Re: -x- Freedom O'Mara -x- District 4 -x- {{DONE}}

Re: -x- Freedom O'Mara -x- District 4 -x- {{DONE}} Oct 4, 2011 6:19:41 GMT -5

Post by l.a.c.e.y on Oct 4, 2011 6:19:41 GMT -5

F . r . e . e . d . o . m

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I'm still here

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.// b a s i c s \\.

_{Her name is Freedom O'Mara}
Her age is 16
Her gender is female
Her district is 4[/sub]

.// a p p e a r a n c e \\.

_{Ask me how to describe her. In truth, I don’t have a simple clue of the sort. Of course, if you really must know how she looks, you may as well just look into these young girls, sweet orbs of eyes. Looking them deep though because I promise that she will trap you before you can even get a grasp to what you are doing. In simple, but defined words, be careful as you approach Freedom O’Mara, a girl that I can almost promise you won’t forget. If you happen to lose the image in your mind, a place where over-seemingly disasters can take place, I promise that she will come back. In this way, she will take her rightful place in your mind, the place of horrors.}

_{If you do have the courage to look at Freedom, I will have to say that you will almost immediately notice her height. She isn’t particularly tall or even average for a girl at the age of sixteen years old. Instead, she looks about at the age of only fourteen, her height failing her. This, is particularly something that Freedom hates others talking about. Just don’t do it, her mind is a working machine that you can’t see past her small looks, until you really know who she is.}

_{Next, the hair that falls down onto her shoulders is what you might also see next. The color may not be too recognizable at first, until you see the front of it. In all, the entire mess of hair is a blonde color with small streaks of strawberry red ringing through it. The colors almost play tricks with your eyes when you first may see them, only realizing that in the front, her bangs as just blonde, and no red at all. In essence, Freedom’s hair is particularly straight, hanging right down to about the point of her shoulders, but bothering to maybe go a couple of inches longer. The ends are cut almost jaggedly, giving her a semi-odd, but interesting, look.}

_{The orbs in which some may just like to call eyes. the kind that can illuminate any room no matter the circumstance. No, Freedom's eyes are no where near like this. In fact, they might be the exact opposite. This, you see, is because of the overwhelming grey color that floods both irises and turns her orbs of eyes into thick clouds of swirling color. The only thing that seems just odd about this is the slight changes and layers of color that almost seem to run all the way around the middle, like in rings. This, gives off a semi-scary look in itself.}

_{There is one major flaw about this young girl that no one, besides herself, will ever com to understand. It is a mystery in all, a point that cannnot be mentioned. All I have to say is that a scar decorates her bicep, a ring around the skin. You can tell that something happened, though, Freedom tends to cover it up as much as possible. There are many rumors going around, saying that she was brutally attacked, while others say that this young girl was abused. Either way, a scar like a bangle, or bracelet, is nothing to laugh off. No, if you do let it go, in a joking matter. I just hope that Freedom decides to have a good heart that day.}

.// p e r s o n a l i t y \\.

_{Please, if I knew this girls personality, I just might be able to tell you. It is vague in my mind; still, she never is just happy or sad. No, Freedom can be much more than you’d expect her to be. You see, this is easy for her to change quickly. One minute, she might be glad while that next, Freedom might just happen to be now indecisive. This is how she is, and you better get used to it.}

_{One thing that you can always count on with Freedom is her anger. You will always see signs to symbolize this feeling, such as narrowed eyes. If she is frowning, please do not take it as a happy prancing of a welcome to you. She may be hiding something, just like she has been hiding something for as long as this sixteen year old can remember. Since that day, when she was only eight years old, Freedom changed into an entirely new person, one with hopes and dreams to fulfill. In this young ladies mind, I can promise that there is no way to stop her thoughts.}

_{There is something that keeps young Freedom away from the others. You see, many children in this district are strong and can fight their best. Freedom, considers herself a no-minded weakling that has a hollow soul. Still, it is her overall dream to participate in the Hunger games, a place where she could easily be putting her life at risk. Still, a longing calls in her hearts to the games. This is, because Freedom wants to show that she is more then a pile of bones. She wants to show her other side.}

.// h i s t o r y \\.

_{Well,l all I have to point out is that her history is a deep rooted place. It is a place of definite fears and many, some bad, discoveries. Things happened back then that included the games, siblings, and parents. These categories, maybe not so harsh in your mind. All I have to say is, wait. For you might finally see the true side of these words, each explained clearly to show the feelings of jealousy and anger. This is how Freedom's life became a torn mess, a puzzle that had lost most of its pieces. This is Freedom's story.}

_{As a semi-autumn day when young Freedom was only twelve years old, she came home from school, her mouth going off as her mother strained to work. It was her mothers job, you see, to do housekeeping and her own home was no different. freedom could see that it had been a hard day for her mother, still she kept talking. Her mother, Fay, soon grew upset, grabbing a knife and pulling it all the way around Freedoms bicep. This, was only the beginning though of a long story.}

_{After quickly having her arm bandaged that day, Freedom only wore a look of pain in her eyes. This, was of course, until her father came home, in which she happily ran over to him. Her father, Sol , was Freedom's favorite, as expected. Freedom knew that he would always understand her, unlike her mother who couldn't barely speak for herself. Soon after wards though, Freedoms older sister, Asylum walked down the stairs, being quickly praised by both parents. This is when the anger began to rise.}

_{With each word exchanged between the older sister and the parents of the two children, Freedom began to feel worse. Why did Asylum deserve so much attention? When Freedom began catching up phrases like 'hunger', and 'will be', the young girl could only guess what everyone was thinking, Asylum was to be in the games. A volcano wanted to explode itself inside of Freedom, still she waited. These she was, all alone, or was she?}[/color]

_{Soon, Asylum was picked in the reaping and sent off to the hunger games. At the time, the eldest sister was at the age of sixteen years old, being a strong career to face even on the field. Every night, Fay and Sol eagerly watched the television, waiting for Asylum to bring down her next opponent. every night, Freedom sat in her room, willing her sister to die a horrible death.}

_{Freedom rejoiced the night where Asylum's name flashed across the scream, followed by the words, DEAD. Her anger, finally gone and for once, Freedom felt like she had achieved something, though in reality, she hadn't at all. Still, from then on, it became Freedom's duty, her passion to do something that her sister couldn't do. Win the games. Freedom knew that one day, she would show the others that she could get somewhere in life, beginning with her parents.}

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