Caria Grecco, 4

Caria Grecco
16
District 4

||CERBERUS WAS THE THREE HEADED BEAST THAT GUARDED THE RIVER STYX||

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I am the second head of Cerberus.

Initially I was identical to my sisters. Sort of part and parcel of being a triplet I suppose. We still are identical in most of the physical ways. We share the same cloudy green eyes, the same gentle pink smudge of a mouth, the same annoyingly large ears. Our mother always says our faces are perfectly balanced; the soft rounded bits balancing out the more angled contrast of our cheekbones and eyebrows. We're a fairly average height for our age, at 5 feet 4 inches, and our healthy lifestyle means none of us are overweight. We grew up together, but the three of us are highly individual. We made different choices, took up different hobbies; and each of these things has affected little parts of our physical appearance, separating us visually.

I started dying my hair at age thirteen, a rich dark red colour that I think makes me look more dignified. It's shoulder length and cut in an even, stylish bob. It's simple and classic and allows me to focus on other aspects of my life while still looking great. I don't have the same...appetite for combat as Mysia so my muscles are a little less defined, my face a little rounder. Not that I'm unfit; my studies of music, dance and theatre have kept me in adequate physical condition.

Unlike Mysia and Lydia, I have kept all permanent changes to my body tasteful and easily hidden. Only my earlobes are pierced and the one tattoo I indulged in, my father's name in scrawly black ink, is easily hidden by pants. I don't have any scars, my skin is as smooth and peachy as it was the day I was born.

I am a strong believer that presentation is everything. I put a large effort into my appearance, and I'm very particular about what I wear. I dress to look put-together and professional, but never unapproachable. Muted colours, soft fabrics, flattering cuts. The few pieces of jewelry I regularly wear are simple and classic, a gold ring from my mother, a diamond pendant necklace that was a family heirloom, and simple gold earrings that distract from my ear's monstrous size.

I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

||THE THREE HEADS OF THE BEAST ARE SAID TO REPRESENT BIRTH, YOUTH, AND DEATH||[/center][/colour]

I am youth. I am vitality and preservation. I am the speaker.

I am a naturally patient person. Once my trust is won it would take a monstrous act to break it, and I strive to always maintain logic and impartiality in situations of conflict. I'm typically very honest, but I have a manipulative streak that I try to be ashamed of.

I'm artistically inclined, just like my sisters, my talents lie in music and theatre. Though there is very little theatre to speak of now in Panem. I hoard scripts and books like a squirrel with nuts, and pore over them in my free time. I take pride in my ability to speak in front of people, and to win arguments with masterful control of words. I take an interest in the politics of both the Capitol and District 4

I strive to be kind to everyone, to be calm and personable. I think the easiest thing in the world is to be nice to people. On the rare occasion that I do get angry, I force myself to remain calm and collected, but I can be ruthless in my punishment. I consider myself to be a strong person, sticking to my values and fighting for what I believe in.

My interest in history and theatre make it difficult for me to talk about my passions to people, because many people simply aren't interested in those fields anymore. Sometimes it feels like my excitement and emotion are going to come exploding out of me, but I carefully control myself and keep those feelings inside. They're hardly polite.

Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

||EACH HEAD OF THE BEAST CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE, THE PRESENT, OR THE PAST||[/center][/colour]

I am the present.

My sisters and I were born during the hottest summer on record in District 4. My mother's name is Echidna and my father's name was Niccus and they were very much in love. They met when they were young, and fell in love instantly. My father worked on the fishing boats and my mother was the most respected seamstress in District Four. They weren't the wealthiest couple, but they were very happy, and very proud. My mother wanted nothing more than to start a family and live happily ever after.

Except that our mother was never meant to have children. My parents tried for seven years to conceive, through natural and commonly known medical means. After nothing worked, my parents became desperate and turned to back-alley solutions. They heard whispers of a woman in District Four who could grant your wildest wishes. They saw their chance and leapt at it. The woman lived in the poorest part of District Four, her small home transformed into a secret shop of sorts. She worked as a mechanic for the light trains that carried officials and tributes from district to district. She was sometimes able to get her hands on prohibited, and even Capitol items, when the trains were being inspected or mended. For a price of course. The woman told my parents that there was a drug from the Capitol that she could give them, but reminded them that the consequences could be terrible; but my mother was so determined to have children that she accepted the woman's terms and took the risk.

It worked. My mother was pregnant, and they happily returned home. Weeks later, the woman was taken in the night, and the next evening the Peacekeepers were waiting to arrest my mother and father on their way home from work. To protect my mother and his unborn daughters, my father told the Peacekeepers that he had kidnapped my mother, and forced her to have the procedure. He was arrested that night and my mother never saw him again. We don't remember him, but our mother speaks of him in rare moments. She talks of his kindness and his charm. He was clever and passionate, and he was going places. She says she sees a lot of him in me. That hurts almost as much as it fills me with pride.

After my father was taken, my mother turned to our Uncle Orthus for help. He is a good man, he took us in and helped my mother raise us. He's stern and strict but he's also generous and fair. I like to think my father would have been proud of him. My mother is kind and funny, but my sisters and I know that she isn't who she was when she fought to bring us into the world. Losing my father broke something inside of her. She's no longer the proud, passionate, smile with legs from the pictures on the mantle. She's sweet and fragile and very quiet, but we love her very dearly and take care of her as best we can.

My sisters and I learned to be self sufficient very early on, I more so than Lydia and Mysia. Or perhaps, just in a different way. Uncle Orthus takes care of us, but he works in the shipyard and is gone most of the day, and our mother's condition means that the every day things like cooking, cleaning and shopping fall to us. I focus on appearances: how the house looks, how we look. I make sure we are all ready and on time for school and work. Mysia is too busy fighting with everything to really take the future into account and Lydia spends her life in the clouds. Some days I have to lock myself in the bathroom with a good book just to keep from screaming at them.

My sisters drive me up the wall, but I love them fiercely. They are the only people I get ragingly angry with, but also the only people I can tell everything to. Our bond is deeper than anyone could understand. An emotional and physical intuition that borders on the supernatural. I know who my sisters are, every facet and every flaw. I know who I am because of them, where I fit into the tapestry of our lives, filling in the cracks of their personalities with my own. We're perfect for each other. I couldn't live without them.

I've seen the world, lit it up
As my stage now
Channeling angels in the new age now
Hot summer days, rock 'n' roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul

ooc: This is charrie no.2 of the The Heads Of Cerberus. Her history is very similar to her sisters so don't worry, it is intentional. [/size][/blockquote][/colour]