Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne | District 4 | FIN

gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch Moderator 4,179 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 23, 2024 3:08:57 GMT -5 call me jaded	Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne \| District 4 \| FIN Nov 3, 2015 15:45:11 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Nov 3, 2015 15:45:11 GMT -5 H E T T I E \| C H E Y N E E I G H T E E N F E M A L E Crazy assed bitch Call her Henrietta and you'll be eating your own fingers for dinner
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gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch Moderator 4,179 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 23, 2024 3:08:57 GMT -5 call me jaded	Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne \| District 4 \| FIN Nov 3, 2015 15:47:33 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Nov 3, 2015 15:47:33 GMT -5
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Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne | District 4 | FIN Nov 4, 2015 15:38:06 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Nov 4, 2015 15:38:06 GMT -5

H E T T I E

Fiery heart, fiery head and it all reflects her hair colour. Born with pure locks of ginger, just like her twin sister and her mother before her, it is easy to tell that she is her mother’s child at the first look. Having been born a mirror image to her sister, Hettie quickly tried to change her appearance so that she looked completely different to her. Cutting her hair so that it just fell to her shoulders and forever coating herself in makeup. Despite being plastered by the sun every day, Hettie likes to hide the summer tint to her skin always coating herself in white makeup. The only sign of colour on her body is usually the red lipstick that has become her signature colour as well as her hair. Even her clothes most of the time are a darker colour but when she is in the mood, Hettie likes to drape herself in the wackiest most bizarre bright clothing; usually those of a red or a blue colour.

Rising to just above 5ft and 4 inches, it seems a lack of growing has caused Hettie to become the “short arse”, even her twin sister is at least two inches taller than her. Having quite a thin figure despite her career training, Hettie isn’t really self-conscious about her body; she is just happy that she looks nothing like the demon she calls a sister. Always trying to experiment new styles with her body, despite the ever so familiar make up, there is never a day where everything is the same. Even the slightest difference changes her whole style. She just wants to stand out from the rest of her damned family and everyone else in the District.

Painted the colour of green, Hettie is trying to find a way of changing her eye colour; contacts being out of the question. Having tried them before, they irritated her eyes and she gave up on them; tearing them from her eye balls. Hettie dreams of them being the colour of fire, the colour of the sun, the colour of her soul. A simple colour like red has become a great influence on her life and she wants to relish and present it on herself in so many ways.

Residing on her elbows and knees are old war wounds from her childhood. Various scars and bruises coat her body and she regularly patches them up with the famous ivory makeup that swims on her skin. Despite being told that the scars represent her strength and experience being face to face with danger, she thinks the opposite. She believes they make her weak, if somebody was so strong…then why would they allow someone to paint scars on their body?

Having held a grudge towards her twin sister since infancy, her bond with her sister was quite an anomaly. Usually twins, especially sisters are always playing and loving each other but it was different for the Cheyne twins. Hettie absolutely hates her sister as she seems to always get her own way. Whenever Hettie did something wrong, she was always the one to be given the punishment and not her sister Odette. So over the years, a spiteful hatred towards her parents and sister began to grow and the only person she grew to care about was herself.

Being self-centred all the time, Hettie does not trouble herself with other people,if they have problems; she doesn’t give a damn. Focusing mainly on herself many have flagged her to be selfish but she doesn’t care about any of these words thrown at her. Everyone besides herself is just blank to her. If she has to work with people, she has to be the leader no matter what. If others fail in this work she doesn’t care and continues it by herself. If Hettie could live in a world by herself, she most certainly would.

Despite hating other people she does like to attach strings to them. On the rare occasion that she needs another pair of hands, she will easily obtain them. Having manipulative tricks up her sleeve, Hettie will stop at nothing at getting people to do her dirty business. Hating doing anything that may “break her own back” she just finds her own little slaves to do the hard labour. Having been flooded by chores as a child, she used to blackmail her sister into doing them, even though her sister was a tatter tale; she never used to give a damn.

Growing to become immune to being punished, Hettie has created thin glass between herself and the law. Hating living in the world of rules, she goes by the ever so familiar phrase of “rules are meant to be broken.” After all, how is she meant to have fun when she has to stick to rules everyday of her life? Her mother doesn’t scare her, the Capitol doesn’t scare her and neither do the “ridiculous pansies that prance around in white armour.”

