Angora Blackwell; D8; Finished
Nov 13, 2013 15:03:59 GMT -5
Post by Angora Blackwell on Nov 13, 2013 15:03:59 GMT -5
Name: Angora Blackwell
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 8
Appearance:
Angora stands at about 5’7” and only weighing 110 lbs, which means she’s slightly underweight. A few more pounds would put her right where she needs to be, to be considered healthy that is, but living in a poor district means that’s probably never going to happen. Angora has always been underweight, but that was all right. Just because she wasn’t at a ‘healthy’ weight, did not mean that she wasn’t strong. She was able to lift 3 bolts of fabric, all weighing at least 10 lbs. That was a pretty amazing feat but then again, maybe it really wasn’t. Growing up in a district that makes the peacekeeper uniforms, among other things where fabric is concerned, you needed to be able to handle bolts of fabric.
Her hair is long and dark and is usually kept up in a tight bun or a ponytail. Heaven forbid her long, flowing locks ever get in front of her aquamarine eyes while she was working. The thought of ruining her quick, nimble fingers was highly unacceptable. She could change out needles and spools of thread in the blink of an eye. She could even sew the most intricate designs. If her fingers weren’t working, or worse, missing, how would she ever find a job to help her family? Her mother already made so little and with her father’s injury, he was unable to work. The only real problem with her hands was the numerous scars she obtained from sewing machines and the like. Angora often wondered how her skill with sewing and her nimble fingers help her in the games, if she was ever picked. Nothing ever came to mind. She felt like she would be on the first ones to die. What we she do? Knit someone a sweater of death? Highly unlikely.
Angora was always called pretty but whenever she looked in the mirror all she saw a plain girl who went to school and worked at a factory. She didn’t live in the Capitol, which meant she didn’t have the opportunity to glam herself up with makeup, tattoos or hair dye. Her hair, eyes, skin, nails, they would all never be changed unless she was picked in the reaping. If she ever was picked, and won, she probably never would change her look. She never thought she was ugly, per say. She just never thought she was stunning enough. Angora did, however, like the sharp line of her jaw contrasted with the slight fullness of her cheeks. Most kids her age had hollow cheeks, even when they smiled. Thankfully, when she smiled, her cheeks filled out enough to make her look like a normal kid.
The only thing she would probably change was her style of clothing. Nothing she owned was really age appropriate. Of course, her mother and she worked at the factory but that didn’t mean they got an abundance of clothes. As a matter of fact, everything Angora owned was previously her mothers. Her mother tried to tweak them a bit, to make them look more like the clothes kids in this day and age wore but it was never that successful. Most kids in her district wore hand-me-downs but her mother tried. She even once tried to make Angora a dress that looked as if it came from the Capitol. Needless to say, Angora felt like a huge frosted cupcake, a not a high society Capitol woman.
Personality: While Angora is a nice person, she has an incredibly short fuse. Incredibly short. She once flew off the handle and broke everything in her bedroom (which isn’t much) after she found out that a hated relative was spending the night. No one in her family knows where her anger comes from, besides her. She knows it’s from years of oppression, stress and hated. Not only hated for the Capitol but for her brother (which you’ll read about later). Her anger has never pushed her to achieve any goals. As a matter of fact, she usually gets so angry that she just shuts down and needs to cry. Angora knows that she hardly ever cries and that the anger may just mask the fact that she wants to. Her mother has called her tough but she really feels like she’s a small child trapped inside a prison that she will never be released from. Maybe that’s how everyone in the districts felt.
When she’s not angry – which is a lot of the time – she is probably the best friend you can have. She listens to everyone’s problems and always tried to give the best advice. However, she never takes her own advice. Ever. If she was to tell a friend that ‘men are no good and you don’t need them,’ she would tell herself the opposite. She would sooner convince herself that she needed a man by her side at all times than to believe that she didn’t need one. Her wisdom, even though she’s young, is never for herself.
