Mysia Grecco, 4
Sept 29, 2013 21:55:29 GMT -5
Post by Dancin on Sept 29, 2013 21:55:29 GMT -5
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Mysia Grecco
16
District 4
||CERBERUS WAS THE THREE HEADED BEAST THAT GUARDED THE RIVER STYX||
I am the first head of Cerberus.
My sisters and I started out identical. We have the same cloudy green eyes, thick with dark lashes and light, angular eyebrows. The same wide, rounded nose that softens the sharp angles of our cheeks. The same heart shaped face and sandy blonde hair. The same mouth, full on the bottom and soft like a smudge of pink icing on the upper. We're the same height, 5'4", and we have the same flexible feet and long, thin fingers. As we grew, our personalities and hobbies affected our bodies, and we became more defined as individuals. We're still united, three parts of a whole.
My highly athletic lifestyle has left me with defined muscles, but has stolen what little curves my genetics gave me. My hair is cut short and choppy, it's for functionality instead of style. I don't have any piercings, they just get in the way, but my arms and legs are covered in pale, silvery scars from years of fighting and training.
I prefer comfort and natural looks to beauty and style. I never wear makeup, and though my clothes are fitted enough to show off my body they're are often darkly shaded and built for athletics. I tend to not wear jewelry because it could get grabbed or snagged in a fight, the one exception being a simple gold ring on my right ring finger, that my mother gave me when my sisters and I were young.Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.
||THE THREE HEADS OF THE BEAST ARE SAID TO REPRESENT BIRTH, YOUTH, AND DEATH||
I am birth. I am instinct and I am the body. I am the fighter.[/colour]
I have an aggressive personality. I've been training since I was very young for being a tribute, but more because I love learning to fight than I actually want to be a tribute. I prefer the more physically involved skills: parkour, hand to hand combat, and cecchetti, but I have extensive training in knife throwing, swordsmanship, spear throwing and most forms of stick fighting. I take great pride in my knowledge of combat and weaponry, and have often been called a show-off because of it.
I have a highly competitive nature, and often make impulsive decisions before truly thinking my actions through. I'm highly opinionated, and fierce in the spread and teaching of my opinions. My opinions sometimes make me unpopular because they're so extreme and often revolutionary. My impulsiveness and lack of verbal filter often gets me into trouble, especially with authority figures.
I try to be brave, especially when those I care about are scared, and use my skills to put off an air of confidence. I care deeply about my family and the few friends I have, and would do nearly anything for them.
I value trust more than anything, and strive to be completely honest at all times. I expect people to return the courtesy . Sometimes, my honest can come off as being harsh or rude, but I am always simply trying to be sincere.
I am often called out for being too loud, especially by my sisters, who are both more subdued people. I love them fiercely, but often feel somewhat alienated because they are so different from me. My sisters, Caria especially, are very protective of me; I often feel the need to rebel under their pressure by picking up a smoking habit, or learning a new fighting technique, or painting the walls of my tiny bedroom bright, garish red. It's a youngest sibling trait, my mother says.
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
||EACH HEAD OF THE BEAST CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE, THE PRESENT, OR THE PAST||
[/colour]'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
||EACH HEAD OF THE BEAST CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE, THE PRESENT, OR THE PAST||
I am the future.[/colour]
My sisters and I were born in the throes of the hottest summer on record. My mother's name was Echidna and my father's name was Niccus and they were very much in love. They met when they were young, and fell in love instantly. My father worked on the fishing boats and my mother was the most respected seamstress in District Four. They weren't the wealthiest couple, but they were very happy, and very proud. My mother wanted nothing more than to start a family and live happily ever after.
Except she was never meant to have children. My parents tried for seven years to conceive, through natural and known medical means. After nothing worked, my parents became desperate and turned to back-alley solutions. They heard whispers of a woman in District Four who could 'grant your wildest wish'. They saw their chance and took it. The woman lived in the poorest part of District Four, her small home transformed into a secret shop of sorts. She worked as a mechanic for the light trains that carried officials and tributes from district to district. She was sometimes able to get her hands on prohibited, and even Capitol items, when the trains were being inspected or mended. For a price of course. The woman told my parents that there was a drug from the Capitol that she could give them, but reminded them that the consequences could be terrible; but my mother was so determined to have children that she accepted the woman's terms and took the risk.
It worked. My mother was pregnant, and they happily returned home. Weeks later, the woman was taken in the night, and the next evening the Peacekeepers were waiting to arrest my mother and father on their way home from work. To protect my mother and his unborn daughters, my father told the Peacekeepers that he had kidnapped my mother, and forced her to have the procedure. He was arrested that night and my mother never saw him again.
When we were born, my mother turned to our Uncle Orthus for help, and he took us in and helped my mother raise us. My mother often says that the day my sisters and I were born was the happiest day of her life, but she's different now. Losing my father broke something inside of her. She's no longer the proud, passionate, smile with legs from the pictures on the mantle. She's sweet and fragile and very quiet, but we love her very dearly and take care of her as best we can.
My sisters and I learned to be self sufficient very early on. Uncle Orthus takes care of us, but he works in the shipyard and is gone most of the day, and our mother's condition meant that the every day things like cooking, cleaning and shopping fell to us.
My identical sisters, Lydia and Caria, are my closest confidantes. We tell each other everything, and though we may be very different and often get on each other's nerves, we have a very deep emotional connection that Caria jokes is our own special kind of telepathy. When we work together, all the goals we set out are accomplished faster, and better than ever possible on our own. We work intuitively together, and often seem to work as a single organism, filling in the gaps in each others' work and behaviour.
We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
[/colour]We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
odair
ooc: Mysia is (as you can kind of tell) a part of a set of three. The Heads Of Cerberus which will hopefully be created in the next week or so. [/colour][/size][/blockquote]
