Ruthless (District One)

Ruthless (District One) Dec 13, 2013 15:56:21 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 13, 2013 15:56:21 GMT -5

Name: Ruth(less) Foster
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

Nothing special to say the least, but then again it seems as if everyone in District One appear to be models. The careers, the workers, the tributes, they all seem so perfect. But for Ruthless on the other hand she’s very average compared to these beauties. The majority stands at decent heights while the rest tower over them greatly. Ruthless though is forced to stand her ground in order to not get stumbled over with her short disposition of 5’2. At least she’s able to pull someone to ground along with her if need ever be, as her build is complete opposite from her length. That’s the joys of being a career though, right?

Fighting, training, and trouble making, that’s about the extent of Ruthless’s activity book. As a result her tiny body is covered in muscles and scars, but she loves it. Constantly being outside brought an olive-like tan that never leaves, though tan lines vary depending on what she was wearing last. Keeping up with her hair during all of this is obviously not a concern, as it’s usually tied up and hanging wherever it may. Appearance means nothing to Ruthless like is does to other girls. Certainly she does not care to look ugly, looking decent is good enough for her though. It’s all about strength; beauty gets a woman nowhere as much as they may think.

Personality:

Flaws and strengths possess everyone, even the one’s that seem absolutely perfect have a few quirks about them no one is aware of. For Ruthless it’s the opposite of that though. Since joining the Career Foster home at the age of ten she’s been nothing but trouble. While only very few get to know her, the rest believe she’s insane. Getting into fight and training as a career was the only things she felt actually good at. So anything else was disregarded while outside of her home.

Depression consumed Ruthless the day her only three family members left. Her only way out was distraction, and having a foster father that forced his orphans to all become careers was perfect for her. Training and fighting and nothing else consumed her life the first few years, but eventually wasn’t enough. Trouble always followed the young girl, and her distractions became that and the harsh lashings that resulted from it around the age of thirteen. Forgetting about her mother and baby sister, even her father, was all that mattered. But still it always became not enough.

The age of sixteen seems to be the age of young adulthood, and finally Ruthless wasn’t completely alone. Drinking, partying, and sleeping with boys joined into the mix of fighting and training; all it was, was more, more, more to keep her mind off of reality. Still Ruthless constantly caught herself staring outside of the district fence, unsure of how she caught there. Nothing could keep her mind off of her mother and Joy.

You’ll be kicked onto the streets if you don’t get into the hunger games, constantly rings through Ruthless’s ears. She loves it though. It’s her one escape, the biggest distraction of them all. Getting into the hunger games would end it all, either she’d die, or become victor. Ruthless could still find her mother and Joy. They’d come back once her mother realized she could care for them.

History:

Money meant nothing with an amazing family, and at first that’s exactly what Ruth held. Her mother was the best anyone could ever ask for, caring for her children more then anything else in the world. The father on the hand was quite strict and violent, completely opposite from his wife. They met when they were very young though, madly falling in love and got married within a year of meeting. Ruth’s mother had no clue of the rage her husband would grow when her children were born.

First it was baby Ruth, and with a small family expenses were low, and the stress did not arrive yet. When she was at the age of four her baby sister, Joy, was born, and with very bad asthma. Being one of the rare poor families in district one, their father began having to work much longer hours to care for their sick child. That’s when his stress levels raised, along with his violence. With a sick baby sister the anger was all directed towards young Ruth and her mother. But they couldn’t leave. The medicine needed for Joy required a lot of money that only their father could make.

One day though, Ruth & Joy’s Father snapped, and luckily it wasn’t turned towards them. He went crazy in the town square, grabbing any hard object he could to swing at peacekeepers. Ruth was only ten at the time but was smart enough to understand what was going on, and what could result from all of this. She ran as fast her short legs could carry her, but by the time she reached her father it was too late. The peacekeepers were handcuffing him to take him away, and probably for good. As much as Ruth had waited for this day, to see her abusive father being taken away, she knew her family still needed him. Joy still needed her medicine.

“Stop!” Little Ruth screamed as loud as she could, attempting to pull away the peacekeeper closest to her. “We need him! Please!” Tears began forming in her eyes and eventually fell down her chubby cheeks. But the peacekeeper simply pushed her to the side like a rag doll. They began taking him away. “No!” More screaming and she jumped to her feet and ran after them. There was little fabric on their uniforms to clutch onto though, and even if there was she’d never be able to stop them. One turned around and firmly slapped the back of his hand across the young girl’s face. The impact brought her to the floor, but more importantly made her give up.

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“No…” Ruth couldn’t believe what she was witnessing as she returned from watching her Father loose it and be taken away. Her mother was packing things, rapidly as if their home was about to be bombed. “What are you doing?” She asked in a shaky voice.

“We talked about this Ruthless.” That was where the nickname first originated. “Joy can’t stay here, especially not now.” Yes this was discussed often, only between Ruth and her mother though. If anything were to happen to their Father Ruth’s mother and baby sister had to leave in order to keep Joy alive. Supposedly there was a place out there that could help Joy, and keep them both protected and cared for.

Ruth’s mother placed two small bags by the door and looked back at her older daughter, tears flooding down her face. She went down to Ruth’s eye level and placed a hand on each of her small, frail shoulders. “We have to protect Joy, right?” The young blond nodded her head, no tears arriving her own blue eyes. Her mother hugged her for a long few moments, and Ruth went over to give Joy one last big hug…then they were gone.

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It didn’t take long for the peacekeepers to discover ten-year-old Ruth was now an orphan. They never even questioned what happened to her mother and baby sister, as if some how they magically vanished from the books. Her Father was taken to the detention center, and now the little girl had no one. The Career Foster home welcomed her with…well violent arms.

Mr. Foster was extremely similar to her Father, but with nothing that reminded her of home, it was comforting for Ruthless. Getting into trouble and having to suffer the consequences was now her only memory of home, along with a picture of her mother sister. She had a memory of everyone here. So the trouble making spiraled out of control. But there was one way Mr. Foster was different from her Father. Being a Career, just as all of his foster children were: young or old, innocent or violent, all of them. That did push a little discipline into Ruthless, but more strength and strategy to…well cause more trouble.