candace lepidoptera } { capitol | fin

lepidoptera

/lep-i-dop-ter-uh/

noun

an order of insects that includes moths and butterflies

P A R T  I
the prima donna

pri·ma don·na
/ˌprēmə ˈdänə/
noun
"a very temperamental person with an inflated view of their own talent or importance."

Elegance, Excellence, Luxury & Wealth.

A truly despicable woman, held in the power of which others believe she does not deserve. All the characteristics of a wealthy, shallow, egocentric socialite held deep beneath the tight bonds and restraints. Those that wrapped ever so generously, hued with white to represent a false purity, that guard a woman who'd earned her lovely place at the top of the loathed.

"White symbolizes elegance, purity, innocence-"

"Gold symbolizes wisdom, knowledge, wealth-"

"Black symbolizes mystery, protection-"

The simplistic triad is a shroud of deceit.


Elegance and class flow through the blood of a woman with a strong façade to bury the truth beneath the sand. Precious white lies form from the pursed, plush lips with a shimmering scent of Grand Cru Champagne. Lies spoken not for the purpose of ears that are meant to care, only to make her ahead of everyone else. For the truth is a price to pay towards the benefit of those who are undeserving. Keeping these precious luxuries under lock and key, she feeds off the ignorance and unknown of others, for it is her bliss.

"A lie will raise me up-"

A true serpent that hisses hymns of the unholy, seeping lethal toxins into the minds of the innocent, and in exchange receives nothing but gratification.

"And one day another will bring me down."

A smirk slithers across her pristine, porcelain skin, unflawed to the very tender touch. With grace to come with years and years of manipulation, she raises her glass. The clinking sound taps along with her associate, before the red stained wine slips passed her lips. Dyed in a blood red, she circles the glass and watched as the legs of the alcohol slowly travel from where the tides have gently churned within.


A shrewd pessimistic glare in her glossy, brown eyes, the smirk finds its way into oblivion, lost.  

"Fortitude is the guard and support of all the other virtues-"

Lies spurred from lips that never set mark on the truth in what she believes, only what earns her a pretty penny in her favor.


["A sweet sociopath."]
Empathy, sympathy and remorse is lost in the mind of her own. Lacked from any true feelings, even remotely. Brushing off problems of others that are to no concern or interest with nothing more than a simple-

"That's not my problem."

The words ease out and not another one is spoken afterwards, showing any genuine pity nor condolence.

P A R T  II

the aristocrat

aristocrat

/ăr′ĭs′tə-krăt′/

noun

"anything regarded as the best, most elegant, or most stylish of its kind"

[With a one- two- three-
A three mark count and the chaser is following the shooter. Gulped down her throat the hard alcohol gives off a burning sensation. The chaser, being a mix of a bubbling clear soda, and a juice follow shortly behind. Stirring the remaining drops of content that rest in the shot glass, she leans over her breakfast bar. Words aren't found within the woman who has plenty to say regarding white lies. Resulting in a gentle sigh, she looks over to the avox, pursing her lips.

"Xova, make of use and fetch me another."

Shifting her hand, with the flick of her wrist, she waves off the avox and in return receives another shot to down. The burning sensation is her heaven and relief.]


An aspiring Game Maker made into a wealthy socialite. Known highly at events and activities regarding the fashionable society. Candace is known mostly for her blossoming career, working as head of events as well as her engineering and technical pursuits. Learned solely from select training for new Game Making recruits.


Simply known as "the best" in her field, feeding her already sorely full ego. Determined to achieve her greater goals, to become Game Maker for the Games, Candace will not stop by any means to better herself above the others. She holds a strong sense of dislike in Charlie Garnet, the 70th Hunger Games Game Maker. Setting her at a rivalry-competition bar, she is envious and subtly jealous of Charlie receiving the position instead of her. Like a predator to prey, the base of nature, she will stop at nothing to get what she desires over anything.

"Manipulation is an art. Lying is a hobby-"

P A R T III

the social butterfly

social butterfly
/ˈsōSHəl ˈbədərˌflī/
noun
"Someone who is social with everyone, flitting from person to person, the way a butterfly might."

[The butterfly floated upon the girls finger. A genuine smile curled upon her delicate porcelain face. It was as though she was as stiff as glass, unable to move just at the thought of the beautiful creature flying out of reach. Her father always told them, while she was a little girl-

"Butterflies only land on those who have the kindest of hearts."

And there it was.
The precious wings waved back and forth gently. Years and years of owning a butterfly emporium, named after their last "Lepidoptera". Her obsession with butterflies grew greater and greater, thriving on until this very day-]


Annoyed to be the middle child, Candace grew up in a family of three children. Sent right into the center, it is a known trait about the middle child. She was always annoyed by favoritism, parents expressing more love towards the first and second born, leaving her in the dust. Some in her family now assume this is the reason she turned out how she is as an adult.

Chiseled features run prominently throughout the family.
Taking traits of her mothers hair, to her eyes and chiseled features. And receiving her father taller height, as well as eye color and hair color. Her nose is presumably the most well talked about feature that resides on her face, for she doesn't like it.


The Lepidoptera family lives as one of the somewhat above average wealthy side of the Capitol. Known mainly for their butterfly emporium, earning them more money from all the visitors. It was once a popular business back in her childhood, but as the years went on, and Candace left for training, the business died down. Forced to release the butterflies into the wild. But the biggest one of all still remains, by the name of "Candace".

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Just mentioning here that all permission regarding Game Making training and what not were given by Aya to make this character.