paksenarrion dorthansdotter / d5f

Name: Paksenarrion Dorthansdotter
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: d5 / Sheep Farmer's Daughter
Intro:

Paks had never been the type of daughter that her father had wanted. Women were supposed to keep house, wed to improve the family's standing, and do as they were told. Her father loved her some, but not nearly as much as his sons. His sons, after all, were going to take on the farm after him. They would be there forever, and they would bring in more income to the family than a daughter ever would. Paks only worth was in her marriage, and as she grew older and more adventurous, her father grew tired of her ways and couldn't wait to marry her off. He'd gamble and talk to his neighbors, summing up who would give him the most money for wedding his daughter.

Unfortunately, Paks made that difficult for him too. Everyone heard about Paks, who enjoyed wrestling with the boys, climbing trees, and causing trouble. Negotiations for marriage always went awry, since he wanted more money than others were willing to offer for a tomboy daughter they doubted could keep a house running well. He'd try to beat it out of her, of course, but the girl was spirited and strong willed. He never gave up, and constantly tried his best to find her a suitable marriage, whether she wanted it or not.

Paks had always dreamed of adventure. She'd fashion a sword out of a tree branch and play with the neighbor kids. If ever she heard of a kid being bullied, well Paks had a strong sense of justice and she'd fight the bully. Sometimes she'd come back home with black eyes, or bruises and her father would scold her. When she wasn't outside adventuring, she was busy with the chores her father gave her. He liked to try to keep her busy, and would sometimes give her 'women's chores' just to show her that her place wasn't rolling in the mud - it was in the house cooking, cleaning, and raising kids. Sometimes he'd even make her babysit the neighbors children, so she'd realize she needed to be a good future housewife.

All of this Paks resisted. She loved hearing tales from her cousin, especially when he was old enough to leave the farms behind. She'd listen to stories of the rebellion, and how he helped fight for the future of Panem. Paks was not interested in politics, but she was interested in the fight and the passion with which her cousin spoke. Even though she knew little of the world outside farms, she began to believe that the Panem Government was a bad place and something worth fighting against. She dreamed of joining her cousin and fighting on the front lines against a bad Government.

Those dreams were eventually crushed: the rebellion had lost. Her cousin's father, her uncle, sacrificed himself to save his son. He lied and said his son knew nothing about the rebellion and that it had all been him. Her uncle was executed for crimes against Panem and his son was watched at every turn. When Paks saw him again after the war, he was gaunt and lost the passion with which he talked. It was obvious to Paks that he had changed and for a long while he never spoke of rebellion. Paks, still wanting adventure, didn't know what to dream about anymore.

The first two Hunger Games after the war, and kids died whether or not they had any part in the rebellion at all. Paks held no love for the Government when she was forced with the realization that innocent children died for the pleasure of others. It was something her sense of justice could not stand, and when she again saw her cousin, she would bring up the rebellion. He took her in a room, quieted her and told her to never speak of it again.

As time went by, he changed again. He was becoming more and more animated, and with her prying he would tell her he heard news of a new rebel army beginning. Now eighteen, Paks was eager to join him. It was more difficult than she'd anticipated: her father had finally found a man to wed her. A pig farmer and she was far from thrilled with the idea. She gathered her things to leave against his will, and had to flee from him. He'd already been paid, he'd say, and still she left. She joined her cousin who took her to a cabin where the rebellion was supposed to meet up.

It hadn't been the rebellion, after all. It had been a trap set by the Peacekeepers to capture any who still held belief of a rebellion. They imprisoned them, beat them both, and tortured them. They only released Paks for the Reaping, as it was required by law that she be there. They planned to bring her back once more, but her name had been drawn. She would be sent to the Capitol to fight in the Third Hunger Games, and they figured her fate was sealed anyway.