Indigo Soren -- District 9

I N D I G O // S O R E N

GENDER: Female
AGE: Seventeen
DISTRICT: Nine



APPEARANCE:

Imprisonment will take its toll on one's appearance. Imagine eleven years. Eleven years with no sunlight, limited food, limited bathing opportunities, and a room too small for any exhilarating activity. The pasty-white, scrawny, filthy girl that remained locked inside of that warehouse is the girl Indigo wishes never to visit again. Her hair was a dark mat of grease, too long and difficult tame, and usually braided to avoid the trouble. Her body was weak and practically weightless from food deprivation and frequent dehydration. Her ribs were visible beneath her dirty clothes and the notches of her spine were prominent to a point of discomfort when she attempted to lay on her back. Similarly, her muscle mass remained scanty and almost nonexistent. Her complexion was as pale as the snow of a winter morning and covered in filth and grime. Naturally she radiated an unpleasant odor, but when living in such a limited area with two other people such a thing becomes completely inconspicuous.

An improvement in her general appearance came about soon after she was granted freedom. She was finally able to properly cleanse her hair and chop the split ends away. She prefers to keep it dangling over her chest; it is a length she and her sister can agree upon. Exposure to sunlight has lightened the color to a brighter shade of dark brown. Sunburn was something she could not escape, but after adjustment to the outdoors her complexion darkened to a healthy, glowing shade of light peach. Soon, her sunken cheeks grew and the bags etched beneath her eyes vanished. She gained weight at a slow and steady pace, and after she reached a suitable weight for her age and height--a suitable weight for district nine, at least--she began to exercise. She is somewhat weak in the arms, but developed muscle in her calfs, granting her a powerful kick and a swift sprint. She came to discover that she has cat-like reflexes, much like her twin, and used this to her advantage when she began to learn how to defend herself.

Indigo is an identical twin. Identical in the sense that the pair shares everything. They share the same golden eyes, the dark, arched eyebrows, the small nose, the thin lips, the small ears, the small body frame. Everything. The silky texture of their hair, the medium forehead, the stubby nails. Even their long eyelashes. When Indigo glances at her sister, she is literally looking at a clone of herself. An equal. A reflection. People imagine themselves in her shoes and believe that it would feel strange to have a twin, while in her world, it would feel wrong not to have one. There is no Indigo without Ivy, and there is no Ivy without Indigo.


PERSONALITY:

Indigo Soren is a fireball. Aggressive, corageous, and strong, she does not take anything from anybody - not since the day she escaped from prison. She was a battered and broken girl at the time, who had finally stepped up to heroically defend her mother from an evil villain only to be struck down like a pathetic mutt. Her frangible spirit shattered that night, and for once in her lifetime she felt helpless, pathetic, and scared. But that all ended when she was granted freedom. Indigo was reborn into a powerful, fearless fighter who would never surrender in any threatening situation, no matter how dangerous the circumstances.

Indigo was always the more extroverted twin. While Ivy is timid and somewhat soft, Indigo is boisterous and willing to blatantly speak her mind without holding back. She does not care whether or not people think she is kind or crude, good or bad. She knows exactly who she is; she established her identity long ago. It is her thoughts and emotions that matter, not some stranger's. She is out to impress nobody. Her goals? Live life to the fullest with her sister and enjoy every small luxury. She knows exactly how to take advantage of the things she has been blessed with.

Confidence is key. Who are these girls, moping about their "miserable" lives, their bland appearances, and their silly crushes? Indigo had been trapped in a warehouse for eleven years. Cry her a river. She has more confidence than anyone could ever believe, and she finds it pathetic that teenage girls can act so selfish and ignorant in her presence. Ivy is the only one that truly understands. She was there by her side, every single moment since they took their first breaths. Indigo is not bad with people - she just finds some of them odd, even obnoxious. Whiners and morons. That is the adolescent population.

Indigo does not consider herself a real hero - that would be an exaggeration, which is one aspect of her character that she can control. She does, however, think of herself as a fearless fighter. After taking such a brutal beating from her own father, Indigo made a pact with herself that she would never herself to be bested again. She will never cower or cry infront of an opponent. She will never back down. She is a stubborn girl who seeks justice, not satisfaction. Fighting is not a passion or a hobby, but if it is necessary to protect herself or her sister, she will gladly deliver.

Ivy and Indigo have endured every hardship together. Their bond is too powerful to bend or manipulate, and far too strong to be broken or cracked. The two are like twin peas in a pod, despite their obvious character differences. Ivy is the reason they were able to escape their previous lifestyle, and it is for this reason that Indigo feels indebted to her. This is not her only motivation, though. Indigo loves her sister more than anything, and she will defend her in any situation. Some would say she is bold and foolish; Indigo merely calls herself a compassionate sister.

