Alloveera Sycrium || 6 || Finished
Apr 6, 2014 22:47:39 GMT -5
Post by ♥ Ivory ♥ on Apr 6, 2014 22:47:39 GMT -5
Alloveera ♥ Sycrium
(all-O-vEr-a sI-crE-um)
GENDER:FAGE:15BoD:August 3rdDISTRICT:6CODEWORD:oDairWORD COUNT:1443
History
Life as a young Alloveera was as you would expect of any toddler in District 6. However, even when they dealt with going hungry for the night she never lost her light. She was happy and social, the sun that shinned through the gloomy clouds of her families' life. She didn't have a worry in the world and her parents never had to worry about her.
As she got older she discovered that not everything in the world was good, not everything was happy. She began to make friends, only to discover that more nights then not they went hungry. She started to hide the thick bread her parents gave her so that she could give it to her hungry friends. Seeing her friends staying so skinny she could see their bones effected Veera's smile greatly. Even as she smiled less her friends smiled more, they lived to see another day with her help, even if it was only a little bread it was more then they got at home.
As Veera became a teen her worry for her friends seemed only to grow. As they all came of age to receive Tessera, she found that her friends all took at least one. It bothered her that they had to get any and she didn't need to take one since her family made enough money to cover food and rent without many issues. A month into her 12th year she took a Tessera, gathering her first month of rations and hiding them outside her house that evening. The next morning, after her father and brother went to work and her mother went out to treat a coughing child she brought the rations in and made two loafs of bread.
Hiding the rest of the rations outside again, she took the bread around district 6, giving chunks to the homeless and skinny children with bones showing. Every person she gave food to made her heart ache more, and made her hate the capitol more. Everyone asked her why she would give away the bread made from rations. It wasn't very good, but it was assumed that if you had it, you needed it. In reply she simply shrugged and continued on.
She managed to get away with taking Tessera until she was 14. She would make bread several times a month, delivering them to the always hungry homeless and children. Over the years, Veera had dropped into a mild depression that caused her to stop talking and smiling for the most part. She had also been helping her mother make the herbal remedies she sold to the rest of district 6. She helped make pain relievers and allergy medication, and she learned what the plants looked like to make them. She even helped her mother make salves for cuts and bruises.
Not long after she turned 14, Veera's father found out about the rations that she had been taking to make bread for the hungry around the district. He yelled, cursed and cried; Her mother cried and shut herself in her room. Her father marched her all the way down to the Tessera stand, even made her tell them that she had taken the rations to give away. He pleaded with the Peace Keepers to remove her extra reaping entries, begged and even threatened. In the end he punch one of them, getting himself strung up and publicly whipped.
The injuries caused by the whip lead to her father taking Morphling, a common drug around the district, as well as him being fired from his job. He spent most of his time at home depressed and confused, like he couldn't remember one moment from the next. When he wasn't confused he had a terrible headache that even her mother could not help. It was an addiction to the drug, an addiction that was getting worse faster then anyone realized. Within two months her father had overdosed, slipped into a coma and then from this world before anyone knew what else to do.
The lose weighed heavily on Veera's heart. She blamed herself for his death, for his pain in life. She stopped receiving rations, stopped trying to refuse payment for the medicine and salves she made. She started wearing the metal headband she received from her mother, a trade for a sickly child's life. She began chewing her nails, mumbling to herself. Her hands would shake so badly from sleep deprivation, she cut herself when using a knife, once so bad it left a large scar wrapping from the top of her left hand to her palm.
Now days she had gotten control of her paranoia, but didn't trust people anymore. She had no friends anymore, chased them all away shortly after the loss of her father. She's got a dark out look on life now and doesn't feel responsible to keep everyone else around her alive. The only people she worries about are her closest family. Those that look at her with nearly identical green almond eyes. Her older brother is the one she worries most about. Now that he is twenty-five she worries that when he decides to move out he will be unable to pay for a house and food alone.
Appearance
Alloveera, Veera to her friends, is average height for her age, standing at 5 feet 4 inches. Even though she is only fifth-teen she is nearly as tall as her mother, but she is far shorter than her older brother. She only weights about 90 pounds, and would be considered 'willowy' if she were taller. She's a bit thinner then the rest of her family, but it's not because she doesn't eat enough. Her and her family normally have a meal on the table every night, even if it's a small one.
Veera has a round face with large green eyes shaped like round-almonds, a family trait shared with her by all of her family members she knows. Her eyes are rimmed with dark, thick eyelashes that flutter slightly with every blink. She has small, thin, dark pink lips and a thin nose that ends with a slightly turned up point. Wavy, dark brown hair frames her face and falls down her shoulders to about mid-back.
Looking down at her hands, she sees a long, thin scar running from over her left hands' knuckles, down between her index- and middle-finger, and onto her palm. Every time she looks at the scar her face twists into a grimace as she remembers the pain that she felt so long ago. She has mostly straight teeth, with an over bite that isn't too horrible, but is noticeable.
Veera wears a lot of dresses, mostly green and purple outfits that she's told bring out her eye color. On her head she wears a metal head band given to her after her mother saved the girls life with one of her medicines. She never goes anywhere without the headband, clinging to it as a memory of the good her mothers herbal medicines do. A lot of her possessions come from payment for the herbal concoctions that she helps her mother prepare.
Personality
Alloveera is a quiet, depressed teenager. When she was younger she had been a happy and carefree, but after the loss of her father she had found a great hate for the capitol and all the people she once helped. She blamed herself more then anything, but that only caused her to hate the world more.
"Its my fault my father died, but if not for the starving I would not have felt the need to feed them. I would not have taken Tessera rations and I would not have been caught making bread for the hungry. If I had not been caught making bread for them, my father would not have attacked a Peace Keeper. I can't sleep as much now, mostly dreaming of the day my father caught me baking, the day he was whipped. As well as the day he fell asleep and never awoke." She spoke the words once to the only friends she had left, her two older siblings. Her brother tried to tell her it wasn't like that, and her sister held her.
She kept to herself for the most part, but she didn't stop helping people. She didn't take rations anymore, and she didn't bake bread, but she made more herbal remedies with her mother. She became a great runnier by delivering the medicine across district 6 as fast as she could. She chewed her nails and mumbled to herself when no one was around, but for the most part she adapted into a life with guilt.
