{Shakti Kaamuk} {District 10-Mayor} {Finished}

Shakti Kaamuk

So here's the stuff that is impossible not to know about our wonderful mayor. Her name is Shakti Kaamuk. She if female. She is forty-three. She lives in District 10. She is heterosexual. She works at the Justice building. Her favorite colors are Red Scarlet Love, Lover, Seed Pearl, and Princess Jewels.

Appearance

You are walking down a long corridor in the Justice building. Maybe you're doing a research paper for school, maybe you're coming because you are studying to be a lawyer, or maybe you're even meeting somebody for a date. Whatever reason, a long line of portraits to your left. They are of the mayors of Ten. They go back and back and back, to times before the Dark Ages. Your eyes travel down the lavish paintings, taking in the swirls of colorful paint, the faint pencil marks of an outline, the small signature in the bottom right corner. Your eyes land on the portrait at the end of the line; it is the one of the current mayor, Shakti Kaamuk. The painting is only about ten years old, but still the paper is yellowing and the corners try to curl up out of the frame.

At the crest of her long, slender face is medium-length, thick, dark brown hair. The color is that shade of dark brown that you could call black, but it would be inaccurate. The thick bundle of hair sweeps past her shoulders, ending right where her shoulder blades end. The part runs straight down the middle of he her head. She has never bothered to move her part to either side of her forehead, for she has no use of bangs.

Her locks are neither naturally straight nor naturally curly. They are naturally wavy; the waves shooting down her hair seem never-ending. While she is the mayor, her district is still one of the fairly poor districts. She has the contraptions for changing the texture of her hair, but normally she doesn't have the electricity to us them. She likes her hair wavy, but she usually straightens it flat whenever she's attending important events. On the days where the electricians are forced to have the power on twenty-four-seven, such as the reaping or game days and recaps, she normally snakes a few extra watts into her house for he beloved straightner.

Below the dark chocolate wisps is a large forehead. Shakti's skin was unlike most citizens of Ten. Most citizens had a golden tan from the sun or skin that was a dark brown from their ancestors. Her skin was a shade of brown that is pretty light. It never bothered her that pupils would enlarge and eyebrows would raise when she was little. Her parents always told her during her first year of school that she should be proud of her individuality. She would always shrug, tighten her hair bows, and march out the door.

Etched thin across her face are a pair of eyebrows that always give her a look that suggests she knows something you don't. Lying directly underneath her light brown eyebrows are huge, round eyes. The shade of her eyes is the exact same shade of hair; it's the darkest of dark browns, appearing to be black. Her eyes give her a look of youth. They sparkle and shine, making them appear as if they belong to a young child. Framed by long eyelashes that appear to be true black, the appearance of a child is obliterated.

Between her eyes is a nose that fits awkwardly on her face,not really taking a shape of any polygon; it just appears to be a mini cliff glued to her skull. On the side of her head are two ears that are moderately large. The top half is normally hidden behind her hair, exposing only the important half. The lower half of her ears are always adorned with a variety of earrings. Both of her ears are double pierced, so that way she can wear twice as many earrings as most people do.

Just above her chin are small, plump lips. She can't stand the shade of pink her lips naturally are, so she often paints coats of lipstick on them. Whenever she doesn't wear lipstick, though, she piles of the eye shadow and mascara, hoping to draw attention away from her baby pink lips. She once considered getting her lip pierced, so she could show off another collection of sparkling jewelry. She thought about how awkward it would be to eat, though, and threw away the thought.

Shakti is on the fence of normal weight and overweight. It shows all throughout her body. Her arms are more fat than anything else. She has never really bothered to work out; she is not only the mayor, but a woman. "What need is there to work out?" is something she would tell people when they suggested exercise programs. They couldn't retaliate the woman issue, most women never felt the need to exercise anyways, but they could retaliate the mayor part. They told her of how being mayor meant she needed to keep up her appearance, but like most ideas, she tossed it away.

Short, chubby fingers connect to the equally small and chubby palms. The long, polished nails brush past her mid-thighs. Her legs are not as thick as someone her weight should be. They are a normal size; the size a woman her age of normal weight would have. Her legs are long, pushing her to a height of five feet and eight inches. Whenever she weighs herself on the old, rusted scale in her pastel painted bathroom she normally weighs about 150-160 pounds.

Slightly embarrassed by the pudgy skin in her middle, she normally wears clothes that hide her weight, such as loose fitting tops and dresses. Occasionally, she will wear something tight, but it will only be tight in areas where she wants it to be. Shakti doesn't have an preference in style or shades, she just cares that she gets the best clothes in Ten. Along with previous Victors, she is one of the most important and one of the most well known people in her district. She is usually indoors, faking her work, but whenever she steps into the natural light, she wants to look her best.

Her pants aren't much to describe, considering she usually wears the glamorous dresses she buys, whether they are from her hometown of Ten or from the Capitol. She has a plethora of tight fitting jeans, loose fitting jeans, and dress pants in her closet, though. They are all mostly dark colors, rich reds and brilliant blues. She owns a few shirts of brighter colors, yellows and oranges and pinks, but nothing green. Oh no, nothing green.

