ADELE WINGFOOT PERDUE, WANDERER

ADELE
WINGFOOT
PERDUE .

“CLAIRE DE LUNE”
Debussy.

AGE . Nineteen.
GENDER . Decidedly female.
DISTRICT . Wanderer.
OCCUPATION . Assassin for Hire.
SEXUALITY . You tell me.
TALKING . I can feel you
DOING . Touched
DEEP THOUGHT . Soft Brass
HEARING . Adele's Lips


APPEARANCE .

“NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST”
J.R.R. Tolkein

When she moves, it's like she's floating. Gravity presses down, but on her, it's like it's a gentle caress. Her shoulders aren't world worry and sloping, nor are her steps slow and defeated. It's as if she hasn't met the world yet and still believes in fairies, because she has a perfectly straight posture as she glides through the woods. Each move of the body seems carefully calculated, as if she's put extra care and thought into each step. It gives her almost a nymph like appearance if one were to see her in the woods, which tends to stop after she shoots an arrow through an animal for her dinner. Nimble fingers expertly plucking at the arrow's bowstring and pulling it back with a steady arm, with only a sweet 'twang' of a release and a thud, telling her that's she's hit a mark.

Those long, nimble digits aren't quite as soft as they look, and are in fact tough from years spent holding a wooden bow like a vice. The pinky on her left hand tends to click as it moves, because she broke it once, and when it was set it never healed quite correctly. But slowly work the way past the wrist to thin arms, wiry muscles seeming to rest like unsettled immigrants on her biceps. They look unnatural there, as if she should be more suited to a life in splendor, rather than out in the woods. They match her legs, which are stick thin, but for the small amount of muscle on her calves, and her generously given thighs. Her torso curves up to two small, b-cup sized breasts, shoulders meeting with the neck as if a swan is bowing it's long neck. Just above her bottom on her left side is a tan birthmark in the shape of a small crescent moon.

Her skin is pale, as if she hasn't spent her life outside. She's no good in sunlight, because instead of tanning, her skin simply goes red, and then darkens a bit after. Because of this unfortunate feature, she has a small smattering of freckles that are a light beige colour across the bridge of her nose, and skip lightly down her long limbs. Her neck seems to be having a contest with them to see which can become the longest, and although it put in a good effort, it didn't quite beat the limbs. It's still rather long, In fact it might challenge the neck of the swans she sees sometimes when she travels past the wetter districts. All this body leads up to an angular face, topping a five foot and ten inches frame, weighing in at an underweight one hundred and twenty pounds. Not because of a lack of appetite, but because of the fact that it's not always so easy to find food when one is a wanderer.

Everything about Adele's face, seems like it was made too big for her. She's got big pink, full lips that are often chapped with the weather. They are shaped in a cupid's bow, and reveal little white chompers underneath, although she's missing a back molar from hitting her jaw on a rock once. Her nose seems like it should be far too big for her face, but because of her lips and eyes, it fits right in. It's also the only place where her freckles never really disappear. When a kid draws rain drops, they draw them as slightly curvy, well, drops. That's what Adele's eyes are like, except the drop bottoms are turned inward to her nose, and the ends outwards. They are a light blue, and usually look to be in a dreamy and spacey state, her bright blue eyes seeing an idea or thought in her head that no one else can. But when her brow is furrowed, her eyes turn intense, their murky blue colour hardening, with all the calm of a tune being thumped out on a piano.

Adele's hair is bleach blonde in colour, at least on the top layer. Underneath, where the sun has not touched the thick strands, it's a still a sandy light brown. It's hard to see under all that sunlight hair, one might wonder if Adele is half albino with all of her reactions to light. It's naturally curly, and falls in thick ringlets down to just past her waist. It's so thick that it keeps her warm at night in harsher weather, just by leaving it down. Of course it does not do much for the rest of the body's warmth. Her hair is parted in the middle, and flows out, like ocean waves, the curls swirl outwards like sea foam caught in an eddy. When hunting it's usually secured up into a bun with a ribbon, but other than that it's mostly left down, and often covered by a soft green hood, silvery sun locks slipping out every now and then.

All of her clothing items are things pieced together from scraps of cloth, a bought corset here, a faded lace dress there. All in all, her style is rather odd, but captivating. The way she dresses added up with her strange looks almost make her look like one of those creatures found in books, the immortal. An Elven princess floating through the woods. The green cloak that can cover up to just below her mouth only lends to that. It is her most prized article of clothing, for obvious reasons. It's thick with a double lining, and lovely in the winter months for keeping her warm, and it is almost as long as she, with a wide hood for her to fit all her hair under. It was made for her by her adopted mother, and when she feels lonely, she likes to smell it and pretend that she can small her mother and father on it.