Angora likes to meet new people and make friends, since she can be so outgoing and maybe a little bubbly at times. Angora has been known to dance and sing in the streets. Not often though, since the Peacekeepers aren’t fond of it. She has also played a few harmless pranks on her friends, just to keep their spirits up and make their normally drab, boring lives a little more interesting. If Angora was ever entered into the games, she had a feeling that she would make allies rather quickly. Of course, she knew she would have to kill them sooner or later and for some reason, that didn’t seem to bother her all that much… at least that’s what she tells herself.
One of her biggest downfalls is that she can be a bit selfish at times, but then again, who isn’t? She has a nasty jealous streak. Angora has only had one ‘boyfriend’, which ended very quickly due to her jealousy. In her mind, what is hers is hers and no one has a right to touch it, especially when it comes to a boy. She can’t really help that, even though she had tried to curve that flaw. It’s a lot harder than one might think. Another downfall, which she won’t admit to, is that she sometimes slacks at work. With her, work is a lot better when it’s convenient. She hates having to deal with overly difficult tasks and sometimes she really needs to push herself to get her work or homework finished on time. Sometimes at the factory, she takes little shortcuts. It’s usually nothing that can get her in trouble, at least not yet.
History: Like most of the children growing up in the country Panem, Angora grew up poor, malnourished and wishing she lived in the Capitol, even if she hated them and everything they stood for. Angora, in the privacy of her own home, would badmouth the Capitol any chance she got. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care. Her mother would tell her to ‘hush’ and to never speak like that again. Her father, on the other hand, would laugh and agree with her. Angora has always feared the peacekeepers and wish they would just disappear, but she knew they never would. A few years back she saw a man whipped in the square for stealing some fabric from a factory he worked at. Angora didn’t understand at the time how severe a crime that was. To a little girl, he just needed to keep warm. To the government, he was taking their belongings. It wasn’t until later that night, her parents explained why the Games existed and how we are supposed to respect the Capitol. She could recall her father rolling his eyes and her mother shaking her head in disapproval of his actions.
Other than being poor, Angora seemed to have a rather boring life. No one she knew directly had ever been selected for the Games. Of course, kids from school had been chosen but they were usually never in her grade. Even if she did know them, it didn’t matter. And there was her mother’s father’s brother, but she didn’t know him and never would. District 8 hardly ever wins the Games. The victors are usually from the career districts. Angora hoped, and still does, that she’ll never have her name selected. When she was younger she would have nightmares about being picked only days before the reaping actually took place. That wasn’t very unique though, Angora was convinced that children all over Panem were having the same nightmares. Sometimes the nightmares occurred during the games, reminding her that if she was ever picked, she was probably as good as dead.
Angora’s parents both work in factories. Her mother helps making the peacekeeper uniforms, while her father works in a factory that supplies the bolts of fabric. They’re both very hard workers. Sometimes Angora’s mother has peacekeepers from their district over the house. Not to make small talk or have dinner, of course, but instead to fix any uniforms that aren’t fitting quite right. Angora remembers an older, slightly portly peacekeeper coming over one day for an alteration. The chair he had sat on, which was an old, unstable chair, had broken and threw Angora into a fit of laughter. She was little at the time but that didn’t mean the old peacekeeper didn’t get angry. He had threatened her, which her father didn’t like. Words were said and her father was taken to the square and beaten. Both of her parents said it wasn’t her fault, but she knew that it was. If she had only kept her mouth shut, she would have kept her father from being humiliated and harmed. Ever since that day Angora had learned to truly hate the Capitol, but fear them, as all. Just like they wanted.
There was no real career for her, besides working in the factory but that doesn’t mean that she’s not an excellent student. She tries her hardest everyday to please her parents. She knew she would someday work full time at the factory making uniforms but there was a time when she didn’t think that. When she was about 6 she believed that if she worked really hard, she could have a job in the Capitol. Her father was the one who explained to her that that would never happen. Her mother, on the other hand, wanted her to believe that her life could be better, even though she knew it never would. Today, Angora doesn’t even want to step foot in the Capitol. She would rather work in peace at the factory and not have to deal with the hustle and bustle of city life. Even though she’s poor and always on the verge of starving, she likes her boring, little life in District 8. Perhaps it’s the familiarity of it or just because she knows she doesn’t fit in anywhere else.
