Daniela Rasoio | District 8 | FIN

It is strange, living in a world entirely crafted around her, yet in reality, the untouched world outside completely contrasts the one she lives in. There is something more inviting about the outside world. But there is a far greater compelling energy that keeps her in the home made world that her father and his father before him created. A lust for chaos, It would be too hard for Daniela to ever abandon her family, even if their values are out of place from her own. However, a great divide is tearing her family apart and she could just easily fall straight through the middle of it.

The great Rasoio family, one of the many hidden gangs in District Eight, citizens know about them yet the Capitol and peacekeepers are too blind to notice anything. Every day, masked by the perfectly normal textiles factory, illegal operations are committed within the family, from drug trade to loan sharking. In the past, the Rasoios have done just about every criminal gang act in the book, even illegal betting of the games and smuggling items in unforeseen places of the human body; they are certainly experienced in the field of work. Over the years, they have adapted their techniques and that is how the ‘peaky hats’ came about. Razor blades sewn into flat caps produced in the factory? Daniela just didn’t follow the trend, along with every other tradition in the family…

Probably the only thing she has in common with her family is her looks, of course that’s because they were all bred like livestock, picking out the perfect sires and mothers to produce perfect specimens. Unfortunately for Daniela, she was born into the finest bloodline of the family, a daughter of Giovanni, the son of the old Vino. Of course, Daniela’s older brother was named after Vino, which is another tradition…

Every single one of them has brown eyes; there are literally no anomalies, except her father’s bastards. They are anomalies in their own right, not produced from the finest stock, that’s why. Daniela tries her best not to look like any of the males in the family but her hair does not commit to growing much further. Instead it sits on top of her temple, with a cotton wool type texture, one of the many banes of her existence. Just like every girl in the family, Daniela is short, especially in comparison to the boys. Five foot and three inches tall, she wonders why she is never able to hide herself from prying eye of her father, but of course the eagle can spot even a mouse burrowed in tall strands of grass. Unlike those that live in the outside world, Daniela is able to find food on her plate, so is able to hide her bony structure with some body fat obtained from the foods.

Fighting tradition, as stated, Daniela does not wear the hat. As well as every other uniform that the family is forced to wear. She lives in District Eight, it’s easy to create one’s own style. Striped clothes and floral clothes and even striped and floral combined clothes, which is her own signature style. Oversized woolen jumpers with daisy chain patterns sewn around the neck, what isn't there to love? Hidden beneath these jumpers are the birth marks, two medium sized potato shaped birth marks at either side of her abdomen…a hidden anomaly. She doesn’t even think her father knows about it, he never changed her diapers as a baby so why would he? Well, he doesn’t need to know…

And so where does Daniela Rasoio sit in the Rasoio hierarchy?

Jenoah, one of her older brothers, used to tell her about the spectrum he had created in his mind, the lefts and the rights. The rights were the ones that stuck to tradition, and kissed Giovanni’s ass. The lefts were the rebels, venturing far from tradition. Of course Giovanni doesn’t believe that his family are rebelling against their traditions, it’s just that they’re too scared to admit it. Jenoah always used to tell Daniela that he was in the middle, he always questioned the ways in which the family operated…all the innocent deaths…the truth of Ripred. Daniela disagrees, he was certainly to the right but not too far. Even if he abandoned Ripred in the arena, he still killed and well, that fits into the family traditions.

Daniela is in the middle, venturing close to the left and she might just be the first to own up to it…

Young sweet Daniela, the youngest daughter of Giovanni and his wife’s pack of children, of course they would have had more if it was not due to her unfortunate death… Everyone believes her to be so sweet and innocent and so, she continues wear that mask. A sweet persona, hiding the plot of chaos that hides within her. She is so good at acting it out, everyone falls for her fake personality, she does enjoy the process of fooling everyone, even her father. The great Giovanni Rasoio, tricked by his daughter for so many years.

A little brat that hides behind an angel, that is what she is.

There is a reason for why she does it though, she feels trapped. Tradition that, Ripred this, business business business. None of it is her, she was born in the entirely wrong family. She dreams of living a carefree life, where she can be left to express herself. A wild character, who just wants to explore and let her energy burst free from inside of her. The only time she is able to express herself in such way is with her paintings but it is not enough. Some nights she tries to dare herself to run away but there is just a weakness that is forcing her to remain, she is too dependent…

For so long she has been spoiled, mothered by everyone around her, especially because she is the youngest. Daniela lost her mother at a young age, she barely even knew her. Something about an arsonist and a fire at her family home, Daniela has never really asked about the fate of her mother. She just had so many people around her who took on the motherly role. But could she ever survive by herself? No. Never. She wouldn’t last a week in that outside world; the crafted world that she lives in is her only safe haven. Yet, her only safe haven is slowly suffocating her. Daniela literally cannot win. An energy of chaos is building up inside of her, threatening to destroy both worlds for her. She just needs to find safe way of containing it and at the same time, expressing parts of the energy to the world.

It is a well-known fact that the Rasoios follow the religion of Ripred but like every other tradition that Daniela has broken, she does not believe in such god. Why would the god allow children to be slain in the games? It was probably at reaping age that she realised, realised that such a great power would not be misused to cause terror across Panem. It is hard for her to believe in such a thing so the only time she partakes in the worshiping, is when she is in the presence of her father. When everyone is silent in prayer, she is just thinking of the next jumper that she is going to wove.

Daniela doesn’t quite have a job within the business, her father wants her to focus on her studies before she turns sixteen, that is when she will be able to learn the ropes, not that she is looking forwards to such venture. Girls always learn later than boys, boys have guns in their hands when they are twelve years old, not that Daniela has missed on the opportunity of wielding such a weapon. One can easily partake in such after school curriculum activities…learning how to load the barrel of an illegally smuggled weapon. There is something very mesmerizing about the weapon, it helps her gain power over her life for a hot second, even a small knife possesses such powerful nature…Not that she has ever used a weapon on someone before…

School for Daniela is just a playground, she is able to drop the sweet persona and let loose the strong headed demon that lives within her, she gets a kick out of teasing those around her as well as annoying the snotty teachers. It just seems authority is not something that she likes to follow…which is basically the basis of her family’s trade. She literally can’t free herself of such traits. But to abandon tradition, she has moulded the persona obtained from her family. Throwing tantrums in the middle of the class isn’t something that her father would do if someone didn’t pay up their loan. It is hard for her to get her own way by cutting up her teacher’s face, like what her father would do.

Daniela didn’t know how to feel when Jenoah was reaped. All the men that work for her dad and the rest of the family were very hopeful but Daniela thought realistically, she can’t name a single District Eight victor, why would simple Jenoah, the home-grown prodigy add his name to the list of victors? She pitied him, when the District Ten boy cut him down, she cried but she was very much entertained by her brother's experience in the arena, he really put on a show, especially for the audience back home. Abandoning Ripred, haha, go on! It caused such a riptide back home, it tore the family apart.

Finally, people were speaking their mind.

Finally, the crafted world was to be destroyed.

The crafted world that she is so dependent on.

She is so thankful for the wounds it has created, but she feels the pain of those wounds. Can she survive in the broken crafted world that she has suddenly found herself in? Is this the time to take the step and to abandon it all together? Just a whole lot of unanswered questions. And well, she is going to be the one to answer them…eventually.