lambs become wolves / lambert family, district nine
Jun 23, 2020 12:28:07 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Jun 23, 2020 12:28:07 GMT -5
{ lambs become wolves }
Rebels become traitors become corpses.
And from their bones, there is only this.
A name. And it is Lambert.
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Dakota Lambert was not a girl meant to be mourned. She was an escape artist with a knife. The world put its boot to her throat, so she took off its leg with a clean cut. She watched it collapse on its axis, and she did not flinch. Her actions during the Rebellion lead to the capture and execution of the squadron led by General Le Roux, a turning point that helped to assure victory for the Capitol forces.
Her betrayal was returned when she was forced into the First Annual Hunger Games, stripped of both her dignity and her freedom and the respect of her family. They called her Lamb in whispers, and screamed the word ‘coward’ in her face. She was a girl with many masks, a soldier and a daughter and a snake. Apologizing for the venom dripping from her mouth was not an option. It would never be.
And then she died, just as quickly and savagely as she had lived, and the world kept on turning and rotting from the inside out. People continued to do horrible things. Her siblings went on to have families of their own, and the children spoke fondly of their grandfather and their many aunts and uncles, but never about her. She was a ghost, a haunting, and then she wasn’t. There was no grave, and there were no flowers.
But their legacy was a cursed and shadowed one all the same, eroded by time and memories and past sins. They were not wealthy, and they were not loved, but they learned to take that hate into their hands and make a blade out of it. Like their ancestor had, like the charred side of an old photograph with half of a girl’s face missing. Her wickedness was a thing they all shared, a beast slumbering inside the belly of another beast.
It came, and it went, and this is what they built from the bones.
A loveless, cruel place — made of steel and anger and the coldness of being forgotten. Nine was an empire for the wolves and the serpents and the birds of prey, but even the lambs had a place in the cycle. More than a gang, less than a family, a machine made from gunpowder and bad intentions. As it was in the Dark Days, and how it would be for them forever more. They were hitmen, and bodyguards, creatures built to destroy and vanish.
Never full, never wanted — always hungry, always wanting.
This was their inheritance.
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The Lamberts are a family of hired muscle in Nine, offering their services to the many gangs and more privileged citizens of the district. They are not well known beyond rumors, and have little respect from the community, but they have found a role to play and have committed to it fully. They are real, and human, in the most terrible sense of the word. Poor, and feral, always fighting for their next meal.
But they survive, and they feast, and that is enough.
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There are many cousins and different branches of this family, so original characters are welcomed. The following are a few ideas to inspire muse; I am open to name changes and the like, have fun with it! As for FCs, there’s really no restriction. If you would like to use a POC, you are more than welcome! Many of the descendants could easily be mixed, adopted, etc. Dakota’s face claim was Crystal Reed.
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Callan Lambert, 18, male — reserved for griffin
This is a white bird in an oil slick. Something made to be innocent, and good, trying to scrub a terrible stain off his fingers. But the blood is always there, and it is never his own. He is one of the oldest, an heir with a crown of thorns upon his head, holding something made of rust and iron and calling it a treasure. This is the king of a dead empire. A ghost, but he does not weep.
Barrett Lambert, 17, male — reserved for dars
A bear of a boy, with warm features and a voice like honey. He is rage, and power, pale knuckles split at the seams. Hands that don’t shake. This is a pretty face, and a cruel heart. Soft lips moving around a cigarette, a gun in his grasp. He is always trying to be more than himself; a human calling himself a monster wearing the hide of a man. He is many things, and then just this. A terror.
Ariadne Lambert, 16, female — open
She is a guardian before an executioner. A girl with a spine like iron, and a will even stronger. She does not share herself with many, but her strength is a thing that is easily bought. Many are surprised to learn that she is the most expensive of the Lambert bodyguards, but they are fools. Her youth and femininity are just two different kinds of blades. She is the archangel. She is the shield.
[twin] Easter Lambert, 15, female — open
There are flowers in the dead forest, and she is one of them. She lives her life like there isn’t a gun in her backpack, like her future is not a thing made of death and hunger and terrible things. She focuses on her studies, and tries to be normal, but the dark clouds of her surname and family business are always hanging overhead. She is trying to find a balance between the two halves of herself, but what she wants is an escape.
[twin] Fane Lambert, 15, non-binary — open
They are a trickster, a flash of light in your eyes before a blade enters your stomach. They are not mindless, or cruel, only a product of their raising. They know to survive, and thrive, and they have accepted their lot in life with a smug smile and the click of a chamber. They like sour candy, and going to parties on the wrong side of town, and letting stray cats sneak into their room. They are whole, and lethal, and that is enough.
Gideon Lambert, 14, male — open
Clever minds are a weapon on their own. And he is sharp, and quick, and bright like the sun. He is a boy made for reading poetry by the window, smiling down at the strangers walking through the streets and making their day better for it. But his wit is dangerous, and so are his schemes. He is a cat with his paw on the tail of a mouse, a harmless thing that has learned to help the family business without lifting a finger. He traps, and they kill.
( will add more according to interest )
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Name: who are you?
Chosen role: their name here, or make an original!
Character expansion: make something out of my blurb!
Anything else: you know the drill, we're just vibing
