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║ ✦ ║ Lance has a very specific look to him. With his light brown hair and his deep green eyes, he would appear the same as everyone else if it weren't for the scar that cuts from the top left bridge of his nose to the middle of his right cheek. It's a determining trait of his, differentiating him from all the other people in his district and the other tributes within the Hunger Games itself. However, though it sets him apart, Lance truly hates the mark. It's like a dent on his pride for him, a symbol that someone got the best of him in the past. In fact, this is the way that most people see it as well. Most people take one look at his scar and immediately think that it will be easy to take him down. It's a flaw, a chink in his armor that can ignite his temper. But even though this is true, Lance tries hard not to let it show. His tall stance of five foot eleven is one of confidence as he walks along, unafraid to weild his axe to save his life. He feels compassion, he knows that killing is wrong, but if it's what he has to do to survive for his little sister, he'll do it. That's just Lance: brave on the outside, yet sensitive to the core.▐ ♦ Aɢᴇ: Seventeen ᒥ 17 ᒧ
〈 Lᴀɴᴄᴇ Jᴀᴍɪsᴏɴ Gʀᴇʏ Eᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛs | 17 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ | Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 7 | Tʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ 〉
▐ ♦ Dᴀᴛᴇ/Tɪᴍᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: December 12th ➟ 3:54 ᴀ.ᴍ.
▐ ♦ Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: District Seven
▐ ♦ Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ: Sagittarius ᒥ ♐ ᒧ
↪ Sagittarius has the symbol of 'The Archer'. The people born under this zodiac sign just don't know how to give compliments. Their compliment will be like "You are looking so good in this dress. I bet no one can make out that huge beer belly" of yours. It's not that they are trying to offend you or something. A Sagittarian tries his best to be cheerful and friendly, but fails miserably. On top of that, he won't understand why you are so annoyed with him. It will help to remember that his personality traits do not include wickedness and he never meant to insult you.
▐ ♦ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male ᒥ ♂ ᒧ
▐ ♦ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ᒥ Closed to Requests ᒧ
▐ ♦ Aᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Has yet to be determined
▐ ♦ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
↪ Heterosexuality is romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary. As a sexual orientation, heterosexuality refers to "an enduring pattern of or disposition to experience sexual, affectionate, physical or romantic attractions to persons of the opposite sex"; it also refers to "a person's sense of identity based on those attractions, related behaviors, and membership in a community of others who share those attractions". The term is usually applied to humans, but it is also observed in all mammals.
▐ ♦ Dɪsᴛʀɪᴄᴛ: Seventh ᒥ 7 ᒧ
▐ ♦ Pʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ Aʟʟɪᴇs: Undetermined
▐ ♦ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Axes
↪ Having grown up in the district specified for lumber work, Lance has grown used to the hilt of an axe in his grip. His skill with the weapon has nearly hit its peak due to his numerous days working in his district, bringing down trees as though they were his enemies. His determination with the item has made him a great opponent when he has one in use. Because of this, when a tribute sees him with an axe in hand, it is best to flee -- and fast. He's grown acquired to swinging them and even throwing them. Even from afar, he's lethal with an axe in hand.
ʜᴏω ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ωᴏʀʟᴅ ωᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ? ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ωʜᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ.
║ ✦ ║ Like most of the citizens living in the great nation of Panem, Lance's life has never been easy. It had started out with heartbreak, his mother's death coming far sooner than it should have. She'd died giving birth to her second child, a little girl that she named Lucy. It was then, when the mother held the little girl in her arms and the older brother looked down at the little being that had made way for the death of his mother, she passed, her eyes closing as Lance closed his own to keep from showing his pain. It was then that he started to block off his emotions. He didn't want anyone to see how much his mother's death had hurt him at such a young age, having only been twelve at the time. No child should have to go through that and he did, breaking him in two and changing his positive look on life for as long as he would live.
