EVERGOT, francis [D1]

GENDER
female

AGE
16

DISTRICT
1

LOOKS

Compared to the rather built Careers that plague Francis' district, the redhead teen looks rather lousy. She has long limbs with little definition and a lack of strength to match. It's rather odd for a girl who does actually attend Career training every once in a while not to have really any muscle to show off. Even so, if you know the ratio of how often she actually attends to how many days she skips, it's not nearly as puzzling. The girl isn't a full out Career, not like some of the girls she knows. Perhaps that's why some people give her such disgusted looks on the streets, but then again, there are plenty of other things that could justify their facial expressions. Her tendency to thieve things, to gamble and bet on people's dying children, as well as her fallen reputation that haunts her with her family's abandonment, are all different reasons that make Frankie somewhat of repulsive to the generally successful public of District 1.

Well, hopefully that's the case. If everyone gives her such harsh judgment when they pass her by because of the way she looks, instead of for her infamous history, Frankie might just be a little offended. She knows she's not ugly, not repulsive because of her looks. "You have such a... fierce beauty," Perdita would always say as she gazed quizzically at her daughter. Frankie's mother had always seemed to know that her youngest child was different, would be the most challenging offspring in her nest. She could see it when her daughter would flash her signature sly grin, one that warped the girl's face to look like some kind of predator. Her teeth would flash, pulling up her cheeks and hiding her freckles for a few moments.

As she grew, developing into a mature and elegant criminal, Frankie began to think much more about her outward appearance. It always seemed to never do her justice. "How you look on the outside, tells a lot about how you feel on the inside," a man once told her as they both watched the monitor as two tributes collided in the pursuit of victory. The kid she had bet everything on had died the other day; there was really no use in her watching anymore. That was why she gave the strange man the time of day and drew her eyes away from the screen. She had looked at him with a sly smirk on her features, keeping his gaze as she remained silent. He was naive, dumb to her reputation as the fallen Evergot child. To him, as she had stared up at the screen with her pale blue eyes, Frankie was just another young, pretty face. He knew nothing of her swollen abdomen that had been punched in by loan sharks just the other night. He knew nothing of the stolen necklace in her pocket. Either she was defined by her reputation or by her looks, but Frankie was never usually judged for what was within her. But, then again, how could anyone judge her as a person when she changes how she is every time it's convenient for her?

PERSONALITY

When you weave lies like silk, into a masterful story you call your life, it's rather hard to know who you are as a person. Frankie suffers from frequent identity crises because of this, often causing her personality to shift suddenly and without warning. She attempted to define herself by making a career of her more prominent habit of stealing. This backfired, as after she completes a transaction with one of her clients, it often leaves her feeling used and more lost than she was beforehand. Even so, Frankie continues to do so in hopes of finding purpose in her life and discovering what kind of a person she is within.

Because Frankie does not even know how she truly is, due to her constant use of different facades and lies, her personality normally borders around detached and resourceful. She says and does what needs to be done, usually to benefit herself at the cost of others. Her needs come first, always. This has always been a main idea in her life, especially after she opted to never allow her parents or siblings to help her. If she can keep a clear head and manage to stay away from others, nothing seems to get in the way of her quest for self-independence. Because she works alone to keep herself afloat, Frankie often relies on outwitting or deceiving others. A sharp tongue, that pours out lies about the largest and the smallest things, will often be her greatest weapon. Peacekeepers want to take her in for questioning about a notorious thief that people have described to look exactly like her? You've got the wrong person. Frankie simply has a twin sister that has fallen on hard times and chosen the wrong path. And the grief is so real in her eyes as she explains, that the story has to be true. But it isn't. Without even a second thought, the girl with auburn hair has created a sister she doesn't have. One offers a long, comforting handshake in apology for mistaking Frankie for her sister, but he doesn't realize she has taken his watch in the process. That is just how the girl is, always benefiting herself at whatever means necessary.