Sparkling, glittering, jewelry is always a part of Shakti's outfits. Everyday she has necklaces laced around her neck, rings intertwined with her fingers, and bracelets wrapped around her wrists. She always tries to match her jewelry with her outfit because her jewelry is her most prized possessions. She can't imagine a life without it. It makes her feel beautiful when nothing or nobody else can.

Personality

The picture captures every detail of the woman's appearance. You're intrigued; you want to know more of this woman. Even though she is the current mayor, you know nothing of how she acts. Leaving behind whatever you came here for, you make your way to a room filled with tapes and cds and DVDs. You paw through the shelved items, finally finding what you're looking for in a thin, navy blue case. A small television set is in the far corner of the room, begging for you to pop the disc in.

Hesitantly, you slide the slender circle into the slot. The DVD begins playing instantly, showing a blonde woman you don't recognize, for you only get glimpses at her face, and then you see Shakti, facing the camera with an elegant smile. The woman introduces herself, you don't recognize the name, and then Shakti. The woman dives straight into the questions, but Shakti is prepared, carefully crafting her answers. You keep the volume down low; you don't want anybody to find you.You lean forward, trying to get as close as you can to hear.

"So, Mrs. Kaamuk, why do you believe you won?"

Shakti smiles, locking away the answers of how she tipped the ballot by bribing people with her precious jewelry and blackmailing people with secrets as old as time. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and clears her throat. "Well, I believe I won because I like to think of myself as an enthralling speaker. I try to captivate my audience. If you aren't an exciting person, then you have nothing to work with. I want them to believe that the words I say."

"Are you saying you are a liar, Mrs. Kaamuk?"

Shakti gasps as if this accusation if false. She knows she has slipped up, and that she must bury the truth. "Of course not! It's just that sometimes people think you are a bunch of bologna, you know? I'm very honest. I mean, I would have done anything to win, but I wouldn't lie to my fellow citizens."

She slips in a wink, aimed at the people who helped tip the ballot. " You used to be such a procrastinator when you were in school, weren't you? How will this affect your work?"

Smiling once more, Shakti slips away another secret in her mind. She knows she won't do anything that doesn't either appeal to her or help her in any form, shape, or fashion. "I think I'll be able to tackle my work, thank you very much. I won't be able to put anything that helps everybody in Ten. That would just be wrong, wouldn't it?"

The blonde woman nods sympathetically. "Yes, yes, I understand. Now tell me, what are some things about you that you think will help you with being mayor?"

"Well, I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I have always been extremely intelligent. I always had all A's on my report cards in my school. The Capitol offered me a high paying job as a brain surgeon, actually. Those people have to be extraordinarily smart, you know. I turned them down though. I knew my true calling was politics. Even though I know it will have to be my voice that helps me through this, my brain still helps me make the best of the decisions.

"I like to think of myself as charismatic. I find myself very influential. I suppose I could manipulate any person if I chose to." She winks again, sending out another hint of the future.

You turn the television off, knowing this is not the real mayor. Only a few things are true, but you cannot pick out what really is the truth. You turn the case the DVD came in over in your hands, and a few note cards slip out and into your lap. You eagerly grab at them, seeing the words me and I and my over and over. The cards have been written by Shakti herself. The first line reads, this is not the true me. You countinue reading on and on, soaking up the information. You finally sort it out in your brain, summarizing what you have read.

She's a liar, a compulsive liar. She lies to keep her citizens happy so she can keep her job. She only cares for a few people. She doesn't mind ruining people or backstabbing them; she will do anything to keep her job and the money and keep moving forward. She tries to appear as friendly as possible, so that she can keep her people in her favor. She has always been a procrastinator, and she has always been lazy. She was true about many things though. She is an attention-drawing speaker; she could turn the tide with her voice.

She also has always been very intelligent, ever since she was a little girl. She was true about manipulating people. With her powerful voice and her wonderful mind, she could manipulate any person easily without lifting a pinky. She uses a cover that makes her look like a hard-working mayor. She feeds the flames with bribes, blackmail, and promises she can actually keep. Lately, though, she's been running low on fuel.

History

At the bottom of a note card is the name and number of a room and the title of a book. You drop everything and race down the halls seeing the sky through the glass begin to turn into a mixture of warm colors. The room isn't far away. You find the book as easily as you found the room. The book isn't too thick, nor is it too thin. Either way, you crack the book open and paw through the pages.

Shakti Kaamuk was born into one of the richest families of Ten. She never had any siblings, so she was always showered with gifts, even as a newborn. This was always an advantage to her. She was raised with only the best of things for most of her life. Money always decided how she would live.

When she was a young, in her toddler days, she was always lonely. Her parents both worked at their own shop near the square. It was always busy, and thus her parents were rarely ever home. Of course, there was always the equally lonely teen babysitter that always needed some cash. They never talked though, since they had an age difference of about twelve years.

