Rhiannon Reign | District Two {FIN}

Reign. Rhiannon Reign.
Age— seventeen.
District— Two.
—odair.
fc: scarlett leithold
it's time for reign and sprinkle.

♕

Left placed on an empty shelf;
Set to discipline myself.
I was to let the flares die down.
Devout to shattering anything
That gave me the idea of you.

"What do you aspire to be?"

"What do I—
I aspire to be; brave, loyal, brutal.
I will bring honor and courage.
I promise to keep my embrace open,
and arms wide for sacrifice.
Peace, pride & prosperity."

"Very well then.
Reign, may I ask—"

"Go ahead, sir.
Ask away."

.:Personality:.

"You're too sensitive.
Too emotional. Too compassionate.
Too sympathetic—
You're a dreamer,
an escapist, an idealist.
You must have the mindset of a career!"

"But sir, I—"

"No buts!
Just fix it."

Sensitivity, creativeness, and compassion traits are typically frowned upon for careers. Everyone who isn't a career would say that we're all arrogant, blood thirsty, sadistic and selfish. We are to show no emotions, because having too many of them will lead to your downfall. Personally, I see it in the sense that the lack of emotion will ultimately lead to your impending death. My disposition was something that I couldn't let showcase while training, so I had to hide it the best that I could, only letting my feisty demeanor rise to the surface. My strongest weapon was truly myself, every aspect of me was full of lethal poison, only releasing itself when times were necessary.

Some would say I'm more of an introvert than anything, but those are only mere opinions from people who never took the chance to get to know me. I don't necessarily find the point in meaningless conversation starters and fillers, they are of no interest to me whatsoever. While a handful would agree on saying I'm shy and tend to keep to myself another handful would agree that I am a social butterfly and outspoken, but only when spoken directly to. I usually found it easy to get along with others well, perhaps it was my naturally sweet disposition, however it was only towards those who wanted to peel down my layers one-by-one.

Brutal, confident, immoral, intrepid, loyal, prideful, strong-willed. These traits were the very things that molded your successful and well-to-do stereotypical career. When enrolling into the academy it is your first task to shut out emotions that could be linked to showing mercy. Once successful with the first task you're vulnerable to being spoon-fed and transformed into the "perfect" career. However things don't always go accordingly, especially for me. I was incapable of ignoring my other sentiments, which tended to aggravate the trainers whenever they managed to escape. I couldn't help the fact that I was born to be loving, caring, and genuine towards others... but I most certainly had to put up the front that I was capable of being the "perfect" career that they tried to create so vigorously.

—

"The appearance of things change
according to emotions,
and thus we see
magic and beauty in them,
while the real
magic and beauty
is deep within
ourselves."

.:Appearance:.

Long and mostly straight blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall down my back. Although it would be considered straight, it tends to become wavy in several random areas. The colors blonde shades had several variations within itself. Starting at the roots, the shade was as though it had been scrubbed into the sand and dust that lightly covered the surface of District Two. As it moved onward it shifted from a very gentle, light blonde-brown to a more natural champagne blonde. My hair had the annoying tendency to tangle, frizz and stick to my fair, pale flesh. Usually when training at the academy, or even just doing a simple active activity, it would stick, curl and paste itself to my body almost instantly at the drop of a sweat, especially on my face.

My head was more rounded, with a more tenderly pointed chin and defined jawline. My pink lips laid wide across, the bottom lip was more plush and full than the top. Usually I was complimented on my lips, "You have a gorgeous smile!", is what people said whenever they could make me laugh. I was never necessarily fond of my smile, mostly because when someone managed to make me I naturally showed too much gum for my liking. My eyes are small in comparison to other features on my face, however they are spread evenly apart, they sit just below the trim of my eyebrows. My eyes were prominent and most definitely one of my more preferable features, the color shifted from a light beige to a lighter blue as they expanded outwards. My eyebrows are shaped to the almost perfect arch, bound to follow the slight curve of my eyes and the bone beneath. One of the things that I try my best to hide upon my face is the scar of stitches that sit on the tip of my chin, as well as the bottom of my lip. Although they aren't very noticeable to those who I've never told that they are there the scars still bother me deeply, but no one can be perfect. My build is about the average size for a female, standing five feet, five inches tall. I only weighed in at about a hundred and thirty-six pounds, it was less than expected of a typical career, but I'm not as muscular or built as the other average females and it fit all proportionally. Although I lacked in physical appearance of the average career this didn't mean I was less capable of handling myself.

—

"Did you even try, Reign?",
The trainers voice was stern,
yet it was so full
of blatant disappointment.

"Yes, sir.",
My voice becomes tense,
I was only capable of holding
the tears back for so long.

He shifted his body weight
onto his dominant leg.
Taking a long, chest-full inhale
he parts his cracked, pale lips.
"Well, Reign, I cannot seem to fathom
my thoughts into words.
You've disappointed."

This very feeling was almost indescribable.
His words pierced through layers,
it was as though I'd been shot twice.
My petite hands began to tremble as I
brought the back up to my eyes.
Sniffling involuntarily while
I wiped the fresh streams of tears
that managed to escape.
"Sir... I—I'm sorry, I've failed you."

.:History:.

Life.
Everyone only has one, not everyone may be fortunate enough to fulfill it, but everyone is capable of keeping their balance and moving onward. Life is like a match, defeat is not declared when you fall, nor is it when you feel as though you've hit your breaking point, but it's when you refuse to get up. Life has many ways to testing someone's will, having no mercy on the weak, and showing no favoritism towards the strong. One of it's many ways was to give nothing at all, or to give everything all at once. Unfortunately for me, the latter was the deck that life dealt me with.

Even from such a gentle age of seven, I had been through few community homes. Me and my older brother, Rhys, were forced to jump from house to house. Why were we even here in the first place? The answer is simple, yet so complex all within itself. To be straightforward, we weren't wanted. Usually children are brought into community homes here, because a tragedy happened with their guardians. While our situation was most definitely no less of a tragedy, it wasn't as horrific as the stories shared from the other orphans. Even 'til this day, to both me and Rhys, it is unknown what has ever happened to the ones we hoped to call 'mom' and 'dad'. We are simply vagabonds, having no permanent place to call home, but to be completely honest I always felt at home with Rhys. To me, Rhys, was more of a parental figure that I looked up to. Instead of being the usual sibling, Rhys was my everything, it wasn't his job to take care of me, but he surely acted as though he was destined to.

As time moved forward, and years passed on by, I was finally enrolled into the training academy. Since Rhys was several years older than me, he had already been sent out sometime before me. The goal for attending the academy was to not only become more disciplined, but it was to train for peacekeeping, as well as the games. If one were to happen to be reaped or volunteer, then they'd be fully prepared to bring honor to the district. Training for the games was seen as illegal and discouraged upon by the Capitol, but seeing as it could easily be covered up as peacekeeper training it was easy to mislead the ignorant superiors. Once I was entered into the academy it didn't necessarily take long to come to the conclusion that I wouldn't, not even remotely, fit in with the rest of my peers. Everyday I came to find myself slipping through the cracks to the more potential students. While everyone excelled more at hand-to-hand combat and weaponry, I took a knack for survival skills. Over the coarse of the years I gradually grew accustomed to combat skills, as well as picked up a few techniques with throwing and pole weapons. While I was the furthest from perfection I was still capable of saying that by the time I hit sixteen I was able to handle myself pretty well. It was at this time that I had assumed I hit my high, with Rhys being out of the picture, due to aging out of the games, I was the only Reign left to bring glory, pride and prosperity to our little family.

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trainer— #c49c93
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does— #c695d7