glory aubergine ;; district two

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glory aubergine

district two

fourteen & female

appearance. Your hair is a light golden shower of ringlets. It starts from the top of your head and cascades down your back, ending at the middle of your spine. Your blue eyes are icy and as sharp as a scythe. Your eyes are your only unsettling, shocking element. Your pair of piercing, accusing oculars do not belong on your face, which is usually wearing a sweet, gentle mask. (It is a mask because it is not real, and is in fact a trick. You are not sweet and gentle.)

Your face is the picture of beauty, but not perfection. You are much prettier than your twin, Victory, although you share the same physical features. Your face is oval-shaped and the nose that serves as the centerpiece of your face is narrow and short. The tip of your nose is a little large compared to the nostrils. It is a flaw that has always bothered you, although it has been pointed out only a few times. Your lips are two pink rose petals between your nose and chin. You have put many hours into making yourself beautiful and you have spent thousands of dollars on various beauty products and clothes.

Faint purple bruises can barely be seen on your face. But these bruises are obscured by makeup - powder, foundation, and concealer - so the public cannot see them. Once you wash off the cloak of makeup with water, the bruises can be seen. They are just faint little circles and lines that are slowly fading away. But they're not quite gone yet and the memory still lives.

Even delicate things can leave a trail of destruction, like slips of paper in the bowls at the Reaping, or you. You have a greater amount of muscle than your twin sister, Victory, but you two share that lanky frame that labels you delicate by your opponents. (You have learned to use this as a strategy, but earlier in your life, it was a weakness that made you an easy target.) Because of your lean muscle, you are able to handle somewhat heavy swords and fight with them. You are viscous when it comes to combat due to your training, and would be a cruel monster in the Hunger Games.

personality. You were burned by the flames of cruelty as a child. The flames hollowed out your insides, leaving you reduced the ashes. What was left behind was charred and broken. You rose from the ashes and rebuilt yourself. When you were finished building, you weren't the same. There were scars left behind, scars that morphed the way you think, the way you feel. You were pelted by bitter words, which are more effective than swords.

When you rebuilt yourself, making structures harder than stone out of the ashes, your childish nature was not an element in the structures you built. It had been burned out by the fire and never came back. It fell into oblivion and faded away. Bitterness seized your heart and its poison slowly sunk in. You let it take over. You let the poison darken your heart, but there are light spots left behind. The light outnumbers the dark . . . for now. But bitter, dark things linger in your head and you can still imagine blue, black, and purple blooming on your skin as a result of the beatings.

You are calculating, always scheming, coming up with your next move. You learned over the years to think before you act. Because you are so brave, you are also reckless. Recklessness is the price of bravery. You taught yourself not to be so careless, because it will only get you bruised again. You were always very intelligent and inventive, so you managed to get yourself out of beatings from time to time, using persuasion. You never ran away from a fight, which was stupid of you, but you had too much pride. You didn't want to look weaker than you already did.

The result of the beatings were selfishness and ruthlessness. You began to care only for yourself, because yourself was all you had to hold onto. No one helped you: no one knew that you were being beaten by Adalricus, your father, except for your mother, who beat you, too. You were alone, floating in a deep, dark abyss filled with despair as bruises bloomed daily on your skin.

Determination and the will to live kept your fire fueled. It wasn't your twin sister who saved you. You saved yourself on your own. You pulled yourself out of that deep abyss and stole all of Adalricus's alcohol and trained harder than you ever did before until he was finally satisfied with you. Then it was done. It was all over.

But there were still scars left behind. Deep scars, ones that will never heal.

history. From the beginning, you and your twin were bound to each other. You were not bound to her by coarse ropes or cold chains. You were bound to her by love and by blood. You had such a strong bond, such a strong connection. You told each other almost everything. Victory opened up to you, although she does not like to share personal things with people.

But where was she when you were being beaten by your parents? Surely she figured it out on her own. She should have known when she saw bruises appear on your face after the chaos and the yelling ended. But she didn't know, or maybe she just didn't care. These horrifying events took place once a week, when your father would drown his sorrows in alcohol. It always went the same way. He fought with Cleo, your mother, which led to her becoming angry. And then they would both beat you.

These merciless acts scarred you permanently. Scars that Victory is too ignorant to notice. How could she not? How could she leave you alone like this? Hatred has grown for your family. It's all their fault. You siblings didn't help you. Your parents beat you. No one even suspected. But how could they not know? Maybe they did. Maybe they just didn't care.

You still love Victory, but not as much as you used to. She abandoned you. She let them hurt you. You want revenge. On your parents, on Victory. But you will show mercy towards Victory, because she is your twin sister and you still love her. No mercy will she shown to your parents when the time comes. Their hearts are big blocks of dark stone. They are unable to feel, unable to love. And when the time is right, you will strike them down with with your sword, Adrasteia (meaning "the inescapable"), and you won't feel a thing. You will gladly watch their blood pool on the ground.

They always wanted you to be violent and unfeeling, which is where you're headed. As a child, you were always the weakling. The disposable one. Your parents forced you to train harder than the rest of your siblings, and you were good at fighting (not great) by age ten, when you began to participate Labyrinth Game.

The Labyrinth Game is a large, annual family event. It is a pre-Hunger Games. Your all of your cousins, ages ten to eighteen, are required to compete in the pre-Games. Your family ventures into the woods, where they built their giant maze. There are traps and perils in the labyrinth, but there aren't many fatal elements within the Labyrinth Game. Only harmful elements. There is no maiming, but it is easily to fall into a trap and break a bone.

You were forced into the dark, perilous labyrinth at age ten. It ended in three, long, torturous days, and you displeased your parents. You didn't do well that year. That was the first time you were beaten. Cleo and Adalricus decided that you weren't good enough. The beatings continued for years and you trained so hard, trying to win over your parents' approval. You were never good enough for them, no matter how hard you tried. You got up early and trained, even though you barely had the strength. You were frail, like the frame of a burned house. With each step, your body threatened to collapse.

The beatings stopped at last on the month before your fourteenth birthday. You stabbed Adalricus in the shoulder with a knife in defense. You were about to be beaten again, but you mustered the courage to defend yourself for the first time in about four years. Instead of punishing you, he rewarded you for your bravery. Cleo was displeased at first, but Adalricus convinced her that what you had done was an act of courage, not defiance.

But defiance was what you intended.

by ENY of ADOXOGRAPHY

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