Sundown Swann | District 2 | Hunger Games: The RPG

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Sundown Swann | District 2 Jul 24, 2011 22:22:46 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Jul 24, 2011 22:22:46 GMT -5

Name: Sundown Swann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:

FLORENCE.

Personality:

I know she sings. I don't have a singer and Florence is too <3 to not have Sundown sing. I also know she can be nasty, but that's really it.

History:

I have no idea. Florence is singing too amazingly for me to think about this right now.

Codeword: florence and the machine is amazing?
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Sundown Swann | District 2 Sept 12, 2011 20:05:56 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Sept 12, 2011 20:05:56 GMT -5

I can't handle long bios right now. Gonna try to condense this to minimum again.

sundown "mockingjay" swann
seventeen (eighteen post 59th)
district 2

appearance

Right now, it's 5:30, and the restaurant is mostly empty. There is a busboy and a waitress hard at work, but there are only two patrons actually eating. Rush hour only begins later at night, when the work ends and the rich go out to play. Instead, there's a woman - a girl, actually, standing on the all-too-small stage that has been built at the back of the bistro. She's six-feet tall, and from the toned muscles on her slightly tanned body, it's clear that she is a Career in-training.

Yet one would doubt that she would do fairly well in the games, for each movement seems to knock things over or cause her to trip on her large feet. She looks awkward, with long, lanky legs that seem to be disproportionate to the rest of her body, and a mane of frizzy, bright red hair that seems to get in the girl's eyes whenever she moves, causing annoyance to ripple through the space. Yet, there is a touch of elegance to her - she has a definite figure, akin to a dancer's, even though she doesn't have the coordination to match. And when she looks up, one can see her eyes, which are some sort of muted green color. Perhaps one would find them rather entrancing to stare at, but others would probably shake in terror. Her reputation after all, is not something to laugh at.

She leans forward, tapping three times on the old, decrepit microphone, testing for sound. Nothing is heard. Her lips, coated with a small touch of sparkly lip gloss, frown for a moment, before they lean closer to the microphone, and open. Sounds flow out of them - the voice is smooth and is a slightly lower pitch for a girl. Four words are audible throughout the room, as the mic has decided to pick up her whispers and carry them to the other side. A particularly exhausted career jumps up from his seat as the sound resonates through the enclosed area.

"Check, one two three."

Satisfied, she smiles in relief, turning back around in very turquoise, very tall high heels. She shrugs a leather jacket over her white shirt and black skinny jeans, motioning to her guitarist with a simple nod of the head as she makes her way back to the microphone. Notes flicker into existence for a few seconds, right before an elegant, booming voice flows through the bistro, eloquent words popping into existence, flowing through the ears and back out. Crooked, white teeth flash a smile, and for just a few minutes more, she's in bliss.

personality

She doesn't hate you.

Rather, she hates the fact that you're in her way, preventing her from getting to where she wants to be. Super ambitious Sundown doesn't let anyone get in the way of anything, and this easily results in belligerent, all out nasty moods that get on everyone's nerves. She'll scream and bitch at you until she gets her way, because after all, that's one of the only things that she knows how to do. She knows it's wrong, and sometimes she does feel bad for her actions, but they've solidified her into this elitist group for so long that she feels that going back down will be excruciatingly painful that she can't even try.

But on the plus side, the bullying of sorts has enabled her to gain some sort of confidence that radiates when she sings, or floats off like wisps of a scary aura when she's anywhere else. Yet, it's also caused her to be impatient, with a sour disposition most of the time. Her parents and her sister notice it, and they argue with her all the time, but it always ends in half-assed promises of "doing better next time" and "thinking before acting" which never truly get done. But she's been ingrained into this situation for years now, and at this point she sees the screaming and discipline in her household as meaningless, for if she hasn't followed it now, why would she follow it ever again?