When she finally entered school, she had a much better life. She was a popular girl, even at the ages of five and six. She always had gracious friends that would go home with her everyday to keep her company until her parents would come home. Her parents would always buy her a plethora of toys, insisting that she play with these when she got home and not the children her parents didn't know. She would always sigh and wrap a wave around her finger, not wanting to tell her parents of how the "strangers" were more family to her than they were.

Her day-to-day life never seemed to change for years and years. She would go to school, come home with friends, greet her parents at their arrival, repeat, repeat. Her parents were always concerned of their darling little girl when she never asked for help with homework, never asked any questions of anything related to school. They never bothered her, though. They wanted to keep her happy.

By the time Shakti was ten, she was the most popular girl in school, and she used that to her advantage as well as her money and brains. She had such a happy life at school, but outside of it was such a different story. Her parents started coming home later and later, but they always brought large stacks of money with them. Their innocent daughter would raise her brow, but in the end, she turned her shoulder to them, letting them continue on with what they were doing.

Middle school brought new challenges to the brilliant girl. She had to fight to be the top, and in the end it was always her. She began slacking at her work that was to be done at home, though. She could easily manipulate the boys her age with her curves, and her assignments would always be done for her. The boys came chasing for her, but her parents insisted she shouldn't date. They told her that she was going to be having an arranged wedding when she grew older. Her parents didn't know that this only made her desire to date stronger.

She always dated boys behind her parents back, but she would never be seen with them after school. She would always get caught by teachers kissing under the stairs, ending her in detention. She always managed to get home before her parents, so they never knew. The thrill of all this brought new perspectives into her view. Perspectives of manipulating and power.

Her freshman and sophomore year were great for her. She clung to her power like it was her life source. She was always the top girl at school. She never bothered with her homework anymore; she had learned all sorts of ways into tricking people into doing her work for her. The boys still came chasing, and she never stopped them. One time in her sophomore year, she was caught in her parents room with a boy. Her parents were so shocked; they immediately went to go gamble, and they lost practically everything.

When people realized the Kaamuk's didn't have as much money as they used to, Shakti slipped. She lost her title as queen bee; she lost any bit of popularity she had left. The boys ran away from her; the ones that had ever gotten her were embarrassed that people would find out that they had dated. She used this to her advantage though, blackmailing the boys with these secrets so her work could still be done for her. She passed high school with flying colors, with obvious help of these guys.

She immediately wanted back the money and power she had in her earlier teens when she left school. Her parents knew how much they all wanted the money they used to have, and they finally arranged a marriage with a wealthy man. The wedding happened only a few months of dating, meaning she got married at the age of nineteen. She was truly in love with this man, and she believed he was that much in love with her too. Their marriage lasted for years, and she would sometimes steal money from this man, sometimes sending it to her parents, sometimes using it for her fashion pieces.

Their marriage seemed so perfect. They never tried to have kids, though, always claiming that they were too young. A little bit after their six year anniversary, he discovered about Shakti and her usage of his money. He accused her of only being in this for the money, and immediately filed for a divorce. Other than the couple's parents, nobody ever really knew about the marriage. It was a secret that she could use later.

Her parents convinced her she needed to get remarried and be happy. They wanted grandchildren as much as she wanted children. Reluctantly, she snatched up another man after only a month. She was still in love with her ex-husband, but she knew she needed to have a family so she could have somebody to make her happy. She was married after only a few months of dating once again. A year later, she had her first child at the age of twenty-six. She had a handsome baby boy, one who had blue eyes like his father and light brown skin like his mother.

Another two years later, she had a baby girl, the opposite of her older brother. The baby had dark brown eyes and fair skin. These children were everything to Shakti. Her husband had the occupancy of most men of Ten, a rancher. It didn't pay much, so she quickly dove into politics to save her family from debt.

Luck sprang up when she was thirty-two, an opening for mayor. She signed up quickly, hoping she wouldn't have much competition. She didn't have much competition, but they were all better people than her. She knew she needed to tip the ballots when voting came. She didn't know how well her fake promises and smiles had worked, and she needed something for a just-in-case cause. She bribed a few citizens, not wanting the word to get out. It still wasn't enough, and she knew what would do it.

She blackmailed her ex-husband, threatening to reveal their marriage unless he got her votes. She hated to do this, seeing him happy with his beautiful blonde wife and three adorable children. He agreed with no hesitation, and she couldn't believe she had actually helped her. Because of him, she had won.

She has spent her decade in office to help live her life back home in comfort and style. Her two kids are now in high school, and she needed to keep them as happy as she needed to keep her citizens. She doesn't care for the citizens at all, but she does need to stay on their good side so she keeps her job. She is excellent at covering up. She occasionally does some work, but usually uses her old tricks to manipulate people into doing it for her.

She tries to do this as secretly as possible, not wanting it to get around the district. Ever since she ran for mayor, she's always been afraid somebody would expose her for what she's done. Nobody ever has, but she still lives in terrible fear that somebody will catch her. She's always afraid it will be her ex, always parading around in front of her with his wonderful family as if he's purposefully trying to hurt her. He obviously isn't in love with her anymore, but she still is in love with him. She always yells at herself to get over him because she has a family, but the same question always comes to mind. How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

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