SPIRAL into OBLIVION - HG Fanfic

Name: Edana Lightwood
Gender: Female
Age: 16
District: 3
Sexuality: Straight

Edana, this all around “Good Girl” with a mean streak, and she wishes it wasn’t like that. Insecurities, that’s what she puts it off to, because she knows that the stress of hiding her “secret” gets to her. She'll lie about her leg, no matter how ridiculous it sounds, and she'll insist until you learn to not even mention the leg. She knows that with a right leg, she’d be a good girl without a mean streak. The leg, it’s the bane of her existence. She suffers from extreme anxiety, and can suffer multiple attacks on a single day.

For her friends and family, she’s different. She doesn’t have to be perfect, and she shouldn’t try to be. Her friends know about her leg, and they only know her as the funny, sweet, and strong girl that they love. It’s important for her that there’s a place she doesn’t have to hide behind her mesh. Edana loves to laugh, and it’s one of the most annoying qualities about her. A mix between a Hyena and a Cuckoo Clock, it’s not exactly endearing.

As I mentioned earlier, Edana has a bit of a mean streak. All in all, Edana is a fighter, and being from a career district only cemented her classification as a bitch. Cross her, you’re dead. Love her, she’s sweet as sugar. Edana is loyal, and it often gets her into trouble. When you’re willing to do anything for a friend, let's face it, Edana , it’s going to make you a few enemies. Alright, she’s made more than a few enemies. But, the leg did this too, and it can be good or bad.

So, all in all, Edana is a nice girl, a bitch, and a fighter. Multiple personalities, much?
History:

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 123
Build: Small, slightly toned
Skin Tone: Cream
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Additional Features: False Leg

On the eve of the thirtyfourth Reaping Day two seventeen year olds, Willow Riley and Casper Lightwood, met in a pub near the market. Both of them came with separate friends to celebrate, on the off chance they’d never meet again. They kept each other company, wished each other luck, and left. The next day, they met early in the morning, and continued the conversation. Willow fell for Casper, and both of their plans were thwarted. With that, the two began to meet more often, and after three years, Willow was pregnant.

Nine months later, Edana Isabelle Lightwood came into the world, one appendage missing. Willow and Casper never married, though. Casper fell ill several months after the birth of his daughter. The Doctors the Lightwood’s had sent did all they could, but trackerjacker venom wasn’t exactly treatable even with their educations. Casper died in his sleep, and Willow’s world came crashing down. Sure, Willow was wealthier than even most of the District, but raising a child was different. Being a single mom made things complicated, but she soon met another man. Willow met Xavier Lightwood, Casper’s brother. Xavier and Willow had met at the factory where Casper had met, which was coincidentally very close to the fence, leading Casper to his untimely demise.. Xavier became the only father Edana ever knew, and it gave Willow a sense of security. Were they in love? Xavier was in love with Willow, Willow never got quite over Casper.

Edana grew, and Edana started to walk. So did her insecurities. Xavier, who loved her mother so much that he was jealous of his step-daughter. This meant that Edana was never safe in her own home, and it was worse than being raised with a single parent. Beatings were frequent for Edana, and it went on for years. But soon enough, Xavier met the same end as his brother. Funny, you’d think District 3 would learn to avoid the fences.

Free from the year of abuse, Edana began to live a normal life. Edana never told her mother about Xavier, and it made everything simple. She made friends, and she was happy. She was as happy as she could be. The leg was still hard to overcome, and she always wished that the mesh was enough. She battled the depression as an amputee, and she wished that she could tell the truth. Telling the truth makes her weak, and she could never be weak.

Name: Orph Emil Usarrus
Gender: Male
Age: 12
District: 5
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-curious?

