Post by Sun on Mar 22, 2014 17:12:25 GMT -5
-Bentley Thorne-
17 years
District 2
Female
Appearance
Bentley is the kind of girl people pretend they don’t see. However, as much as they try to eradicate her striking image from memory, the sight of Bentley Thorne is unforgettable. As she sulks down your path, you’ll notice the loose swagger of her walk. Long legs will flex and extend irregularly but intentionally. Her small hands dangle leisurely from the belt loops of her dark washed jeans, and she will immediately enchant you with her nonchalant nature.
White blond hair explodes from a black beanie, gasping desperately for air. In contrast to the different shades of black that occupy the majority of her wardrobe, her lock’s intensity could easily blind the causal passerby. Occasionally strands of blue, purple, black, and one time even green, taint her flawless natural color. These colors depend on the week, the day, the time, or the mood of Bentley. She doesn’t care enough to wash or brush her hair regularly, so it is often knotted, tangled, and caged under a beanie. To let it free would be too hassling to deal with.
Bentley’s eyes are a solid steel blue. With her chin tipped up, she stares at you down the bridge of her long nose or lazily out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze slices you open and consumes you with an unnerving vulnerability. Her eyes will dissect every flaw in your being and convince you that she knows your terrible secrets. Sometimes, she will smile out of simple amusement, but her smile lacks kindness and instead reveals that she is superior. There is a certain beauty in her ability to affect people so powerfully.
Beneath the sleeve on her right forearm slightly raised pink scar has formed over the gash Bentley carves into herself with one of the throwing knives used in Career training. Others may see the scar as a symbol of her weakness or perhaps self-hatred, but Bentley is not ashamed, nor does she care what the others think. Sometimes she will pull her sleeve all the way up to her elbow just to display. Rumors about the origin of the scar built it a legacy. It became the thing people search for when they see Bentley Thorne, but only if she doesn't catch them.Personality
Despite countless Career training instructor’s efforts, Bentley is untamable. The first trainer assigned to her wore an inky black bob and a strict mouth. Her eyes possessed a power similar to Bentley’s, and they demanded respect. When the instructor met Bentley for the first time at age eleven, she was captivated by Bentley’s unwavering blue stare and thought for a moment they might make a good match. Bentley’s refusal to train traditionally eradicated hose hopes almost instantly. Bentley did not want to go on morning runs or follow carefully laid out exercise routines that hit every muscle in the body or shoot an arrow when she was fit to throw a knife. And if she must train like everyone else, she wanted to do it her own way on her own time, without the hawk eyes of the trainer. When Bentley doesn’t want to do something, she won’t. A method to convince her of anything will never exist because her beliefs are engraved so deeply and so permanently into her heart.
The trainer, who was well accustomed to obedience, really did try her hardest to subdue this wild child. Accreditation must be given to her determination. In the beginning, she yelled, which turned to screaming, which lead to fury, which lead to hot tears, which lead to pleading, and which ultimately lead to surrender. All the while, young Bentley sat on the ground in an amused silence.
Bentley either scared off or frustrated all her trainers to the point of insanity. Finally, after torturing almost every instructor in District 2, she was given the rights to train on her own terms. And she did. Bentley’s determination rivals a tribute’s race to Cornucopia. If she wants to achieve something, she will. Her desired task will conquer every dusty corner of her brain who signals the release of pure motivation into her veins. However, Bentley is human, which predisposes imminent failure. As hard as she tries, Bentley obviously doesn’t have the capability to accomplish everything. When failure stabs her in the chest, she will often experience a fit of rage. The fits are short, often involving self-mutilation. Bentley is proud of the scars she’s placed on her body because they mean that though she failed, at least something was gained to show for it.
Bentley does not fear death. Death is the inevitable end. Avoiding entry into the Games (or winning) and staying healthy are simply the slowest ways to die in Bentley's opinion. Therefore, Bentley is not afraid of tangible things such as heights, sickness, spiders, snakes, or even the Games. Bentley does not fear embarrassment. She is comfortable with who she is and what her interpretation of reality has become. The lingering looks of others who will never understand do not phase Bentley’s confidence in the slightest. In fact, they make her laugh. Therefore, she will basically do anything she pleases, even if it risks a perception of insanity.
What Bentley does fear are the things of this world that remain permanently out of her control. She strives to always know what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen. The idea that there could be some higher being residing in the sky planning out every person’s every move is too terrifying for Bentley to consider. She believes the unexpected holds the potential to utterly destroy everything she’s built herself to be.
History