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Raven Covella -- District 10 Aug 12, 2012 22:55:47 GMT -5

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Name: ~~Carolina~~ Raven Covella
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 10
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Raven Covella -- District 10 Aug 13, 2012 12:42:11 GMT -5

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Female.Sixteen.District Ten

Ask her about her sandy blonde hair, and she will unveil the truth behind the arts of witchcraft. It is not a spell designed for a novice, but I mastered it quite early. Within minutes I had underwent a physical metamorphosis. What she claimed were black hairs cropped short had flourished into blonde, wavy strands that glided past her shoulders. Her eyes - apparently green when she was born - faded to aqua, a color she preferred because it reminded her of her favorite flower: the light blue delphinium. Amongst all aspects of her appearance, though, it was her facial structure that was affected the most drastically. She was once lovely, she will say, with a visage worthy of surpassing the beauty of a fairytale princess. High cheek bones, rosy lips, a shining smile, a soft contour, and perfect symmetry were just a few components of fairness she favored most. There was not a single flaw upon that ancient face of the past, she will say. And that’s exactly why she had decided to change it.

But why would you want to make yourself uglier, Raven? It was a typical question that forced a smile upon her lips. She never considered herself below the standards of average. Sure, her facial features were rather masculine for a girl, what with the wide nose and skin that was perhaps too dry for someone who claimed to perform witchcraft, but Raven was not the type to dwell upon the surface. She would rather delve into the inner rings of the human mind and soul instead of examining the shell, where beauty possessed limits. Did it matter that her skin was too pasty for a girl residing in district ten - an area where most people were kissed by the sun? Was her lack of power in the upper and lower portions of the body too significant to mentally bear? Did she truly care whether or not her curves were not as defined as the typical female’s? The answer to all would forever be a gentle shake of the head. Of course not. It is the soul that matters most. That is where beauty lies.

While appearance wasn't such a major concern to her, she enjoyed fawning over lovely, frivolous garments that were costly but suitable to her nature. She preferred to wear colorful robes when she told fortunes and practiced her “magic”, claiming that it is what adorned true magicians when they were engrossed in their work. She even owned a few robes her mother used to wear, but chose to lock them away and cherish them rather than wear them, especially considering how lengthy the cloth was. Raven had never quite caught up with her mother’s height, she standing at an average height whilst her mother was a towering woman of about six foot - an intimidating advantage Raven secretly wished she had inherited. She didn't mind her body size too much, though. Most of the excessively vibrant clothes she purchased were sold specifically for girls her size; district ten residents were rarely too large or too small. Instead, the majority shared her frame and stature, thus allowing her to find her brightly colored outfits with ease. People often stared peculiarly at her when she presented herself to the public eye, seeing as how most of the garments she selected did not match and appeared too bright for sensitive eyes. Some claim it was like watching a human firecracker stroll across the district. She hardly noticed.

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Who am I?

You're conflicted. The difference between truth and lies, honesty and deception, reality and fantasy are blurs against the horizon dividing the darkness (her past) from the portrait of light (her present and future). Was she the sorceress she claimed to be, able to fabricate miracles from within the mystic blood that coursed through her veins, or was she just another false prophet destined for failure, rejection, and loneliness - the aspects of life worth fearing more than fear itself? You're a liar, Carolina. A liar No, she was confused. Hopelessly lost without her power. There was nothing to live for without it. No hope, no happiness. Nothing. Her only savior was herself, her own selfish desires to be superior to those unable to perform "magic" and separate herself from the drawling crowds brainwashed by Panem's constricting laws and demand for absolute conformity. I'm not like them. I can't be. I'm different, I'm special. Is that why she lied? Is that why she assumed the identity of a magical being rather than an average working citizen? I'm not lying, I'm not lying!

[/i] But she was.

~~Carolina~~ Raven was misunderstood. Like the bird itself, she was seen as a bad omen. "Stay away from her, she is not like one of us" But while she chose the name to symbolize her own eerie and mysterious aura she did not carry the burden of bringing death upon her shoulders. Rather, she merely possessed the bad reputation of the dreaded bird, but does not consider herself a bad seed of the bunch. Indeed she is a spiritual creature; meditating, fortune-telling, and star-gazing within the depths of the treacherous forests whenever she wasn't wandering by herself to find magical herbs and flowers to decorate her room. She was odd, unique, abnormal, and the list continues. Call her what you wish, but beneath the ~~lies~~ quirks and oddities she was a teenage girl craving the average psychological needs; safety, security, attention, belonging. She wanted to belong - to befriend. But not as the average teenager. She wanted to be different, to stand out and show everyone that she was worth more than the typical field-worker. She was a witch. In the good sense, she was magical. It was her passion, her life, her everything. It was what kept her sane.

And it was all one, big lie.