Orph is a rather passionate boy, and he lets that be known to anyone passing by. He does not stitch his heart on his sleeve; the patchwork might as well be everywhere on his clothes. Completely blunt, severely honest, truthful, Orph will not think twice to do anything he feels he wants to do, but his intentions want to be pure. Words just slip out at times. Some of the romantic expression manifests in the art of playing an instrument - most especially with the ancient lyre. Artsy is a part of Orph's character that seems that will never die, as the boy likes to move around, swinging and kicking legs as the songs play out in supposed perfection.

Persistence comes with his devoted love for the lyre. At times, it seems that he does not care for humanity because all focus will go on the lyre - though not in obsession. Perhaps is better to say that he could do without others - as long as he has the ancient musical instrument. He shrugs off being called demeaning comments. Most times, the 12-year old can be seen with the instrument strapped on the bag or tucked under the wing of the right arm, a smile plastered on. Due to practicing from a small age, Orph is highly proficient in song and music; his friend calls him the master of song, though he will laugh the silly musings of his comrade. Orph is a hard worker of the physical ability kind; he will not let a task go unlearned unless he gets bored of trying.

Emotionally, though, Orph is not at all stable. Being more in-tune with his heart, Orph can get sulky easily in sad events, but he will attempt to play off emotions as nothing but distractions until he can get away from the moment. Worse times, however, call him to be even more detached from humanity, where the boy will wander off and play the lyre to settle the soul. Implementing emotions into the music attracts certain animals. Their company gives him good joy, ironically. Orph will only let personal events affect his character, and the most detrimental of shortcomings can make the boy depressed for the longest periods.

Overall, Orph is a neutral-in-emotion (though leaning to cheery) lad - accompanied by his sense of courage. His bravery has let him resist many occasions that children the same age would be fearful for. When asked the reason for his success, Orph would shrug and reply that he just cannot find what is to be scared of a bug, a skull, or a monster. Truth be told, though, that he does have a fear for snakes, stemming from the incident with his mother. When in contact with the slithery creature, Orph will tense up and throw objects - rocks, his lyre a stick, a metal plate, whatever - to get the monster out of his sight. Probably agitated if so, when the snake gets any closer is when Orph will try to attack with the instrument. All else fails, time to flee for the 12-year old.

Height: 5'2?
Weight: 119
Build: Definitely not muscular or nimble. I suppose he would just be quicker on his feet because he's younger?
Skin Tone: PALE Cream
Hair Color: Extreme blond-ism/lighter hair
Eye Color: Chocolate! :D
Additional Features: He's definitely dirty a lot. ^^

Calli and Ogrus only had their son, Orph, and did not feel the need for another Usarrus child. Love was invested in the boy throughout his life, even when arguments would rise from the prideful complex of the father. Words did not come out easy for the boy, though the music did, given both primitive and intermediate musical instruments from his beloved uncle. He would rather bash on the xylophone, giggling, instead of speak his first word. Eventually the blond boy did begin speaking, but the love for music was never replaced. Seemingly that he would always be attached to the concept, his uncle handed him in the ancient instrument of strings, the lyre, and Orph loved it on sight - for the most part. Bearing a nice shape, sounding wonderfully, Orph could not resist the instrument and still carries it around everywhere.

In school, Orph's studies were geared towards the arts than the logical and crunching of information. He liked to write out lyrics, music sheets, and to perform pieces to the class. While no professional yet, some classmates of his recognize his superior musical talent and laugh at the lackluster math and history skills. Over constant little abuse, Orph learned to dismiss them, sometimes laugh at them. (Only after he stopped getting sulky from the comments). Few said he might have been better at singing than some of the choir girls and boys; he always liked to work solo, always feeling more in control by himself, no one to hinder his quality with their poorness in talent - he would put honesty but with no mean intention.

While many people gain irrational fears from increased hype and overreacting, Orph collected what he was scared of from an event. As Calli Usarrus tended to the last fields of cattle left, she had unknowingly almost stepped on a lethally-dangerous snake; and, upon provocation, the slithery creature bit her heel. Her husband, out there with her, collected Calli and tried to rush her to a medical clinic, Orph watching an unconscious mother gasping for air, sweat breaking out. Orph ran out with his father, speeding ahead; but, when he turned back around in his anxiety, Ogrus stated that she was gone forever, never to wake up. From there, the blond boy learned to fear the snake.

