Jerica Montgomery; District One
Jan 3, 2011 4:21:58 GMT -5
Post by Marisa on Jan 3, 2011 4:21:58 GMT -5
Name: Jerica Montgomery
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
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Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:
[/justify][/blockquote]Personality:When describing Jerica, the first thing you have to mention is her eyes. A vibrant green that contrasts with her light brown skin, her dark brown locks, and the thick eyelashes that frame them. But the outstanding color isn’t what makes them her best feature, it’s the things she says behind them. With one look she can convey one thousand words and feelings. Not being one to ask for pity with puppy dog eyes, she usually uses her stunning eyes for crueler intentions. It’s practically a super power the way she takes one look at a man and they’re hers for the night. Or how with one intense glance, that man knows he’s about to experience a wrath he has never known before.
Above her eyes are two neatly trimmed dark eyebrows. She trims them very specifically, making sure that they have less of an arch and more of a downwards slant. This only adds to intentions behind her stares, making them all the more powerful. She has a tall forehead, one of the only features she absolutely hates about herself. Because of this she’s very particular about her bangs. Making sure that they fall right to the edge of her eyebrows, no shorter, no longer.
In contrast to her straighted bangs, Jerica curls her long chocolate-colored hair every morning. When curled, her hair usually falls right below her breasts. When straightened or natural, it hangs to her belly button. Her hair is soft and shiny, well taken care of. It also accentuates her heart shaped face quite nicely, making each feature look even sharper than it is. She has a long nose that points downwards, another feature she dislikes about herself. She also has high cheek bones, which only bring out her long nose more. Below them, her full, seductive, pink lips sit right above her small pointed chin.
When Jerica was young, she lost one of her front teeth. She got it fixed immediately, of course. She could have never let herself be seen like that. Unfortunately, the replacement tooth is slightly whiter than the rest of her teeth. While her natural teeth have a yellowish tint, from all of the throwing up, her newest tooth shines with an eerie whiteness. Over time, that tooth has also gotten yellowish from all of the stomach acid coming up, but still never the same color as her other teeth.
Jerica stands at about 5’11 with heels (which she always wears, so why bother counting without). She has a love/hate relationship with her height. The height makes her feel powerful and dominant, just the way she likes it. When she stands above everyone, it only reassures her that she is in control, that she can manipulate those around her if she wanted too. Unfortunately the height also makes for a limited choice in partners. She would never even think about screwing someone shorter than her. And there’s only so many tall men in this district…
Jerica has curves in all the right places: large breasts, small waist, round butt. She has about a medium body frame, allowing her to have meat on her bones, but not be fat. Still, the curves make it hard for Jerica to stay thin. She’s never had a good metabolism, which is odd because she is considered a Career. She thought that with the training, though her mother started late, her metabolism would grow stronger, but it seemed to get worse. If she consumed a single piece of cheese, Jerica would feel as though she gained a pound. This constant paranoia led to her bulimia.
Jerica is always wearing tight fitting clothes, usually dark colors. She has an affinity for blacks and greens; the black slims her and the green brings out her best features. She has a wide selection of clothing, ranging from tight black dresses to tight blue jeans and a green tank top. And with each outfit, she is always wearing high heels. Jerica never leaves the house without make-up on either. She usually goes for a dark look around her eyes and upward strokes of bronzer to her cheekbones, making them seem even higher than they are naturally.
[/justify][/blockquote]History:To say that Jerica is controlling was an understatement. She likes to be in charge. She likes to be dominant. She likes to be on top. Outspoken, charismatic, and witty, Jerica has no problem finding herself in charge of things. She has a certain charm that wins over even the most assertive of guys. Jerica is very good at reading people and reading their weaknesses. She knows just what card to play on even the most particular of men. She knows that sometimes, there’s that one guy, that one that she just had to have, that doesn’t fall for that dazzling stare. She doesn’t lose hope though, she studies the guy, finds what will make him hers.
Jerica is a perfectionist, especially when it comes to her appearance. Every flaw that she finds in herself, she tries to fix it quickly and efficiently. The moment she first looked in the mirror and noticed her large forehead first thing, she took scissors to her hair. She cut a perfectly straight fringe, which she trims almost daily to make sure it does not get unruly. When it comes to her weight, another huge imperfection, she started to throw up her meals. Since she trains everyday for the Games, she knows that exercise wouldn’t help her. Instead, she did the first thing that came to mind and took to it. Just another thing she can control.
If there’s one thing she hates, it’s a monotonous lifestyle. That’s why she can’t just be with one guy, she needs something different. A different touch, a different position, a different flavor each night. She has a short attention span; sometimes she even gets bored with someone after only ten minutes with them. Nothing can quench her thirst, nothing can excite her anymore, yet she still goes out looking for it every night.
Being with a different man almost every night provides for a lonely life for Jerica. The loneliness she feels in her gut only fuels the need for attention, though. A never-ending cycle. She knows it’s her own fault; she doesn’t allow herself to get close to people. That’s just not how she does things. She’s grown used to just being with herself.
