User name: Victor Moonstone
Character name: Erica Ellenburg (aka, Es.)
Age: 17
District: 5
Personality: Quiet, shy seeming, silent…not cold or rude though.
Bio: They thought she was a still born…it seemed to be a good 30 seconds before she moved. Just laying there, quiet and still, in her father’s arms. She seemed like a statue, a stone, but out of no where a little cry was let through and she begin to kick, readjusting her position in her father’s arms. He had accidentally pinched her, the room sighed with relief.
She grew up the same way…silent and still. She could be in the same room with you for hours, and unless she made her presence know, you wouldn’t noticed. This made most of her classmates afraid of her, but most of her co-workers thankful. The people of district could be grumpy, with good reason, it took a lot of tedium and time to run the power of an entire nation. And whatever help them if it was to go out at any time. So as the girl stood at her work space, quietly running an engine for the power plant, no one was bothered.
They thought she wouldn’t be picked….it was a good minute or two before people noticed she was already on stage, silent standing beside her escort, some strange lady that seemed too exotic for District Five. Her parents cried, her mother wanting to run up and tear their daughter away from the stage, yelling about how she almost lost her once, she wasn’t going to do it again. It took everything her father had too keep the peacekeepers from beating them alive right there. She wasn’t silent during the goodbyes…no, she cried with them and hugged them…but didn’t promise she would be back like they wanted her too.
An hour in capitol, and she already decided it was full of nothing but jerks. Her stylist looked at her with the attitude of her being an experiment, he never insult her or anything, he had no reason too. A slight height, but a small figure, dark hair and pale skin with matching eyes. She looked well enough he decided, and planned for her to be dressed up as light bulb…really. And she rode a chariot out there, dressed as wires of sorts with electricity zapping around her…honestly, she thought it was stupid. But people seemed to love it.
Training wasn’t too hard, she aced trap making, but no one saw her fight in the group…but in private, the only thing the sponsors saw was a few destroyed dummies and her leaning against a wall…claws in her hands. She dropped them and left without a word. They awarder her a nine.
She finally got a moment of sympathy in the starting room, her stylist gave her the uniform and hugged her, as she changed he spoke with her, telling her what she needs to know and reassuring her. Erica kept her eye on him as long as could while she was lifted into the arena.
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[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Skills: Assassination, trap making.