ANDROMEDA PARKER {D4}

ANDROMEDA PARKER {D4} Apr 27, 2013 21:46:07 GMT -5

Post by Soldier on Apr 27, 2013 21:46:07 GMT -5

[shadow=black,left,300]ANDROMEDA LYNN PARKER[/shadow]
The girl who sings.

^{Name: Andromeda Lynn Parker - call me Andy.

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

District/Area: District Four

Appearance: My momma once said that I reminded her of a daisy. Round-faced, peach skin often tanned by the sun, eyes the color of leaf stems, and blonde hair. I am a flower, Momma said, delicate, pretty, and always singing with the wind. My face seems to be the only thing untouched by the harsh life on the sandy shores. The sand often scratches it up, but in a few days the skin grows back and the roughness of the sand always seems to leave my face smooth. I'll get an occasional sunburn as well, often leaving my cheeks a rosy color, and reddening my forehead. My eyes, Daddy said, were my main sense of beauty, always being the one thing people saw the most when they saw me - that sea green gaze looking up at them timidly. He said that's where he could see my sadness, my pain, or my joy, and my kindness. I am glad he told me that, because now I know the one way I can disguise my emotions, but I usually let them shine through, especially if it's spite and ruthlessness.

I can describe my frame without anyone telling me. All my life I've kept a decent figure. I don't overfeed myself on fish (I don't much care for the lot of them, anyways), and swimming has shaped my body to be slim, but broad-shouldered and strong. I look lean and agile, and let me tell you - I am. I stand at the height of 5'5 and I probably don't weigh over 130 pounds. My body is flawed though, and I don't really want it to be perfect. Years of bending over to dig in the sand has done damage to my back, and I developed a case of scoliosis by the time I was around five. I don't have the time to fix it because I know as soon as I did it would go back to being just as painful, but it often causes me trouble when swimming. Fishing has scarred many parts of my body. My thigh has a huge scar on it from when it got tangled up in a net, and though it is not visible, it's slightly crippled from the event. My fingers are scarred from hooks, along with my arms, and the flesh around my knees are scarred from scraping them on the ocean floor.

Personality: People see me two different ways. There's my family and my close friends who see me as I really am, and then there's the Capitol, the Peacekeepers, and other people from District Four who see me another.

To those who know me well, I am difficult. Stubborn could describe me best. I do what I do when I want to do it, and there is no way I'm doing it unless you kill me first. I am rebellious, and I say horrid things about the Capitol, that if they heard me I'd surely be an Avox. I don't abide by the rules, and I'm like one of those crazy teens who get into deep amounts of trouble - just without the huge trouble parts. I am the most disagreeable person you've ever met - at least Daddy says - and I'm not up to doing something I don't want to do; there are no compromises in my world. Sometimes I think that maybe my family hates me for the way I act, but when you live in a place like Panem, not everyone's personality is rainbows and unicorns, right?

Despite my attempts to be a real pain the butt, I can be comforting to those I love, and I can be kind. I would never betray my friends and family for the luxuries of the Capitol. I would die for them, and I would volunteer for any of them if they happened to be picked for the Hunger Games because I know that even though we're Careers, there's still a chance we could die. Only one lives, right? And it's probably not going to be you. I am fiercely protective of them as well. If you throw one insult directed at my family or my friends, or throw a punch at their face, a knife will be stabbed through your back before you cal even make the insult or attack - literally. I mean it.

To those who don't know me, I am this sweet little teenage girl who is unaffected by anything and everything wrong in this life. Well, if they think that they definately don't know me, and that's how you can classify them out of the rank of those who do. They think I'm this sweet, pretty little girl who sits in her father's fishing tack store all day weaving nets, putting on a smile for customers, and flirting with the guys her age. When I overhear the conversations the people have about the Fishing Tack Owner's Pretty Daughter, it makes me want to go out there and put a knife where their mouth is. To those who don't know me, and what I'm really up to I'm this sweet, bubbly, all-smiles girl who flirts and greets everyone as if they are her friend. Yeah, no. But I guess that's how they view me, and I guess that's best for if they really knew what I was like, they'd turn me in to the Capitol and have my tongue cut out for sure.

