Domitia Cob (FIN)

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Domitia is small, like really small for a girl that is 16. Some day’s people barely believe she is older than 12 she is that small. Her face is also extremely child-like, with her warm brown eyes and her kind crooked smile. The teeth not quite lining up with a gap in the middle of the top row. Though she was blessed with clear skin, the large birthmark on the side of her face and down her neck, is in stark contrast to her fair skin. But it didn’t take away from her natural beauty.

Her caramel colored hair is always kept up in a fancy braid, or kept as straight as can be. She was always making sure a hair was not out of place. Many envied what she could do with her hair. That is, those who saw her out in the public. In the privacy of her own home, it was like she was a different person all together. Her hair would get tangled from sleep, making it difficult to brush out in the mornings.

She knows that she may never be like the Careers from her District, her size makes sure of that. Though she’s not 100% she wants to be one anyway. They take pride in killing, something she doesn’t think she could ever do. Maybe if it were means of survival, she’d be able to, but she’d have to be in that situation. She couldn’t tell if she even wanted to be a part of the Games. For years she was told to believe that they were a means to keep the country in order, but lately she can only see them as genocide. A means of scaring the lesser Districts into submissiveness.

Though she is conflicted about the Games, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t train. If by some misfortune she is chosen, she doesn’t want to disappoint her parents. She wants to keep them happy, if they are happy, she will have fulfilled her duty as a daughter. Even if that means being thrown into an arena with a bunch of other children and forced to fight for entertainment. It’s what she has to do. It’s not an honor to her District if she were to be picked, but more of an honor to her family.

Growing up, Domitia figured out that most anything can be resolved if you keep a level head. It was very rare that her calm was disrupted, and when it did, most did not want to be around her. She often described it as a toddler throwing a temper tantrum with a few more colorful choices of words. If she was pushed past that point where she no longer remained calm, it was like a switch had been flipped. But it usually did not last very long, once she said what she needed she was back to her usual self.

Growing up in a richer District meant you had it better than the others. Better education, better health care, better clothes, better everything. But if you let it, like so many do, it warps your sense of reality. You start to believe that there is nothing you can't do, and to an extent that is true. District 2 is often seen as a favorite of the Capitol. Why wouldn't it be? It creates the Peacekeepers that keep all the other Districts in line, submissive. But every so often, a different, kinder soul is born. One that sees what the Hunger Games really are.

Domitia Cob is the only child of Jason and Lana Cob, of District 2. Her parents were the ideal candidates for raising a whole herd of Careers, strong, resourceful and loyal to the Capitol, but misfortune struck them time and time again. Before Domitia was born, there was at least three attempts, (at least that's what they told her), to have children, but each time Lana did not carry to term. Even with some of the best health care in all of Panem available, something would always happen and Lana and Jason were met with heart break. That was until Domitia came into their lives. She was their little miracle, the only pregnancy to result in child birth.

As she was their only child, Domitia was often spoiled and set upon a pedestal. She would be a Victor, the best of the best, and when she was younger, she believed that. Every reaping she made her way to the center of town with her parents, excited to see who would be given the honor of representing their District this time. It was her favorite time of year, the bigger kids all lined up ready to take up the mantle, the Mentors lining the stage, their proud faces scanning the crowd, searching for who they want to be chosen. It was almost too much excitement for a small child, but she knew that they were not just watching the ones old enough to be reaped, but the younger ones as well, the ones that in a few years will be standing among them, waiting to be chosen. So she always behaved, sitting on her father's shoulders taking in the pageantry that was the Reaping.

When she started school she met Alexis, a girl from a family known for their mistrust of the Capitol. At first she didn’t believe her new friend, why would she? All the adults always told her that the Capitol and the Hunger Games were there to keep the country from chaos. When Alexis’ older brother was reaped, her friend got more agitated and kept showing her ways the Capitol manipulated the Districts. It was hard to take in, but the information that Alexis and her family had gathered over the years did start to make sense. When that set in, her world began to shatter. The glamour around the Games seemed to fade away and she then understood what they were really about. The Games were designed to keep each District under the control of the Capitol, to make sure the power was left to them, and everyone else was lesser. She grew resentful, hating the Capitol and those in charge, but she was also smart enough to keep her mouth shut. She knew the thoughts would endanger her and her loved ones. Not to mention, it would break her parents’ hearts.

At her first reaping, she was nervous. She no longer wanted to be the one to bring honor to her District, she was more than content living out her life with her family. But she knew she had no choice, no one ever did. So she lined up with the other 12 year old females, waiting, and trying not to look around too much. Keeping her eyes forward as best she could, she watched as their escort made his way to the stage, eyes shining, and bright blue hair flowing in the light breeze. She held her breath as he reached into the girls' bowl, circling his hand around and finally picking the piece of paper that held this year's female tribute. She let go once he read the name, not her's thankfully.

Domitia vowed never to be nervous for a Reaping again. She began preparing herself in the event her name was called. She had learned that she was quick on her feet, able to run better than most of those in her class. She couldn't lift a boulder over her head, but she knew how to use her own height as leverage against a bigger opponent in hand-to-hand fighting. Along with learning how to fight, she taught herself everything there was to know about the Games; what it took to win, to survive. She didn't want to know about the children before her, who were forced to die, she couldn't bear to learn more than their names. It made them too real.