Cateline Maria Albertine D7 (Second Go) WIP
Apr 21, 2011 7:30:57 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on Apr 21, 2011 7:30:57 GMT -5
Name: Cateline-Maria Albertine. Easy enough.
Age: I'm currently 13, though I look slightly older.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:
If I walk down the street, nobody would really have noticed me before. I look normal. Now, however, whenever I show my face in public, they know who I am. They know I'm the poor dead girl's little sister that she kept mumbling about all through her time in the Games. It doesn't bring back good memories to me at all. The pain of loosing my sister is still fresh in my mind, because it really only happened a few days before. Before, I was just another blond. Now, I'm the blond who was abandon by her sister, killed by the Games.
I stand around 5'5, which I think could possibly be one inch or so over the height average for a thirteen year old girl. Most of the height comes from my long, skinny legs. Tiny legs that don't seem to have any muscle. Shaky knees. My legs are scratched up, tiny, scabbed up cuts fading into the background of pale skin. One gash, however, sticks out. It's since faded to a background of my pale skin on my left calf, but it's changed me forever. after a run in that I'll go into later. I didn't know at the time, but the gash was deep enough to do something to my leg. Ever since then I can't walk right. It hurts too bad. I'm not sure what the details are, since I was out cold when the information was told to Nadene. She was there by my side through the whole thing, worried sick about her last little clutch of sane family. Now she's gone.
Moving up from my legs, I take a somewhat noticeable hour glass shape. It's not attractive, since I'm a little bit too skinny. Living in District Seven isn't exactly wealthy. I would know. Nadene had been struggling to make ends meet, and she went into the Games mainly with the hope that she'd win and be able to support us. Ever since our parents died we'd been living with our on the verge of insanity aunt, and she can't bring in a dime. Sometimes I'll have to go without eating now a days.
My hair is a sunny blond shade, with a few darker streaks dotted briefly here and there. When not tied back in one long braid down my back like I prefer to wear it like, the hair falls down to a bit above my breasts in sunny blond waves. Recently I haven't been caring with it. Nadene's loss has been taking a toll on me mentally, and I just don't care about my appearance anymore. The hair surrounds my face, which has slightly large, but narrow jaw bones that poke out through the skin a little, creating a slight nasolabial crease. I have semi high cheekbones that don't make much of a difference in my face. Average sized green blue eyes with short eyelashes. Not so full lips, which tend to be chapped. My nose takes a slight tip over my face, which gives me a bit of a strange, witch from fairly tale appearance. I don't have any warts or anything, which would be totally gross, but people always tell me I've got this witch nose. It doesn't seem like it's that big or a jut out to me, but maybe other people see it differently.
[/blockquote]Personality:
Before Nadene's terrible death, I was quite, devoted, and loyal. Not anymore. Her death changed me. It made this bile rise up inside of me, through every fiber in my being I began to hate the capitol. I fucking hate the bastards that killed my sister. Daniella Lamonde did not want to kill my sister. The capitol forced her too. Nadene's ally, Zuka, I think knew that the Capitol was evil. Why couldn't she have done something? No more would I be simple, loyal, and sweet. I wanted to be a rebel. I didn't care at all if they avoxed me, I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight for freedom, so nobody else will ever have to suffer through the pain of loosing a sibling to the Games. or a child. Or a friend. All looses sting like new wounds, which they are.
I've found a way to craft beautiful objects with my long, nimble fingers. I mostly use twigs and a small knife to carve little objects out of the wood and sell them. That might not be totally legal, but we really could use the extra money around here. Actually, I'm sure it's not legal, but rebels don't listen to laws. Yesterday I made a bird out of some grass for Nadene. She won't have anything special for a burial. With the tiny amount of money that we have, we'll be lucky to get her anything that's marked. Maybe she won't even be put in the ground. She'll come back here in a wooden box, but that might just be it. She'll be left to rot somewhere. And the thought stings me.
When Nadene was reaped, I could just feel my heart take a plummet in my chest. I couldn't even begin to think fo what was happening- then, she took the spot. She didn't step down. Why? I knew why. She knew that we were in dire need of money, and took the place in the Games in hope of winning, so we'd never have to worry about making ends meet again, yet she died. She was killed on Day Five. After the train carried her off to her doom, I trashed something. The night was a blur. I have no idea what it was anymore, all I know was that i destroyed it, which is good, because I wanted to make sure everybody knew that I was not the same girl they new before. Nobody could kill my sister and get away with it.
