Cherith Fiora, District 7 (FIN)
Dec 27, 2011 16:12:43 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 27, 2011 16:12:43 GMT -5
I may be paranoid, but not an android
History
Hello, my name is Cherith Fiora- and I can tell you are interested in learning more about myself. Well, where do I begin. Firstly, or should I say secondly, I am the age of 15- in my mid teens. However my life has not been perfect. When I was born, my mother gave birth to me early. 2 months early, meaning I was a very ill baby. Being a rich family in District 1, my mother decided she could not lose me after losing several other children in same way. She used the entirety of her life savings- and my fathers- to take our family to District 6 where some of the best Doctors lived and worked. Almost nearly not surviving- the moment we arrived in the Medical District, I was taken to a hospital where I was cared for. At first, my condition began to deterate rapidly. There were a few moments, where my heart stopped beating but the kind Doctors of District 6 continued to work on me. It was after I slipped into a comatic like state, when the Doctors decided to take drastic measures.
They used some drugs- ones that boosted my brains performance to keep me alive atleast. They then, used capitolian technology to cure me of my weaknesses- healing my liver, giving me sight, curing my brain of its breakages. It took a long time to get me better but by the time I was 3 months old, I had opened my eyes and was functioning like a real baby. There was something odd, the Doctors noticed. My eyes for starters were oppisote colors. One was brown, the other blue. Something the Doctors assumed was a side-affect of the drugs they had used. Another thing they noticed, was that as I grew (slower than other babies- that was one thing they could not change) when I was given a stimuli- I reacting quicker than other babies. My mother and father were told- after some tests- that my brain was a bit faster than others, that I was better at solving puzzles and such.
Being proud parents, they could not help but boast about their 'super' baby. Of course, this went through the ears of many and finally reached the Capitol and once they had learnt of a child with great puzzle solving abilities- they saw this as a threat. A threat they could use to their advantage. At the age of 11 months, my parents were ready to return to District 1 with their beautiful baby. It was on the way home, when tragedy struck. The train we were traveling by, came across a blockage on the track. The Driver tried to change the lines but it was too late- the train crashed in a large fireball of explosions killing those on board. It was said to be an accident, and that no one survived- but that was a lie. I was taken from my cot, moments before the crash by Capitol officals without my parents knowing. The Capitol were not going to let the secret out about a puzzle solving genius.
From there, I was taken to a Capitol facility where I grew as a normal child. They taught me things that most normal children of my age would learn at that time but with one hitch- that all those outside the wall of the Capitol were savage beings who only wanted to over throw the power of the Capitol. Of course, being the rational person I am- I knew deep down that they were lieing to me. And that they always lied to me about everything they ever told me. My birth, my parents, the truth behind the train. All lies. I lived with them though, ignoring the bitter lies. I always kept my mind closed- un-willing for false knowlage only willing for that which was true.
Years passed and I continued to be controlled- living in this building. As my brain grew- so did my ability to store information and solve puzzles. The Capitols interest in me grew as well and security was tightened as they were afraid that I would escape. Not that I were planning to at first, but when they began taking away the hours that I were aloud to spend on the roof top gardens, then I began observing their movements as they left the confides of my prision. One day, I was reading up on fires that occured in the past- when I stumbled across something about Fire Safety. Reading futher, I learnt that when there were a fire in a Capitolian house or building- that the doors would automatically open, allowing those inside to escape. This was my chance, and I began planning more in detail of my escape.
Shortly after my 15th Birthday, I decided that this would be the perfect time to use the occasion to escape. One of the guards was rather fond of me, and would always leave me a little cup cake with sugery icing and a burning candle on top to say happy birthday. And this year without fail- after coming in from my afternoon lessons; there was the cake with the burning candle. I waited a moment, before dashing over to the candle. Knowing that Nylon was partically flamable, I placed the naked flame on my bed covers and it went up. Smoke quickly filled the room as the fire began to rage in the corner of the room. Second passed before I heard a loud beeping- and the doors, opened. I had finally got my chance. Running quickly, I followed the fire exit signs which would hopefully lead me to salvation. Several flights of stares later, I found the door- and rushed out. Only to find myself on the roof of the bulidng nextdoor.