Although Indigo is cheerful and kind, she does come across as being a bit loud and blunt. She tends to act and speak on impulse rather than contemplate things carefully. This stronger part of her personality tends to scare certain people away, especially those her age, but this fact passes over her head completely. She has yet to acknowledge the fact that she can come off a bit too strong, and in all honesty does not really care whether she does or not. In this sense she can be considered somewhat selfish, though if you call her that she will not take it lightly. In her heart she is far from selfish; it is her behavior that can give the wrong impression. She is not careful or cautious. She doesn't think, she does.



HISTORY:

Mankind suffers from cruelty - there is no argument against that. Eleven years the Soren twins were forced to endure imprisonment, deprivation, and isolation from the outside world. The tale begins with their mother, a fifteen-year-old girl who was returning home from the annual Reaping ceremony. On her way she spotted an older man walking about a hundred paces behind her. He appeared to be at least twenty five years older than her - a decent man approaching his middle ages. She quickened her strides to avoid the man, for she was completely alone. The man caught her, however, and attempted to start a conversation. It did not take long for the man to reveal his true intentions. He aggressively dragged her behind a building, bound her wrists, and shoved a bag over her head. She was taken to an abandoned warehouse on the very outskirts of the district and inside was merely a mattress and chains. He chained her to the bed and proceeded to brutally beat her and take advantage of her vulnerablestate. Afterwards, she was left to sob quietly alone.

It became apparent that he had no interest in releasing her. Each day he would return with meager scraps of bread and a small bowl of water. He treated her like a caged animal and a slave. Not a month later was she informed that she was pregnant. Suspicious, the man had barged in and insisted upon testing her, and she was read positive. What they did not expect, though, was for her to bear a pair of twins. Indigo was born before Ivy; only a minute seperates the two. Their captor refused to let any of them leave, forcing the two to be raised within the confined space of the warehouse. Their mother tried to teach them everything she knew about the world outside as they grew, especially when they reached the age where every question began with "Why?". Their father occasionally paid them attention as well. He would appear unexpectedly and give them presents. Books and dolls, usually. Sometimes he would even read to them before they slept on their mother's mattress. It almost seemed like he had a shred of sympathy for them; however he proved himself wrong by bringing them pathetic servings of food and water and hardly bothering to clean them.

Although the lifestyle was difficult to endure, the twins knew of nothing else. They adjusted quickly to the terrible living conditions. Together, inseperable, they played with their dolls, braided each others hair, made up stories about the outside world, and did whatever they could to distract themselves from the fact that they were helpless prisoners. They did not completely grasp this concept until reached about eight or nine. They constantly asked their mother questions about the outside world, wondering why they could not leave. The door was always locked from the inside and out, leaving them incapable of escaping the windowless, grimy warehouse. The girls were forced to use buckets for waste and washing, and only a few times were given the luxury of wearing new clothes. It wasn't until the girls reached eleven that they were finally blessed with freedom - at a painful price.

The worst day of Indigo's life started with a bout of rage. Their captor had barged in and attacked her mother while Indigo and Ivy were asleep. The noises naturally woke them up, and Indigo, who no longer wanted to watch her mother suffer, boldly stood up and shouted at him to stop. It had taken months--years for her to muster up the courage, but it was the bravest thing she had ever done. But the satisfaction was short-lived.

The man instantly turned on her and lunged. With a clenched fist he struck Indigo as hard as he could. It was the first time, ever, that he had laid a single hand on her. And it was not the last. While Indigo lay curled upon the floor, he continued to hit her, and hit her, and hit her until she was a canvas of bruises. She could only sob into her arms as he released every last ounce of his anger upon her. Ivy and her mother watched in horror.

Everything seemed hopeless after that incident. Indigo remained in the same position for the remainder of the night, falling asleep after ceasing her whimpers of pain. But while Indigo and her mother slept, a secret was being withheld in the warehouse of scares: Ivy had stolen the key from their captor.

She was always the clever one.

In the midst of the night Ivy snuck out of the warehouse, locking the door behind her to prevent the bastard from entering, and frantically searched for a Peacekeeper. One of mother's lessons had included a description of these authority figures and what they were capable of. They were the Soren family's only hope for freedom.

Peacekeepers did not play games. As soon as Ivy explained her family's situation, a group of them followed her to the warehouse and escorted Indigo and her mother out. The next and last time they ever saw their father was during his trial, where he was sentenced to life as an Avox. The punishment made it official: Ivy and Indigo Soren were free.


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