Serra Percocet -- District 6 [mayor]

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Serra Percocet

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Female
Age Fifty-three
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Appearance[/i]

Glowing blue eyes: that’s always the first thing anyone notices about Serra Percocet. When she was a child, her glowing blue eyes had been large and curious, full of life. Now, of course, constant aging has allowed their lively energy decay and deteriorate, slowly with time. Though, one can still see the traces and hints of interest in her eyes. They always seem to be attentive and alert; people know that she’s listening, just by the glimmer in her eyes. This indeed earns her respect. It seems that Serra’s eyes are what catch everyone’s attention; no one can deny she has the look of a leader.

On the other hand, Serra’s eyes are only glowing and bright when she has treated herself correctly. On days when she’s short of medication or she has forgotten to take some of her pills, one can often notice a drastic difference, just in her appearance, or even her eyes. Her eyes then, often lose their rounder buoyancy, and rather sink lower and lower, creating dark circles beneath them. They lose their sparkle, becoming hollow and dead.

Medication, in Serra’s case, is like makeup. Because her many medications are able to tone down her awfully dynamic mood, her medication is also able to give her a much more pleasant presence and appearance. Serra does wear actual makeup, too though. She has access to almost any kind of facial or skin-related remedy you could find in District Six. Because of this, she is able to keep herself looking young and alive, causing citizens to believe she has a long and active road ahead.

Serra’s eyes, although glowing and curious, are slightly different in size. No one can really notice, and few people would actually care, but it’s always been something Serra had loved to call herself out on. As a teenager, every time she looked in the mirror and saw the uneven proportions of her eyes, she called herself “ugly.” She used it as just another excuse to throw that word upon herself. Serra’s eyes aren’t really something she can fix with a bit of makeup here and there.

Another thing Serra often used to call herself out on, was her nose. Her nose, even now, is thin and boney, almost seemingly jutting out a bit. Serra hated this when she was a teenager. Her nose made her feel self-conscious, only giving her another reason to be insecure about her appearance.

Serra’s lips are thin but curved. When she smiles, her cheekbones are quite prominent: another thing she naturally used to despise about her appearance. However, by using a bit of a makeup and wrinkle cream remedy she retrieved, she was able to lessen that issue just a bit.

Serra is fairly tall, at least for a lady. Standing at 5’8’’, she isn’t tall enough to tower over most men, although she is definitely tall enough to show that she has a certain level of authority and leadership. Long lean legs contribute to Serra’s tall figure. Naturally, Serra has a slender figure, yet how she keeps such a slender figure at her age is a mystery to most people. Not only does she constantly consume and apply medication, but because she had once been a very self-conscious girl, she makes sure she is absolutely in shape, absolutely at her best, twenty-four seven.

Serra had never been proud of her hair. When she was younger, her curls had only been an annoyance. Dealing with curly hair was just plain irritating, and rather useless. Serra has gotten used to the curls that seem to round out her face, although when she was younger, her curls were another factor of insecurity in her appearance.

However, her wavy curls, as frizzy and untidy as they can get, are a unique visual quality of Serra’s. Their intensity has deteriorated, as they are now not quite as hard to manage. Like her curls, the color of her hair has also been altered by time. Once bright blond, Serra’s hair much more of a brown color weaved through the strands of her hair. Therefore, her hair is now a dirty blond color; although, Serra seems to like her hair that way.



Personality[/size]

If you cannot swim, your own strength is not going to save you from drowning in a wild sea of endless waves. That’s not a hypothesis. It’s just a fact.

By all means, the only way you can survive a sea that vicious is by calling for help, letting someone pull you out of the water, onto their boat, back to safety; but even that’s a bit risky. Though, that’s what Serra Percocet needs. Desperately. More than anything. She just needs someone to pull her out of the sea of thoughts, memories, and worries that have engulfed her. She needs someone who won’t push her back in again.

What do you if no one’s in site?

What do you do if you see something, floating above the water, merely a few yards away?

A buoy?

You grab it, right? You do not watch as you sink beneath the water, letting salt fill your lungs, letting your cries disintegrate into silence, letting your energy filter out of you until you’ve lost yourself completely. No, you grab the buoy, and you hold on for dear life. That’s the only rational thing left to do.