In some ways, Frankie hides behind all her lies. She would never admit it, however, as the girl cannot find any guilt for her way of life. Some would consider this as being heartless, but Frankie has simply grown away from the idea of regarding other's feelings. This fact is one of the only things that truly frightens this girl. Losing her humanity? It would be too high of a price. She hates to consider that she doesn't care about the lives of others and dreads the idea of being unable to show empathy. Even so, it's become an inevitable part of being trained as a Career. It's just something she feels she can't control; where does one find the time to worry about others when you're just trying to get by yourself?

Frankie constantly creates stories and lies, often leaving her feeling relieved and happy after telling one. This gives her a playful presence, as she loves to toy and mess with others. She'll go out of her way to meet people, but doesn't actually think twice about them once the lie has been told. By greeting a bunch of new people and not sticking around old ones, she can avoid getting caught in a lie and always have room to make up something new. This makes her friendly, but only when you first meet her, as she simply desires an ear to lie to. On the first encounter, you might generally like her, intrigued by her eagerness to talk and overall jaunty personality. If you happen to pass her again however, she will act as though she has never met you, often resorting to anger if you don't get the point.

HISTORY

They had always planned on having numerous babies. So many, that their nest would never empty and they would never grow old with the youth of their offspring. So many, that if others saw the parents alone, they would say, "Hey! Where's the rest of the crew?" Because the picture was incomplete without the kids. They'd have so many that at least one of them would give their family the one thing, on top of their riches and prestige, it didn't have: a Victor of the Hunger Games. They told everyone who would listen, or anyone who would pretend to, about these dreams.

With such an expensive dream, you'd assume that the couple of Saxon and Perdita Evergot, had quite a bit of money. It was a correct assumption, in terms of District 1. They had money to go around, creating the atmosphere of true aristocrats. Hot-headed and arrogant, Saxon Evergot always kept the family bonded—and ostracized by many in District 1—with his bloated ego and constant impression that they were all destined for greatness. Frankie would answer to "Miss Francis" and earned chastisement for allowing others to call her anything but her true name. That was the life of the rich, was it not? "You are Francis Evergot, of the District 1 Evergots. Learn to appreciate the title," her father would say with his nose so high in the air, Frankie swore she could see all the way through to the man's brain (if he even had one). His haughty attitude severely damaged his relationship with Frankie, his youngest child, because of their clashing ideals. She was much more relaxed and carefree, less refined and spoiled than her other siblings. Tensions were always high between the two.

Flies to the festering wound, the fact that Saxon's youngest child was corrupt from the beginning only seemed to intensify his uneasiness. Frankie constantly took things. Now, most kids go through the stage of considering everything as theirs, but almost all grow out of it. Frankie happened to never, unsettling both her parents with their inability to control their child. It only worsened when her parents discovered her unpleasant talent for lying. Dubbed a compulsive liar by doctors, Frankie's status in the family was further tarnished. She was quickly enrolled in Career training, hoping that the strict discipline would break her of all her "undesirable" habits. When it was discovered that Frankie often skipped out on the training to complete jobs for people who needed certain items, particularly stolen luxury goods, a majority of Frankie's family turned their backs on her. Now, she simply goes by Frankie, not the prestigious title of a full first name or the wealthy encumbrance of her last. The Evergot became an Evernot, falling away from her family and burying herself in her lies.

She has, since then, become more rounded with her "frowned upon" affairs. Gambling and betting, mainly on dying children in the Games, offers Frankie another outlet for fun. She loves the thrill of winning large sums of money, even if a majority of her affairs end up in losses. The tendency for her to bet big, even when she doesn't have the money to back it up—after being cut off from her parents, she only has the money she gets from selling stolen items—gets her into major trouble. More times than she can count on her hands, loan sharks have tried to cash in on their debts, only to find that Frankie had recently lost all their money betting on a tribute that had ultimately failed in the arena. She has a tendency to be fine one day, then show up the next with bruises and black eyes, sometimes broken bones, as a result of angry loan sharks. She always manages to pay them back in the end, even if only to take out another loan for more betting money. It's a sick cycle, but one that Frankie enjoys too much to give up.

LYRICS
Black Flies by Ben Howard