Thimble Raysun | D8 | DONE | Hunger Games: The RPG

Thimble Raysun | D8 | DONE Aug 13, 2014 17:46:26 GMT -5

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Post by Death on Aug 13, 2014 17:46:26 GMT -5

T H I M B L E L O R R A I N E R A Y S U N
F E M A L E , 1 7
D I S T R I C T E I G H T

y o u a r e m y s u n s h i n e ,

m y   o n l y   s u n s h i n e ,
y o u   m a k e   m e   h a p p y
w h e n   s k i e s   a r e   g r a y .

She walks down the street, her purple skirt swishing pleasantly across the backs of her thighs. Her long, delicate legs poke out like needles from the rest of her body. Her mother always described her body-type as "potato on toothpicks." That hurt Thimble sometimes, so she'd eat less and try to get the remaining fat off her never-flat tummy. It would never be flat, truth be told, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. Not that she was obese. She had a little extra fat in a few extra (not always flattering) places that ensured she always wanted to wear clothes that covered her whole body. Besides being embarrassed about her rounded tummy, her breasts are just as "shameful" to her. She finds their size (a 34D) to be awkward.

As for the face. People glanced at it. Some would stare longer than others. It was a face of stubbornness. A strong, square jaw not often seen on a woman. She would set that jaw when she wasn't willing to budge. A strong face. Ready to be sweet and kind, but also not willing to take crap from anyone. The nose is straight and pointed. Her cheekbones are just visible under the flesh of her cheeks.

Thimble runs her fingers through the hair that's the color of honey in the winter and the color of white sand in the summer. Right now, it languishes in a state just between the two. Because of the layers her mother cut into it, it's long and short and falls all over the place. In windy weather-- or any weather, really-- it gets annoying. But it's "fashionable" and that's what really matters. Her eyes, a murky gray-blue, pass over the crowds of people, most of whom would be much taller than her if she hadn't been wearing a pair of heels, which didn't make her height much better. She was only 5' 5", after all.

y o u ' l l   n e v e r   k n o w ,   d e a r ,
h o w   m u c h   i   l o v e   y o u .
s o   p l e a s e   d o n ' t   t a k e
m y   s u n s h i n e   a w a y .

Never one to be shown up, Thimble is highly competitive, but she's also very quiet and shy. This makes her competitive nature some out in strange, almost passive-aggressive ways. She's a hard worker and loves to dabble in many different things, from home crafts, like sewing and baking, to academics like reading and the biological sciences. She has always dreamed of being a mother and a nurse or midwife. She loves children with all her heart.

Despite her sweet "girl next door" front, Thimble is exceedingly aggressive and assertive when she's comfortable with the people she's around. She has a taste for adventure and is a bit of a thrill-seeker, but again in ways that most people wouldn't recognize. For example, she'd rather balance on the curb than walk on the street. She loves to stand on the edge of high places and close her eyes and imagine what it'd be like to fly away from all of this.

She hates being the center of attention, but she also hates being ignored. She wants to be part of the action, without being the instigator or the victim and so she often falls prey to gossiping and passing on the latest bits of news she's heard about her friend circle. She loves to keep secrets and writes them all down in a diary. Watch out if you piss her off. She'll stab you in the back so quick, it'll make your head spin and your social life utterly disappear.

Thimble longs for romance and maybe even a bit of scandal. She wants to be swept up by a bad-boy and whisked away to adventures. She wants high-stakes, high-risk, but high-gain scenarios. She wants someone to teach her the ways of the world and shatter her sheltered existence. But then she remembers her four younger sisters and her niece and her mother and father's approval and she shakes her head, clearing those thoughts and tying herself back down to an average existence.

t h e   o t h e r   n i g h t ,   d e a r ,
w h i l e   i   l a y   s l e e p i n g ,
i   d r e a m t   i   h e l d   y o u
i n   m y   a r m s .

Thimble Lorraine Raysun was born April 23rd to August and Martine Raysun as their eldest child. A year later, her sister Hannah was born, followed by Pokey, Spring and Diane, each a year later. All five of the Raysun daughters were born on various days in April.

August and Martine were good, loving parents who married young, but had children later in life after much deliberation. Thimble was actually an accident and they decided, why not have more, after having her. Thimble was an easy baby, an easy toddler and an excellent child. She was obedient, quickly repentant and a good listener, not to mention a kick-butt older sister.

Thimble's parents strictly sheltered herself and her sisters from the scandal and "sinfulness" of the outside world and so the girls lived in a bubble. Hannah's was the first to pop, and in more ways than one. At fourteen (about two years ago) she conceived a child and was abandoned by the father, who was much older than Hannah was and had promised her a good life in exchange for sexual favors. Naively, she had believed him and reaped the consequences. Rather than throw her out on the street, her parents kept her and decided to adopt her daughter as their own. Hannah lived through the pregnancy and the scandal, but she and the other Raysun sisters could never be completely innocent again.

Thimble still finds herself longing for what her sister received, though. A chance at seeing the world in a new light. She'd maybe want a different light to see by, but she still wants her sheltering bubble to be shattered.

| Household |
August | M | 45
Martine | F | 44
Thimble | F | 17
Hannah | F | 16
Pokey | F | 15
Spring | F | 14
Diane | F | 13
Holly | F | 1

w h e n i a w o k e , d e a r ,