scarlet wilde | district two | fin

Name: Scarlet Ilithyia Wilde. Or Scar, if you have the pleasure of intimacy with Ms. Wilde. But not many do. We’ll get to that later, though. Her parents call her Scar, as do her younger brothers Heck (short for Hector) and Fitz (short for Fitzgerald). Fitz always wished he had been gifted with a better first name, but beggars can’t be choosers, and as it was, Fitz’s middle name was Octavian, so Heck and Scar fluctuated between calling him Fitz and O. Our story is about Scar, but her brothers will feature prominently.

Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2

Personality/History/Appearance:

Scar would always make the joke to her younger brothers that she was small but mighty – and at 5 foot 3 inches tall, the girl looked like she couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag. But that was exactly what she wanted you to think. You see, Ms. Wilde was the daughter of a former Peacekeeper – her father a prominent figure in District Two before retiring, known for his strict interpretation of the law and willingness to impose order. He fulfilled his duty to his nation and retired, meeting her mother, the daughter of a wealthy stonemason. On the surface, they were two loving parents, but everyone has their secrets and those things they keep hidden from others.

Fighting was in her blood. Scar’s life was planned for her before she ever had the ability to grace this earth and make a choice about how she wanted to live in it. Her brothers suffered the same fate. It was expected that the Wilde children would train, fight, and then volunteer as Tributes – securing her parents’ seats at the table of the District Two elite and into the Panem history books forever. That was the plan, at least. But Scar was fast approaching her 19th birthday and had not yet been selected in the Reaping. In her father’s eyes – the only opinion that mattered in the Wilde house – that amounted to abject failure.

Heck and Fitz – aged 16 and 14 – had not been chosen yet, either. But both were quickly approaching six feet tall and were perhaps even more suited to the Games than Scar. The trio had trained and learned from a very young age, just like any other Career family. School was training, strategy, tactics. A constant whirlwind of evaluations and planning. Growing up, Scar’s parents dined with scores of prominent people – the dinner parties were merely a façade though. Scar, Heck, and Fitz came to see that the parade that was being performed – one in which they were dragged into the living room before the beginning of the parties to introduce themselves to their parent’s friends - was one in which their parents were showing the other families their weapons, daring them to challenge the Wilde children in the Games.

What Scar lacks in size, she makes up for in strategy. She is cunning – a step ahead of her brothers and classmates. She devoured early literature on war and fighting – Sun Tzu, Machiavelli, Thucydides, Clausewitz. Reel after reel after reel showing the Victors of the games for years and years littered the floor of their family room – the grit with which the Outer District tributes fought, the grace with which the Careers wielded their weapons. Analyzing her enemies and their motivations would help her to win the Games – everyone had an agenda and everyone had a weakness.

It was made startlingly clear to Scar that from the moment she could remember – perhaps around her third birthday – she would be isolated from others, save from her brothers. As Scar grew older, she began to notice her isolation more and more, longing to be able to train and learn with the other prospective tributes of the district. Her father had herself, Heck, and Fitz train apart from others for reasons the three couldn’t fathom. Surely training with others would teach them everything they needed to know about fighting others, besting others and winning. Bringing honor to one’s family.
Her trust in anyone had been broken (shattered, really) by her father’s wrath – memories from his life as a Peacekeeper and the things he had seen in service to Panem. Her father’s ghosts shaped her upbringing and helped to model her into a warrior.

Scar had olive skin that retained its soft brown glow year-around, thanks to her mother. Her hair was jet black with a wave that sent it cascading down her shoulders. She liked to wear it long. Her hair spun with her as she trained and trained for hours and hours, the sunlight sparking shades of yellow and red in the locks. When night fell in District Two, her hair and dark features allowed her to blend into the shadows, continuing her training as she sparred with her younger brothers and father – poised, deadly, and ready. Her favorite clothing was black – black jeans, a black tank top, and black leather jacket that stretched and molded itself around her. When it was too cold for the leather, she would trade it for a wool peacoat that smelled like the pine trees upon which she would climb, breaking through the forest canopy to seek a few moments away from her life. She was a fast runner and an avid climber.

She knows wood, leather, and steel better than she knows the freckles that adorn her body. Wood when her father was feeling benevolent. The scars from the cane are deeper than those left by the strap. Leather when he was not – the strap creating constellations across her back, littering the expanse of her back with lightly colored tracks over wider marks. The leather burned when it scraped across her body – it stung and the pain lingered more than the cane. She wore her scars proudly and hoped that one day, any would-be lovers would accept her markings as much a part of her as her dark brown eyes.

Steel, however. Steel was her savior. The moment that the sword touched her palm, even before she could grip the handle, she felt that the steel was an extension of her body and the dance that she would choreograph with it could rival anything any of the ages-old composers had ever created. She could hold a sword before she could take her first steps – dropping it frequently, of course. But as she learned how to walk and talk, her skill with the blade only increased.

You see, Scar loved training. She loved breaking down an opponent and she knew her purpose. But she still felt empty. Any friendly connection, save for her brothers, was severed before a tenuous thread could be weaved. She knew what was expected of her but she wanted MORE. Something, or someone, that could give her more meaning and purpose.

Let me break it down in simpler terms, perhaps. On the outside, Scar is a natural born Scorpio – she takes risks (sometimes unnecessarily so) and is both fiery and feisty. Passionate and Stubborn. The young girl has a certain love for living and life, yet she knows what she was put on this earth to do. At her best, she's cautious and calculating but at her worst, she's vindictive and mean. 

On the inside, in the part she doesn't let people see, Scar is a mess of insecurity and vulnerability. Easily hurt by those she trusts and especially those she loves. Though she doesn't ever cry in front of people preferring the “smile until she's alone” route, no matter how hard it is there are certain things that can break her down and do. It's those times she'll go missing and be a bit mysterious as to where she had been.

Scar won’t be the first to take a leap of faith; in fact, she’s downright scared of it. Scared of commitment, of what it could bring, of everything to do with taking that chance at love. For Scar, tomorrow is both a promise and a threat; the promise that things will be better and can go great, but the threat that everything could break apart.

Other: She’s just a big gay romantic looking for someone to save her tbh.