Codeword: Odair
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 8
Appearance:
Angora stands at about 5’7” and only weighing 110 lbs, which means she’s slightly underweight. A few more pounds would put her right where she needs to be, to be considered healthy that is, but living in a poor district means that’s probably never going to happen. Angora has always been underweight, but that was all right. Just because she wasn’t at a ‘healthy’ weight, did not mean that she wasn’t strong. She was able to lift 3 bolts of fabric, all weighing at least 10 lbs. That was a pretty amazing feat but then again, maybe it really wasn’t. Growing up in a district that makes the peacekeeper uniforms, among other things where fabric is concerned, you needed to be able to handle bolts of fabric.
Her hair is long and dark and is usually kept up in a tight bun or a ponytail. Heaven forbid her long, flowing locks ever get in front of her aquamarine eyes while she was working. The thought of ruining her quick, nimble fingers was highly unacceptable. She could change out needles and spools of thread in the blink of an eye. She could even sew the most intricate designs. If her fingers weren’t working, or worse, missing, how would she ever find a job to help her family? Her mother already made so little and with her father’s injury, he was unable to work. The only real problem with her hands was the numerous scars she obtained from sewing machines and the like. Angora often wondered how her skill with sewing and her nimble fingers help her in the games, if she was ever picked. Nothing ever came to mind. She felt like she would be on the first ones to die. What we she do? Knit someone a sweater of death? Highly unlikely.
Angora was always called pretty but whenever she looked in the mirror all she saw a plain girl who went to school and worked at a factory. She didn’t live in the Capitol, which meant she didn’t have the opportunity to glam herself up with makeup, tattoos or hair dye. Her hair, eyes, skin, nails, they would all never be changed unless she was picked in the reaping. If she ever was picked, and won, she probably never would change her look. She never thought she was ugly, per say. She just never thought she was stunning enough. Angora did, however, like the sharp line of her jaw contrasted with the slight fullness of her cheeks. Most kids her age had hollow cheeks, even when they smiled. Thankfully, when she smiled, her cheeks filled out enough to make her look like a normal kid.
The only thing she would probably change was her style of clothing. Nothing she owned was really age appropriate. Of course, her mother and she worked at the factory but that didn’t mean they got an abundance of clothes. As a matter of fact, everything Angora owned was previously her mothers. Her mother tried to tweak them a bit, to make them look more like the clothes kids in this day and age wore but it was never that successful. Most kids in her district wore hand-me-downs but her mother tried. She even once tried to make Angora a dress that looked as if it came from the Capitol. Needless to say, Angora felt like a huge frosted cupcake, a not a high society Capitol woman.
Personality: While Angora is a nice person, she has an incredibly short fuse. Incredibly short. She once flew off the handle and broke everything in her bedroom (which isn’t much) after she found out that a hated relative was spending the night. No one in her family knows where her anger comes from, besides her. She knows it’s from years of oppression, stress and hated. Not only hated for the Capitol but for her brother (which you’ll read about later). Her anger has never pushed her to achieve any goals. As a matter of fact, she usually gets so angry that she just shuts down and needs to cry. Angora knows that she hardly ever cries and that the anger may just mask the fact that she wants to. Her mother has called her tough but she really feels like she’s a small child trapped inside a prison that she will never be released from. Maybe that’s how everyone in the districts felt.
When she’s not angry – which is a lot of the time – she is probably the best friend you can have. She listens to everyone’s problems and always tried to give the best advice. However, she never takes her own advice. Ever. If she was to tell a friend that ‘men are no good and you don’t need them,’ she would tell herself the opposite. She would sooner convince herself that she needed a man by her side at all times than to believe that she didn’t need one. Her wisdom, even though she’s young, is never for herself.
Angora likes to meet new people and make friends, since she can be so outgoing and maybe a little bubbly at times. Angora has been known to dance and sing in the streets. Not often though, since the Peacekeepers aren’t fond of it. She has also played a few harmless pranks on her friends, just to keep their spirits up and make their normally drab, boring lives a little more interesting. If Angora was ever entered into the games, she had a feeling that she would make allies rather quickly. Of course, she knew she would have to kill them sooner or later and for some reason, that didn’t seem to bother her all that much… at least that’s what she tells herself.