History: So, I suppose you are wondering about this deep, dark history of mine. Well, okay. It doesn't really involve me, let's start with that, but the customs of Panem are sick and perverted, and it makes me so mad! I mean - how would you like it if every year you had to watch twenty-four kids get reaped against their will, thrown into an area, and fight until only one of them remains. Think of your friends and family, and how heartbroken you would feel if they got picked, and you knew that once they went in, the probability of them ever coming out again was twenty-three to one. Yeah, see what I mean?

Anyways, I was born to Daegan and Flava Parker and I am the second oldest of four children. I have one older brother, Roman, who is twenty, a younger sister, Clari, who is thirteen, and a younger brother, Vikus, who is ten. They are my favorite people in the whole world, and if anybody hurt them or tried to stick them in that arena, they'd have to go through me. But really right now, the only two of us who could still be put in that arena is Clari and me, and so every day I try to make Clari see that when it comes Vikus's time to be open for reaping, she will have to volunteer for him if nobody else does first.

My family and I have always lived in a white house on the coasts. My father has a fairly successful fishing tack shop in a boathouse next door. That's where we make most of our money, but Roman often brings in a daily income from fishing out with the other fishers. I usually stay around the shop weaving nets with my mom, and teaching Clari the trade, but on my leisure time, from the time I was ten to now, I go out to the lake and swim or fish with the fishermen and women.

Ever since I was around nine, I've always been thinking about the weapon I would use if I ever got into the Hunger Games. It was then that I picked up the ability to throw knives. I had tried my hand at archery, but it seemed as if the scoliosis really affected my form, so I dropped out of that and tried to handle a sword which proved much too heavy at the time, and by the time I grew into one, it might be too late. Next I tried throwing spears, because I often used one to kill fish. It worked, but I didn't like the idea of carrying such a big weapon with me every where. That almost left one last option: throwing knives. I went to my dad's tack shop and looked through piles and piles of things, looking for the right thing to use. Finally, I came across it, a collection of knives used to gut fish. I took three of them and made a target out of wood and spray-painted rings around it like an archery target but a lot smaller. Eventually, after about a year, I was able to consistantly hit the center of the target from almost any direction at any length as long as I could throw that far. Let me tell you, it was a good arm-strengthener.

When I was eleven, my mother died. She had gone out to swim when a riptide carried her out to see and she drowned. Her body was found almost a month later washed up on the shores near the complete end of our District. I was heartbroken, and as the oldest daughter I began to take up the job of an adult woman. I taught myself how to cook, and even used money from swimming contests I won to pay for cooking lessons at the bakery. I learned how to cook fish, bake bread, make salads, and some pastries. I did laundry, took care of the family when they were sick, and helped my dad in the shop. It was hard to keep up with school, so eventually I dropped out, and had Roman teach me the rest of my schooling from his old textbooks from when he was a kid.

It was then that I also developed a love for music. Each night I would recall songs my mom had sung to me when she was alive, and I would teach myself to them. I'd swim, singing, throw knives, singing, weave nets, singing. Eventually, everyone starting calling me 'The girl who sings'. I didn't mind it, I liked to sing and I liked to learn new songs. It comforted me, and it reminded me of my mom.

When I was twelve, I experienced my first reaping. It was so scary, seeing those strange Capitol people, the Victors from previous years, and the screams of all of the excited people. I couldn't help thinking how horrid the idea was, and that was where I developed my hate for the Capitol and the rebellious streak that I carry today.

Since then my time has been occupied in throwing knives, singing swimming, and taking care of my family, hoping for the best, hoping that I never got reaped for the Games.

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