{closed} || let me see your demons || {pk wanted}

She hadn't even been trespassing that night, she'd just left her coat in the training center and it was supposed to be freezing the next day. Their house had no heat, so she needed the warmth of the garment, otherwise the next day would be completely miserable. It had only just closed, and while the front door was locked, the back one hadn't been, so she entered and left from the alley that ran around the back of the building.

She hadn't even been trespassing that night, but he'd stopped her for it, anyhow. White uniform standing out against the black of the lightless alley, he stared at her, flashing a white smile equally disarming as the badge of authority he bore on his breast. Hold up a second, he'd told her — he was young, not much older than Dan, not much bigger. She'd later piece together that he was about to be assigned to a district. Exhausted and not in the mood to deal with his shit, she tried to push past him. Mistake.

She had assaulted a peacekeeper that night, if only by the loosest of definitions, but he'd forced her up against the wall for it anyhow. So fast that her face had been scraped against the bricks before she could get her guard up, so fast that when her reflexes kicked in and she tried to bring her left arm up in defense, it was pinned behind her back — and then it was snapped from the force of her efforts meeting the strength of his resistance.

And then she was on the ground so fast she didn't have time to process her fall. Her leg, shoved into an awkward angle and then brought down with more than the force of gravity, snapped, same as her arm. She kicked viciously with the other, but he pinned her down beneath the weight of him, held her arms — one broken, one still struggling against his strength — above her head where they were useless. But even when he pulled out his knife, his face so close to hers — dark hair, dark eyes, dark smile — she refused to plead for mercy.^{[elya johnwayne]}




In short, I'm looking for someone to play the peacekeeper that cut out Elya Johnwayne's eye, known to her only as "Roseneck" for his tattoo.

(For the uninitiated, Elya is Dan Johnwayne's little sister, but that's the least interesting thing about her. She's a young, jaded career from District Two that had one eye cut out by a peacekeeper in an alley one night - see above snippet. She's running with a new pack of wolves these days, however, and is hellbent on hunting through all thirteen districts and the capitol to boot to take her lawfully-prescribed eye for an eye.)


Details about us RPing together:
❧ We likely wouldn't thread them together for a long while, until she manages to wander to whatever district he's currently stationed in. I'd like to encourage you to use the character in this timeframe.
❧ Them threading together most likely would end up in death/maiming. This must be okay with you.

Details about the character:
❧ Early 20s as of the 67th Games.
❧ Has a tattoo of a rose on his neck. (If you have a FC you like better than the one I posted, feel free.)
❧ Is a peacekeeper stationed somewhere other than D2.

Literally everything else is your call.


Here's what I'd like to hear from you before I go ahead and give you the character of Roseneck:

❧ Name:
❧ District:
❧ Personality and motivations:
❧ Why did he do it?