Cobalt Chrysolite || Peacekeeper || FIN

lance Librarian 3,638 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him/His last seen Apr 19, 2024 1:25:51 GMT -5 gay and chaotic? call it gayos	Cobalt Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Mar 14, 2016 20:33:01 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by lance on Mar 14, 2016 20:33:01 GMT -5 Cobalt Chrysolite Thirty Four Female Peacekeeper (stationed in Twelve) Olivia Munn A cold, serious, down-on-her-luck Peacekeeper
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Cobalt Chrysolite || Peacekeeper || FIN Mar 14, 2016 20:34:16 GMT -5

Post by lance on Mar 14, 2016 20:34:16 GMT -5

He was the red to your blue,

The fire to your ice,

The light to your dark.

You were found together as children, mysteriously appearing on a park bench near the central square of the Capitol. Barely old enough to piece together a coherent thought, you were hardly self-sufficient. Yet somehow, as you were later told, the two of you were found on that park bench, cold, shivering, and clearly inadequately dressed for the crisp autumn weather. For the better part of an entire day you sat, hand in hand with him, clinging onto that hand as if your life depended on it.

Finally, around dusk, a good Samaritan finally noticed your unfortunate plight, and sought help for you two. Between a pair of Peacekeepers, a curious news reporter, and the concerned woman who initially sounded the alarm, you were relocated to a nearby orphanage. Throughout the chaos, you never relinquished your grip on him, clinging to him as if your very life depended on it.

And who knows? Maybe it had.

The theory of you two being siblings was quickly thrown out the window, as despite your rather unusual commitment to one another, you looked absolutely nothing alike. Your tanned skin and black mane was a stark contrast to his pale complexion and dirt-brown hair, and you shared none of the genetic similarities that siblings usually had. A genetic test later confirmed it; You and the mysterious boy were not related whatsoever.

That apparently made a hill of beans' difference to your young mind, however, as you were never found more than ten feet away from him over the next month as authorities searched in vain to find your parents. What happened to them remains a mystery to this day, though you have heard your fair amount of theories. From the story that your parents and his were friends caught in a tragic accident to the story that you were jointly abandoned by parents too poor to care for you to that you were the children of rival gang leaders that were jointly given up as a sign of trust. Whatever the case, your parents never did reveal themselves. After a month of searching, you were finally placed up for adoption, and were promptly adopted by the publicity-seeking Chrysolite family.

They named you Cobalt, after the cool blue element that matched your cold, calculating personality. In contrast to him, you never got pissed off or heated once, even as a child. Instead, you stared down any who would oppose you, even your own adoptive parents, with a withering stare that only the strongest-willed could match. As you matured, the stare only sharpened, until it even received its own nickname: The ice-cold Cobalt glare.

It was said that everyone had been on the receiving end of that glare more than once.

Except for him.

From the very beginning, you had displayed a connection that was often compared to that of twins as opposed to seemingly strangers. It was a bond that, while purely platonic, was stronger than many formed of love. Though you were not without your disagreements and fights, there was no one in the entire Capitol, inside the house or out, that you were so quick to defend, so protective of, than him. To this day, no one, not even yourself, has been able to figure out just why such a bond exists.

It simply does.

Which is strange, really, as you look back on it, for you were a largely antisocial girl growing up. You had few acquaintances and even fewer friends, even among your adopted siblings. You never really found a reason to be social with anyone aside from him, preferring to mainly keep to yourself and perform solitary activities. Though he often dragged you to social gatherings ever since your teens, you found such situations awkward and uninteresting. Conversation and social interactions were not the strong suit of a girl of ice.

As you grew older, you matured into a rather beautiful young woman. Genetics blessed you with a naturally strong, fit physique, perfect for your active lifestyle. You were perhaps a bit taller than average (taller than him, actually, a fact you tease him over but secretly dislike), standing at five feet eleven inches tall. Your facial features softened, making you appear both younger and less threatening than you actually were, and you grew out your hair until it reached the small of your back when undone.

At the age of eighteen, with no other career path in mind, you and him decided to join the ranks of the few Capitol citizens that engaged in Peacekeeper training. You had always had a bit of respect for the powerful, silent warriors clad in white, and it was a lifelong goal to one day be able to wield that power for yourself. Though others might have more malicious purposes for said power, you, like him, wished to use it benevolently. After all, it had been a pair of peacekeepers that had saved the two of you all that time ago.

Though it was difficult moving from a life of privilege under the Chrysolites to the brutal training regimes of the Peacekeeping force, never once did you waver. It was your lifelong goal, after all, and Ripred be damned if you were going to let a little hard work stand in your way. The training unleashed a determined mindset you never knew you had, and combined with your optimism and rigor you graduated from the academy with flying colors.

Today, you are filling a station that few wish to undertake and fewer do properly: keeping order in the poor, desolate District Twelve. Though you see it as a blessing in disguise to be able to keep order to a far-flung district (and even keep an eye on former victors in the process), it is also your first job away from him, and your first serious job outside of the Capitol or District Two.

Life might be difficult, but in struggle, there is purpose. You may be ice, but there are times where even the coldest glacier can show signs of warmth.

Last Edit: Mar 25, 2016 18:25:53 GMT -5 by lance

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lance Librarian 3,638 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him/His last seen Apr 19, 2024 1:25:51 GMT -5 gay and chaotic? call it gayos	Cobalt Chrysolite \|\| Peacekeeper \|\| FIN Mar 25, 2016 18:26:10 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by lance on Mar 25, 2016 18:26:10 GMT -5 Eyyy, finished yo
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