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Olivia Blackmoore District 2 FINISHED Dec 7, 2013 11:45:42 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Dec 7, 2013 11:45:42 GMT -5

Name: Olivia Blackmoore
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:

I'm torn between the instinct that is human and the instinct that is feral, which one is the one that is me, what should I follow?

Personality:

I've made up my mind, I'm an animal, I'm ruled by that side of me, I have no shame and I have no regrets. I will hunt you and I will find you.

History:

I'm the family pet, I do as I'm told and hope to get rewarded, I like it that way, I like being their pet and letting them treat me as they will, I like to be rewarded for my good behavior.

Codeword: Odair
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Last Edit: Dec 10, 2013 19:58:16 GMT -5 by Anna Banana

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Olivia Blackmoore District 2 FINISHED Dec 7, 2013 22:29:29 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Dec 7, 2013 22:29:29 GMT -5

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Olivia · Blackmoore
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1. 18, Female, District 2, etc
2. words words words
3. words or phrase

“There is no way to tame a feral animal, you can just make friends with it and hope it responds to you better than most.”

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[/size]What was it that made me like this, I bet you would love to know wouldn't you, you would love to know why I'm a monster, why I've been reduced to a grunting animal. I live for the approval of my family, I'm their pet, their little animal that they feed the scraps to. I don't complain though, I love it, I love to be their pet, I love to be their animal. Once upon a time I might not have been so welcoming of such things, I would have been too proud for that. I wasn't always like this, I wasn't always an animal to be toyed with a played with at the pleasure of my family, to be fed scraps and love it. I was a proud member of the district, someone who could hold their head high and be proud of who they were, I was like all the boys and girls that I now serve, as their pet.

Oh how long ago it seems that was, I almost have no memories of it to be honest, and even those memories are hazy at best. Perhaps it's all the years I've spent as the pet to this family that I can't remember some of the things that would make me seem "human" to those that would look at me. I prefer it that way though, I prefer them to look at me like an animal, I want them to see some twisted creature, bent and warped by the life she's gone through, and I think that I can get them to think that. There are others who don't realize what an animal I am until I tear their throats and the light leaves their eyes. What a beautiful sight it is to seem the fear in their eyes when they realize that what they're dealing with isn't what they thought rather it's an animal that will destroy them and relish at the thought of knowing they are scared.

Aren't I getting a bit ahead of myself though, I should tell you more about me, more about how I became like this, how I came to enjoy the life I live now. Well it all started with my family I suppose, I remember that much, I'm not a complete idiot. I was born to...fine I don't remember who they are, all I remember is that I had a happy life with a happy family, I can remember their faces well enough, but I can't remember their names. It was a happy life though, it's one of the few times I can remember that kind of joy ever filling my heart...actually it's the only time I can remember having a heart at all. What an odd time that was, a time when I felt things more often then I do now, when I had a conscience. The girl I remember in the reflection isn't the same as me either, I can feel my mouth almost turn up in a smile as I remember that girl.

I see a happy girl with a dimpled face and long raven black hair that tumbles down her back, what a change from how I am now. I don't smile like that anymore, I only ever smile when I feel the life force leaving my victims. My hair is short and swept over my head, spiked and held in place by the blood of my victims. It's a wonderful thing to think of isn't it, that the blood of my victims is what binds me together, binds me to my family, binds me to this world. Oh how simple life is now compared to how it is was then, so many things I don't have to worry about now that I had to before. Like where my next meal would come from or what I was going to wear, or even the training that all the other fools have to worry about, I'm well taken care of as the pet in this family. I know I don't have to worry about that anymore, I'm off the grid, I'm no longer required to deal with any of those things.

I've skipped something important though, I can feel this little...nagging...in the back of my mind, tearing at my mind and rending what little sanity I have left to shreds. A memory that has remained out of reach was out of reach for a reason, and yet those images flash before my eyes with crystal clear clarity. For the first time in a long time I feel fear, I feel weak and unable to look at those images that are appearing before my eyes. I open my mouth to scream and I am reminded that only a strangled sound of pain an escape me, the sound of an animal, and the images overwhelm me. I'm a prisoner in my home, my house is surrounded by armed Peacekeepers for some crime that to this day I have no knowledge of, they wanted my family to come out...but we didn't. My father was stubborn and my mother and I did everything he asked, no matter how foolish.