Although lingering inside of her is quite an anomaly of protectiveness…towards her younger brother. Despite all the selfishness and recklessness that swarms her, she is very protective over her brother Jamie. Being only twelve, Hettie doesn’t want him to be picked up by the garbage of a life that she has had to go through, due to her parents. Teaching him her own tricks of the trade, Hettie is grooming him to be a little prodigy of her own. Maybe in the future, she may just need him…to do her own dirty work.

Being brought up in a family of tradition, Hettie had two choices for her future job. Either step into the career centre or join her captain father on his trawler ship, she obviously chose the training centre. Despite his best efforts to get his kids to join him on his boat, none of his three children wished to step onto the deck of the ship. Hettie did a good job of persuading her brother to not take on the offer although she wishes her sister Odette had gone off as she cannot stand seeing her face. Hettie is quite brilliant in the centre, being skilled with a throwing knife; it seems to be her signature weapon. While her sister is skilled with first aid and her brother is yet to find his gift.

Hating her real name “Henrietta” she quickly shortened it down to Hettie. Against her mother's will, she despises anyone that calls her by her birth name, only her mother goes against this rule. When her brother was born, just six years after herself she was disgusted by the name that they chose for him; Bartholomew after her father’s father. Hettie nicknamed him Jamie, it was just a name she picked from out of the blue. Her grandfather was known as Barty so she wanted to deter from anything close to it. Most people have picked up on this name and Jamie very much prefers it. If Hettie can change the name of her brother, she sure can control the rest of him.

Her fondness of the colour red dates back to her childhood. As a young child she was yet to grow her strong manipulative mask and was usually the victim to bullies in the area to where she lived. On one occasion a group of boys teased her due to her hair colour. Three of them to be précised. Forever they used to drop words in and it became very frequent during her schooling. One time they attacked her, leaving scratches and shallow cuts across her body. Being painted in her own blood, she sat defeated on the streets for a time, inspecting the red liquid that poured from her wounds. This stirred up her sudden revenge, quickly snapping the softness out of her. The red reminds her of the time she changed for the better, the colour guided her to her real personality and she thanks the colour for doing it. In its honour, she represents it well with her clothing and lipstick as well as her natural hair. In no time will she be able to paint her eyes the same colour.

As she reached teenagerhood, the three boys that regularly picked on her still continued but she plotted revenged on them. The first boy “Harper Corello,” was the easy one. Pulling his trousers down in class, showing off his little manhood. It painted his face red and she was happy that the colour was helping her.

”Jude Downey” wasn’t as easy as Harper and it took a lot of planning to break him. At the time he was in love with another girl, trying hard to get her to share the same feelings as him. Sharing her own affections towards the girl for a laugh, Hettie was quickly able to swoon the girl. One day, Jude caught Hettie and the girl making out in the school hallway. Hettie knew too well that his heart was broken. Painted all over the girl's face was Hettie’s red lipstick, the best evidence that her feelings were elsewhere. Hettie was soon quick on dumping the girl, she couldn’t be tied down on things like that.

The last boy was the hardest, like herself he was a very strong boy.” Ewan Block.” The boy who claimed he would never fall in love with a girl, so Hettie tried to force him into loving her too. It took six months for her to drag him to her bed. Just before they shed their clothing, was when everything went downhill. He refused and Hettie was furious. Hitting him, smacking him, grabbing him hard by the neck; she tried hard to win her goal. Pushing down on his neck, as she sat on his chest, she was frustrated. Too frustrated to know that she was killing him. As the last gasp of oxygen entered his lunges, his heart slowed to a hault. It was all too surreal for Hettie, he wasn’t even fighting back. Was she that strong? Watching his body for hours, the blood pouring from his mouth, his red blood shot eyes. It was those dead eyes that Hettie saw beauty. Red dead eyes, those eyes she wished to see time and time again

Eventually, with the help of a friend she tossed the body into ocean. It was found but everyone believed he fell from the cliffs.

It didn’t make her sad, it didn’t make her worried, it just inspired her. Whenever a boy wrongs her, she invites them to her bed and fights hard to see those red blood shot eyes again. None have sufficed as much as Ewan Block’s but nothing will stop her.

Eleven boys and counting…"all fell to their death from the cliffs"

Last Edit: Nov 7, 2015 16:07:27 GMT -5 by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch

gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch Moderator 4,179 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 23, 2024 3:08:57 GMT -5 call me jaded	Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne \| District 4 \| FIN Nov 7, 2015 16:08:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Nov 7, 2015 16:08:24 GMT -5 Done ^^

Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Henrietta "Hettie" Cheyne \| District 4 \| FIN Nov 7, 2015 23:01:02 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Nov 7, 2015 23:01:02 GMT -5
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