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CHARACTER LIST

- maev | age | district 2 | tribute | female | status
- name | age | district 11 | tribute | female | status
- calder ira einar | 26 | district 13 | victor | female | status
- name | age | district 12 | head stylist | female | status
- noemi dara saffi | 29 | capitol | president's friend | female | status

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{•°-DISTRICT-°•}: Human
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{•°-AGE-°•}: 24
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{•°-GENDER-°•}: Female
{•°-DISTINGUISHING FEATURES-°•}:
{•°-APPEARANCE-°•}: (fc; maggie lindemann)
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inspo for 13 victor

{•°-CALDER - DISTRICT 13 VICTOR-°•}

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{•°-FIRST NAME-°•}: Calder (rough waters)
{•°-MIDDLE NAME-°•}: Ira (watchful; wind)
{•°-LAST NAME-°•}: Einar (lone warrior; battlefield)
{•°-NICKNAME-°•}: Cal (by almost everyone)

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{•°-AGE-°•}: 26
{•°-HEIGHT-°•}: 5'4
{•°-GENDER-°•}: Female
{•°-APPEARANCE-°•}: (fc; n/a)
Calder is not the prettiest woman ever, but she's certainly not terrible looking either. She stands at an average height and her skin is tanned from her time working at a repair shop back in her home planet and she bears several scars along her arms and body from burns, scrapes, and cuts. She's very clumsy and because of this she often injures herself so if she's not drinking, smoking, repairing something or being forced to apologize to someone for throwing something at them she's probably busy nursing or bandaging a wound. Her hair is a dark brown color and she's always seen sporting a messy braid. She claims it's practical but in reality it's the only hairstyle she knows how to make. Cal's wardrobe is almost entirely limited to tank tops, cargo pants, fingerless gloves and knee high boots with with the occasional leather jacket thrown for a more niche look. Cal is just about always covered in grime and oil and it often seems she often falls asleep more in the repair bay than in her actual quarters. Cal's most distinguishing feature, however, would probably be the tattoos that crawl up her arms and body. She makes sure to get a new one everywhere the Avalon stops and while she never tells the crew what they mean, each tattoo is a remnant from her past, which in a way represents how she carries her past with her everywhere she goes.
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"~r~"

{•°-DISTRICT-°•}: Human
{•°-ROLE-°•}: Victor from District 13

{•°-PERSONALITY-°•}:
Calder is not exactly a people-person. While she wouldn't go as far as to call herself a misanthrope (although she likely is), Cal prefers solidarity over company of people. She's a very angry sort of person, and cusses people out all the time. Back in Crysanthe, Calder's superiors would often wash her mouth out with soap but she quite clearly never learned her lesson. Cal doesn't like tryint out new things or going through change. She likes everything to be nice and predictable, which is rather ironic because she herself is never predictable. You can never tell if she's going to laugh with you or throw a wrench a your head from all the way across the room with scary good precision.
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Calder was born the pirate-ridden world of Crysanthe in the Outer Rim. Like many other planets from the Outer Rim, Crysanthe did not have much contact with the rest of space which meant that Cal never traveled anywhere as a child and well into young adulthood. Cal was the result of a one-night stand that her mother made quite and well clear that she regretted it and how Cal was a mistake she wished she'd never had.

Calder was given a boy's name when she was born. Her mother, a fair-skinned, hazel-eyes blonde and self-proclaimed great beauty claimed that Cal came out looking so much like her father that she assumed Cal was a boy. She was not. Wow what a surprise.

Because of how poor they were, Calder would often go out and try to find little jobs she could do to earn money. Of course, as a child there was only so much she could do.

Cal finally got a job at a repair center near her home. She fixed up pirate ships and bikes for meager pay. Soon enough, Calder, despite her age and the fact that half the people who came around figured she was just a thin, lanky boy, become pretty well-known. Fixing was like her first drug, she became addicted to the surge of pride and satisfaction of fixing something that was broken. That was, until the Servik Pirates came along.

