Brooklyn Pryce {D2 ~ CB#2}

Name: Brooklyn Pryce
Age: 2 3 4 5 18 - Update bellow
Gender: Female
District: Two
Daughter of: Vanity Pryce (18) & Kyanite Ruze
Granddaughter of: Brittany Pryce (34)

Appearance:
~Tiny (Obviously)
~Extremely light curly blonde hair
~Chubby cheeks & blue eyes

Personality:
~Daring & Adventures
~Lovable & Caring
~Constant tantrums

History:
Sugar & spice, and most certainly not always nice, this little one has been through a lot despite only being two. From a small quant career town, to the hustle and bustle of the inner district two, she’s already had her share of experiences. Everyone she meets is usually greeted with a smile and bright blue eyes, or a furious slap on her bad days. With a tough-as-nails, yet very gentle and nurturing mother, no one can ever predict Brooklyn’s personality for that moment. She’ll laugh when someone’s pain is deserved, or drastically sob when it’s directed to one that she loves. The possibilities and attitudes are endless on this Rugrat.

More often then not, a large grin and dimples grace her round cheeks. It’s always preferred to be happy and giggly rather then miserable. Enough drama goes on as it is. Whenever she can she lightens to mood with her innocent ways. Constantly gaining friends her mother wouldn’t of made otherwise, forming incredible bonds for the two of them. It’s quite easy to get on her good side, though it’s only a handful that she truly trusts and loves. After chaotic times with her small family, it’s those very people that she now gets to live with. If one thing’s for sure, she’ll never leave her mother and the friends they’ve somehow managed.


Word Count: 247

That Thingy: O'Dair

Face claim: Evelina Voznesenskaya Alexa Bliss







The beat of her special tune ruptures through the abandoned gymnasium - though it’s all but that at this very moment. Heavy light streams against her sky-blue eyes blinding her if only momentarily, she was far from used to it after all. All five feet one of her exhilarating the already obnoxious crowd. Neon colored makeup exaggerating her features with an ensemble to match. To think she used to be a tomboy. Ultra femininity didn’t strike upon her in a single moment one day, but rather gradually over time like puberty itself. Innocence still coaxes her face however, while a stern expression holds it now with a gentle smirk.

An enemy awaits within her ring just a distance ahead, the audience rumbling like it was the hunger game itself. No death here however, only a show with some violence at hand. She’s slender, though muscles still tone her petite frame - while her opponent maintains an above average size as they often do. Lengthy blonde locks with pink tips fly behind her as she springs towards the fresh battle, just as she has numerous times before. Training had been one of her earliest memories, and her physique certainly illustrated such.

From a young age she held a certain sweet sourness about her. Even now she teases her opponent and audience alike, and it’s mainly admiration in retaliation. The onlookers have come to adore her over her years of loyalty. Her rivals in the ring however? Not so much. Bruises and scrapes permanently grace her exterior in result, easily excusable as career training accidents to her moms. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, as they always said.

To the outside of Panem she’s tough as nails, her innocent quirk just apart of her facade. Towards her family however? They still annoy her as any teenager would be, but a soft spot is still maintained for them. Three younger siblings grace her, smoldering the limelight she once held to herself alone. But she’d do anything for them, protect them at any cost, advice them to the best of her ability. Plus it was fun getting them into mischief and chaos, even if it often results in her getting into trouble for being the eldest…and responsible.

The others outside of her family however? She holds no responsibility for her actions against them - her fists piling into just another opponent, the crowd feeding her with satisfaction in return. Equal marks plant against her skin as well, with little afterthought to it. Pain has always been apart of the game since she’s known it. The pain of losing however has always been a soft spot, and one she’s faced at least half the time. But just as her mamas always said, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

One night she felt as though she was going to die though. Her Mama Vy had devised a plan to bring her to this exact abandoned gymnasium without Mommy Ky’s knowledge, all the while the younger Blonde was already a known face amongst these parts. Sure it was the older Blonde’s stomping grounds when she was a mere toddler; but that was in the grand past, and Mommy Ky would never allow her to venture back.

It was this very abandoned gym that her Mothers had met over a decade ago, participating in the underground fight show. That very next day it was two-year-old Brooklyn visiting her Mama Vy in the hospital, that her Mothers put each other into, that ignited the family they are to this day. But when curiosity brought the tiny fourteen year old Blonde to the very place her mommies met, she never thought Mama Vy would sneak her there two years later. Mommy Ky would never allow it, except that Mommy Ky didn’t know.

Just like Mama Vy didn’t know her daughter had already been frequenting the place. Simple black training gear attired the younger Blonde in their quest, a messy bun attempting to conceal her noticeable pink-tipped hair. Little makeup accompanied her in hopes of staying unrecognized. She had only been fighting in the ring for a little over a year, in the ring a mere handful of times even.

“Brookie?” A fellow classmate squealed. Apparently a handful of times is enough, “are you fighting tonight?”

Color drained from her Mama Vy’s face, while a sense of unwanted pride still glimmered in those hazel eyes. This was where she met Mommy Ky. And it was at a functional training gym, with two year old Brooklyn asleep on a bench, that she met Jeran - Ky’s brother, and Mateo’s Father, long story. Of course it should be expected that very Spawn grew to be more then just a career, but a genuine show fighter like her as well. But what would Mommy Ky think of them being here, putting their very beings at risk? Two years have passed since, and perhaps they’ll never know.