Nessie Conradi - D2 [FINISHED]

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a p p e a r a n c e » uptown girl

It's safe to say that Nessie Conradi isn't the nicest-dressed person in District 2, and boy does she want to keep that reputation upheld. As D2's resident tomboy, she flat-out refuses to wear dresses, or skirts, or anything of the sort. Anything that resembles girly and it's straight in the rubbish - although Nessie doesn't really mind pink. Normally found in a tidy set of her brother's outgrown t-shirts and jeans (a deal sought out by her parents that if she was going to dress like a boy, she'd have to at least look well-presented), her feet don the occasional pair of trainers - or her beloved set of roller blades she'd been given by her brother Jem for her 13th birthday. Having Jem work for the Peacekeepers that helped manage exporting items to the Capitol sure came in handy, and rolls around the town whenever she can, the envy of others her age. When winter rolls around, her skates have to be stored under Nessie's bed and replaced with boots to stop her toes from freezing - bitter about the snow that stopped her favourite mode of transport.

Nessie know's she's not the prettiest girl in District 2, despite what her parents tell her - so she doesn't really make an effort with what she looks like. Her hair, brown like her brother's and stopping a few inches past her shoulders, is usually wind-swept and messy by the time the day has ended. She occasionally ties it up, but mostly let's it hang by itself, framing her face. Her skin is smooth and a tanned, olive colour from all her days out in the sun - but she still has to watch out for sunburn. Although not the skinniest girl in District Two, her active lifestyle keeps her in shape, as she never partook in Career Training like many others her age. A few light freckles dot Nessie's oval-shaped face and limbs as a result of hours spent outside, speeding around town or hanging out with her friends. Greeny-brown eyes that Nessie never quite concluded as to what colour they actually were are nestled above her nose. Nessie hates, hates, hates her nose - the one thing that bothers her about her appearance. She's convinced it's too big and looks like a potato, despite everyone denying her statement to be true.

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Y'know, all the girls 'round here tend to wear loadsa make up and dresses and try to look way older than they really are, but I reckon' it's stupid. I'd rather look like a two year old than a twenty year old, y'know? I ain't the prettiest girl around, so I won't bother to try and pretend to be something I'm not.[/i][/blockquote]

p e r s o n a l i t y » mischief managed

Nessie loves to laugh - and loves to make others laugh even more. She's outgoing and a little hyper at times, but her bubbly personality is a real mood-lifter, but too much of it can be a little overwhelming. Because of her tomboyish traits, having grown up with her brother and his friends, Nessie had always found it hard to make friends with other girls. Instead she zooms about with boys her age, which make up her group of friends. Nessie is an 'honourary boy', having tagged along with her brother as a young child, she's used to being thrown around and knows how to stand her ground. If she falls over, she'll get right up. Always up for a dare, she's often in trouble at school or with her parents for getting caught up to no good. Although she's got the backbone for mischief making, Nessie's plans aren't always thought through very well - resulting in punishment usually doing horrid, tiresome chores which she hates. Because she's built up an infamous reputation for waywardness, everyone almost immediately puts the blame on her - much to her unfair distaste.

A bad habit or two or three or four or five isn't uncommon within Nessie. She bites her nails when nervous, taps her foot when impatient, speaks her mind before realising what she's said. The last one especially has gotten her into the bad books of many a person, though she tries her best not to end up there. It's not that she tries to be rude, or anything. She's just... blunt. Very blunt. Most of the time people mistake her observations for purposely trying to cause trouble, and gets on the wrong side of people fast. No matter how hard she tries to explain that she didn't mean any harm - and believe me, she tries - they simply won't listen, and that pisses Nessie off a great deal. In a huff, she'll walk off, quietly muttering under her breath. She tends not to bother attempting to heal up the already damaged relationships between herself and other people in fear of creating even more destruction than she already accidentally created.

Fearless, fiesty and proud, Nessie thrives on activity. She simply cannot stand boredom. It eats at her slowly, driving her to patter around her household and annoy her parents to the brink of insanity before they boot her out the house to go roller-blade for a few hours. She's used to the occasional stare of bizarreness from people who haven't seen her gliding along the smooth concrete flats of District 2, but most locals are aware of her and her unique way of getting around, viewing it as almost normal and of no surprise when she whips past shoppers and passer-bys. Nessie Conradi, the girl with the skates - secret envy of all her own age and often a nuisance when her crowd of strident boys run in tow to keep up with her.

Although Nessie tends to do what she pleases, when it comes to doing not-so-nice tasks she's terribly lazy, and really does put the pro in procrastination. Homework is barely handed in, or if done, at the very last minute and scrawled on a piece of paper. She's certainly capable of putting in effort, she just lacks the capacity to do so. Why do chores and homework when there are plenty of other more interesting, exciting things to do instead? Nessie's room is almost always a pigsty, and has to be threatened by her parents to clean up or her skates will be taken away until it's reasonably tidy. Grudgingly, she does the minimum standard and is out the door and rolling down the street out of sight, her male buddies running after her before her parents can call her to come back home.

