Camille La'Vie {D3}

Name: Camille La’Vie
Age: 42
District: 3
Gender: Female?
Height: 5’7
BMI: Average


Appearance:
Sometimes I still see those bright silver strands highlighting my hair, or those stress-lines deeply decorating my forehead. Supposedly it’s years that increase such qualities, yet mine have faded tremendously over such time. Don’t get me wrong, my age still shows. But ever since I met a special young boy a while back, everything has changed. Okay, correction: more grays and wrinkles do occasionally pop up from every troubled kid. But that comes with the privileges of being a concerned foster parent.

Luckily for me I do stand at a decent height. Already I’ve had my fair share of youngsters that like to believe they’re the ones in charge, which is exactly why I also keep in shape. Size and wits, seems to be the only thing that matters to some of them. Not to worry though, I got it all. ‘Course I prefer to stick with my usual smile and jokes. Except the thing is; I’m a parent to many, and that always comes first if it has to.


Personality:
Over the years I’ve had many children come through my foster home, of all ages and types. Some despised me to no end, and many still love me to this day. Perhaps it’s due to the fact I actually parent and care, unlike the majority of the homes out there. I provide the comfort and protection that no one else will, but that also includes rules any other family would hold. For my entire life, my only goal has been to create a stable home for orphans to grow up in. And that’s exactly what I’m maintaining.

Nothing ever bothered me as little one. I instinctively knew to not get close to anyone, and that humor was to always be my go-to. Slowly that’s changed over the years though…for the exception of humor that is, as that’ll never dissipate. It’s my inability to remain uncaring. ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words never phase,’ I still teach my kids to this day. But there’s no denying that even the worst ones sent to me steal a piece of my heart, no matter how well I hide it. What can I say; I’m determined to save every single one of them.

Back when I was in the foster system, there was no one present that cared. Some were lucky enough to go under the wing of an older kid, and then there were the ones like me. I made the best of it nonetheless, especially with my witty jokes that still win over anyone, but I also witnessed the ones that couldn’t do the same. The majority that went down a dark path, and I was too young to save. Since then I knew I had to make a difference one day, no matter how small.


History:

In my mind I was going to build a castle for all the foster children in district three. The day I turned eighteen I became a teacher at an elementary school, and a waitress on the weekends, anything to get the money flowing in. Didn’t take long to realize I was going to have to settle for something much less. But I still had to at least be better then the raggedy foster homes around here. I worked as hard as I could to build a nice savings, and receive the qualifications of being a foster parent.

Funny how the Panem has so many expectations, yet all the foster homes I was ever in never met them. I finally saved up enough to purchase a large home that was in need of a lot of maintenance. Yet they still wouldn’t approve of someone my age. Wasn’t until I discovered a little baby, bundled away in a basket, engulfed by rain on the side of the street, that they began taking me seriously.

Instantly I cradled the Rugrat in my arms, trying my best to shelter her from the rain. She eventually hushed as we ran to the Justice Building. That night I discovered my strength in protecting kids from going to any other home. I just couldn’t imagine giving this little one up to someone that would treat her no better then the ones that left her in the streets. I was far from ready at twenty-seven, but I did it anyways. Bambi La’Vie, and I’d never regret taking her in and calling her, my own.

There was still much work to be done on the house, and I started to work twice as much in order to achieve everything. Received as many hours as I could, as long as I was home to make breakfast and dinner for the family that continued to grow. They all deserved freshly painted walls, and furniture that isn’t older then me. And even back then I went to any extent to get them just that. It was tiring yes, but very much worth it, and continued on for quite a while.

Wasn’t until four years ago that I was actually given a break. Best day of my life, aside from the night I found Bambi, who was then twelve. A young man of only fourteen discovered my home, and he was far from an orphan. This kind soul certainly became family though. He generously provided the donations my foster home and children desperately needed. For the first time since I turned eighteen, I became only a teacher, and could actually be more of a parent to the ones in my home. Everything completely changed for the better.

I lost my first kid the day Prism was murdered in the games, that sweet fourteen year old that saved my home entirely. I only see his younger features within the screen. Not the older boy that had been sent away to his death in the reapings. How could the Capitol take away such a good person? He may not officially be one of mine, but he might as well of been. It will always be remembered that the strength of this home is all because of him.

Thanks to Prism and Bambi, this foster home continues to thrive. Every child that is sent to our door is welcomed with open arms, and a variety of humor. Going on sixteen years strong, there’s nobody that can’t be helped, nor anyone that’s sent away.



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