Name: Saskia Hamilton
Gender: Female
Age: 16
District: 9
Sexuality: Heterosexual

The obstacle that has shaped Saskia's actions and personality the most is her phonagnosia otherwise known as voice blindness. With voice blindness you can "can tell from the sound of your voice if you’re male or female, old or young, sarcastic, upset, happy. They just have no blooming idea who you are." Being blind already, this makes life harder than it already is. Because of this, Saskia doesn't trust guessing at people's voices, instead she uses another sense: smell. She can remember people's scents well and recognize them by it. However using smell means getting into people's personal bubble space, something Saskia does not understand. She stands closer than deemed suitable already but add that to the sniffing and occasional "feel up" people like to keep their distance from Saskia. To clear up the "feel up" phrase, Saskia tends to grab people's forearms to become more familiar with the way they hold themselves, how tall they are, what people can usually see.

Saskia isn't book smart by any means, seeing as her parents and school officials thought it best that she be kept out of school. She's supposed to be home schooled by her parents but they don't have the time or the will to do so. She is, however, street smart. You wouldn't think so being without sight and all, but she can trick a few naive vendors and steal some good items every now and then. Stealing, something Saskia is completely fine with, probably because she doesn't see the effects of it. Seeing as Saskia was never taught manners or etiquette of any kind and is kept from school and other people her age she is more than a bit socially awkward. Especially when she meets someone and she sniffs them.

Saskia hates one thing above anything else, charity. She doesn't want anybodies pity, she can do everything by herself. No one has to help her, and she strives to prove that. You may ask why, well she does not want to be treated like the "poor little blind girl who can't do anything for herself." She's already been through that. Now she wants to be the grown, respected woman who happens to not have the ability to see.

If you asked someone in District Nine to describe her they'd probably throw around the words "stubborn" or "defiant" but they never say "blind." Saskia is big on voicing her opinion and sticking to it, even if she knows she's wrong. She can't stand being wrong, it shows she's weak and needs help and we already know she hates that more than anything else.

Now we talk about the Games. Saskia finds the whole concept funny. She can't see the Games, only listen to them and the crude sound effects they have. Saskia has never really considered the possibility of being reaped. She's indestructible to the idea of the Games. Of course, every year she hears the squish of a blade and the wet, strained breaths of someone dying but she'd never experience those things first hand. At the Reapings she just stands where she's told, she listens, she's not called and she goes home. Routine. Normal. Almost safe.

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 116
Build: Bony, with lean muscle
Skin Tone: Tan... in places.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Milky white
Additional Features: Generally a messy appearance, and various bruises and cuts.

Saskia is the youngest of seven siblings and is, naturally, over looked by her parents and left to be raised by her brothers and sisters. Saskia had the best relationship with one of her sisters, the one born right before her. She had a name, but it doesn't matter anymore what it was. They would sit outside their little house and listen to the sounds of the earth below them and the wind around them. The sister would attempt to describe colors to Saskia and she, being blind from birth, would fail to interpret it. Saskia was fond of digging her toes into the dirt, feeling the soil against her skin and occasionally finding an insect or worm in the dirt, and observing the creature with all the senses at her disposal. Seeing as Saskia did not go to school (she never really took much out of the lessons anyway) she spent most her time doing just that and waiting for sister to come home from school... and work. One day, sister did not come home. Saskia's parents only said that sister was never coming back and she accepted it. She could nothing but accept it. Accepting death is not really that hard. Perhaps it is easier for Saskia, but seems like a very simple concept to her.
Besides sister and other siblings, Saskia does not have very many friends. Unless you count the various merchants around the square that shout to Saskia when she passes through (usually to take something). They are not friends though. Friends... that it something a lot harder to understand than death.