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Chores are booooor-ing! So is school. Man, I can't stand them prissy, stuck up girls who think they're all better than erre'one else. Ugh. I'd shove 'em in some dirt if Mom and Dad didn't warn me 'bout gettin' rid of my skates if my behaviour didn' improve. I'd get the boys to sort 'em out instead, but they all say they can't hurt girls. Have I mentioned my brother Jem yet? You probably al'ready know him, but if ya don't, that's your loss. He's the coolest brother ever an' that's final.[/blockquote][/color]

h i s t o r y » thick as thieves

Nessie's parents had met years ago when her father was injured in a minor avalanche near the mines - despite not actually working in them. Nessie guessed she got her clumsiness from her father after hearing their story, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and next thing he knew he was waking up in the District hospital to Nessie's mother attending his injuries. A couple of years later they were married, and then Jem came along. Not planning on having any more children, Nessie came as a surprise - but a wanted one at that. Nessie was born Vanessa Scout Conradi in the late hours of October 24th in one of the remaining District 2 hospitals. A new sister to seven year old Jem, her mother was given top priority - being a nurse herself - and Nessie the same treatment once she was born. Eventually she was taken home to her simple but sophisticated house in D2 which she grew up in, being fussed about with by her parents and brother when she first arrived home.

Jem had drunk in his baby sister and watched her grow, insisting on looking after her wherever she went. She picked up the way he talked, the way he acted, learnt everything he taught her with wide, intent eyes and interested ears - from how to make a swing out of a piece of rope and an old tire to the difference between right and left and which side was which. Nessie grew so close to Jem that she didn't know life without him. It was foreign and unpleasant, confusing and wrong on so many levels. For a while, the little girl would cry for hours and hours when Jem was sent off to school - and it got so bad that Jem would have to come home in the early afternoon just so she would stop crying. After a word with the school teachers by her parents, Nessie was allowed to accompany Jem to school, but had to have her preschool classes separate from Jem's. At break times and after school, Jem would let her tag along after him and his mates on their adventures - warning anyone that if they teased or hurt her he'd "hit yous so bad your grandkids'll feel it!" Nessie adored her brother and his protective ways, and still does today - but now that he has a full-time job and lives on the other side of the District she hardly gets to see him. He always makes sure to visit every weekend and takes Nessie out for ice-cream, not minding that she rolls along beside him. "Thick as thieves, them Conradi kids" the locals would say, and boy were they right.

Don't ever call Nessie by her full name - Vanessa - or you might just find yourself with either a broken nose, the receiving end of a piercing glare, or both. Jem had always called her Nessie since she could remember. She had trouble pronouncing her v's when she first learned to speak, so adopted her brother's nickname for her. It had seemed to have stuck, she doesn't answer to anything else. Only when her parents are angry and yelling is she called Vanessa - and a dark, sour expression is immediately cast upon her face when she hears it. Her Dad sometimes called her Little Scout when she was a baby, from her middle name, but her parents picked up on Nessie after her brother continued to call her by it and it stuck.

Nessie doesn't take shit from anyone. Ever. The girls that lived near her and were in her classes at school used to laugh and make fun of her - but one day when she was 12, a particularly annoying dolled-up girl in her grade had really started to piss Nessie off at school. It took one snide comment too far before Nessie had swung a punch at the girl, who walked away screaming with a broken nose and blood pouring from her face. From then on, they steered clear of Nessie - not bothering to tease her in fear of ending up with a black eye, or worse. Nessie herself had smiled smugly and was accepted into the boys gang with open arms.

Jem slipped by his reapings before Nessie had the chance to understand how terrifying The Hunger Games really were, and naturally, she assumes she'll do just the same. No tesserae gives her unwanted woes, and sure, she gets a little nervous around reaping times, but who doesn't? Honestly, Nessie's too carefree to even think about reapings. The Games barely cross her mind until they happen, and she's not that interested in them anyway. If you're reaped, you're reaped - and since she hasn't been picked yet, why worry about things that haven't happened? The odds will hopefully still be in her favour once her final reaping has finished, like they were in her brother's.

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Like I tol' ya - best brother ever! When Jem comes an' visits we always go into town an' get ice cream, an' I always get my favourite, orange-chocolate. I always used to follow him 'round - he didn't mind, though. 'Least I hope he didn't. If there weren't so many years b'tween us I reckon we could've passed off as twins, we look real' alike and get on well all the time. I hate it when he 'ain't here, but I guess I'm lucky to have him, even if he isn't 'round a lot these days. [/blockquote]

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