Exactly, so she doesn't. Rather, she has become her own independent person, becoming isolated from her parents, yet more estranged from her group because she doesn't always tag along with them, preferring to go her own way to achieve her own goals. Perhaps she realizes that sometimes you need others to help you, but there's this mentality of "it's only done right if you do it yourself", which prevents her from asking for help, from grudgingly accepting another person's assistance. Yes, she may want your help, but she will not, will not take it. Besides, the strongest survive on their own, the weakest can easily perish. And this is also her mentality for the games, albeit possibly a much more stupid type of thinking when it has to do with your life on the line. But stubborn Sundown refuses to back down, refuses to change, and thus, she is a catastrophe waiting to happen.

history

Peacekeepers Fortis and Virtus were very much in love when they had Sundown and Sunset. Both girls had vibrant red hair, similar to their parents, and they were named as such due to the brightbright hue. After all, although Fortis and Virtus were very well off, they weren't the brightest of the bunch, preferring to use brute force instead of mind games in their interrogations. However, they loved their daughters very much, spoiling them with candy from the shop and fake toys for their eventual entrance into the gateway that is known as Career-dom. By the age of 8, both girls had their own specialties: Sundown was good at memorization, such as first-aid and plant knowledge, while Sunset was great with her skill of weaponry.

But Sundown struggled as she grew up, trying to get used to being outshone all the time. Children would tease her for not being as good as her sister, until of course, she would make them regret it. The troublemaker would throw rocks at her tormentors, kick them until their nose bled and their cries were easily overheard. She got in trouble often, and when she was 14 this escalated to the point where she had detention daily, getting to know others in her group. It was at that point where she joined the "Death Eaters", feeling special as one of the only females in the group. Soon, the Death Eaters ruled the school, kids, able-bodied and weak, fearing the sass that they had. Sundown's vicious personality shined during these frightful years - her evil smirk and actions were infamous.

Yet there was this bond between the members that Sundown was never able to cross, and thus, she turned to music. It helped calm her, enable her to be something that she finally liked for once. Her voice was loud and smooth, and that caught the attention of her guitarist, and the ambitious duo set a new goal besides winning the Hunger Games: Become a Panem-famous band, and play for the Capitol. They would practice daily, ignoring homework and studying in turn for perfecting a chord or hitting a note. They both excelled in music class, and soon it was obvious that the duo had talent, and Sundown, perhaps in a pompous state, created her star name: Mockingjay, for the sweet melodies that it could synthesize into one glorious harmony. Her loyal guitarist on the other hand, was known as Jabberjay, because he/she could harmonize with seemingly anything that Sundown would throw at them.

And thus, their alliance was formed, and although their parents screamed at them, their friends wondered why they had become more distant and their grades dropped significantly, the two were happy for once, and nothing was going to come between their dream, even reality.

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Jul 25, 2011 18:20:51 GMT -5 shrimp said:

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Our story begins in a little bistro in the heart of District 2. A popular destination for Peacekeepers-in-training, the bistro is eloquently decorated - dark wood covers the floor and similarly colored panels cover the walls. A few paintings are hung up, showing the prominence of the owners - they are rich, that much is certain. The place is old - created just after the dark days. Cobwebs are built on the corners between the ceiling and walls, and and a few of the floorboards creak at spots, but District 2 is wealthy enough for the owners to have continued running the small restaurant for generations, and the place has become eminent among the crowds of people flocking to the District. The wave of travelers coming to the mountain-top district to train and work has slowed, but the reputation of "Petaurum" has not. The food is known to be good, but the entertainment is top-notch.

Right now, it's 5:30, and the restaurant is mostly empty. There is a busboy and a waitress hard at work, but there are only two patrons actually eating. Rush hour only begins later at night, when the work ends and the rich go out to play. Instead, there's a woman - a girl, actually, standing on the all-too-small stage that has been built at the back of the bistro. She's six-feet tall, and from the toned muscles on her slightly tanned body, it's clear that she is a Career in-training.

Yet one would doubt that she would do fairly well in the games, for each movement seems to knock things over or cause her to trip on her large feet. She looks awkward, with long, lanky legs that seem to be disproportionate to the rest of her body, and a mane of frizzy, bright red hair that seems to get in the girl's eyes whenever she moves, causing annoyance to ripple through the space. Yet, there is a touch of elegance to her - she has a definite figure, akin to a dancer's, even though she doesn't have the coordination to match. And when she looks up, one can see her eyes, which are some sort of muted green color. Perhaps one would find them rather entrancing to stare at, but others would probably shake in terror. Her reputation after all, is not something to laugh at.