Of course, Serra Percocet does this nearly every day. Drowning in her own sea, she is forced to hang on to the buoy that could save her life, the buoy that could save her from insanity: medication.

Serra Percocet cannot swim. Many would consider her weak if they understood, but honestly, she’s never had anyone to teach her how. Serra never told anyone about this, so no one ever thought it was a problem. Serra uses lifejackets, noodles, buoys, and so much more to keep herself afloat. She tricks people with this, making it look like she can swim, while in reality, she has no idea.

Many would consider what Serra does to be cheating, but really, in Serra’s situation, grabbing a lifejacket could mean the difference between life and death. If anything, Serra doesn’t want anyone knowing that she cannot swim, because quite honestly, that would be plain embarrassing. Everyone seemed to know how to swim; no one struggles with something as minor as that. It’s something you learn when you’re a child, from your parents, friends, or siblings. Swimming isn’t that hard, is it? Then why can’t Serra learn? Why does she always need a lifejacket or a noodle to keep her afloat?

Why does she need medication to keep her sane?

You see, Serra often feels like a child. Her ex-husband used to constantly tell her she would never grow out of her childish habits, and in result, Serra has come to believe those words. She knows that she’s immature, but she struggles to change. Changing is too hard for Serra. Change is her enemy. She can’t stop her depression; she can’t stop any of her issues for that matter. Sometimes, she wonders whether she ever stopped being a teenager. It sure fails to seem so: if she’s still depressed, still immature, and still weak. Yes, Serra is definitely weak, unable to keep to her responsibilities without needing to reach out for help, for her lifejacket, for medication.

Serra tries too much to stay above the water, only making it worse. Dealing with multiple things is difficult for her. When she doesn’t have a spare lifejacket lying around, she can’t help but start splashing everywhere. She can’t stop herself; she’s afraid, she’s worried, she’s engulfed in pure chaos.

Serra is definitely two-faced. In public, she is Mayor Percocet: a well-liked, charismatic, deserving woman. Though, at home she is obviously someone completely different. Serra is often too afraid to admit to the truth, and instead, resorts to lies. She is ashamed of herself and what she has become. Though, she tries her best to keep her feelings hidden, obscure as possible.

Serra, a girl who spent her childhood dreaming up the most impossible things, is now a realistic, if not pessimistic, thinker. Admittedly, she has quite an advanced brain, always able to stay on top of things, and always clever enough to come up with the best plans. However, having a sharp mind doesn’t always help Serra when her brain’s capacity is basically drowning her, pushing her further down under its weight.

She isn’t a swimmer, after all.



History[/i][/b]

Serra was born with a mind full of fantasies. From an early age, she developed an imagination more vivid than the sparkling blue in her eyes. She was a bold child, always waiting for her dreams to come true. She wanted to be everything: a doctor, a scientist, a teacher, and even the president of Panem. Her dreams were limitless: then again, so were the dreams of all children.

Serra’s parents were both quite young when they had her. Of course, however, they had both come from extremely large families and were both in support of many children. Before having Serra, they had already had four others. After Serra, they had two. Having four brothers and two sisters didn’t seem quite too hard at first, although it definitely became a challenge. Serra felt constantly ignored, as much as she tried to shine. Her parents, who were both chemists, supported their sons more than anyone else, believing that because they were male, they would find much more success.

Serra often felt left behind, especially at family gatherings. Family gatherings happened much too often for Serra’s taste. Because both of her parents had so many siblings with children, and because her parents’ parents had many siblings with children, and because the family was just too darn big, somehow someone always seemed to plan some small get-together, which then turned into some huge family reunion. Serra hated those. She despised most of her cousins; they seemed so arrogant, so full of themselves. Serra never liked people who acted that way. Of course, however, she put on a happy face and gave them respect because she didn’t need to star t any conflicts.

Besides, most of her cousins did not like her anyways. They considered her weird, for every time they angered her, the rage came all out. She couldn’t hold it in; it was obvious that from a young age, she was developing many unique mental issues. For this reason, her cousins didn’t tease her or intimidate her: they knew how angry she could get. Though, that didn’t mean they were on friendly terms with Serra, because Serra was obviously a freak…

Serra also became very interested in public speaking, at least before her mental issues became major. She liked the way you could use words to your own advantage, to speak out, and to truly shine. She also liked singing: it was another way she could attract attention. It was hard to find attention in a family so big; therefore gaining attention was often her primary goal. Positive attention.

