PK(~Lilliana Elaine Terrand~)D7

At that moment, we were interrupted and forced to continue through written assignments. So far everything verified correctly, and we saw no reason to keep her from becoming a fully-fledged Peacekeeper. We still needed to go through proper procedures and everything. She would need to hand in a document stating everything about her life: appearance, personality, and even history in third person. The more truthful and upfront with things she is the better position she will be placed in for being trustworthy. It also aids us in locating a workable partner for her.

Appearance:

Lilliana Terrand is a woman with a fine figure. She is not too bulky nor too skinny. Her proportions do favor her top half. She is one of the many who can say that she has no issue with her size. If another person makes a comment, whether good or bad, she is to blow it off. Her size is something that mother nature simply gave her. She didn’t ask for it, nor does she really care. Despite her figure, she weighs the decent amount of 172 pounds. At her height of five feet and eight inches that puts her with a Body Mass Index of 26.1. Slightly overweight, but with an exception. Her muscle mass contributes to that putting her more in the normal weight category.

Her skin is of a neutral tone leaning slightly towards pale. She doesn’t care, nor does she really mind. It’s something that she has gotten used to. Her skin is also covered with freckles and an occasional scar here and there. A few others inflicted and a few caused by herself. She never really paid attention to which ones were which. An occasional beauty mark shows up on her body, but other than that it’s clean and clear.

Half of Lilliana’s wardrobe consists of darker colored clothes. However, the other half of her wardrobe does have quite some color in her wardrobe. In a variety of styles too, jeans, shorts, shirts, tanks, dresses. It’s something that she has always enjoyed. The option to explore and wear what she wants to. Something that she really enjoys as well is accessorizing with whatever, bracelets, necklaces, rings, hair stuff, or simply make-up. She finds that many people judge by appearances and she will wear whatever suits her that day. She doesn’t really care what others think of her anymore.

Her face is something to be enticed with makeup or without. The shape resembling what appears to be an oval. Her ears, something that is rarely seen due to her hair. She hides them, in case she were to lose them. To lose them would mean to be deaf and be of no to little use. Her nose, is another little thing that she might have issues losing. Her nose is placed in the middle of her face. The bridge coming up at a soft angle onto her face. It seems so smooth and natural; almost graceful to an extent.

Leading down into her lips. Something that is often covered with lip gloss or lipstick to change the color. Slightly chapped from biting on them most of her childhood. Her lips being slightly abused in her teen years appear to be of moderate size. She now takes care of them and makes sure as to make them seem appealing all the while complimenting her other facial features. Making sure to keep the silky smooth voice within content and happy. Making sure that her tongue moves her out of those difficult spots that she oftentimes finds herself caught into.

Another one of those features that allows her to sneak out of sticky situations are her eyes. They’re intensive and yet so mellow at the same time. They share parts of her that her lips would never allow out into the open so easily, yet they are sharp and could do more harm than help. Telling others what to do without so much as even saying a word, only giving a simple glance or glare. Occasionally changing colors drastically for a change or allowing her natural colors to shine through and mix to her own emotions.

A common feature that other people occasionally associate with her emotions is her hair. It can seem bright and shiny or dull and lifeless. Once in awhile dyed some other color rather than her natural hair colors, but usually returning to her normal hair color within a week, or a variation of her natural color. Whether it would be darker or lighter that’s something she seems to enjoy, and it’s typically how many people recognise her by. Her Style occasionally changes too. Once in awhile she’ll wear her hair in an updo or it might be down and wavy or straight..With Lilliana it’s hard guessing what she’ll do next.

Personality:

Liliana Terrand is a woman of many faces. Her most common face is one of simplicity, a mere poker-face if you would like to call it that. In her features you can tell that she had laughed a lot in her past, and now, in the present she no longer laughs. She is a cold as the frigid arctic air during a snowstorm. She is strong in the sense that she can keep a well-maintained facade under the most stressful of encounters. She maintains this facade in order to protect herself due to her complex history. In order to break her down, a person would need to infiltrate her world. Even doing something like that would begin to break her down. If a person wanted to go further to destroy her they could by becoming their friend and crumbling down herself in order to see who she truly is.

Looking at everything that makes Lilliana, herself, we’ve noticed that she’s overconfident and a touch uncooperative in the fashion of being able to protect herself from attachment to others. Once someone steps out of the instructions that she gives them. They’re dead meat to her. She doesn’t care if you’re the best person on her team. She will leave you down on the ground, if you do something overly-dramatic that ruins the rest of the plan. She is merciless in the way that she leads her team. She has successfully detached herself in a group. She avoided parties or social confrontations, and she did it well by spinning her well crafted lies.

When she got home she was safe. She relaxed herself, and allowed herself to indulge in the silence. When feeling particular she would take out an instrument and being to play. Most often she played her trumpet, but her fingers seemed to grace any instrument she played. She was a natural. The music seemed to thrive and flow from her very being. It was almost as if she was magic. The art that she made with her music. It was something many would consider beautiful. It was something that she would consider tragedy. All of the nights that she played. She played in order to relieve herself. She calmed herself this way and focused on what she needed to do.

There were other nights, when she tipped into some common habits around her part of town. Alcohol and drugs. Every once in awhile she did some of her own bad habits. These habits which were started by her adoptive father and her past friends. They followed her through teenhood and into adulthood. She knew that it would shorten her life span and yet, she still drank and she still smoked. She had never dealt drugs, but she knew where to get them at a cheap price. She had prefered alcohol more so due to it being common to find at bars and purchasable at stores if of legal age. The main reason for becoming a Peacekeeper was to get away from the stuff, but instead she seemed to crave it more.