She leans forward, tapping three times on the old, decrepit microphone, testing for sound. Nothing is heard. Her lips, coated with a small touch of sparkly lip gloss, frown for a moment, before they lean closer to the microphone, and open. Sounds flow out of them - the voice is smooth and is a slightly lower pitch for a girl. Four words are audible throughout the room, as the mic has decided to pick up her whispers and carry them to the other side. A particularly exhausted career jumps up from his seat as the sound resonates through the enclosed area.

"Check, one two three."

Satisfied, she smiles in relief, turning back around in very turquoise, very tall high heels. She shrugs a leather jacket over her white shirt and black skinny jeans, motioning to her guitarist with a simple nod of the head as she makes her way back to the microphone. Notes flicker into existence for a few seconds, right before an elegant, booming voice flows through the bistro, eloquent words popping into existence, flowing through the ears and back out.

"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air,
I know I can count on you.
Sometimes I feel like saying 'Lord I just don't care'.
But you've got the love I need to see me through."

It's late now - the crowd has already gathered, the food already being served. They're listening to her, some only out of politeness, some coming there simply for the entertainment. But she's being heard, and in her mind this is truly all that matters. For is someone who can take her away from this misery hears this, perhaps they'll act. And that's all that she can hope for. She brushes a bright red strand of hair out of her face, drastically different than before. Makeup is expertly adorned on her face - the eyes are accentuated by hard-to-find golds and expensive rose covers her cheeks. Perhaps it shows of her slight affluence a bit too much, but Peacekeepers and the sort are rich enough to not care. She continues to sing, gripping the mic with two hands, the nails polished and painted a bright robin's egg blue. It matches her dress, which is the same hue and sensible enough to cover most of her legs. She may be "popular", but she refuses to dress like such, even on special occasions. She has a reputation to uphold, and even though it is less than savory, she would be proud in future years to say "I did not dress up like a slut. That was always above me."

Crooked, white teeth flash a smile at the crowd, and for just a few minutes more, she's in bliss.

"Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough,
And things go wrong no matter what I do.
Now and then it seems that life is just too much,
But you've got the love I need to see me through."

We're going to go back a bit, because it's rather important to understand how she ticks. It's not that far - just a few hours. In fact, it's about 6:30 right now, and Sundown's just waking up to go to school. There she is right now - do you see her? She's the one who's screaming at her sister about hogging the bathroom again. You see, they're twins, but each of them take a particularly long time in the bathroom and Sundown is rather impatient today. After all, it's gig day. Today, she's going to be performing at Petaurum, and she doesn't want to be late to the practice because she gets a detention for tardiness. If she's to get a detention, she would prefer that it's for something much more badass. It boosts her reputation that way. She's already known for her spite and for hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Detention will simply help her in that sense, although today it will do anything except for that. Petaurum doesn't like temperamental singers after all, and lateness counts for that. "If I get kicked out of Petaurum, it's all your fault!" she dramatically yells.

The door finally opens, and the day begins with rapid-fire insults directed at each other, accompanied with their mother screaming at them to "shut the hell up and get downstairs".

Yeah, you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
You don't even see the sun
Can't you see the sun?

history

You can't be shocked that I might want to leave
The way you're living's like you're half asleep
You just drain me
If I go who could blame me?

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Last Edit: Dec 27, 2011 12:29:48 GMT -5 by shrimp

shrimp Retired Staff 1,953 POSTS Pronouns: he/his last seen Oct 19, 2020 18:16:41 GMT -5	Sundown Swann \| District 2 Sept 21, 2011 17:59:04 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by shrimp on Sept 21, 2011 17:59:04 GMT -5 fin.

L△LIA RP Tutor 3,574 POSTS last seen Jun 24, 2019 15:25:10 GMT -5 BOOM SH△KALAKA	Sundown Swann \| District 2 Sept 21, 2011 18:24:03 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by L△LIA on Sept 21, 2011 18:24:03 GMT -5 ~~FLOREN— I MEAN:~~ SUNDOWNNNN <33333 I really do hope you finish the longer version of her bio some time, because it's freaking fabulous so far, but this is also love love love, so: ACCEPTED
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