Nephrite Obsidian // District Two {Fin}

Arrows Retired Staff 3,236 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen May 23, 2023 16:50:31 GMT -5 your resident blonde bisexual boy	Nephrite Obsidian // District Two {Fin} Aug 7, 2017 19:37:43 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arrows on Aug 7, 2017 19:37:43 GMT -5 Nephrite Obsidian Seventeen years old District Two Female Cousin to Andy of the 72nd Hunger Games permission to make her given by Kaplan!
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Nephrite Obsidian // District Two {Fin} Aug 7, 2017 20:33:26 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Aug 7, 2017 20:33:26 GMT -5

The Scarlet Stealer
Warning: There is a small kidnapping in this bio so it might be triggering for some readers.

Dear Reader,

I'm told that my radiant smile stuns even those blinded by birth. Apparently my scattered spots of freckles fiercely fixate glancing gazes upon the corners my cheeks. Whispers whirl around me sneaking through the strands of beautiful brown belonging to my head. Upon the breaths of those who whisper lies words declaring my skin sun kissed in perfect proportion, the perfect tan. Some even slyly speak of my lips, small but plump and primed with precious details of lip gloss. The truly confident callers even dare to discuss how my brown eyes can stop a heart with a single stare, it's all very amusing to listen to. It's almost a shame really, a shame that all beauty is deceiving.

Beyond beauty sculpted by my design hides a horror hell doesn't even wish to allow through its glorious gates. Beneath the finely filed nails covered in any assortment of colors, are hands heavy with the stains of stolen blood. Although a girl graciously gifted with a slim structure and small height, strength surges unseen beneath my skin's surface. Now even my skin isn't clear of all marks, a single staggering scar stains my hip from one night where I was forced to fight off one of my victims. None the less, myths might compare me to the cruel creature called Medusa, such crude comparisons bring shame upon my work. Medusa murdered out of anger, I steal scarlet for pleasure alone.

The night's stars still shone significantly against the bleak black background of space when I walked the with the boy to the small shack out by the fence. Excitement energized his movement as his hands grew sweatier with each step of anticipation. What he expected when the faint flickering of the candles were lit was certainly not the destiny he was dealt. A sudden shift soon had him chained to a chair a rag ripping into his mouth to prevent stupid screaming. It was at this moment he discovered that only disaster laid in wait for his future.

Morning was almost managing to breach the black of night when I finally finished my fearsome fascination. Several stray streaks of scarlet stained the floor but I was certain more had been safely secured. Several sobs still sputtered from the boy's imprisonment but I was entirely confident in my capabilities, the few slits of his skin were absolutely far less painful than that of his training. "Hush, hush. We both know those are barely scratches, I could have dug much deeper with the dagger." His whimpering suddenly stopped as I began stitching the minor imperfections to his arms.

Shock stunned the boy's face as confusion crippled his conscious, he stood free of the shackles and the rag. "See," I told him softly, "I was never going to really hurt you all that much." His face still stood stunned as his words correlated with such thinking. "What... what are you going to do with my blood? Why the hell would you want that?" A giggle gripped the air from my lips as I spun one of the small viles in my fingers. "Honestly I'm just a collector, I love the experience and I love the prizes it yields." His face furrowed directly into disgust as they always do. "You're a freak!" Another smile stains my skin as his green eyes glaze over for a moment, the vile falls into my pocket. "Wha... Where am I?" Blush brightened my cheeks, "We just... you know." A sudden smile spurred from his lips, "Oh... right... I... I'll see you around." I watched him walk away with no memory of the night before, the serum again had been successful.

Back inside the walls of my special space a chest is cranked open holding a staggering amount of stolen scarlet. One new vile is named from its victim and placed in its own position within the medical chest, being the single child of two owners of a health station in Two certainly made acquiring the supplies easy enough. The chest closes and is stowed secretly away within a false wall while the second vile only slightly filled is held before my face, time to taste the experience. After a touch to the lips the vile was drained as a stained smile led me to my notebook, 6 out of 10 is marked.

That was the last time I fed my fascination, now, many wonder why I would do such a devilish device. First of all I'm spoiled rotten by my family. A single child cared for affectionately by two wealthy parents who could give me all that I wanted, all except blood. I watched as endless amounts of blood were stored and used yet never was I given permission to posses it, it was the only no from my parents. Naturally after awhile I became obsessed with the idea and took it upon myself to acquire it. That's where my scientific side comes in.

From a young age I've shown a clear connection to the concepts of chemistry, biology, and really science in general. My grades have always been great and my scientific nature allowed me to even produce my own career style of fighting. For everything I've used my intellect to help me excel, it seems only smart to apply it to my methods of stealing blood from bodies. Hell, its my brain which allowed me to develop the memory serum after months of endless experimentation, shame it can't be used for good.

The final fire fueling my obsession is my love for lying and manipulation. Through all my years using beauty as my blade has made me significantly stronger. To see the face of someone who has been fooled by my falsities is the sweetest seduction I know of, even sweeter than the substance which I steal. It is all of these attributes which contribute to the crusader I've become, to the thief I am. Whether Peace Keepers are ever able to capture me because of my crimes I shall not care, all I want is what I can't have.

Now last of all, I hope you don't mind if I go a little off track about myself here. In the year of the 72nd Hunger Games a boy I barely knew stepped onto the stage sharing my family's last name. In front of the world he was slaughtered without hesitation, Obsidians were shamed. I don't blame the boy for dying, but I can't allow such a thing to go unanswered. The name Obsidian will be rewritten in time with a very different definition.

Sincerely,
Nephrite Obsidian

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