Or was it? While the girl was friendly, willing to listen, willing to offer advice and insight into those she deemed admirable, and most of all a radiant star in the night sky glowing with pride and passion, she was deceptive. Lies were the demons lurking in her veins, clashing with her conscience and fogging her mind with black mist. Who was she? Was she a witch, or was merely a human playing pretend? A child living through her fantasies? That was where the dilemma stepped in; she was both. In the past, she knew it was all a lie. With mother gone - the most powerful witch she knew, and the most beautiful - how could she believe in such fairy tales? How could a witch allow herself to be killed by such dull creatures? Her answer: lies, lies, lies. But as much as she wanted to discard her beliefs, she had an identity to protect. She assumed her own role as the false witch to make friends and make an impact. She wanted the spotlight. And that's when she began to believe again. She tricked herself into thinking she was a true witch, and a talented one at that. Still novice, but inheriting her mother's craft and creativity. Part of her knew - an insignificant portion of her knew the lies were lies. But the rest of her? Deceived. Disillusioned. Fooled. They're all just illusions, Raven.If only she would open her eyes and cope with the inner traumas.

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Never ask about a witch's past. We have far too much to hide. Forgetting the past was one of Raven's weaknesses - a flaw and a truth that she repressed. Never dwell upon the past, she would always say. Never. Not when there was so much to look forward to. Ask her about her previous life, and one will find her lips painted with a sad smile. There was too much she had lost, too much she had missed, and too much pain to remember. Where was she born? I wish I knew. The forests were her sanctuary, outside the fence of the districts and their cages. "Never stray too far, girls." Their mother would say. ~~Their?~~ "They are animals in there, and they will kill you if they see the chance." And so they had stared past the barbed wire fences into the zoos of creatures they called humans. Such savages, such unfortunate beings trapped for eternity under the rule of tyranny. And what exactly were the Covellas? Well, they were witches. But more so than that, they were wanderers.

Carolina Covella. This was her identity - her cursed name. And who was "they"? Who was the missing piece, the mysterious pair of eyes that followed her every step of the way and was always there by her side to mourn and fear for the strangers in the cages? It was her biggest secret of all: Minerva Covella. Her twin sister - the one person she missed most of all. A piece of my soul lies with her. Together, they were a troublesome pair, and the two people their mother loved most of all. But what about their father? No, there was no father. There never was. His identity was a mystery, his presence unknown. And did Carolina ever care? No. Father was mortal. Father was one of them. A human. A dangerous, ruthless killer, ~~but not all humans are killers, Raven!~~ He did not belong with them; he never would. They remained a trio - mother and children wandering the forests and practicing their magic. Her mother could always cure their illnesses - she could always coax their bodies to sleep when the paranoia struck. Everything she did was marvelous. A miracle! And she would always pass down her knowledge. She taught them the plants and herbs of the forests - which were poisonous, which would form the purest potions, and which ones would cure their ailments. She taught them the language of spells, the focus required for meditation to conserve power. This was how Carolina learned, and this was how Raven grew.

But as always, a good thing had to reach its endpoint.

"Peacekeepers" they were called. The authority figures that rattled the animal's cages and punished them when they misbehaved. Carolina was both terrified of and fascinated by them, eager to study their habits yet too cautious to approach the electric fences. She followed every command given by her mother, took every precaution to make sure each of them could remain safe from the tyrants and beasts living within those mapped boundaries. However, nothing prepared her for the fateful day that twisted their lives backwards until one of them snapped completely. "Fake," they called her. "Insane, delusional, a liar." They seemed to chant with glee as they dragged her flailing body away into one of the treacherous "districts" she warned them so much about. Minerva and Carolina were forced to crawl beneath the fences to rescue their mother from the clutches of the Peacekeepers, but by the time they had finally located her, they were all out of time. The Peacekeepers (their name is a lie within itself!) thought it would be amusing, bounding her by tight ropes to a wooden post in the center of the district square for all eyes to see. They thought it would be "ironic" to see a witch burn like in the ancient stories. So what did the merciless peacekeepers decide to do?

They decided to burn their mother alive, and force every child in the district to watch.

The sight was too much to bear. They ran far far away. Carolina did not just run, however; she betrayed them. Like the coward she wished would never become, she screamed at her sister through the tears and torment ("It's not real, Minnie! It's all a lie!") and abandoned her in the middle of the forest, fleeing for the nearest sanctuary in hopes of forgetting everything. The woodlands were no place for a human - those were for witches, and witches weren't real - so she found herself stranded alone within the boundaries of district ten, and with no food or water to survive. Not until she found the house of Julia Orchards. The people of Orchards farm saved her; with just a meager amount of labor input, she was allowed food and shelter for as long as she wished, and with access to new people and new friendships that did not threaten the life of a normal, district ten girl. Nor did they threaten the life of a witch with new found power - a witch who thought herself superior, who found a new purpose to her magic and a new reason to thrive. A witch who craved a new lifestyle, and a new future - and a witch who addressed herself by the name of Raven Covella.
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