Satchel Lewis, District One [WIP]

Satchel Lewis, District One [WIP] May 3, 2013 20:04:07 GMT -5

Post by Molly on May 3, 2013 20:04:07 GMT -5

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CORALINE 'SATCHEL' LEWIS

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I don't know where you're going but do
You got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going but
I don't think I'm coming home

( N A M E ) Her birth name is Coraline Alison Lewis, though she only really goes by satchel now, a nickname collected from the brown satchel she always keeps at her side, which us usually stocked well with supplies.

( A G E ) She turned nineteen years old the year of the sixty-third annual Hunger Games, making her no longer eligible to take part in the Hunger Games.

( G E N D E R ) She was born as a female, trust me on that one, though has never believed in stereotypes as few girls or boys fit the gender roles given in society. She is a strong feminist and is opposed to sexism in any form.

( D I S T R I C T ) One, the District which makes luxury items to be shipped to the Capitol, nicknamed the Luxury District due to its wealth and general occupation. The majority of children here have been training to become Careers their whole life.

( O C C U P A T I O N ) Living in District One, her job was to bottle dyes which would then be shipped off to the Capitol to be used. She no longer has a job after being kicked out of home, and usually works part time hours in the bakery or making jewelry, though will sometimes hunt for food as she has been trained as a Career tribute.

I'll check in tomorrow
If I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we'll start it at the end

( A P P E A R A N C E ) Satchel used to take extreme pride in her appearance, but after being forced to leave her house, she has found it difficult to maintain her silky hair and style that she had always been known for, though she does try. Her short, strawberry blonde hair which usually falls in suttle waves to her shoulders, is usually tied back in an unflattering ponytail. Her side fringe is getting long enough to reach her deep blue eyes, which have blonde eyelashes surrounding them, which she often applies mascara to. She has contemplated cutting her fringe by herself on several occasions, but has decided to wait for payday and get a haircut instead, afraid she will destroy her hair. She does, however, make sure she stays hygienic, as unhygienic people revolt her.

Although she has an oval face, it is almost circular in shape, though if she were to remove the fringe, her slight widow's peak and pointed chin would probably give her a heart shaped face. She has baby pink lips and dimples on her rosy cheeks when she smiles. She has very defined collar bones and is tall, standing at 5'9, mostly from her long, muscular legs from hours of training. Though she eats a lot, her constant exercise has given her a slim, hourglass figure. She has a pale complexion, and tends to burn instead of tan in the sun, probably because of her red hair.

( S T Y L E ) Satchel has two rules when it comes to her fashion sense - cute and comfy. Her wardrobe often include shirts, tank tops, loose fitting jumpers and dresses, trainers and leggings. Her dresses are usually flowy and easy to move in, accompanied by some leggings or tights underneath, and a jacket for warmth. She likes to attract attention to herself, or rather, used to, whereas she is usually found in a shirt and tank top and some form of tracksuit bottoms now, as they're much easier to carry around in her satchel.

Say yeah
Let's be alone together
We can stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs

( L I K E S ) As mentioned before, Satchel likes cleanliness, and feeling dirty literally disgusts her. This has resulted in her getting very few spots and being one of the only teenagers to usually have their room tidy, and her siblings often accused her of being OCD, to which she replied with, "I just have some dignity left, and don't like to be surrounded in my own filth, unlike you."

She also adores food, naturally, as we need it to survive. She has yet to encounter something she doesn't like, and this would probably be her main weakness in the Hunger Games, even though she is no longer eligible to compete. Yes, like most Careers, Satchel grew up with much more food than those in the lower districts, and so without food could easily become weak and cranky in the Games, as well as being more likely to succumb to acute hunger in case of famine. Satchel also has a love of fashion, and one of her dream jobs would probably be fashion designer, though it seems highly unlikely at this point in time.

Satchel is extroverted and very friendly, so without interaction she can often get upset and frustrated. Because of this, Satchel loves socializing and conversations, particularly on subjects she has a strong opinion on. She has a fondness for reading, too, though it wouldn't be on top of her list, as she prefers sports and active work than just sitting around with a book.

Satchel loves excitement and danger, anything that gets the blood pumping and the heart pounding, which is why she often goes hunting outside the fence, not only for food but also for adventure. The thrill of getting caught is enough to keep her on her toes, and has led her to thievery and pick pocketing, which has resulted in close calls to visits to Peacekeepers.

Satchel loves mystery, or to be more precise, she loves being a mystery. After only a few months of thievery and sneaking around, quite a few people have already heard of the girl with the brown satchel, or just satchel girl, much less of a mouthful. Really, she's just a small girl with a love of adventure, but that doesn't mean she can't try and trick people into thinking she is something to be scared of - afterall, people are always afraid of the unknown.

( D I S L I K E S ) Dirt. Rubbish. Generally anything messy. As mentioned before, Satchel hates dirt, specifically unhygienic dirt rather than untidiness, though she isn't a big fan of that, either. Boredom is another thing that she despises, since she has a love for adventure. She can never stay still, and is almost always moving.

She hates being alone, and is constantly talking and trying to make new friends. That being said, she does often make enemies, and her first impressions are usually long lasting. She despises her family, particularly her parents, ever since they kicked her out, and a bit before that also.

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

My heart is like a stallion
They love it more when it's broken
Do you wanna' feel beautiful?
Do you wanna'?

( H I S T O R Y ) Gem and Martin Lewis had one thing that drove their relationship - their love of power, respect and fortune. This resulted in them having four children; two boys and two girls, who were all trained to be the perfect Career and citizen. With long days starting at six am and ending at ten pm, the Lewis children were training since the age of four to be killing machines.

Satchel was the second oldest, and the oldest girl in the family. She grew up with her brothers, Judge [22] and Maxwell [16]and her sister Glisten [13]. She never had a close relationship with any of her siblings, since a young age they were taught not to trust anyone, including each other, and they never really had time to build relationships with all the constant training their parents forced on them.

When she was fourteen, her older brother, Judge, was killed during a storm, and though the family got sympathy and pity from those around them, and they were told to act sorrowful by their parents in case they seemed disrespectful, but none of the family actually felt a sense of deep loss, more as though their pet dog had just died. He had just been there, bonded by blood, but nothing else between them.

Satchel seemed like the perfect weapon. She was speedy and slim, yet strong and capable of knocking someone out if she got in a good hit. Flexible, sneaky, good at climbing, a hunter. She would kill without a second thought, and most of all, she was cunning. So when she turned eighteen and the sixty second Hunger Games came around, everyone knew she was going to volunteer. Her family were waiting for her to speak up, but she never did. She was too afraid. There was a flaw in the killing machine - she had a concept of death.

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