Ilene Rafters - District One

【What do I look like?】
As far as faces go, my face is one not easily forgotten. Large, brown eyes rest in my eye sockets, just above a neatly bridged nose. Underneath are a pair of lips, not full nor flat. My fringed bangs cover part of my right eye, giving me the look of peace.

My stature is fairly short, measuring at five-foot two. I wear pale skin that I go out of my way to keep it that way. Not being skinny, nor large, I weigh no more than one-hundred four pounds. I am also flat as a board. Dark brown hair adorns my head and falls to my shoulder-blades. One thing though, that makes me different from the rest is the fact that I am missing my left index finger.

【How do I act?】
I wear a mask. The public sees me as just another girl in district one, but I am by far the opposite. A free thinker and a rule-breaker, often in restricted areas where one would be publicly punished for being in. Secretly a murderer. Would I be listed as smart? Well, would Straight C's be smart? An average student in school, I suppose. But through and through I am loyal to those I care for, the majority being my older brother, Aiden.

One with positives must have loads of negatives. My flaws can nearly out-weight my benefits. For a starter, I bite my remaining nine nails. I tend to pull pranks on others, from the classic "blackboard eraser on head" trick to more daring things like tee-peeing other's houses. Sadly, I suffer from frequent panic attacks, the outbreaks happening at various times. Then there is the fact that I am not a "people person". Hating large crowds, I tend to avoid them as much as possible (another cause of my attacks). I do not like children at all.
I'm more soft-spoken, being not one to speak out in a situation, leaving the talking to those around me. Somewhat of a recluse, I am.

【Now don't you think this is personal?】
Aiden and Ilene Rafters, Aiden and I, brother and sister born into a loving family. Hardworking parents, a family dog and food on the table. What more to ask for? Ten years into my life, my loving family was shattered into pieces. My father, was...well turned into a target. Our mother committed suicide. How did this happen? And why?

Only a small pouch of gold powder. Surly they could spot him, correct? No. In District One, you are never correct. Punishment severe...more than usual.

To make my father become a human target. What goes on in those demented minds of theirs? What human urge to treat a brother this poorly, no matter what the cause?

Painted with red and white; paint that sparkles. Adorned with long, flowy sleeves that blew in the breeze. A target worthy of the careers. The teenagers, fearsome, in a line from sixty yards away. Surly he should be safe?

An arrow through and arm, a spear in the leg. The screams of agony that escaped. and one would think "this is by far enough." But, of course, this was a death sentence after all.

After, I stared at the blood on the floor. My father's blood, scarlet and salty, in a puddle at my feet. What is to happen to me now?

After the murder of Edward Rafters, our father, Amarilla Shine Rafters, our mother, cut all ties to sanity. It was only a few months after Edward's death that my mother took her own life, a handmade necklace of rope adorning her broken corpse. Aiden and I, now orphans, were forced into a foster care program, the only one District One had to offer. The Community house.

We, the brother and sister duo lived there for no more than a year, when I was suddenly adopted. Separated from my brother, my best friend. What was worse, was that my adopter, my new "daddy" was just straight out a freak. I knew that something was up, so the night Mr. Calvare snuck into my room in the dead of night, was the night I acted without thought. From the first touch of his skin, I knew where this was going. The closest thing was a candle stick. Golden and engraved with flowers, the blood splattered across my bed, some of it partially mine. Blinded by my rage, I stared at the corpse in disbelief. Looking down at my bloody hands and staring at the finger that will never be fixed, I thereby packed what little I had in a bag and fled. Back to Aiden.