Cal was more than used to seeing criminals and lowlifes around town. Crystanthe was home to pirates, scum and villainy from all over the galaxy. But it was also known for another thing. Its notorious slave trade. It wasn't unsurprising when pirates and gangs came around, tore down houses and sold people to slavers. But it also wasn't the sort of thing Calder had ever imagined happening to herself. But then one completely normal evening when Calder was about 9 years old, pirates came barging through the door. They killed her mother and took Cal with them.

Calder was sold to the Ryloniath gang that controlled to northern part of Crysanthe. RFX-0907. Cal's slave number and her first tattoo was on her ankle. It was first burned onto her, then tattooed over. A gift from her slavers to her as a reminder to what she would always be. A slave. Once a slave, always a slave.

The first few months as a slave were terrible. They were filled with crying, sleeping, crying, eating, and crying some more. Then she met Eris. Eris was quite a few years older than her but like Cal, she too was slave. Unlike Calder, Eris still had hope left inside. Eris was somewhere between an older sister and a mother. Eris showed Calder all the things her mother hadn't and loved Calder all the ways her mother wouldn't. But Fate seemed to have a problem with happy-Cal as it snatched everything away from her again.

When Calder was 13, Eris was accused of plotting against the slave-trade and executed without even being given a trial. Cal had seen it happen before — slaves were often forced to watch executions as a reminder to what would happen to them if they didn't listen — but it was different watching someone you knew get murdered. Cal screamed and fought against guards like a rabid animal, but it made no difference. Eris's corpse and her belongings were burned the next day.

The next few months were torture. Calder changed internally and externally. She refused to eat her meals and visibly lost a lot of weight. She became much more subdued. Quiet was not something Cal was known for previously, but after the incident she barely spoke a word. She was obedient and silent, doing what she was told to, no questions asked. But that was when Arik came along.

Arik was a new slave, only 10 and he so painfully reminded Calder of what she used to be like and god did it hurt. He was so full of youth and energy that the only thing that came to mind when she looked at him was a little bird with its wings clipped. And so she did what she had to. She took him under her wing.

After Arik came, Calder finally seemed to regain a sense of who she truly was at her core. She finally climbed back out of her shell. She was loud and reckless. She refused to listen and took her punishments with her chin up.

Two years later, Cal was offered a deal. Kill Arik and get free or both of them die. She had three nights to decide. Of course, Cal didn't want to but she had no idea what to do. So she decided that the next day, she would try to escape and try to take Arik with her, but when she woke up the next morning, Arik was found with a knife in her gut and Cal was released.

It was different from Eris's death. Eris's death made her feel sad but Arik's death made her feel a sort of blinding rage and grief that she couldn't look past. She didn't kill him but somehow her hands were stained with his blood. He died and she benefited from his death. It was disgusting, she was disgusting, screw everything, she hated herself so much that she fell in love with pain.

Cal spent whatever was left her meager money of alcohol and cigarettes. She had no home so the bar became it and when she was kicked out of those, she'd just sleep on the street right outside.

But maybe Fate finally took a little bit of pity on Cal and gave her a little push in the right direction. After a few years of the same old, same old, she got into another drunk brawl, but this time someone pulled her out of it. At first she thought it was her guardian angel but then she realized that it awfully unlikely. No, instead it was a smuggler who introduced himself as Macaine who had taken pity on her and saved her ass from another beating. He helped pay off her rather hefty debts (plural) in return for her helping him with his ship, the Avalon.

Cal only did it to pay off her debt to him at the beginning but after proving her skill as a mechanic, she soon realized that maybe the people were genuinely kind and cared about her, they weren't just using her as free labour. It was difficult at first for her to accept that fact, but after a while it occurred to her that maybe they were her home now, and it wasn't like she had anything to go back to anyway, so she chose to stay with Mac and his crew who were more than just a crew now, they were her family.
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{•°-TIMELINE-°•}:
0 - Cal is born
9 - Cal is sold to slavers - she meets Eris who is 16
13 - Eris is executed
14 - Cal meets Arik who is 9
16 - Arik is murdered - Cal gains her freedom
20 - Cal meets Mac and joins his crew as a mechanic
26 (nearly 27) - Present time - the Avalon veers off course

