Almyra Kaylock / District Eight
Jan 26, 2013 17:33:38 GMT -5
Post by Penny on Jan 26, 2013 17:33:38 GMT -5
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Month: Weather: 96th Hunger Games Victor: Lionel Estrada, District 5
Mayoral and High Council Election Results:
Meet your newest High Council and District Mayors and District 13 President Your Newest Victor Congratulations to Panem's 96th Hunger Games Victor: Lionel Estrada of District Five - authored by Kiah! 96th MVP Give it up for Sucy, our 96th Games OOC MVP! Retro Games: 10th Quell Meet the tributes facing Panem's second Quell: the 10th Annual Hunger Games. Who alone will emerge from the sewers alive? Only time will tell... D6 Staff Strike Sign up your characters to be involved in the District Six hospital staff strike. It's inevitable that any form of protest in Panem will surely spiral out of control. Which side of the picket line are you on? D9 Bake-Off Want to get on TV but don't feel like killing kids in order to do so? Audition for the District Nine Bake-Off! 
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NCE upon a time, in a land we know all too well, there was a war. Great balls of fire fell from the heavens and tore deep into the earth, leaving scars that would never quite fade. Bullets whipped through the air, stealing away hard earned lives so fast one could only blink once before they saw their monarchs fall. Women and children hid as husbands, fathers, and brothers ran into the streets to greet death. Those who weren't killed by the fire were choked to death by the smoke and ashes it left in its wake, eyes wide as the poisons stole into their lungs and slipped into their bloodstream before they could even register the approaching darkness. Many fell. The handful that did survive eventually surrendered to the opposing forces, and the great rebellion was ended, leaving no one untouched. For many years to come, a game would serve to remind the rebels of their greatest mistake, as if the loss of lives was not enough. It was the final echo of the great war, a punishment that was impossible to ignore. In the coming years, it would take hundreds of lives.
NEW kingdom rose from the ashes, composed of twelve separate districts and a single ruling 
HE little princess grew up in a world of wonder. She quite literally lived in the curiosity shop, and lived out her childhood wandering among the antique rocking horses and ornate crystal fairies. Almyra learned to read at a very young age, spending a great deal of her time huddled in the corner pouring over the tattered pages of the shop's many fairy tales. The shop's regulars would call her Princess Almyra of the Kingdom of Curiosities, and she believed every word. She set traps for fairies in the trees outside of the shop, constantly complained that there was a dragon in her closet, and would ride on the rocking horses as if they were her own personal steeds. When she was eight a rusty old tin tiara arrived at the shop, and she immediately claimed it as her own. Every night, before the shop closed, Almyra's mother would ask her, "Why do you love the shop so much, my little princess?" Almyra's reply was always, "Because it is my kingdom."
EARS passed, and Almyra grew. Her childhood flew away and suddenly she was a teenager, a young woman. But she didn't act like it. She still held a youthful innocence, with wide eyes and a dreamy voice. Her parents' anxiety continued to increase as she began to refuse to leave the shop, spending no time with friends and hating every moment she was forced to be in school. When she got home she immediately raced to her corner to read or admire the newest treasures. Most alarming, however, was that she still believed in fairies and monsters and trolls, and was convinced that someday a prince would come to save her from it all. She had become a hopeless romantic, absolutely certain that everything would work out the way things did in her fairy tales. She began to dedicate her entire life to finding her prince so that he could slay her dragons for her. Her parents tried to tell her again and again that her stories were just that - stories. But Almyra was too far gone. Unreachable.
ITH her age came beauty - Almyra grew to be extremely fair, the mysterious princess with the long blonde hair. With lips as soft and pink as a rose's petals and eyes as blue as dusk, she became as radiant as starlight. Many tried and failed to hold her attention. Her smooth, pretty features made it easy enough to ignore the strange lace and silk outfits she often wore, or the way she more often than not arrived at school with a polished tin tiara atop her head. While she did not grow to be very tall she remained quite slender, and her regal hands handled everything with a certain gentle grace. Her footsteps were measured and light, as if she was walking through a dream, so it looked as if she was eternally dancing. Almyra held her head high with a certain air of importance - she was a princess, through and through.
UT try as she might, Almyra could not truly be as flawless as the princesses in her storybooks. She looked into the antique mirrors in her father's shop and took great displeasure in the fact that her eyes were too small, her nostrils too wide. Her hair would tangle within minutes of her brushing it no matter what she used to try and keep it silky. The fair princess tried to cover these faults as best as she could, but she feared anyone who looked at her could see them. It was these flaws caused Almyra to despair, for what prince could possibly want a princess who was not beautiful? Who could ever learn to love someone as flawed as she?
VEN with these flaws (or perhaps because of them), Almyra strove to be every bit like the princesses in her storybooks. She was loyal and honest, defending the defenseless and standing up for what she believed in. Almyra knew that true princesses weren't selfish and shallow, so she always tried her very hardest to be kind and help others. She knew everyone wasn't nearly as fortunate as she was - after all, she was a princess with her own kingdom, and there were some people who slept in boxes. She got in trouble more than once for sneaking away items from the shop and giving them to starving little children. Almyra always had very good intentions, and she tried to be selfless. Even the tiniest ant on the sidewalk was treated with respect, for Almyra read that princesses treated everyone, including animals, equally. Almyra wanted to be the perfect princess, so when her prince came her could overlook her physical flaws.
UT, to Almyra's despair, not even her personality could be perfect. Try as she might, the princess could not be fearless. She tried so hard to be brave, to close her eyes against the monsters in her closet and under her bed, but their growls and groans still hit her ears and she always ended up bolting from her room to sleep on her parents' floor. Almyra was terrified of the dark, to the point where she often slept with the lights on in order to calm herself. Almyra had spent so long waiting for her prince that she didn't know how to deal with her dragons, so she just hid from them.
HE princess's flaws were not limited to her fears. She could be clumsy, arrogant, ignorant, and clueless. She was just a lot better at hiding those other flaws with a sweet smile. More than anything in the world, Almyra wanted to be the perfect princess for her prince, whenever he arrived. She would wait as long as she had to, wishing on as many stars and four leaf clovers as she could find. He would come for her. She was certain of it. And as for a happily ever after? Well, hers hadn't come yet. But it would.
