Pixie Cameron, <Capitol> [FINISHED]

pixie cameron

Pixie is a sweet and kind girl. She has been from a very young age. She loves to dance and sing and play. She loved her idea of music being big and famous when she was little. She is a very vain person she always wants to look her best and make everyone believe that she is so much better than them. She loves to look better and act better, despite wanting this she is still a very sweet girl. Most people with her personality of vanity and expensive taste are not good people. They have never suffered real pain or seen the real world. She has had both of those. She has felt real physical pain when she was practically beat by her teachers and tutors and mental anguish from her mother’s death. She has learned to deal with people that are from the richer part of town but she also knows how to be friends with the lower class capitolites because that is what she really is.

She is a great liar and can convince you out of the shirt on your back if she has the motive to do so. She mostly does this when she is upset with someone or she feels like they completely deserve this type of punishment. She loves the fact that she can be sneaky and sly and cunning. She loves the fact that she can turn around and make you believe her opinion with no problems at all from your side. It’s almost like she can control your mind if she has enough power over you. She loves it when people fawn over her and that makes them easy targets to do what she wants them to. The only problem is that she almost never allows this side of her to come out to the open. She would much rather have herself looked at as a little princess then a trickster and a liar.

After her mother died it became hard for her to express her feelings as much as she used to. For a while she thought that everyone was out to get her and make her more depressed by taking something else away from her—like throwing her into the Hunger Games Arena. She can only imagine the fear tributes feel when they walk up to that stage to their death. She wouldn’t be able to do it and that is why she believes the Hunger Games are evil. She hates them with a burning passion and knowing that her father was one of the people that helped put it on and pay for it every year made her sick to her stomach and only made her want to run away more after her mother died.

Pixie was born to a servant in the house of an important man that ran a lot of Capitol business, his name was Lucas Mariello. To the knowledge of the neighbors there was no father to the beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby girl and no one knew who could possibly be the father, unless of course it was Lucas, which of course would never happen because then it would be a scandal. Scandals didn’t happen in that house, ever. Cam’s mother—Delilah Pixton—never told anyone who could possibly be the father so that left it all up to speculation of the rumor mill. Not long after Cammie was born Lucas started to refer to her as his ‘adoptive’ daughter, he never had any kids of his own and no relationships so that left him with his servants and the beautiful little girl that grew up like a queen within the house. From a very young age she learned to play several of the instruments that sat around the large mansion with private tutors, along with private tutors for other subjects that were customary for her to learn. She was the star of dinner parties thrown by Mr. Mariello, she would play everything from classical music to anything they wanted to hear. She knew that she could learn to play anything if she wanted to, songs wise at least. She learned as many instruments as she could possibly learn in her sixteen years on this earth. She loves her instruments and all of the things she has learned in her life, she loves entertaining and being the center of attention.

She started to learn dance at a very young age—ballet was her favorite. She loved to dance around the house doing spins and twirls and she loved putting it to her own music. It was all she could do to talk her father out of putting her in shows around the Capitol and getting her put on talk shows for her talent—which wasn’t all that great to begin with. She loved to dance though so when she had learned most of what she could learn in ballet her father started giving her fighting lessons, mostly in case she ever needed to prove that she was one that was not to be messed with. Her father was a very paranoid person, but she didn’t mind, she liked being able to put dance moves into fighting moves that she learned. Ballet and her balance and grace helped her out a lot in learning to fight, which is another reason why she picked up the basics so quickly. She loves to show other people what she can do, how most times she can take other Capitol children down and not have a scratch on her. Of course these are just the children of the Capitol that have never learned to fight before. If she ran into a district career she would be done for.

A week before she turned thirteen Pixie’s mother passed away from a rare form of cancer that the Capitol had not yet encountered more than one time before. There was no cure for it and her mother new that. She was diagnosed with it when she was a small child and by the time that Pixie was born she had been told she only had a few years left and the doctors told her to live her life to the fullest otherwise she would regret it when she died. She never stopped to tell her daughter that she was dying and just let her daughter’s heart be broken into pieces when she died. When her mother died she was no longer able to function properly and hid out in her room, no longer the center of attention or the star of the shows. She didn’t want to deal with people. When Lucas started to buy her things after things it seemed to her that he was trying to replace her dead mother and that didn’t sit well with her. She didn’t want him to try to replace her mother. She would never have the laughing and the jokes with her again. He didn’t help her mother so she hated him. Her worst experience ever was going to the large funeral thrown for her mother by Lucas where more than 300 people attended. She didn’t know her mother knew that many people let alone knew them well enough for them to come to her funeral.

After about a year of being upset over her mother’s death she finally started to come around again and be more happy then she had been sitting in her room alone and not being able to stop thinking about her mother dying while she lived it up playing music and having an amazing education. She loved the fact that she had lost none of her talent for playing, but even then the things she played a year later were completely different, no longer were they the happy songs that everyone loved to hear from her, but rather the sadder more depressing songs she had learned over her years of practice. Mariello adopted her not too long after she started to be social again and made her as happy as he could with money and gifts that he would always give her. Her mother passing away had changed her though, she couldn’t get the thoughts out of her head about what her mother would tell her and how she would talk to her mother and they would laugh and be happy. Every time she thought about it, it just made her more and more depressed, knowing she would never have that again and knowing that Lucas had never done anything to help her mother. No one knew if her mother’s disease could be helped though. That didn’t matter to Cammie though, not anymore.

At the age of fifteen Cammie started going by Cam feeling her childhood name was too little-kid for her. She was changing and becoming the rebellious teenager every teen needs to be. Instead of playing the songs she was taught on the piano, violin, cello, and flute. She would take the scandalous music of the time and change it putting it on one of her several instruments and then recording it. She would hand it out to other kids that lived in her neighborhood and it could have even trickled down into the lower classes of the Capitolite system for all she knew. She liked being a rebel, her father, however did not like this at all. He would yell and scream at her, grounding her for being out at all hours of the night and the ‘disgustingly hideous music’ she would ‘waste’ her talent playing. She would just roll her eyes and go up to her room to record more. She doesn’t remember where she heard it, but not too long ago she heard of some people running to the outskirts of the Capitol to get away from the crazy people that lived around there. It didn’t take her long to agree to be in this too. After all, she did hate living in that house with her ‘father’ she considered him her father but also at the same time she didn’t. She loved him with all her heart, but she didn’t know her real father and she was getting tired of living in a house that didn’t have one of her parents in it. As far as she was concerned she never had parents, and that is what she told the people that she ran away with ‘I’m an orphan and got my parent’s money’. That was the story she spun, while in fact she had taken money from the fireproof safe in the house and sold all of her expensive clothes that she didn’t want anymore and bought more practical things. It made sense to her and she hoped that the people that she is with will accept her, with however this turns out. She bets her father doesn’t even miss her in that large house of his, or he has a new daughter to fawn over and left her in the dust. She wanted to bring her cello with her but she knew that it was a large item and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to lug it around with her. She decided that it would be too risky to go by Cam Pixton anymore, so she decided that as soon as she ran away she changed her name to Pixie Cameron.