It was tough getting down but the closely spaced buildings allowed me to find one with a fire escape ladder on the side. Clambering down it, I watched as the building I had been in burned. I knew they would be looking for me- if not they would assume I were dead but I knew these men too well; they knew I would have figured a way out. They had been planning for the escape but they were not prepared the way I would go. Once on the ground, I ran through the dark streets of the Capitol; following the signs that would lead me to the train station. It was my only hope of escaping. It took me almost the remaineder of the night to find the place- and to my dismay it was too dark to see the numbers on the sides of the cargo carriages which were being shifted back to their home districts. I took the closest one, and climbed inside through a small hole in the roof. Once inside- I sat there until I found myself asleep.
Hours later I awoke to find we were not moving. Peering out, I saw that we had stopped in a wooded area- possibly for fuel. I knew this was my chance to escape- for if I were found in the carrage then i would simply be caught by Peacekeepers and taken to the Detention centre and possibly, Avoxed. Clambering out the same way I had got in, I walked away from the train, in a easternyl direction. I had no idea were I was going or if there were any Districts near by- but as I continued on my journey- I knew that I was not far from a town of such, since on the horizon stood a couple of buildings- and beyond that I could see even more. Exhausted- I lay beneath a tree, slowly slipping off into a sleep.
Personality
The first thing that you must know about me is that I like both the company of Females and Males. Yes, I am Bi-Sexual. Many of those at the research facility frowned upon me when I talked about both the beauty of men and females that I had seen in pictures and on TV. It is something I am proud of, and I have accepted the fact I like both genders- even my own . It is something everyone has to face- and I guess I have always known I like females and men but since I have not aquainted myself with members of my age that are of either sex I cannot tell you which gender I do prefer. I am on a Neutral balance between liking men and woman.
If you have not already realized, I am somewhat Rational when it comes to thinking. I see no need for most things like pretty dresses and such- they are a distraction from the Knowlage in life that we are allowed to take and use at our will. When in the Facility I would always wear the simplest of clothes- and i found that this did not distract me from my learning. Bright colours are something that I believe to be irrational and unneceasary these days. Rational thinking means that when I believe in something I stick to it. For example- my opinion that the Hunger Games is a brutal not needed sport has always and will always be my way of thinking. There are things, that rarely change my mind. For example- proof would change my mind about many things but until I can see that proof- I still stick to my opinions.
As well as being Rational, I am clever- or so I have been told. As I mentioned earlier, the rate my brain absorbs information much more faster and, in my opinion, more efficently than anyone else I know. When I read, I abosrb the text like a sponge. I cannot help it, it is something that has been this way since I were cured of my illnesses as a baby. This quick reacting brain means I am very good at puzzle solving- and when I was given some old age puzzle toy called a Rubiks cube- it did not take me long to figure the toy out and it was solved soon after being handed to me. This is the reason the Capitol are so afraid of me. They are afraid I will figure out some secret they are hording- and I will solve it and spread the word.
It is this fear from the Capitol that keeps me catious. I am not used to socializing with people so therefore I do not know how to recognize those who are good and those who are bad. I only saw a few faces during my early days at the Facility and none were my age so I will possibly struggle to socilize with those who share simalar intrests with me. This catiousness does not mean I do not know how interact with someone- no, I have done plenty of reading of socializing. It is just the case of, choosing the right person to talk with that is all. The wrong person and I could find myself in the Detention centre- or worse, the Capitol once again!
Appearence
Finally we come to my appearence. Something that, is very important if you are to know who I am. My hair, is something that I dislike but have always kept due to controlive guardians. It is chin length, far too long for my liking ad it is a chocolate brown- but the colour of chocolate that is 70% Coco. Not quite dark but not too light. My right eye follows this sort of colour but is more, Chocolate Milk brown than anything else really. As for my left, something many find odd, it is a dark navy blue. This was most likely caused by the drugs given to me as a baby but I could be wrong- it may be a gentic disorder.[/blockquote]
The two colours stand out bold against my sandy peachy skin. An un-usual tone for skin I know- but I am told it was a gene of my mothers. My facial feautrres and hair sit on top of a rounded face, something that gives me a young youthfull look. I have almost no colour in my cheeks, and my lips are only slightly pink. The rest of my body almost conicides with my odd look- I am quite skinny weighing in at only 7 and a half stone. This may be because- for a girl- I am quite tall. I stand at 5"7' meaning most of my clothes are made for boys, so I often look like I am not a girl at all. This leads onto my fashion sense. I wear, plain clothes. Nothing fancy. I more often than not wear black work trousers that need a belt to keep them on my tiny frame. Along side, I wear a plain white work shirt, which I tuck into my trousers. If I am feeling feminine- then I will wear a dress or two.
Codeword: Odair