Warren Coburn [District 7]

Name: Warren Coburn; Roan Wesson (former alias); Paige Ennis (given name)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

Pale skin and blond hair pulled back in a bun give Warren a softer appearance than she really deserves. Her eyebrows are arched, giving her jade eyes a slight appearance of skepticism, though this is too slight to be noticed unless you stare at her hard. And Warren never lets people look for too long.

Warren is more proud of her body than her face, and for a good reason: her self-initiated training regimen has her in peak shape, with well defined muscles and a lean physique. When she rolls up her sleeves, it is apparent that Warren's arms are much stronger than she would have you otherwise believe.

Most of the time, Warren will be dressed in a tank top or v-neck t-shirt, usually worn under her brown leather jacket. She has an affinity for cargo pants, which she claims have too many pockets for someone to effectively search them all.

Personality:

By night, Warren is easily described as fierce, fiery, and bold. While negotiating with her potential employers--or potential targets--she has no trouble being outspoken and serious. She is stubborn, proud, and apologizes to no one. Arrogant at times, yes, but always determined and resolute.

Warren's Achilles heel has always been her temper. She is hotheaded and brash and impulsive, which can get her into tight spots. She can lose her head and make bad decisions when provoked--and she is provoked with relative ease unless she's actively combating her petulance.

However, she reigns in her temper fairly well during the day. Warren's ruthlessness, grit, and ferocity is still present, but subdued by her tiredness and general apathy towards the daytime affairs of District 7.

Warren does not trust people, unless they prove themselves to her over and over. She is not an open, honest person, and does not warm up to strangers very easily.

History:

As a young girl, Paige Ennis was fascinated by the Hunger Games. The raw power behind the kills was awe-inspiring. She love the way many of the tributes had transformed from frightened rabbits to hardened killers by the end of the Games. The metamorphosis they underwent thrilled her, and she was drawn to them.

More than those who refused to accept their death, she was drawn to the Career tributes. The raw power that most displayed, their acknowledgment of the fact that they could not hesitate, and most of all how they did not hold back all made Paige revere them in a way that would scare any parent.

So her mother beat her. It started off with just a smack across the face. The seven-year-old had cheered at the death of some District 12 kid at the hands of her favorite Career, one knife-throwing Nero Coburn of District 2. It escalated to a full-scale beating as the Games progressed, while Paige continued to fervidly support the "cold-blooded killer," as her mom called him.

But Paige knew her mother was wrong. He did not kill in cold blood, he was simply more proactive about staying alive than the others tributes were. She admired him. And, despite the belt lashes she received, Paige knew she wanted to be just like him. So she began sneaking out with their three kitchen knives, and she would practice.

Five nights a week, she would spend out in the lumber yard, throwing the knives, training for the Games that she so desired to compete in. She got good, too. By the time she was eleven, she could hit a flag tied to a tree from twenty yards.

Though it was the highlight of her childhood, the practice ended poorly for her. Aged fourteen and highly skilled throwing both knives and axes, Paige messed up. With the Hunger Games starting in two weeks, she spent the better part of every night preparing not just her throwing, but also running, lifting, and doing whatever she could to get into the best possible shape, in the event that she would gather the courage to volunteer, the courage that had escaped her last year.

That particular night, Paige was so exhausted from the accumulated lack of sleep. Two hours into her regimen--at about one in the morning--she sat down for a brief rest after running a mile. When she woke up, the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. She was screwed, and she panicked. Leaving her kitchen knives, she frantically sprinted for home, two and a half miles away, hoping to sneak in before her mother woke up.

No such luck. Her mother was furious when she caught Paige sneaking in. The exhausted and unarmed girl could do little to resist the vicious beating she received, which left her right collarbone broken and her eye swollen shut. It was very fortunate for Paige that she was not reaped that year, however unfortunate for her mother.

Though she was out of commission for two months, Paige had her mind made up, her plan set. No longer would she strive to be Paige Ennis, Hunger Games Victor. Instead, she would become Paige Ennis, assassin.

She first built a small icebox that she kept under her bed and routinely kept cool with snow from the outside. In this box, she stored five pints of her blood, stored in water bottles, which she drew from herself over the course of six weeks. Two nights before the event, she dug a hole in a relatively unused area of the forest, where few lumberjacks went to fell trees. She wore gloves.

It was hard for Paige to contain her excitement, so she avoided people on the day of the murder. She had to, though, so she managed. She packed a large rugsack with three pairs of clothes, all of their knives but one, a box of matches, some miscellaneous survival tools, and all the small amount of food in their house.

Paige had it set up perfectly. She left the shovel by the door, got her mother drunk--very drunk--and started an argument. It was loud, just as Paige had intended. There was no way the neighbors didn't hear. And, as planned, when the argument reached the point of violence, her mother grabbed the shovel. Though she brandished it, she never swung. Paige went back to her room and waited for her mother to pass out.

In the meantime, the soon-to-be assassin doused her sheets and room with two bottles of her blood. She slipped her gloves back on and went back into the main part of her house, where sure enough, her mother was passed out drunk. Paige placed the last knife into her mother's hand and dipped it in blood. This, she stuck in the wood of her floor.

She spattered her mother's clothing with blood. She then tied a noose around the neck of the woman who had beat her for years, and heaved her unconscious form up the stairs to their loft. The other end of the rope was tied to a rafter... and Paige Ennis made her first hit.

Taking the shovel and her rugsack, the new murderer went out to the site of the hole she had dug, leaving a small trail of blood. She emptied the last blood bottle in the bottom of the hole, filled in the blank grave and left the shovel at the scene.

Taking her sack, she went to the district fence, covering her tracks as she went, though it didn't really matter, for all the snow that District 7 received that night.

Though the winter was not particularly kind, Paige fled south until she ended up at District 11. It was a large enough district to conceal the then-fifteen-year-old in the masses, and she adopted a new name for herself--as well as a new family-unit. She stayed with an old hitman she happened upon by chance, an elderly man named Colt Wesson, who agreed to take her in as his "granddaughter" Roan.

Impressed by both her ability with throwing knives and her previous hit--which Roan relayed to Colt after six months of trust developed between the two--her new grandfather took her as an apprentice in the Assassins Guild, where she advanced very quickly.

When Colt died on a mission, however, Roan's alias was compromised. Adopting the name of Warren Coburn, in honor of the second-place tribute that inspired her whole life, she returned to District 7, where she was sure no one would recognize her after ten years, and took charge of the local chapter of the Guild.

Codeword: muttations
Comments/Other:

Warren prefers to kill with knives, and excels at framing other people for her murders, though she does not hesitate to kill when no one is set to take the fall for it. She aims for the eye with her knives, and very rarely misses her target.