pope vanburen. / district 1.

There isn't much you've been denied in your life, but you wear that privilege well. Like a perfectly tailored coat that shows off your frame and your money (okay, your family's money) very nicely. This has garnered you quite the reputation, though. Be it jealousy from those who wish to be you or envy from those who wish to destroy you. But you've never been one to rub it in other's faces, nor one to look down on those less fortunate; but that doesn't mean the reputation isn't there still.

The Vanburens hold a certain standard within District One, and since you were born, you've had momentous goals and expectations placed upon your shoulders.

You are meant for greatness, a true legacy in the making. There is no room for error. There is no excuse for failure.

With such pressure placed upon you at such an early age, like any other young boy with the world at his fingertips would, you rebel. But in secret. You wrap the adults around you and your sister tightly around your finger, pulling their strings taut whenever you want something. More money, more expensive things, more leniency in the rules laid out before you. As long as you don't bruise that pretty face or get caught red-handed, you can walk around like a god among men.

You can do anything and everything you want, so long as you stick to the shadows.

Hubris can be dangerous, though, and you walk it's fine line every day, tap dancing between self-sabotage and mass annihilation of yourr family's name each time you slinks away into the darkness. But there's something so alluring about not being seen. There's something so exhilarating about taking one's fate into your own hands, standing at the edge of a cliff, trying to decide whether or not to chuck it over.

Choose wisely, or you could end up with nothing.