Jerica doesn’t believe in love. She believes it’s just a fairytale, something for fools. How could she believe in it? She’s never seen it. Every other night she makes love with guys, yes, but they don’t like her, they like her looks. They like her mystery, her smile. Even her own mother, who is supposed to be the role model for all of Jerica’s morals, killed her own lovers, including Jerica’s father. How can there be such a thing as love in the world when even the most intimate of acts can’t change your motives?
The closest thing she does have to love, is her mother. Her mother has always been there for her, whether it be over-feeding her or training her to seduce. She has always been there to listen. Always been the constant person in Jerica’s ever-changing life. Of late, though, Jerica’s relationship with her mother has gotten weaker. Now that Jerica can train herself, her mother has taken up culinary arts again. Jerica stays far away, never wanting to return to that again.
[/justify][/blockquote]Codeword: odairKyra Montgomery was the first and only Victor of the Hunger Games that left with child. Kyra was raised as a career, tough and merciless. When she finally was reaped, her mentor advised her in gaining a quality that the audience would fall for. It was obvious that she would choose sex appeal. Soon, though, she found that this didn’t just affect the audience, but it affected some of the other tributes. The non-Careers, the ones who weren’t expecting such a vicious beauty.
She would lure them in with a cry for help and a pretty face, praying on every human’s weakness: compassion. When her prey just got close enough, she would ruthlessly murder them. One by one, she would play with her prey a bit more each time. Once or twice, when he was cute enough, she would seduce him; she had her needs. Killing males night after night, she had six kills under her belt within three nights.
Kyra didn’t realize she was pregnant until well after the games, during the Victory tour. Fortunately she was able to keep it a secret before having to face the father’s family, though she wasn’t sure which boy was the dad. Kyra raised Jerica by herself, loving being a mother more than she had expected. Kyra had chosen culinary arts as her hobby and made the huge transformation from ruthless killer to stay-at-home mother.
When Jerica was eight years old, her mother had baked a gourmet chocolate cake and served Jerica a single piece. While washing the dishes, she heard her daughter still eating well past one slice. Looking over, her eyes finally something that they had been avoiding for the past few years: Jerica’s shape. Jerica was round. There was no other way to describe it. She was not a child, she was a monster in Kyra’s eyes.
Just because Kyra was a Victor didn’t mean that Jerica wouldn’t be kept from the reaping. And although it is likely to have a volunteer in this district, she couldn’t take the chance. Jerica was in no way fit to be in the Hunger Games, let alone fit to be on National television. Kyra started to train Jerica in more ways than one. She trained her with knives, Kyra’s specialty, and with projectile objects. But she also taught Jerica to be seductive, to be what every man wants. By twelve years old, Jerica was in shape and ready for the reaping.
Jerica has yet to be reaped, but her training continues. Her mother has slowly transitioned back into her old self, though she still kept that motherly touch. Jerica would go out to bars at only the age of 15, easily getting in with one bat of her long lashes. One the way home one night, a man had come up behind her and covered her mouth. “Dressed like you are, don’t act like you don’t want this. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it. The man whispered in her ear with a gravelly voice.
She squirmed as he held her, her hand slowly making its way to her waistband, where her knife was kept. She wriggled it out, waiting for her right arm to be released so she could make a swipe at him. By the time she was able to use her knife, it had been too late. The man took her virginity. And worse of all, he was right, she enjoyed it. She hated herself for it, but it wasn’t her fault, it was his. When he put himself together again, thanking her with a disgusting toothless smile, she slit his throat with one swift move.
Looking down at the dead body, she studied the way the blood beautifully trickled from his neck. By the look at him, the man was homeless. Though the district was wealthy and not like the filth of the lower districts, they still had their share of filth, including this man. Not knowing what to do with the body, she went back to the club and manipulated another vulnerable man into doing it. That night, she couldn’t stop thinking about the man. The way he greedily thrust into her. The way his warm breath hit the back of her neck. The way he fell so gracefully as the life drained out of him.
No one, not even her mother, had told her that sex could be so pleasurable. Most of the time, people only talked about it because of its procreation aspect. The few times people did talk about it in a pleasurable manner, she just assumed they were hyping it up. At just fifteen, Jerica craved sex, craved a man’s attention, craved the feeling of putting that man in his place. She would still frequent the same bars, only growing the courage for a little foreplay.
As time went on though, and she grew more and more into her looks, became more confident, learned the ways of manipulation a bit more, she grew the courage to start dominating men. It made her feel powerful in every way possible. Sex, something that most expect a man to be assertive with, she had control over. The strangers weren’t enough though, they weren’t reliable enough. Sometimes the men she chose, figured out her age or weren’t satisfactory. She had to find someone constant.
Seeing Callidos in school, she wanted him immediately. Blank expression. No interest. She accepted the challenge. Whenever she’s feeling lonely or she can’t find the perfect stranger, she spends her time with him. Both being Careers, they also train together.
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