"~With all due respect — which is none~"

{•°-PARENTS-°•}: Emery Einar (mother, deceased), Unknown (father)
{•°-SIBLINGS-°•}: N/A
{•°-SIGNIFICANT OTHERS-°•}: N/A

“~Sir, that's my emotional support knife collection~”

{•°-ALIGNMENT-°•}: Chaotic Neutral
{•°-PERSONALITY TYPE-°•}: ISTP-A
{•°-OTHER-°•}:
~ alcoholic
~ smokoholic
~ very angry potatoe
~ mama grizzly
~ grumpy
~ tattoos
~ "suicide is never the answer. you gotta outlive your enemies"
~ middle finger as a response for everything
~ fingerless gloves
~ leather jackets
~ running on space-redbull and spite
'~ a modern tragedy vol. 1' by grandson

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{•°- NOEMI - PRINCEP -°•}

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{•°-FIRST NAME-°•}: Noemi (pleasant; lovely)
{•°-MIDDLE NAME-°•}: Dara (pearl of wisdom)
{•°-LAST NAME-°•}: Saffi (wisdom)
{•°-NICKNAME-°•}:

“~i am, as the critics say, a disaster~”

{•°-AGE-°•}: 31
{•°-HEIGHT-°•}: 5'8
{•°-GENDER-°•}: Female
{•°-SEXUALITY-°•}: Pan-bby
{•°-APPEARANCE-°•}: (fc; abigail cowen)
To say that Noemi was anything short of drop-dead gorgeous would be a huge understatement. From how in every room she walks into, all eyes fall on her to how when she speaks, her voice demands attention, Noemi has a chic, 'you-do-not-get-to-ignore-me' vibe. While her wardrobe consists of various shades of classy, one thing you can always count on is her wearing her signature bold replace lipstick that no matter where you look, you can never find the exact shade. When asked about it, Noemi responds that it is made out of the tears of people she leaves crying on the debate floor and the colour comes from their blood. It's actually made of her home-grown roses but as if she'd ever admit that. Her go-to look that she's known for is an all replace outfit with a little gold and black thrown in for the drama. red dress, red heels, red bag, red gloves, with gold earrings and a smoky eye although on days that she's feeling particularly bold, Noemi might consider bringing out a little red beret or a darker red trench coat (maybe a black leather jacket for more casual events). Other than her extremely monochromatic, 'no-such-thing-as-being-overdressed' style, Noemi has a natural fiery red hair color. Many of her haters believe that it's dyed but since when does she give a shit about what her haters think? She has a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks which she has never been a fan of because she believes they make her look 'cute'. Noemi also has bright green eyes which often look like they are staring straight into your soul (likely because they are) and her famous side-eye could, and probably has made a grown man piss himself.
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"~Darkly, delicately~"

{•°-NATION-°•}: Runalithe
{•°-AFFILIATION-°•}: Runalithian Princep Council
{•°-ROLE-°•}: Princep

"~It's my turn now~"

{•°-PERSONALITY-°•}: Many people believe that Noemi doesn't deserve to be where she is now, but Noemi would like to point out that she's up here they're down there so she must've done something right. Noemi's not the kindest lady you've ever me, and certainly not the most innocent. She's done some dark things to get where she is now but she doesn't regret a single one of her decisions (okay, well, maybe that one time she decided to straighten her hair right before an event and ended up burning herself and the burn on her neck looked less like a burn and more like something else). But the thing is, she's grown from the trauma. Noemi who grew up with a sexist father who believed women shouldn't work became part of the most power people in Runalithe second only to the Potentate and that is something that she will always be proud of because take that you stupid shit of a father. Of course, Noemi's not perfect now either. She still drinks a little too much, smokes a little too much, uses people a little too much, but she was always a little too much, she was never satisfied being being just enough. Noemi doesn't let much get on her nerves. She's a queen, a goddess so why care about every little thing? But one of the few things that can bother her is not a thing, but rather a person. Sama Hafiz. Her mortal enemy, darkest desire and fellow Princep. Noemi doesn't chase, she gets chased so who is this woman to flip her life around with just a raise of her eyebrow? Nobody, that's who. Of course when Noemi isn't being bothered by annoyingly attractive coworkers, she's busy doing cliche, saving the people of Runalithe with her amazing debate skills and unimpressed side-eyes all while fighting off the crazy stalkers and paparazzi that she's accumulated over time.
{•°-HISTORY-°•}:

