LEONA PALMETTE || DISTRICT 8 || FIN

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LEONA PALMETTE || DISTRICT 8 || FIN Aug 17, 2013 8:36:01 GMT -5

Post by Scourge on Aug 17, 2013 8:36:01 GMT -5

Name: Leona Palmette.
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 8
Appearance:

Sparkles and glitterly and stuff.

Personality:

All dark and depressed m8.

(look to below)

History:

The daughter of katniss and gale.
conspiarcy.

(Look at below, sorry.)

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

Yep.

Last Edit: Aug 18, 2013 15:50:53 GMT -5 by Scourge

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LEONA PALMETTE || DISTRICT 8 || FIN Aug 17, 2013 8:55:35 GMT -5

Post by Scourge on Aug 17, 2013 8:55:35 GMT -5

Leona Palmette
Put on your war paint
You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-laterns in July
Setting fire to the sky

[glow=blue,2,300]Sixteen
Female
District Eight
The Silver Tongue[/glow]

Appearance

Leona has well proportioned, firm facial features; her somewhat rounded, bulging and flushed cheekbones reaching just under her piercing azure eyes, said eyes usually fluttering their long, naturally curled ebony lashes. Although her lips were slightly dry and cracked, they curved in a feminine, rounded pattern. Her teeth, although slightly yellow due to their lack of toothpaste, were carefully straightened to Leona's own liking, offering a charismatic smile full of unseen deception. Leona had posterior-length bleached blonde hair with raven underlayers, the surface of said hair silky with a slight swish at the ends.

She of course is a Caucasian female, her malnourished form offering little solidness, which renders her mildly weak. None-the-less she has a curved, oddly well kept frame, her ribs barely visible along with the muscles of her thighs. Leona stands at a height of 5'4, due to her limbs short constraints she has firm control over them, being able to run long distances with little to no troubles. This aids her in climbing aswell. She weighs approximately 108 pounds, else known as 49 kilograms.

Leona has fairly calloused fingertips, due to the constant use of needle and thread. This gives her a firmer, stable grip on handles of weapons and such. Although she has no experience with any weapons, all except for carving knives which were used daily to adjust carpet sizes. The use of axes, swords, spears and even bows were foreign to her.

Personality

Unrestrained, unmotivated, unceremonious, anything with the prefix "un-" is a word that more than likely fits the characterization of Leona. Despite this she is an avid worker, her personality a shrouded, translucent facade. Nicknamed 'The Silver Tongue' due to her deceptive, practiced and smooth lies. She is known to destroy others internally, causing internal turmoil between parties.

But, of course. Behind this cold, deceptive and sly attitude lies a sensitive, self-conscious and determined girl, far from perfection. Leona was a 'me' thinker. Every action, every stride and motive she makes is for her own gain and to fulfill her own desires. Leona knows her limits, cautious in her own secluded way; never insulting or deceiving the wrong person. Her somewhat odd personality is caused by the fact she matured too quickly, paranoia and narcissism ruling her short-lived life. Stealing a glance at herself in the materials of machines whenever she could, others considering her to be that of a, 'bitch'. She idolized the Careers, jealousy reigning over her thoughts continuously, thoughts of luxury and jewels, to be pampered and prepared. But of course she didn't want her name to be pulled out of that faithful transparent jar of well-cut envelopes.

Her boundaries and limits exceeded mental capabilities, and she knew this. Her flaws were clear in her malnourished form, along with her obvious ignorance on how to operate a weapon of any sort except for a basic knife. Despite this she was a quick learner, although she had a feeling that shooting an arrow from a bow or throwing a spear won't be as simple as practicing hand-writing. She had an obvious hate for Panem, well, not as much hatred. More of a deep loathing. With their puffy costumes of clothing and teal wigs, she underestimated their power greatly. If you were to destroy a garrison with stupidity alone, leave it to Panem-- was her constant thoughts.

History

District 8.
Despite the carpeting, fabrics and material it produces, little to zero organisms besides humans flourished in it's grounds, fumes and polluted, filthy 'air' taking it's place in a most un-formal and scourging fashion. The work was hard and relentless, no breaks given even to those who had lost a finger due to their rusty, unreliable machines, instead turning to the old traditions of needle and thread to weave their way through the day and the fabrics. Food, well-kept clothing and even the simple form of happiness was uncommon in District 8, the Palmette family of an only child of course was no exception. Education and schooling was very brief in these districts, happening at an early age and ending no longer than it had started, the District's sole purpose was to produce the fabrics of the nation. None-the-less, the simple days Leona went to school were a daily routine of elaborate handwriting and daring scribbles, school was something she exceeded in, although in physical activities she usually became un-motivated, only trying when she had to. Leona was prone to insults due to her sly nature, rarely speaking, evading conversations just as quickly as she had entered them, causing rumours and whispers to float about the classroom and 'playground' constantly.

That's when the question comes in. Who is Leona?

Although Leona was a formal and well-mannered child, she had no maternal comfort, her Mother having died when Leona was only young; due to a machine clog. Shrapnel causing infection and a slow, painful death, she died doing the very thing she loved. Due to this her Father isolated her, not daring to respond to the flirtatious acts of other women, keeping his pride in the one thing he had left to represent the Love of his life; Leona. Being an only child she constantly was pampered, even in the smallest ways. She was given slightly more elaborate clothing than simple linen, her love for literature and fabrics growing with every passing, painful day. To her Father she was but a trophy of what he would have had, both paternal and maternal connections being severed completely. This caused Leona to become independant, maturing too fast for her age, insomnia and egotism easily taking a huge role in her short-lived life. As soon as she was old enough to work a machine, she was put to work in the factories, her school days over, instead the days of damaged lungs, polluting gases and dangerous fumes ruling over her hours, which turned to weeks, which turned to months. Eventually, turned into years. Despite the hard work she always did to carry her own weight, along with her father's, she always remained a poor, washed away soul.

But the one thing nobody knew about this seemingly innocent, saddened young woman was her plans. Her knowledge. And most certainly the way she had trained herself to never letting a hint of remorse or regret pass over her features when she manipulated, lied and deceived the people around her. Soon enough she had shown as little emotion in her eyes as she had in her void of a heart, despite this she was still the same malnourished, weak being she knew she always would be. Leona strived for the very thing that no human being could possibly reach, perfection. Her attempts at this consisted in the constant elaborated and practiced work of making dresses and carpet patterns, much like her Father's old occupation. Despite the harsh conditions and dangerous environment around them Leona would always hear the constant chitter-chatter and giggles of 'friends'. Something she had never experienced. In her off-work experiences she had attempted to socialize, finding it surprisingly easy, managing to have her own social circle of sorts, constantly bartering and trading gossip with others who she believed to be her friend, for once, she was right about these people. The days passed by and she continued her dull, boring life.

So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart

Codeword
odair

Last Edit: Sept 14, 2013 16:20:47 GMT -5 by Scourge

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LEONA PALMETTE || DISTRICT 8 || FIN Aug 18, 2013 20:43:53 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 20:43:53 GMT -5

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