Myror Ramvin, District Eight
Aug 16, 2010 15:49:43 GMT -5
Post by Prenten on Aug 16, 2010 15:49:43 GMT -5
Name: Myror Ramvin
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District Eight
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Personality:
History:Myror's childhood was somewhat normal. She was born to a weaver named Jaina Bloodlock and to a doctor named Peter Ramvin. When she was 9 years old, she was struck by a rampaging horse, which knocked her into a coma for three does. As a side effect of the accident, she suffered from amnesia. This condition wiped out much of her memory. She doesn't remember much of her childhood except for a few pieces. Things like her friends, family. Random landscapes, homes, rooms. Then there were darker things. Quiet sobbing. Pain. Tremendous pain. The angry face of her father. A gun. A peacekeeper. Eventually, Myror and her family pulled through this difficult time. One year later, when Myror was ten, her parents divorced. Here, she developed the cold shell she had now. Her mother lost everything. Including the right to see Myror. Eventually she lost contact with her mother, believing her to be an abusive and mentally unstable person. She quickly developed a tight bond with her father, but this proved to be dangerous...
Two years after the events of her parents separation, when Myror was twelve, an intruder broke into her house and murdered her father. Myror was bound and gagged, and taken away to an unknown building where she was raped and held for several days. She was only fed once a day, with water and stale bread. Eventually, her captor(s) threw her into the street, still bound and gagged, and fled the district. When authorities discovered the girl, she had a lipstick mark on her right cheek. This lead the Peacekeepers to believe her attacker was female. When Myror was told of her father's fate, she folded like a letter. She became reclusive, only going outside of her home to restock on food. The Capitol quickly forgot about her, and she lived alone for a long time...
After about three years since her father was killed, Myror's depression faded and she began to stalk the streets. She had no money left, and nobody wanted to hire her. So, she resorted to using her small stature and agility to help her survive, by stealing and hunting. Even though she was out and about, she still didn't have the confidence to speak with people. It took her a while to develop the social skills she has today. About one year. And now, she openly converses with people. She doesn't know where she's going with her life. But she continues on anyways...
Codeword: Muttations
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District Eight
Appearance:
Myror is quite small. She stands at a mere 5 feet tall. She has a small build as well, only weighing 110 pounds at age 16. But much of that weight is muscle. Despite her tiny figure, she is agile and strong.
She has straight blond hair, typically kept up by a blue barrette. Occasionally she dyes it brown in places. As for her eyes, they are a dark brown. She has a small nose, and small mouth.
As for scars and markings, she has a curved scar running the length of her forearm, a burn mark under her chin and a dent in the left side of her hip. Along with these scars, she has two birth marks. One large one on her right ankle, and the second on her shoulder.
Personality:
They say to watch the quiet ones. Sometimes they are wrong in this regard. In this case, they're right. Myror is quiet, but feisty. She nick-named herself the "Oxymoron Girl" for this reason. She can keep quiet as long as you don't provoke her. If you do though, she will be quiet a handful. Somewhat rebellious, she tends to steal and get into quite a few scraps. She can hold her own and, although it may not look it, she is very street smart. And if you don't know her well, she can be cold and distrusting but, once you get past the rock-hard shell of her, she can be quite affectionate and caring.
Myror is also very decisive. She knows where to strike, and how to make it hurt. A lot. Whether it be on people, or in the infrastructure of the already unstable Capitol, she knows how to push them closer to the edge of insanity.
And however street-smart she is, and however hard she can hit, it isn't hard to topple the frail tower that is Myror. If you stick around with her for a long enough time, she becomes dependent on you to some extent. If you suddenly disappear, she will crumble, mentally and physically.
Physically, Myror is tough. Mentally, she is quite vulnerable. Susceptible to shots at her family, friends, even the person she (may) love. These things can weaken, enrage or even madden her.
History:Myror's childhood was somewhat normal. She was born to a weaver named Jaina Bloodlock and to a doctor named Peter Ramvin. When she was 9 years old, she was struck by a rampaging horse, which knocked her into a coma for three does. As a side effect of the accident, she suffered from amnesia. This condition wiped out much of her memory. She doesn't remember much of her childhood except for a few pieces. Things like her friends, family. Random landscapes, homes, rooms. Then there were darker things. Quiet sobbing. Pain. Tremendous pain. The angry face of her father. A gun. A peacekeeper. Eventually, Myror and her family pulled through this difficult time. One year later, when Myror was ten, her parents divorced. Here, she developed the cold shell she had now. Her mother lost everything. Including the right to see Myror. Eventually she lost contact with her mother, believing her to be an abusive and mentally unstable person. She quickly developed a tight bond with her father, but this proved to be dangerous...
Two years after the events of her parents separation, when Myror was twelve, an intruder broke into her house and murdered her father. Myror was bound and gagged, and taken away to an unknown building where she was raped and held for several days. She was only fed once a day, with water and stale bread. Eventually, her captor(s) threw her into the street, still bound and gagged, and fled the district. When authorities discovered the girl, she had a lipstick mark on her right cheek. This lead the Peacekeepers to believe her attacker was female. When Myror was told of her father's fate, she folded like a letter. She became reclusive, only going outside of her home to restock on food. The Capitol quickly forgot about her, and she lived alone for a long time...
After about three years since her father was killed, Myror's depression faded and she began to stalk the streets. She had no money left, and nobody wanted to hire her. So, she resorted to using her small stature and agility to help her survive, by stealing and hunting. Even though she was out and about, she still didn't have the confidence to speak with people. It took her a while to develop the social skills she has today. About one year. And now, she openly converses with people. She doesn't know where she's going with her life. But she continues on anyways...
Codeword: Muttations
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