PERSONALITY .

“WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS AND WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS”
Roald Dahl

It's as if she's lost something, but she can't remember what. She has very few possessions, so it can't have been anything big. But deep down, somewhere there is a hole in her heart, a leaking of something. No matter how full it is, it will never feel completely right because she's lost someone or something and she can't find it. It's like when the world feels like it's coloured all wrong. Trees aren't so very green, and the sky isn't so blue. Because of this, Adele seems to always be in a constant state of confusion. She'll start sentences, and never finish them, as if she is waiting for someone else to pick up the other end. She'll start humming a tune that she doesn't even know out of nowhere just because it's popped into her head. Once in a half awake state, she even rolled over and started crying because the loneliness left her so hollow and aching. The pain is almost physical, as if when she lost the thing, a part of herself was lost with it.

She's wandered far and wide, looking for this object or person, so she's seen and heard many different shades of skin, and accents. It's a small land, but people are so spread apart that they seem to have completely different slang even. Adele loves meeting new people, and will slip into Districts to trade furs for gossip, clothes, and other small things that one can't get out in the between areas. She'll stop at these Districts for a while, but grow restless once she realizes that what she's looking for isn't there. She's a traveler, born and raised and starts to get the itch when she hasn't moved for a while. Because of this, she's also rather averse to any kind of close relationships, which only adds to her loneliness. She finds solace in other things however, and it takes away from the leak in her heart.

There's a small community of hidden wanderers out in the woods and lands between the Districts, she was raised by one akin to a gypsy camp herself. She grew up learning how to survive, so it's no wonder that she's able to move so quietly in the woods, that she could touch the behind of a doe without it even realizing her presence until she did. She knows the tricks of the woods and winds, and how to be unseen and unheard. To survive in the wilderness, this is a must, no one wants to get caught by a hovercraft. She has a knowledge of what berries are good to eat, and what roots are good in a soup. She can heal using herbs, but only because her grandmother made her spend hours drawing out the small diagrams over and over again, so that she would never accidentally poison someone.

She'd not afraid of pulling back the string of her bow and letting the arrow hit with a resounding thunk against a rabbit, or deer. But she can't help the tears that immediately start to fall as soon as she has killed the animal. She can spend many moments crying over the fallen body of some poor creature and crying, thanking them for their sacrifice so that she can live. When she takes wood from trees for arrows, she always thanks them, and when she pulls a root out of the ground, she apologizes, promising to use all of it, with no waste. She's been taught from a young age that the waste of anything is a terrible thing, especially when there is so much that a wanderer does not have when they are trapped, and cannot live inside the districts.

She goes where the wind takes her, flighty thing that she is. She can't stand staying in one place for too long, because somehow she thinks that she is a curse. Or maybe that she's under one, because she feels all wrong a lot, as if she's bobbing up against a sheet of ice, but she's stuck underneath the frozen over lake. Her feet are always tapping out a code to the trees, anxious to get back under their heavy safety, like a baby bird fallen from it's nest, home is where the heart is, and her's is so scattered that it's hard to tell where most of it lies.

Adele is a tiny bit odd, most would say about her at least. She floats away very easily, as if her attention is always being caught by other things. There's so much going on in her head sometimes that she can't even pay attention to the outside world. Sometimes she'll snap out of it, and be surprised to find herself where she is, totally thinking she was in some District just a second before, and talking to a person she can't remember a second later. She's just odd like that, as if she's in two places at once. She likes to make chains out of flowers and wear them around her wrists and head like a circlet until they dry and crumble off. When she walks through the forests, she likes to mark the trees with staining berry juice, just so she can know where she's been, even though it looks like blood on the trees.

She carries around an old and battered violin that she bought from a pawn shop in District Three when she was twelve. It's got an ivory lace pattern on it, and she bought it on a whim. She already knew how to play it however, because her papa owned a violin, and he had left her some music when he passed away. So she learned how to play the violin, and never really could put it down. She's not very full of caution, seeing as she'll play it when walking through the woods, not even caring about peacekeepers, or being found by anyone. Maybe it's because she wants to be found. She isn't a solitary creature by nature, but that's how she always finds herself.

Lost in the music, it flows through and around her like she's a rock in a stream, or maybe she's the stream and the music is a rock, keeping her tied down. She's always moving, never stagnant. The last time she had a home she was ten, and it was a wagon that still moved. But the music is always there, she can always count on it. It's like it's her only friend. And she walks around in that lonely, confused daze, that's not who she is at all. She's not a poor damsel in distress with alien features. You see, damseling is more of just a front. She may be a tiny bit innocent, but there are ways that she isn't. For example, the fact that she's been shooting with a bow since she started walking, or the fact she knows where the most fatal places to hit are.