Although Serra tried extremely hard to get her ideas out, her siblings always seemed to overshadow her. Serra often felt ignored, not only at home, but also in school. People just didn’t seem to notice her, and she had few friends for a while. This led to depression. Distressed, Serra lost many of her dreams and hopes, looking more at the negatives in life. She knew there were many things wrong with her, things she couldn’t really explain, but they were never diagnosed, because she never actually told her parents about what she was feeling.

When Serra was sixteen, she started dating a boy named Jeffery. For once in her life, Serra felt like someone actually cared about her. She felt like someone was actually pulling her out of the water, showing her that life really was worth living. Though, the year Jeffrey turned eighteen, he was reaped in the games. Heartbroken, Serra couldn’t stand watching him leave. Though, the worst part wasn’t knowing he would die in the games. The worst part was watching him on TV, seeing him fall for another girl in the arena, the District Nine girl. Serra was almost relieved when he died; besides, he had betrayed her.

This only brought Serra deeper into depression. In fact, Serra’s parents were so busy, they were nearly oblivious to the fact that she was depressed, troubled, and mentally unstable. They didn’t hear her screams in the night, her dead lifeless words, or her pleas for affection. She had been so close to recovering, but after Jeffrey’s death she had fallen back into the water again. He had dropped her.

Being that Serra’s grades in school were acceptable, she attended college when she was old enough, although reluctantly. Her roommate actually turned out to be quite helpful, and finding out about Serra’s mental issues, was able to sneak in some unauthorized medications from her parents’ office building. Both of her parents were medical scientists also. The drugs worked like magic. Serra immediately started feeling better. Not perfect, but better. She was slowly pulling herself out of depression, gaining a social life piece by piece. For the next few years, her mental stability steadily improved, at least outside of the home. Although, when she was alone, she definitely let her insanity out.

In fact, Serra decided to bring back some of her old childhood dreams. When she old enough and ready, she decided to run for mayor: something she had wanted to do as a child. Maybe if she became mayor, she would actually get the attention and affection she wanted. Just maybe.

Because her social status had risen quite a bit in those few years, but mostly because she was quite advanced in public speaking, Serra was elected. She didn’t realize how stressful being mayor would be, and was almost taken aback when she realized the amount of work she had to do.

Serra definitely faced difficulties when her she realized she was falling into depression again. Though, being mayor, she also realized, she had all the access she needed to drugs and medications. Making sure to suck up to the Capitol and gain their ultimate trust, Serra shipped them their medical supplies regularly, though kept much for herself. She knew no one would ever find out.

So, it was then that it started. Serra tried curing her many mental instabilities with drugs. She was addicted, in fact. Still, no one had to know.

However, early on, a few weeks after she was elected, Serra met a man named Roy Dorsey. They started dating and after a mere few more months, Serra knew she was in love. Completely forgetting about her few failed relationships in her past, the two of them became engaged and later, married. Honestly, Serra was doing her best to keep her issues and medications a secret, though it was only a matter of time before she knew she had to tell her husband.

Roy was sympathetic at first, although after a while, he started to realize how frightening Serra really was. She was a monster. Sometimes, when she got angry enough, she would through things across the house; she would get dangerous. Serra had anger issues, she had no problem with being violent, and she was relentless when it all came down to it. So, after being madly in love with Serra, Roy woke up and faced reality. He couldn’t deal with Serra anymore. He left.

Serra fell even deeper into depression; she became so mentally ill it was difficult to think straight anymore. The worst part was, Roy had been Serra’s one ounce of sanity. He had been able to erase the past away and relieve the stress, or so Serra had thought. Yet, he had betrayed her and left her spirit to be eaten away by that mentally ill mind of hers. After he left, her drugs were the only things that helped her through the day.

Of course, Roy came back to haunt Serra. She was forced to bribe him with morphling in order to keep him from spilling her secrets to the public. She had to keep good terms with the rest of the district, in order to keep her unlimited drug supply. She couldn't let Roy ruin that. She knew her ex-husband was basically using her, but if it was the only way, she knew she had to go with it.



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Got a bit shaky with her history, and her personality is a bit dry, but I hope she's okay.


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