Shortly after, I got into a fight. That didn't end well. The fire in me did not die. It only grew. I was convinced I was avenging Nadene by doing all these illegal acts when really i was just putting shame to the family name. She'd scold me, tell me that I needed to keep my behavior straight and act well, since I would be the last chance at keeping the legacy moving on and blah blah blah. Whenever Nadene is mentioned, it just seems to instantly drill a hole in my heart. It sucks all the weakness out of me, make me feel like that shy and quite little girl i was before she was reaped. It makes me feel innocent again.
I've always had a bit of spunk in my life. Even before I always had this certain spark, of energy before the reaping, and of dark rebellious intentions after the reaping. It shocked me how much I changed. I morphed from an innocent girl into a monster, of some sorts. Nadene would be ashamed to know what her sister had become. The thought shattered me. I remember pressing my face up against the television, thinking her ally Zuka or that Daniella girl was going to die, but not her. She was pretty much in perfect health, just a few small scrapes here and there that were healing up. Then Daniella crushed her skull. I could hear the crack through my TV. That must have been the crack of my sanity as well. People say I've gone insane, with no help from my Aunt. Running away might be good for me. My life is falling into a mess. My mind is always foggy. I don't know if I should stop my rebellious from of grief and go back to the way I was before, or stay like this!
Before Nadene died, I was a calm girl. I never really talked. I was the type to tuck my hands behind my back and just gaze up at someone with round eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible. I was respectful and very quite, always trying to avoid speaking. People didn't seem to notice me much. I was shy like Nadene. We don't look much alike, but we were similar in personality.
I was very motherly and nuruting. When Nadene would go out to make ends meet, I'd work and do chores and such in the house. Make up the beds, straighten up what little furniture we own, crap like that. I usually ended up having to prepare a tiny and useless meal as well. I never seemed to mind. I loved to care for people. I wanted to have my own brood of children someday, but if I continue down my new path, I might never live to even consider a relationship.[/blockquote]History:
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Age: I'm currently 13, though I look slightly older.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:
[/center]I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
If I walk down the street, nobody would really have noticed me before. I look normal. Now, however, whenever I show my face in public, they know who I am. They know I'm the poor dead girl's little sister that she kept mumbling about all through her time in the Games. It doesn't bring back good memories to me at all. The pain of loosing my sister is still fresh in my mind, because it really only happened a few days before. Before, I was just another blond. Now, I'm the blond who was abandon by her sister, killed by the Games.
I stand around 5'5, which I think could possibly be one inch or so over the height average for a thirteen year old girl. Most of the height comes from my long, skinny legs. Tiny legs that don't seem to have any muscle. Shaky knees. My legs are scratched up, tiny, scabbed up cuts fading into the background of pale skin. One gash, however, sticks out. It's since faded to a background of my pale skin on my left calf, but it's changed me forever. after a run in that I'll go into later. I didn't know at the time, but the gash was deep enough to do something to my leg. Ever since then I can't walk right. It hurts too bad. I'm not sure what the details are, since I was out cold when the information was told to Nadene. She was there by my side through the whole thing, worried sick about her last little clutch of sane family. Now she's gone.
Moving up from my legs, I take a somewhat noticeable hour glass shape. It's not attractive, since I'm a little bit too skinny. Living in District Seven isn't exactly wealthy. I would know. Nadene had been struggling to make ends meet, and she went into the Games mainly with the hope that she'd win and be able to support us. Ever since our parents died we'd been living with our on the verge of insanity aunt, and she can't bring in a dime. Sometimes I'll have to go without eating now a days.