〈 ✠ | Bʀᴏωɴ Hᴀɪʀ | ✠ | Gʀᴇᴇɴ Eʏᴇs | ✠ | 5 ғᴛ 11 | ✠ | 159 ʟʙs | ✠ | ᴀ- | ✠ 〉
At first, Lance resented his little sister. He spent his days kept away in his work, chopping down trees each day to vent his frustrations. When he wasn't doing such things for a living, he would be out doing it again in the forest near where they lived. His frustrations had grown to such levels that he was hardly ever home, never wanting to see his sister's face. For the longest time, he completely hated her. She'd killed his mother, and he didn't think he could ever forgive her for that. However, it wasn't until Lance turned fourteen that things changed.
Even now, so many years later, Lance remembers what made him reconsider the coldness he'd exuded toward his younger sibling. He'd come home from the woods, his father and sister sitting on the floor of their two bedroom house, his father caring for Lucy more than he ever had his son. At first, Lance had completely ignored the two, his eyes rolling at such display of things. But as he went to go to the room he'd been sharing with his sibling, he stopped dead in his tracks at a small voice. "Lance." It had said, a tone far too high to belong to his father. That had been her first word, his little sister. His name. And just like that, as he'd turned around with bated breath, Lance's mind had started to change. Yet, it wasn't for a long time until he truly cared for like the older brother he was supposed to be.
She followed him, meeting him at the let out for his work before trailing him into the woods, watching as he swung an axe's blade with more might than anyone ever before. She marveled at the way he concentrated like his life depended on it and the way that he landed every single blow with a precise nature that could only be exerted by one practically born with the weapon in hand. He grew used to her watchful eye, his determination to be the best he could be growing with every swing. Every once in a while, he would miss, sending him reeling from the weight of the blade, resulting in little spurts of laughter from the now three year old. At first, it had annoyed him, thinking that someone could laugh at him after all he'd been working towards. But eventually, he lightened up, letting her in his world of sad silence and detached coldness. And despite himself, Lance actually learned how to smile.
▐ ♦ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Intelligent | Confident | Keeps himself detached | Strong
▐ ♦ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Conceited | Quiet | Cold | Sympathetic | Empathetic
▐ ♦ Lɪᴋᴇs: Quietness | Seriousness | Competition | Axes | Wooded areas
▐ ♦ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: The Capitol | The Hunger Games | Obnoxiousness | Fools
▐ ♦ Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs: Weapon forging | Great physical strength | Axe wielding
❝ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴄᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀʏs ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ.❞
╠♦╡ Ｗａｒ ｓｔｒｉｋｅｓ - ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｒｕｎｓ ａｗａｙ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❝ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ɪ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ.
Peridot Fransesca Hyde | Perry to those she is close to and trusts. |
『 ≎ 』 • Pronounced ⇢ | Pehr-(i)-DOH | | Frahn-CHES-kah | | H(i)de |
❂ The name Peridot is likely derived from the Arabic word faridat, meaning "gem," or the Greek word peridona, which roughly translates as "to give richness." Peridot has three other names: It's known as chrysolite in Europe, derived from the Greek word meaning "gold stone"; olivine, which is its mineral group name; and Hawaiite, which refers only to peridot found in Hawaii. Ancient Romans called peridot the "evening emerald" because it continued glowing vibrantly at night, even in dim candlelight.
❂ Francesca is a female given name, derived from the Latin male name Franciscus meaning 'free'. It is widely used in most Romance languages, including Italian, French and Catalan, and place of origin is Italy.
❂ The surname Hyde is a topographic name for someone living on (and farming) a hide of land, Old English hi(gi)d. This was a variable measure of land, differing from place to place and time to time, and seems from the etymology to have been originally fixed as the amount necessary to support one (extended) family (Old English higan, hiwan ‘household’). In some cases the surname is habitational, from any of the many minor places named with this word.
Position: Tribute.
➟ District: Fifth. {5th}
➟ Preferred Weapon: Daggers and knives; as a resident of District 5, Peridot has enough experience cutting off wires to supply the Capitol with electricity.
