyways. I was so small, they honestly thought I wouldn't make it. My father would have let me to die, believing they had no hope in trying to bring me back to life- he said I was just a shell, with a flicker of life that could be burnt out straightaway, at any moment. But my mother had begged of him to try to nurse me back to life. They wrapped me up in about a hundred different towels, my father told me, "Just like the Princess and the Pea". They tried to keep me alive. Clearly they succeeded, for T am not a ghost who writes my history. No, time writes it, and I inscribe it upon this very paper. Just for the wind to read. And you, my friend, are the wind.
They always told me I was odd. I'd come back practically from the dead, risen from a grave whose inscriptions of my non-existent name would have been beaten to nothing but seemingly unimportant markings by the harsh weather. Yes. Unlike what my fiery hair may tell you, I was born in the most frosty of winters. District twelve was blanketed with a layer of grey. Grey? I can hear you ask so. For snow is white, is it not? No, my friends. It hardly is white in District twelve, where the wind-blown ashes from thirteen settle upon our district, sometimes, or it's simply because of the black footsteps the miners leave behind themselves. Who knows? Who would ever know? All I knew was that I couldn't care less if the snow were pink or not. My family was too busy reviving me. And here I am, a stubborn, obnoxious… humph. Person? I don't even know how to describe myself properly anymore. It's always like that, isn't it? Well, and here I am, sixteen whole years later…. I think my father managed to bring be back fairly well. And no, he didn't cause the scar on my right hand, that wasn't him. That was more me… and my clumsiness.
||♟|| The Child that never
grewwanted to grow up «You're probably familiar with the tale of Peter Pan? Well, I was like him. When I was a child, I never wanted to get over the fact that time would eventually take its toll on my life. It was another one of those stories father would tell me… Though admittedly it wasn't a H.C.Andersen one. But never mind that.
Nevertheless, despite my constant pleas to the heavens above (yes. I talked to large cumulonimbuses in the hopes that a fairy godmother lived in one of them), my wishes were not granted, and so I grew up. Developed… Obviously. I went to school, as as required by the Capitol. The damned Capitol. See, this is why this MANUSCRIPT is private. Wind carries tales, yes. it carries lies, treachery, treason, secrets, but it can't carry words off a page. I'm done with school, now, and learn at home, form my parents, I teach myself to do things. Teach myself philosophy, how the world works… I scavenge for literature… And now… I try to think of what a better place this damned world would be without this corrupt government.
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