Once she had settled down enough after work she would lay down and go to sleep like a typical person, but there was something up with her. She had became an insomniac from a while back. No matter how much she laid in bed or tossed and turned no sleep would follow her. She figured that this was part of who she was. While awake she is defiant towards those who tell her what to do. While in bed, she grows defiant to herself by refusing herself sleep. It was something that she had come to accept, and instead of sulking over it she spent most of that time thinking back to how she had behaved. To think over the things that needed to be finished or things that she would like to be finished with.

Other things that she thought about was how her life now compared to her old life and how she got from there to here. First off, back in the old days she used to go out with others and have fun, but now she separates herself and remains serious. She always had friends and now, she can barely hold onto them. The only person who might consider her a friend is her partner, and as a matter of fact she hates him. Back then, she used to do anything to try to fit in whether it hurt her or not. She would do it. Being around her friends all the time and following their whims and wishes lead them to be a bad influence on her life. Something that she desperately tries to stay away from in her current life.

Back when Lilliana was younger, she was told by her parents that actions speak louder than words, and she stuck to that philosophy. Her actions spoke louder than she did, and that was what mattered. She was a bit of a daredevil, and still is to this day. Ask her to do something and she would do it without fear.

History:

Lilliana Terrand is a toughened girl who was always the wrong person in the wrong place. It all started with her birth parents, Annie Ovail and Leon Terrand. At the mere age of 21, her mother had her. She was born an accident, and was meant to stay that way for the rest of her life. She lived with alone with her mother for the first 8 years of her life, and was eventually introduced to her father. He joined her family until she was 12. At age 12 she was pushed off to the side. Her parents never paid any attention to her, and they never wanted a child. They were having too much fun watching the Games, and sponsoring the tributes.

While her parents were doing that, she was going to school and meeting new people and making friends, if you could call them that. These friends of hers, used her in order to get what they wanted from her. They may have treated her like an equal, but she was always going to do what they wanted her to do. This lead to her parents and her getting into arguments about her getting into trouble at school or skipping. When in all reality, her parents never really cared about her or her grades. It all was just something that they were told to do. That’s when Lilliana ran away to an orphanage.

At the orphanage she was able to do what she wanted as long as she did her chores. She didn’t do her chores though, she simply handed them off to some other kid who was willing to do them for her. Instead, she was out hanging around her friends and screwing around with them. Shockingly, one of them came up with the idea to start a band. Lilliana loved the idea, and she was stuck with trumpet. At first it wasn’t her ideal instrument, but eventually she grew to treat it like a baby. For the longest time all that mattered to her was playing her trumpet. She was a mere prodigy in learning how to play musical instruments. She even started to dabble in other instruments in secret. It was all so soothing to her, and she was happy doing what she loved to do best.

That was until she started dating the main piano player, Wyatt Belton. He was the oldest out of all of them, and he charmed every single one of the girls. All he had to do was smile, and each of the girls melted. Lilliana was the one he had eyes for though. He loved her as much as she loved him. He supplied her with everything she needed, drugs, alcohol, or even just some alone time between them. At any given time he was there for her. He had more experience than her, with him being 23, and her being only 16. She still fell for him as hard as any girl could. That’s where she went terribly wrong. It only took one night for him to pull everything out of her. She was weak and gave up so easily. That’s when he took advantage of her - he raped her and whipped her and crushed her spirits. He destroyed her on purpose only to get a thrill out of it.

The next day, she met up with them at their club, only to find him making sucking faces with the drummer, Veronica Lemoir. Granted, Lilliana was already destroyed, she was heartbroken too. She never went back, and if any of them came to the orphanage looking for her she hid under the beds praying that they wouldn’t find her. When they left, everyone could hear her cries softened by her pillow. So many people looked at her like she was a weakling, and like she was pathetic. Her life began to spiral downward. She began to rebel against others, and she became upset over the smallest of things. She tried to hide her depression, but it was still lingering and obvious to those who knew her.

After a year, she was pulled away from that place, and shoved into a new home. A home that eventually would drive her to the edge. This household consisted of a 53 alcoholic father, Richie Durt, and a ten year old male brat, Geome Durt. Lilliana was simply a replacement that Richie had lost. She was a maid to do laundry, cooking, and cleaning. She was his slave, and he was her owner. She, eventually, got antsy and wanted to leave. She wanted to go somewhere that he didn’t want her to be. That’s where she got the idea to be a Peacekeeper. No relationships to be concerned about, and no people to be chained to, or so she thought. She only wanted to get rid of everything horrible in her life that occurred to her up until that point.

Lilliana ended up signing up to be a Peacekeeper as soon as possible, which meant waiting two years to turn 21. After that she would be in training to become a Peacekeeper for at least three more years, two if she proved to be extra ambitious, and that she did. After training night and day to perfect everything she had known she was advancing faster than most at the academy. She kept to herself at the Training Center, and she watched the others. She was the leader, she made all the plans and if everyone followed the plans everything worked out fine. Once someone went against the plans they were out of the team and on their own. That was a trait that made her competitive, and otherwise uncooperative.

Finally, she got herself promoted to an official Peacekeeper, but we kept her inside of the base training new recruits and making sure that they know every little nook and cranny of being an official Peacekeeper. Along with that she also got stuck cleaning the entire facility, something that she typically passed along to those who had overly-large egos. Lilliana on the other hand stayed at the back, and watched things unfold. Eventually, we started moving her around from location to location in the Capitol. From the main base to streets and from there to the side camps. She took care of the issues that were thrown at her in the Capitol.

Later on, those in the Capitol Recruitment Center decided to finally move her into a District. Looking at the possible candidates for having a partner we choose Edward “The Grin” Terril. Looking at how their personalities both conflict and compliment each others aided them in making this decision. On top of everything, District 7 is one of the least troublesome Districts to watch over. Therefore a perfect location for an overconfident beginner.