Age: Fourteen of years. {14} ■ 5th of April; 12:01 AM ■
➟ Birthplace: District 5.
Gender: ♀ Of feminine origin. [xx]
➟ Blood Type: Ａ ↦ ʀʜ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ
➟ Sexuality: Heterosexual, though the last thing she needs is to be roped into shit that's probably not going to help her in life.
➟ Relationship Status: Uhm...
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♚ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ ↴
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✪ H ᴏ ᴍ ᴏ S ᴀ ᴘ ɪ ᴇ ɴ - Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴀᴛɪsᴛɪᴄs ⇊
▼ Coiffure Pigmentation: A light golden mahogany hue that can be classified as light brown in the most vague of situations, albeit the fact that due to certain conditions, in specific terms, the hue of Peridot's lovely locks can be interpreted from dark blonde to a light brown dusted with tinges of fairness. Such conditions include: the difference in lighting, the climate, and of course, changing seasons.
▼ Ocular Pigmentation: A soft aureate amber dotted with an almost imperceptible glimmer of hazel that is framed easily by long lashes. Rarely do they glitter with warmth except for a select few; instead, they glisten with an almost imperceptible emotion that could be debated between fear or desolation.
▼ Overall Stature: 154.94 centimeters - 5' 1" feet
▼ Overall Mass: 43.0913 kilograms - 95 pounds
|✯| She never should have opened her eyes.
It was only curiosity - innocent, masochistic curiosity - that led her to let her eyelashes flutter open as the Peacekeepers of District 5 led a stocky young man up the gallows. She would have watched, would have not cared so much if it were any other person that wasn't related to her family. You might say she was heartless but it was just how it was. No one felt anything anymore, especially not for others. Empathy had been long erased out of the books when they were taught by the Capitol. And anyways, it was easier, wasn't it? Not to feel anything?
But seeing those familiar emerald green eyes gaze in despair at the crowd who had gathered to watch his execution, the same green eyes Peridot knew had watched her lovingly since birth. The same green eyes that had glinted timelessly at her mischief. The same green eyes that would now take their last sight before going glassy with no emotion. Dead.
"No!" Ten-year-old Peridot had shrieked as she tried to push her way through the throng of District 5's residents. She tried to resist the arms that grabbed her back, snarling this way and that, amber eyes still wide as she watched the Peacekeepers throw the gnarled, bloody rope around her older brother's neck. "Please!" She had now successfully made her way up to the front of the crowd, shoving at the Peacekeeper nearest to her and tugging at her brother's hand. It was all to no avail as the Peacekeeper jerked at the rope hard, constricting her brother's trachea tightly. Peridot watched in horror as she saw her brother's body go limp. Those green eyes stared straight now, lifeless.
There was never any way after that to coax Peridot into doing anything. She stayed like that, still holding her brother's hand and murmuring his name softly over and over. It took Peridot two years before she would agree to eating alone and even then she only took small bites of her rationed meals. It seemed there was no way Peridot would be back to her normal self.
Then one day, it seemed something was different. It was only yet another summer day, a day where Peridot would go venture once more in the woods. Maybe it was the bountiful sunlight that perked her up. Or the cheerful chittering of the squirrels that perched amongst trees. Whatever it was, Peridot felt a sudden strange connection with her deceased older brother. Like he was watching over her. Whatever it was, the days that passed afterwards brought a noticeable change in her demeanor. She began to eat a little more, took to sleeping. She even sang a little.
But even though there were such miracles as those, Peridot never retreated to be who she used be before. She's still mute and often daydreams, looking off into the distance. Her own family claims they've forgotten how she smiled.
But one can hope. And hope is a beautiful thing.
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✔ Intelligent.
✔ Independent.
✔ Her preference for solitude.
✔ Great hand-eye coordination.
✔ Skilled at identifying wildlife and plants.
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✘ Easily prorogued into a session of daydreaming.
✘ Her mutism.
✘ Tendency to put other people before her.
✘ Insecure.
✘ Hesitance.