Naturally this meant that when the Peacekeepers called all of us out and to surrender any weapons we were holding, and my father said no...we had to obey. We were given ten minutes to comply before they set fire to the house and we were to be burned alive. We didn't come out, under the hateful gaze of my father we stayed where we were until the flames began to lick at the wooden frame of our house and soon engulfed everything around us. In a moment of pure adrenaline my mother ran at me and grabbed my arm, my thin 12 year old arm. I could hear my father yelling at her to let me go and that we would all burn together, but she didn't let me go, she dragged me across the room and before I knew what was going on I was thrown through the window, just as the house was engulfed in flames.

The rest after that is a blur, I remember the sneer of a Peacekeeper as I lay on the ground that night, and I remember flashes of struggling to survive on the streets. A drunken fight that left me bruised and broken, after that...everything is a blur, pieces barely pieced together. It grew dark and I remember waking up in the streets of District 2, places looked familiar to me, but it seemed...darker. I was wearing nothing but a few rags that barely covered me, and my throat burned with a thirst that didn't want to be quenched. I wanted to beg but when I opened my mouth to ask people for things I found I didn't have a voice, no matter how much I wanted to beg I had no voice to do it...I was Avoxed...my final punishment. Who would have thought that the old saying "suffer in silence" would apply so literally to me, I certainly didn't see it coming...but unlike others I let my rage and despair fill me, I wouldn't let them get the best of me.

That started my life and hunting on the streets, killing for the fun of it, who would suspect a young girl of such violent acts, no one suspected the cute innocent face until it was the last thing they saw before their life was snuffed out. How good it felt to feel their windpipe get crushed under my grip, to watch that sparkle leave their eyes as their life force left them. Of course as a method of surviving I ate what I needed to off them, and it wasn't uncommon for me to steal their clothes to keep myself warm and covered. I wanted more out of life though, I wanted more than this, I wanted their to be a purpose behind it, a purpose behind my actions. That's when I met someone from the Stone family, I can't remember who and I don't care to remember, all I remember is almost all of my humanity was gone when they found me and took me in.

I wasn't loved, not in the sense that most people would be loved, but I felt taken care of at least. They liked to use my talents to help them in their hunts, and I loved to help them because they shared the spoils with me. I got treated like an animal with them, but I was an animal, I had lost any right to humanity when I was thrown out the window and at the mercy of the Peacekeepers. At least I was alive, an I felt more alive than I had in a very long time. Of course alive is a relative term considering everything, in this life I was dead but I was alive. The girl that I used to be was dead, she died long before that incident ever killed her, I was always a prisoner, even in my own home, now though...I was free. I was their pet and I liked it that way, I liked the freedom that came with it, the freedom that came with being with them and not having to worry about them giving me up and letting me die. For better or worse I was a part of their family, albeit the pet of the family, but I was theirs, I was Obsidine Stone.

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Last Edit: Dec 10, 2013 19:59:20 GMT -5 by Anna Banana

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Anna Banana Capitol Resident [M:-4150] 1,208 POSTS last seen Jul 4, 2014 7:39:41 GMT -5 Making things happen one day at a time	Olivia Blackmoore District 2 FINISHED Dec 9, 2013 21:52:40 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Anna Banana on Dec 9, 2013 21:52:40 GMT -5 I think this charrie is finished, let me know if there is anything I need to do to it.
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Olivia Blackmoore District 2 FINISHED Dec 9, 2013 22:25:15 GMT -5

Post by charade on Dec 9, 2013 22:25:15 GMT -5

Hey, Axel! Pretty good character you have here!

The only issue is the avoxing. If a PK avoxed her, she'd be in the Capitol no ifs ands or buts. I'm gonna have to ask you to take that bit out or change it to her having been made mute by a crazy family member or because of an accident.

After that change though, she can be accepted!

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Anna Banana Capitol Resident [M:-4150] 1,208 POSTS last seen Jul 4, 2014 7:39:41 GMT -5 Making things happen one day at a time	Olivia Blackmoore District 2 FINISHED Dec 9, 2013 22:49:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Anna Banana on Dec 9, 2013 22:49:11 GMT -5 Alright, I left it up in the air, like she doesn't remember. I wasn't sure how to do that, so thanks for the clarification on that, and the tip.
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	16 Jul 12, 23:43 GB: I bet you just sit at your computer with a tea cup and a monocle