One of her biggest downfalls is that she can be a bit selfish at times, but then again, who isn’t? She has a nasty jealous streak. Angora has only had one ‘boyfriend’, which ended very quickly due to her jealousy. In her mind, what is hers is hers and no one has a right to touch it, especially when it comes to a boy. She can’t really help that, even though she had tried to curve that flaw. It’s a lot harder than one might think. Another downfall, which she won’t admit to, is that she sometimes slacks at work. With her, work is a lot better when it’s convenient. She hates having to deal with overly difficult tasks and sometimes she really needs to push herself to get her work or homework finished on time. Sometimes at the factory, she takes little shortcuts. It’s usually nothing that can get her in trouble, at least not yet.
History: Like most of the children growing up in the country Panem, Angora grew up poor, malnourished and wishing she lived in the Capitol, even if she hated them and everything they stood for. Angora, in the privacy of her own home, would badmouth the Capitol any chance she got. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care. Her mother would tell her to ‘hush’ and to never speak like that again. Her father, on the other hand, would laugh and agree with her. Angora has always feared the peacekeepers and wish they would just disappear, but she knew they never would. A few years back she saw a man whipped in the square for stealing some fabric from a factory he worked at. Angora didn’t understand at the time how severe a crime that was. To a little girl, he just needed to keep warm. To the government, he was taking their belongings. It wasn’t until later that night, her parents explained why the Games existed and how we are supposed to respect the Capitol. She could recall her father rolling his eyes and her mother shaking her head in disapproval of his actions.
Other than being poor, Angora seemed to have a rather boring life. No one she knew directly had ever been selected for the Games. Of course, kids from school had been chosen but they were usually never in her grade. Even if she did know them, it didn’t matter. And there was her mother’s father’s brother, but she didn’t know him and never would. District 8 hardly ever wins the Games. The victors are usually from the career districts. Angora hoped, and still does, that she’ll never have her name selected. When she was younger she would have nightmares about being picked only days before the reaping actually took place. That wasn’t very unique though, Angora was convinced that children all over Panem were having the same nightmares. Sometimes the nightmares occurred during the games, reminding her that if she was ever picked, she was probably as good as dead.
Angora’s parents both work in factories. Her mother helps making the peacekeeper uniforms, while her father works in a factory that supplies the bolts of fabric. They’re both very hard workers. Sometimes Angora’s mother has peacekeepers from their district over the house. Not to make small talk or have dinner, of course, but instead to fix any uniforms that aren’t fitting quite right. Angora remembers an older, slightly portly peacekeeper coming over one day for an alteration. The chair he had sat on, which was an old, unstable chair, had broken and threw Angora into a fit of laughter. She was little at the time but that didn’t mean the old peacekeeper didn’t get angry. He had threatened her, which her father didn’t like. Words were said and her father was taken to the square and beaten. Both of her parents said it wasn’t her fault, but she knew that it was. If she had only kept her mouth shut, she would have kept her father from being humiliated and harmed. Ever since that day Angora had learned to truly hate the Capitol, but fear them, as all. Just like they wanted.
There was no real career for her, besides working in the factory but that doesn’t mean that she’s not an excellent student. She tries her hardest everyday to please her parents. She knew she would someday work full time at the factory making uniforms but there was a time when she didn’t think that. When she was about 6 she believed that if she worked really hard, she could have a job in the Capitol. Her father was the one who explained to her that that would never happen. Her mother, on the other hand, wanted her to believe that her life could be better, even though she knew it never would. Today, Angora doesn’t even want to step foot in the Capitol. She would rather work in peace at the factory and not have to deal with the hustle and bustle of city life. Even though she’s poor and always on the verge of starving, she likes her boring, little life in District 8. Perhaps it’s the familiarity of it or just because she knows she doesn’t fit in anywhere else.
Codeword: Odair
