Shannon Grace Palmer

Shannon looks exactly like someone who you'd always think was up to trouble, but would never show signs of it.

Shannon is fair to the more pink-ish side. She has sleek, straight blonde hair. Her eyes are a murkier and more mysterious shade of blue, always telling you to never trust her.

She's nimble and athletic, and can't keep a straight face for more than a few minutes. You could never tell how she felt under her mask. You could never know Shannon by just looking at her, or even by knowing her. When you know her, you still wouldn't know her.

Shannon's not exactly all that tall. She's 5'3" and weighs around 100 pounds. Her hair takes a while to grow, so it's not cut very often.

A very kind, sensitive girl, Shannon could be described as sweeter than sugar, she is that sweet. Humorous and loves to have fun, she's frequently very optimistic and happy-go-lucky, like she doesn't have a care in the world. Gets on with pretty much everyone amazingly easily, she knows she's pretty, not in an arrogant way, but she does, and will sometimes use that in a very unassuming way to get what she wants.

Modest and fragile looking, Shannon may seem like a fragile flower, though that's not necasarily the case. Confident and sometimes even a little bossy, Amity has strong morals and is very trustworthy, as well as honest.

She cries quite easily these days, especially after what happened to Max, and sometimes she will burst into tears for no paticular reason, or cry herself to sleep, though her parents knew that Max died. They just didn't know she did it.

 

Shannon's good at handling responsibility and making good, quick decisions. Stronger that she looks, Shannon could just be the dark horse in the games, though, it's highly unlikely.

History:

Shannon Grace Palmer was born to an average family in District Seven. Normal family, normal friends, normal life.

Because of the normality in her life, thirteen-year-old Shannon wanted to spice it up with thrill and daring.

It started off small - fake rats, shampoo turning your hair green, things like that. These pranks were supposed to be funny - just for laughs. And people did laugh at them. Well, maybe not the victims of her pranks, but everyone else.

Shannon was known as a prime prankster. Teens like her enjoyed them, but adults despised Shannon. That didn't bother her. She just continued pranking people at her free will. Sometimes, people even asked Shannon to prank someone for them. So she did.

Shannon played many pranks, whether it was on teenagers like herself or adults and always getting in trouble (but not so much as to make her stop). Every year, she always played one huge and hilarious prank. Shannon was happy. Really happy that she could make people smile.

As the years went by, Shannon's pranks slowly turned from funny to illegal to dangerous. She'd started stealing things and replacing them with something ridiculous, and sometimes causing havoc to someone's very important business things that could've been a matter of life and death. Worse, Shannon started playing 'pranks' involving fire and such that could end someone's life. People were starting to notice how dangerous they were and stopped laughing at them. Shannon, though, was oblivious to this, and was slowly going mad.

At the age of fifteen, a week before the Reaping, Shannon was planning this year's prank. She wanted to set up something for the whole school, and she wanted everyone to panic. Of course, Shannon never intends to hurt anyone (although it came close to that many times). She just wanted people to get frightened but she'll end it fast enough so her prank didn't cause any real harm.

Shannon spent her free time at school setting up little traps here and there, to turn it into a n her best friend Max, whom she often set up pranks with - suspected anything.

So it was, the last day of school. Two days before the Reaping. Everything was set up. Shannon was walking through the corridors normally, when Max showed up beside her.

"Hey, Shannon," he said, "everyone's been talking about the prank this year. Especially Dimitri, even though you did it to him once. It's nearly time for it, right?"

"Yeah," Shannon replied, "it is. I was actually going to talk to you about it."

Shannon was stalling Max for a while when someone suddenly shouted, "Fire!"

The prank was in motion.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and rushed to the source of it. It started to spread - no, it wasn't exactly spreading. People were merely setting off the other traps. Students and teachers were flailing about, trying to stop the flames uselessly. Even Max rushed into a place with fire spreading to help somehow. Shannon, on the other hand, ran the opposite way, to the toilets. That was where all of this was operated.

Shannon was giggling on her way, and when she reached the only place where the fire wasn't in, she tripped the wire that would stop all this. The wire was supposed to tear, but it didn't. Shannon started to worry. She kept on trying to trip it, or break it somehow, but it wasn't working. If the wire didn't tear, then the fire would actually spread and burn the school and everyone in it. Then, she heard a very familiar voice scream. Max.

Shannon was absolutely sure the fire caught on to him, but there was nothing she could do except try to break the wire, which was failing miserably. Shannon tried to do anything to stop the fire in pure desperation. She was crying.

Finally, the wire broke somehow, probably luck. Shannon could hear all the fires slowly dying down, but why were people still shrieking?

Shannon ran out to meet everyone else. She was mortified. Apparently, all students had to be evacuated, but not before fourteen people were wounded and one was dead - reduced to a pile of ashes. And that one person was Max.

Shannon tried hard to stifle a scream, and it worked, but not inside. Inside, Shannon died. She killed her best friend.

Nobody suspected Shannon to start the fire. That was because this wasn't a prank. It was a plan for murder.

Since that day for three months, Shannon never pulled a prank again. She even had half a mind to volunteer, but she stopped herself. Since then, she was no longer insane.

Shannon pulled herself together in the next three months. She started playing light pranks again, just how she started. Whenever she thought it was going far, she'd stop and remind herself of what had happened to Max.

For one year, her life was better. It was much quieter, but better. That was until the Reaping of that year. Shannon was now sixteen and in complete control of herself. The last four Reapings, she didn't have to be entered into the Games. So imagine her shock when the escort called out her name.

Shannon forced her tears back into her eyes and walked up to the stage, knowing that there was no other prank she would ever play.

Codeword: Hockey

Other: She's extremely fast and smart, is good at setting traps and pranks, and has wits that can save her life.

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