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SOOO I was thinking I (obviously) play his girlfriend. But I thought of a twist. In Hunger Games, it said there had been 2 winners from 12, and Haymitch was the only one living. I was thinking she could've won the last Games and they fall in love during his training. If you like that idea?
What actress?
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♚Name♚ Miara Oleander
♔Miara♔ Miara was chosen, as she was her sickly mother's one joy in her life as a seamstress. As babies in the seam are usually only named after a couple of weeks, as infant mortality is so common, the life of her child overjoyed the dying woman.
♔Oleander♔ Not only did the baby seem particularly attrected to the flower, it was a sweet form of escape her mother wished to offer her from this lifeless world if she ever wanted, as it is very poisonous and a common form of suicide.
♚Appearance♚
♔Eyes♔ A cloudy grayish blue, so much so they thought she was blind when she was young
♔Hair♔ Her hair is long, and comes down either in curls or in large waves at the bottom in shining mahogany
♔Skin Tone♔ Pale and fair as the day she was born
♔Build♔ Thin with light muscles on her body
"I refuse to kill like the capital's dog,"
♚History♚ As a product of rape, she was unwanted since birth. Yet her sickly and dying mother took joy in Miara, loving her until she died when the child was only 3. She was given to a young family of six, the mother of whom made money by selling contraband in the Hob. This woman, though she provided, was by no means nurturing, and the young girl quickly learned her place at the bottom of a cruel world. She was overly quiet and self conscious, and dropped out of school early to work in a shop in the nicer part of 12, arranging flowers and sewing as a living. Yet her life was still not without tragedy. She was raped regularly by her boss.
It was at the tender age of sixteen that her name was drawn at the reaping. With no family or friends, no one volunteered, nor cried. The other boy was eighteen, tall and dark, and a great loss to the community. The two grew increasingly close before the games, and she slept with him twice before. She gained high marks for her trapping and archery skills in training. Yet once the countdown was over, it had all changed. He had teamed up with the careers, unbeknownst to her. After they met in the arena, and carried on, he tried to kill her, scarring her back badly and forcing her to kill him. The frozen arctic environment left her with little choices, and she used her trapping skills and archery to kill anyone who came near her camp, though only when necessary.
♚Family♚
none
♚Relationship Status♚ Single
♚Personality♚ Clever, kind, sweet, fiery, emotionally vulnerable and scarred, introverted
♚Likes♚
-Flowers
-Archery
-Sewing
♚Dislikes♚
-The Games
-Living alone and thinking of her past
-The capital
♚Talents♚
-Singing
-Speaking
-Mentoring
"Forgive me. My last hug ended me with a knife in my back"
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Are you making him tonight?
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Miara stood at the large glass window of the train, which raced along the countryside from twelve to their first stop on Haymitch's victory tour. Eleven, where the grain flowed like waves across the ground. Eleven, where she'd been unable to finish her speech and suffered a panic attack on the stand. Where people had yelled things at her shaking form. The victor, so weak.
Her cream leggings hugged her defined legs and ran into her brown heeled ankle boots and the flowing and dressy tank she wore was a canvas of the colors of the autumn harvest, her brown cardigan thin and fluttering from the air conditioning grate she was standing over, her hair in perfect brown ringlets down her back, held back by a golden leaf headpiece, her eyeshadow shimmering in light like waves of grain. She touched the gold necklace at her neck, thinking of how much it would buy back in twelve, running one leg up the over and exhaling shakily. It amazed her that this was her second time in eleven and she was nearly just as panicky as her first (which was an altogether disaster, the memories making her vomit midspeech) and Haymitch seemed cool as could be. At least he had, when she had seen them at their usual silent breakfast, as he wasn't ever a morning person and had retreated back to his room as soon as he had choked down three biscuits, half a ham and nearly a quart of cream.
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Her cream leggings hugged her defined legs and ran into her brown heeled ankle boots and the flowing and dressy tank she wore was a canvas of the colors of the autumn harvest, her brown cardigan thin and fluttering from the air conditioning grate she was standing over, her hair in perfect brown ringlets down her back, held back by a golden leaf headpiece, her eyeshadow shimmering in light like waves of grain. She touched the gold necklace at her neck, thinking of how much it would buy back in twelve, running one leg up the over and exhaling shakily. It amazed her that this was her second time in eleven and she was nearly just as panicky as her first (which was an altogether disaster, the memories making her vomit midspeech) and Haymitch seemed cool as could be. At least he had, when she had seen them at their usual silent breakfast, as he wasn't ever a morning person and had retreated back to his room as soon as he had choked down three biscuits, half a ham and nearly a quart of cream.
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She finally broke the still air of the gently rocking car when she turned to face him, taking in his smooth brown blazer. "The camera crews will be here to interview you when we reach eleven. What'll you show them as your talent?" She asked, her voice warm and quiet, yet commanding an answer.
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