Or maybe even the fact that she doesn't really care much for people. While she may seem like an open and friendly girl, she has a bit of a disgust for human beings over all. Sure, there are people who she knows are good, and she's not the type to judge a person instantly, but she does go around with the general idea that all human beings are selfish in general. Not to mention the fact that they are crazy, homicidal maniacs. And they never thank the forest when they cut trees or kill animals. So that's why she won't feel bad about killing a person, but she will about killing any animal. They are innocent creatures, and they do only what they are put on earth to do. Maybe that's why she doesn't mind carefully cleaning spatters of human blood off of her clothes, but she burns anything touched by animal blood.

HISTORY .

“TO LIVE IS THE RAREST THING IN THE WORLD, MOST PEOPLE EXIST, THAT IS ALL.”
Unknown

Adele Had parents. Of course she had parents, everyone has to come from somewhere right? Normally by the time your parents are having a child, they are usually prepared. Adele's, not so much. In fact, Adele's parents were so unprepared that they weren't even married. They hadn't even told their parent's that they were together yet. Young lovers, so very foolish with their foolish ideals, and feelings that everything will be a fairy tale ending because they still have hope. Of course as soon as the girl's mother found out, she forbid her from ever seeing her boy again. You know what happens when you tell a teenager not to do something? (you should know what happens, you've all been one.)

Adele's parents made the decision to elope. They had heard that District Thirteen was still alive somehow, and hoped to live free of capitol rule. Unsurprisingly, it turned out that the decision, although romantic, was a stupid one. They had no knowledge of how to get to the District, and spent many months wandering, until it got to the point where the poor girl was so pregnant that she couldn't go on traveling. So the two decided on option two, which was to live out in the words, at least just for the time being, they told themselves. As the girl's pregnancy went on, they realized that she was getting bigger than normal. She was going to have twins, but they were sorely unprepared. They had to find someone to help them, so they wandered until one day they came across a wandering camp.

The people in it lived in wooden wagons, that looked like moving houses. One of the women in the camp was a healer, and was also an experienced midwife. She was able to assist in the birthing of the children, but the girl was so malnourished from her weeks in the woods, that she passed away from the strain of birth. The boy was left with two baby girls that looked exactly the same. Locked in a state of sadness, the boy learned how to feed his daughters, and took care of them, but he was always so sad that it felt like even breathing was an impossible thing to achieve. It would get to the point where one of the Gypsy's he traveled with would take care of one of them, while the other slept against her father's back.

On one of these days where one of the girls stayed with the Gypsys, the boy took the other out into the woods to gather berries. Adele was the one left behind. Out of nowhere, three Peacekeepers, combing the forests for runaways spotted the boy, and took his tongue and his child. Happy with their catch, they proceeded to the nearest District, dropping Adele's sister at the District's orphanage. Adele was raised by the Gypsy's, and her sister in the Districts. She was never told of her sister because her mother and father never told her that they weren't her parents. She grew up, a happy little girl in the Gypsy camp, not realizing that she was not of their blood. They raised her like she was though, and she had a loving family that taught her how to survive the harsh woods and how to love and live.

She grew to be a taller than average ten year old girl under their care, shining like the sun, although she was always lonely, as if she had lost something important. By this age she could use a bow relatively well, and pick out enough herbs properly that nobody died. She was a winter girl, liking the winter months for their coziness a lot more than the summer months, especially because of her poor skin. It had been a bad year however, an early frost led to a decrease in food for the wandering camp, and her father was sick with a wasting disease. She spent many months by his side, as he taught her what to do, when it came to leading their people to safety. They did not wish to go to District Thirteen, they did not believe in it, all they wanted was to be left in peace.

After her father's death in the early months of her tenth year, she set out on her own to find her calling, taking only her father's music, a bow, some smoked meat, and her homemade sketchbook on herbs. In the world apart from the forest, Adele became someone else. She was skilled with her bow, and with a knife, so she found herself taking care of dirty jobs that no one else wanted to do, simply to gain a tidbit of information, or a hot meal. By the time she was sixteen, she was known as 'Wingfoot,' able to move carefully and silently in the night, with a talent for the violin. She bought the instrument when she was twelve, and had been stringing out tunes on it since. The hooded girl with a mournful sound, looking for her missing piece.

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“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived”

-Henry David Thoreau”

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