~ MERRY CHRISTMAS GEEBS ~

MERRY CHRISTMAS GEEBS. So yes I am your secret Santa hehehe. I wasn't so sure what to do because I'm awful at giving gifts tbh, BUT YOU SAID YOU WANTED COLOR PALETTES, SO COLOR PALETTES YOU SHALL HAVE. I hope you like them ^^ (Also, the excerpts chosen from the color palette examples are my favorite parts of each of your character's bios ~)

There was a a time when Zanita Luzell was merely a scared child, her mother was out of work when the hunting areas were closed down and her skills "not needed" at the new factories. Unable to pay for anything, the single mother sent her young daughter off to school and when Zanita came home, she was gone. Just gone. Over the years, the girl has thought up elaborate ways her mother left- running off to the woods and living with runaways, but surely she would have taken Zanita with her? Perhaps, she killed herself- but where was her body? Maybe the Peacekeepers took her in, but for what crime? Being poor? It's something that has always haunted Zanita, and taught her a powerful lesson- never trust anyone. Not even the person who created you.

He wasn't always like this, untouchable and unreachable. He was actually a warm man, more of a gentle chick than a stealthy hawk. However that is in the past now. Cassius is no longer that man, he is a Peacekeeper. He's taken lives. He's a limb of the Capitol body. He isn't allowed to feel, and he won't. However there are times, late at night that the memories come back. The gentle touch of a blush reaches his cheeks as he remembers what life used to be like, but they're wretched away from him just as fast as they appear. He can't think of those memories anymore. He can't be reckless like that anymore. He can't be human anymore. He's a robot, a monster. A organism with no compassion, one that acts with minimum thinking. So far, this has worked out just fine.

Refrain, quiet, beautiful, pleasant, kind and charitable. The perfect lady. Although at times, Sarita does not feel like a lady. Her world is harsh and brutal, and most of the time her mind sugar coats it imagining the far off candy capitol with its bright lights and wonderful people. The girl is blind to the realities around her, the starving children, the horrid, bloody Games aired on television for all to see. She has yet to learn the true lessons Panem teaches it's citizens- the little hero doesn't stand a chance, in life it's the monsters that win.