My hair is a sunny blond shade, with a few darker streaks dotted briefly here and there. When not tied back in one long braid down my back like I prefer to wear it like, the hair falls down to a bit above my breasts in sunny blond waves. Recently I haven't been caring with it. Nadene's loss has been taking a toll on me mentally, and I just don't care about my appearance anymore. The hair surrounds my face, which has slightly large, but narrow jaw bones that poke out through the skin a little, creating a slight nasolabial crease. I have semi high cheekbones that don't make much of a difference in my face. Average sized green blue eyes with short eyelashes. Not so full lips, which tend to be chapped. My nose takes a slight tip over my face, which gives me a bit of a strange, witch from fairly tale appearance. I don't have any warts or anything, which would be totally gross, but people always tell me I've got this witch nose. It doesn't seem like it's that big or a jut out to me, but maybe other people see it differently.
[/blockquote]Personality:
[/color][/center]These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Before Nadene's terrible death, I was quite, devoted, and loyal. Not anymore. Her death changed me. It made this bile rise up inside of me, through every fiber in my being I began to hate the capitol. I fucking hate the bastards that killed my sister. Daniella Lamonde did not want to kill my sister. The capitol forced her too. Nadene's ally, Zuka, I think knew that the Capitol was evil. Why couldn't she have done something? No more would I be simple, loyal, and sweet. I wanted to be a rebel. I didn't care at all if they avoxed me, I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight for freedom, so nobody else will ever have to suffer through the pain of loosing a sibling to the Games. or a child. Or a friend. All looses sting like new wounds, which they are.
I've found a way to craft beautiful objects with my long, nimble fingers. I mostly use twigs and a small knife to carve little objects out of the wood and sell them. That might not be totally legal, but we really could use the extra money around here. Actually, I'm sure it's not legal, but rebels don't listen to laws. Yesterday I made a bird out of some grass for Nadene. She won't have anything special for a burial. With the tiny amount of money that we have, we'll be lucky to get her anything that's marked. Maybe she won't even be put in the ground. She'll come back here in a wooden box, but that might just be it. She'll be left to rot somewhere. And the thought stings me.
When Nadene was reaped, I could just feel my heart take a plummet in my chest. I couldn't even begin to think fo what was happening- then, she took the spot. She didn't step down. Why? I knew why. She knew that we were in dire need of money, and took the place in the Games in hope of winning, so we'd never have to worry about making ends meet again, yet she died. She was killed on Day Five. After the train carried her off to her doom, I trashed something. The night was a blur. I have no idea what it was anymore, all I know was that i destroyed it, which is good, because I wanted to make sure everybody knew that I was not the same girl they new before. Nobody could kill my sister and get away with it.
Shortly after, I got into a fight. That didn't end well. The fire in me did not die. It only grew. I was convinced I was avenging Nadene by doing all these illegal acts when really i was just putting shame to the family name. She'd scold me, tell me that I needed to keep my behavior straight and act well, since I would be the last chance at keeping the legacy moving on and blah blah blah. Whenever Nadene is mentioned, it just seems to instantly drill a hole in my heart. It sucks all the weakness out of me, make me feel like that shy and quite little girl i was before she was reaped. It makes me feel innocent again.
I've always had a bit of spunk in my life. Even before I always had this certain spark, of energy before the reaping, and of dark rebellious intentions after the reaping. It shocked me how much I changed. I morphed from an innocent girl into a monster, of some sorts. Nadene would be ashamed to know what her sister had become. The thought shattered me. I remember pressing my face up against the television, thinking her ally Zuka or that Daniella girl was going to die, but not her. She was pretty much in perfect health, just a few small scrapes here and there that were healing up. Then Daniella crushed her skull. I could hear the crack through my TV. That must have been the crack of my sanity as well. People say I've gone insane, with no help from my Aunt. Running away might be good for me. My life is falling into a mess. My mind is always foggy. I don't know if I should stop my rebellious from of grief and go back to the way I was before, or stay like this!
Before Nadene died, I was a calm girl. I never really talked. I was the type to tuck my hands behind my back and just gaze up at someone with round eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible. I was respectful and very quite, always trying to avoid speaking. People didn't seem to notice me much. I was shy like Nadene. We don't look much alike, but we were similar in personality.
I was very motherly and nuruting. When Nadene would go out to make ends meet, I'd work and do chores and such in the house. Make up the beds, straighten up what little furniture we own, crap like that. I usually ended up having to prepare a tiny and useless meal as well. I never seemed to mind. I loved to care for people. I wanted to have my own brood of children someday, but if I continue down my new path, I might never live to even consider a relationship.[/blockquote]History:
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