Caroline Wolfe District 8

Caroline Wolfe
Thirty-six
Female
The eighth district of Panem
odair
Fc is Uma Thurman
Theme:Jar of hearts by Christina Perri

What do people see when they look at Caroline? Only what she wishes them to see. Standing at around five ten, the den mother of the Wolfe family is a haughty figure most often seen with her arms crossed. Straight platinum blonde hair is kept wrapped up tightly in a smart bun. The no-nonsense glare that unabashedly stares out from behind a pair of cold blue eyes can make people uncomfortable. It says that she does not play around; that she will defend her children more fiercely than any wolf would defend its cubs. High cheekbones are always turned up in disapproving frown that is framed by pert lips.

The Wolfe Mother generally dresses in black and grey, as she disapproves of bright and cheery colors. The world she lives in is not the happiest of places, and she would rather not pretend otherwise. The only cheer she finds in is her children, but more on them later. Carol is limber and lithe from a good diet, though having so many children has diminished her figure, and widened her hips.

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Her children would tell you she is loving, if a bit protective. Outsiders looking in would say she is controlling, conniving, sheltering and spiteful. Caroline rarely lets her children play outside; or even leave the house unless they absolutely have to for school and the like. Even so, they are kept to a strict timetable. She does not want any of them to do anything noticeable for she has a deep-rooted fear that notoriety leads to death.

She strives to keep her children out of the public eye, though some of them severely try her patience. One of the children in the house is adopted. Unfortunately for that boy, she regards him differently then her own children and treats him in a very vindictive way. Why? Because he reminds her of her dearly departed husband more than any of her blood children do, and that grates on her nerves.

Carol despises anything that would try to ruin her family, whether that is the ever present looming threat of the annual games or shameless little hussies that attempt to coerce her eldest son into abandoning his duty, his family and his honor. Oh yes, Little Jeyne Schells has a way of awakening the beast when she drops by. The Wolfe mother dislikes her fashion sense, her full lips, and above all else, the way her son is so taken with her he'd leave the job his own mother had procured for him. When faced with such undesirables, her tongue is sharp and her wit is sharper.

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A childhood filled with tears has coalesced around her heart and frozen it into ice. As a young teenager of the age sixteen, she felt she had it all; An honorable and funny older brother, a handsome young lover and doting parents. That all changed when her Peter, her boyfriend, was reaped into the games. However, what made it worse was that her brother Brandon, seeing that it tore her heart to watch Peter ascending the platform, volunteered in his place. Sadly, her brother would not make it home. Caroline's mother sank into a deep alcohol fueled depression after that, blaming her daughters puppy love for the death of her son.

Caroline suffered a few raging beatings from her mother after tragedy struck again. Her brothers sacrifice was for naught, as Peter was reaped again the following year,this time, with no one to volunteer. She was of half a mind to take the girls place and die in the arena with her love, but she simply could not bring herself to do it. Peter perished as well, and she began to become more withdrawn and introverted, telling herself she did not deserve the love of others as she was a magnet for death.

This feeling was only reinforced when her mother, struggling with several addictions, overdosed on pain medication and left Caroline and her father alone. She prepared to end her own life, not wanting the aura of death she felt surrounded her to claim her father's life. Her attempt to drown herself in a small lake was stopped by an unfamiliar face, but one she was taken with when her weak eyelids fluttered open to see it taking the water out of her lungs. Eddard Wolfe managed to convince her that her life was worth something and within half a year, she was happily wed to him, conceiving her first child almost immediately.

When her first child reached the age of one, her husband came home with a babe. Eddard claimed the baby boy was an orphan in need of a home. Though reluctant, she relented and raised the boy, though she was pregnant with their second child at the time, this one a girl. The next two years brought two more children, and their house had never been brighter. It was around this time that Caroline started to become anxious. Though things were good, she felt they could not last as good forever. Harboring these dark thoughts was not healthy, but they only increased every year, until her eldest was twelve.

She began to fear for her children, not wanting them to become lost to her as her brother and boyfriend had been. Eddard did a good job of soothing her fears. Still, it was several years before she had another child. She began to think dark thoughts again and was mortified when her third eldest suffered an accident. To this day, she's not entirely what happened for to her eternal regret, she was not present when it took place. Suffice to say, that darling boy is now confined to a wheelchair.

When her youngest son was two years old, her morbid thoughts caught up with her. Her husbands workplace (The Little King Joffery Children's Clothing factory) had called her in to identify a body. Earlier that day, a catastrophic machinery failure had collapsed a portion of the building, pinning her Eddard, among other workers to the ground, while a broken window rained down Ser Illyn Paynsome ill-timed panes of glass, one of which had nearly separated his head from his body. From that day forward, Caroline promised herself she would not let emotions, negative or otherwise reduce her to the wreck that she had once seen her mother become. She would be strong for her children. She would not grieve.

But she would be in control.