Braelyn Ashe, Avox/Wanderer -FIN-

They say you can know a person from looking into their eyes. That their gaze can tell you things their mouth never will. I can tell you, however, that is a lie. Eyes can be manipulated in a way to hide the truth, to radiate an air of innocence that fools so many. My friends, do not be deceived by mere outer beauty, it may hide the ugly truth.

The first thing you notice on Braelyn is her eyes. Blue doe-like irises stare at you, completely enveloping your very being in her gaze. The emotionless glare burrows itself into your soul, and you know you'll never forget it. Then something unexpected happens, her eyes lighten and the captive hold they had on you is suddenly released. Previously hard, unforgiving pupils have been replaced by softer, loving ones. Then she flashes you a slight, unexpected smile. How can someone like this have done something so horrendous enough to become an avox? They must have mistaken her for someone else. There is no way someone like this could ever do something so wrong.

Soft, brown curls float their way down past her shoulders, and seem to billow effortlessly in the breeze. The brunette locks frame her oval face in such a beautiful manner, it takes all your self control not to reach out and touch her, just to see if she really exists. Sending her away to fetch you a beverage, you are able to get a better look at the rest of her frame. She is slender and tall, standing at approximately 5'6, and you estimate that she must only weigh 120 pounds at the most.

Curves do not exist on her body. Everything about her is thin. From the flat chest that rests below her head, to the narrow thighs that refuse to touch. If the winds blow strong enough, you wonder if she would fly away. She's walking back towards you now, and you take in what you see. Pale skin stretches over her bones, the light from the sun projects itself off of it. It almost pains your eyes to stare at her for a prolonged period.

What's this? As she turns and leans over to place the drink in front of you, a scar curving it's way across her upper neck line makes itself visible. Could she have acquired this from struggling against the peacekeepers? You shove the thought away. It's no use putting so much interest into an avox, it's forbidden to associate with them in the first place. With a wave from your friend, she walks away, and you turn your attention back to the others in the room with you.

Personality

Braelyn was once a strong spirited, fiery woman with a zeal for life that would not succumb to anyone's demands. She lived her life the way she imagined she should, and nothing was going to change that look. Nothing, that was, until she became an avox.

It's funny how traumatic events can change a person completely. To see a girl full of life with a positive outlook sink into a state where she craved death, is, unbearably saddening. To watch as a girl who previously stood up for what she believed, to fall to her knees at the sight of a single person is heartbreaking. The transformation in Braelyn didn't happen immediately. Funny how a year of beatings and assaults changes a person over the course of time.

Braelyn doesn't know who she is anymore. Any resemblance of her former self is buried so deep inside her, she's positive she'll never see that again. She vaguely recalls her old home, in which she spent copious amounts of time with family and loved ones. That's all she could ever want back, but she knows that's the one thing she'll never get.

History

It's nearly two in the morning as you wander down the hall of your host's house. The lights illuminate the path down to the kitchen, which is your destination. Upon entry, you discover the girl that had captivated you at dinner. She snaps her head in your direction, and fear covers her expression. You raise your arms up, and tell her you won't say anything. Then an idea comes into mind. You glance around for on lookers, and confirming that there are none you take her into your bedroom. This is your chance, to find out all the answers to you questions, to know why she is really here.

Sitting her on your bed, you pull out a notebook and write the question, "What's your name?" and hand it to her. She glances at it for a moment before writing, "Braelyn." You begin to scribble a bunch of questions onto the pages, and before you know it, you've filled the entire page. Handing it back to her, you note the surprised expression on her face as she does her best to answer all your questions. You watch her every move as her hand flutters across the paper. Your eyes scan the pages as she writes as you try to understand this mysterious girl better.

Where are you from?
I'm from District One, I used to be a career there. I miss those days.

What was home like?
It was wonderful. I had a good family and I had everything I ever wanted. I was happy. I guess I took it all for granted. I should of been a better person to them.

At this point you can see tears forming in her eyes as she struggles to maintain a straight face. You think about stopping her, but hesitantly let her continue.

Where did the scar on your neck come from?
They're from the peacekeepers who turned me into an avox.

Why are you an avox?

The girl drops her pen and stares at the question. She turns her head and looks at you, as your head shakes reassuringly back towards the paper.

Well, naturally I can remember the day like it was yesterday. I was at a club with some of my friends, when they decided to go home. I should of gone with them...but I was too ignorant and wanted to party some more. It got later and the club started to die down, so I headed home. It was only a few blocks back to my house so I didn't think nothing about walking home. I saw a group of three peacekeepers walking towards me, and by the way they stumbled towards me, I knew they were drunk.

Her hand becomes so shaky, and the words become harder to read. You drape your arm around her and rub her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. She wipes away the tears, but not before a few drip on the pages, blurring a few of the letters.

They were to much for me to handle, all three of them came after me. They carried me into an alley and raped me. I felt so, dirty and used by the time they were done, I wished they would have killed me instead. Two of them started walking off in the other direction, but the other decided to stay around.... I, couldn't control myself...all my anger exploded and... and I murdered him. I can still feel the way his neck snapped between my two palms. The others must have sensed something was wrong because they came running back and they threw themselves on me and one held me down with a knife to my neck as the other cut my tongue out. Then more and more peacekeepers flocked to the area. I blacked out then and woke up, here, in the Capitol.

At this point she is in full tears and sobbing uncontrollably. You give her a hug, and reassure her that things will be okay, even though you are not so sure yourself. She eventually regains her composure and grabs the pen again.

Can I tell you a secret?

Yes hesitate before writing yes as your answer, wondering what she could possibly have as a secret. She looks at you and quickly writes on the paper and hands it back to you as she stands up.

I'm leaving.

At that, she lunges for the doorknob and flees down the hallway. That was the last time you saw her.

Braelyn managed to escape through the Capitol's sewer systems that ran out to a river nearby. She struggled to maintain her balance on the wet concrete as she sprinted through the maze of tunnels. She prayed she was heading in the right direction as she slipped past the scant peacekeepers in the grimy tunnels. No one favored working in the sewers, and Braelyn favored that fact. After a few hours she had made it. The rising sun was a welcome sight to her, the warm rays beckoning her to keep moving. She washes off in a nearby pond, and pulls herself together before running into the vast woods. She doesn't know where she is going or how she will survive, but anything is better than where she was before.















*note* I kind of got skimpy on the personality section, but I think that's because I'm not too sure how she's going to turn out in the first place.