"~Rule #1: Never be #2~"

{•°-PARENTS-°•}: Aven Kiret (father), Naja Saffi (mother), Karis Rekin (step-father)
{•°-SIBLINGS-°•}: There's alot of them so from oldest to youngest -
Nimret Saffi (little brother - 27)
Nisha Saffi (little sister - 25)
Noren Saffi and Nieran Saffi (little brothers, twins - 20)
Naya Saffi (little sister - 17)
{•°-SIGNIFICANT OTHERS-°•}: N/A (collab with Sama Hafiz - @goblin)

“~She don't give a fuck about nobody~”

{•°-ALIGNMENT-°•}: Chaotic Neutral
{•°-PERSONALITY TYPE-°•}: ESTJ-A
{•°-ENNEAGRAM-°•}:
{•°-OTHER-°•}:
~ Marina and the Diamonds
~ sex, drugs, etc
~ gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss
~ The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
~ red lipstick
~ severely decaffeinated
~ poker face
~ expensive perfumes
~ not a single strand of hair out of place
~ thorns and roses
~ bitch, i said what i said
~ god is a woman and noemi is god
~ Marilyn Monroe
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Appearance:
(view spoiler)[Calder is not the prettiest woman ever, but she's certainly not terrible looking either. She stands at an average height and her skin is tanned from her time working at repair shops and she bears several scars along her arms and body from burns, scrapes, and cuts. She's very clumsy and because of this she often injures herself so if she's not drinking, smoking, repairing something or being forced to apologize to someone for throwing something at them she's probably busy nursing or bandaging a wound. Her hair is a dark brown color and she's always seen sporting a messy braid. She claims it's practical but in reality it's the only hairstyle she knows how to make. Cal's wardrobe is almost entirely limited to tank tops, cargo pants, fingerless gloves and knee high boots with with the occasional leather jacket thrown for a more niche look. Cal is just about always covered in grime and oil but her most distinguishing feature, however, would probably be the tattoos that crawl up her arms and body. She prefers not to tell people what the tattoos really mean, but each one she gets represents something from her past. (hide spoiler)]

Personality
(view spoiler)[Calder is not exactly a people-person. While she wouldn't go as far as to call herself a misanthrope (although she likely is), Cal prefers solidarity over company of people. She's a very angry sort of person, and cusses people out all the time. Back when she was a teenager, Calder's superiors would often wash her mouth out with soap but she quite clearly never learned her lesson. Cal doesn't like trying out new things or going through change. She likes everything to be nice and predictable, which is rather ironic because she herself is never predictable. You can never tell if she's going to laugh with you or throw a wrench a your head from all the way across the room with scary good precision. (hide spoiler)]

History
(view spoiler)[Calder was born the pirate-ridden world of Crysanthe in the Outer Rim. Like many other planets from the Outer Rim, Crysanthe did not have much contact with the rest of space which meant that Cal never traveled anywhere as a child and well into young adulthood. Cal was the result of a one-night stand that her mother made quite and well clear that she regretted it and how Cal was a mistake she wished she'd never had.

Calder was given a boy's name when she was born. Her mother, a fair-skinned, hazel-eyes blonde and self-proclaimed great beauty claimed that Cal came out looking so much like her father that she assumed Cal was a boy. She was not. Wow what a surprise.

Because of how poor they were, Calder would often go out and try to find little jobs she could do to earn money. Of course, as a child there was only so much she could do.

Cal finally got a job at a repair center near her home. She fixed up pirate ships and bikes for meager pay. Soon enough, Calder, despite her age and the fact that half the people who came around figured she was just a thin, lanky boy, become pretty well-known. Fixing was like her first drug, she became addicted to the surge of pride and satisfaction of fixing something that was broken. That was, until the Servik Pirates came along.

Cal was more than used to seeing criminals and lowlifes around town. Crystanthe was home to pirates, scum and villainy from all over the galaxy. But it was also known for another thing. Its notorious slave trade. It wasn't unsurprising when pirates and gangs came around, tore down houses and sold people to slavers. But it also wasn't the sort of thing Calder had ever imagined happening to herself. But then one completely normal evening when Calder was about 9 years old, pirates came barging through the door. They killed her mother and took Cal with them.

Calder was sold to the Ryloniath gang that controlled to northern part of Crysanthe. RFX-0907. Cal's slave number and her first tattoo was on her ankle. It was first burned onto her, then tattooed over. A gift from her slavers to her as a reminder to what she would always be. A slave. Once a slave, always a slave.

The first few months as a slave were terrible. They were filled with crying, sleeping, crying, eating, and crying some more. Then she met Eris. Eris was quite a few years older than her but like Cal, she too was slave. Unlike Calder, Eris still had hope left inside. Eris was somewhere between an older sister and a mother. Eris showed Calder all the things her mother hadn't and loved Calder all the ways her mother wouldn't. But Fate seemed to have a problem with happy-Cal as it snatched everything away from her again.

When Calder was 13, Eris was accused of plotting against the slave-trade and executed without even being given a trial. Cal had seen it happen before — slaves were often forced to watch executions as a reminder to what would happen to them if they didn't listen — but it was different watching someone you knew get murdered. Cal screamed and fought against guards like a rabid animal, but it made no difference. Eris's corpse and her belongings were burned the next day.

The next few months were torture. Calder changed internally and externally. She refused to eat her meals and visibly lost a lot of weight. She became much more subdued. Quiet was not something Cal was known for previously, but after the incident she barely spoke a word. She was obedient and silent, doing what she was told to, no questions asked. But that was when Arik came along.

Arik was a new slave, only 10 and he so painfully reminded Calder of what she used to be like and god did it hurt. He was so full of youth and energy that the only thing that came to mind when she looked at him was a little bird with its wings clipped. And so she did what she had to. She took him under her wing.

After Arik came, Calder finally seemed to regain a sense of who she truly was at her core. She finally climbed back out of her shell. She was loud and reckless. She refused to listen and took her punishments with her chin up.

Two years later, Cal was offered a deal. Kill Arik and get free or both of them die. She had three nights to decide. Of course, Cal didn't want to but she had no idea what to do. So she decided that the next day, she would try to escape and try to take Arik with her, but when she woke up the next morning, Arik was found with a knife in her gut and Cal was released.

It was different from Eris's death. Eris's death made her feel sad but Arik's death made her feel a sort of blinding rage and grief that she couldn't look past. She didn't kill him but somehow her hands were stained with his blood. He died and she benefited from his death. It was disgusting, she was disgusting, screw everything, she hated herself so much that she fell in love with pain.

Cal spent whatever was left her meager money of alcohol and cigarettes. She had no home so the bar became it and when she was kicked out of those, she'd just sleep on the street right outside.

But maybe Fate finally took a little bit of pity on Cal and gave her a little push in the right direction. After a few years of the same old, same old, she got into another drunk brawl, but this time someone pulled her out of it. At first she thought it was her guardian angel but then she realized that it awfully unlikely. No, instead it was a smuggler who introduced himself as Macaine who had taken pity on her and saved her ass from another beating. He helped pay off her rather hefty debts (plural) in return for her helping him with his ship, the Avalon.

Cal only did it to pay off her debt to him at the beginning but after proving her skill as a mechanic, she soon realized that maybe the people were genuinely kind and cared about her, they weren't just using her as free labour. It was difficult at first for her to accept that fact, but after a while it occurred to her that maybe they were her home now, and it wasn't like she had anything to go back to anyway, so she chose to stay with Mac and his crew who were more than just a crew now, they were her family. (hide spoiler)]