Riley "Rat" Rollins D1 FIN
Apr 18, 2015 14:23:45 GMT -5
Post by goddessashara on Apr 18, 2015 14:23:45 GMT -5
Riley "Rat" Rollins
I'm the district rebel, I'm the fucking reason that people are scared of District 1, I scare people shitless even though I'm not very tall, I'm skilled in all types of weapons, but I'm also the sneakiest person you'll ever meet. My name is Riley Rollins, but everyone calls me "Rat" because I don't live in a home, I live in the sewers, not because my family isn't around, it's because I want to live off the land, I want to train myself to survive. Not particularly for the Games, because who knows, I might run away at some point. It's not like I have any love for the Capitol or even the people here in the district, seriously, I couldn't give a fuck if they all died they're just pawns in my plan. For now though I'm the pawn, playing the game I'm supposed to, training and training and training until I'm the best at what I do.
So you want to know my appearance and all that shit, but honestly I don't give a damn about what you want. I guess for my own agenda I'll tell you though, after all it's not like you knowing how I look or how I act is going to change anything. Okay, so you already know I'm short, I come in at about 5'3" which is very short for most people. I'm well built though, that's the catch, I'm fast and skilled at evasion, my body is flexible as fuck and I love it, I just snake around people and dodge their blows. I think it's the whole sewers thing that has made me that way, not all the...paths are good enough for me to walk though so it requires a lot of flexibility to get through the tunnels and such.
I wear black most of the time because I'm a moody bitch that doesn't really like to talk much. I prefer to let my weapons and my fists do the talking. My dad was kind enough to give me his training uniform from before he dropped out of the academy which is my greatest treasure, I look badass in it, like some super bitch. If I'm not wearing that it's uncommon to see me out of a pair of black cargo pants and grey tank top, I seriously look like a militarized chick with attitude problems. Let's continue with this description though, I'm starting to ramble.
I had a completely shaved head of hair for the longest time, but decided to grow out a faux hawk because I thought I would look more badass that way. I really think it worked too, people look at me like I'm a creep or something. I guess that's not to far off though, I'm also known for the large tattoo that I have around my collar bone and the collar I wear. Oh and not to mention that I wear a spiked bracelet and cover over my hand with metal bones that cover where my skeletal structure is. My eyes are a dark hazelnut color, and they always have a mischievous look to them, because what's life without causing a little mayhem. Between that and the way my smile seems so quirky, people are always under the impression I'm up to something.
I'll admit it though, usually I am up to something. Who doesn't like to cause a little mayhem , get people in trouble, blow up a few things and then set a few fires. I mean it's part of my personality for god sakes, if you don't like it then fucking deal with it, because I'm not going to change for you or for anyone for that matter. Having said that, I do actually have friends, I have people who will look after me in the sense that they're watching my back when I need them too. Then I have the people who hate my guts and want to see my guts splattered on the fucking training mats in one of the facilities. It's bullshit though, I'm not that bad of a person.
I am a tough girl, I'll be the first to admit it, and my short stature made me want to be better and stronger so that way the guys wouldn't pick on me. That's part of the reason for my haircut, I didn't want the long hair because as far as gender stereotypes go it made me more feminine. I think that had a lot to do with the way I act and the whole being along thing, I wanted to prove more to myself that I could do it. Between having a mom who trained for years and wants to live out her dream of the Games through me, and a dad who trained but dropped out of the Peacekeeper academy...well I sort of feel like I fall short of their expectations. Beneath my gruff exterior is just someone who is waiting to be understood, but has an issue actually opening up to let people understand.
Come to think of it, I think I want attention with all the shit I do, that's what I'm really looking for. Then again maybe not, I can be a bitch, and maybe I just want to blow shit up for the fun of it. I guess I'm still learning what the hell I'm doing with my life other than training every day and sitting in my sewers plotting something. Wow, I sound really pathetic, I need to make more friends other then the small group I have, I need to get out there more often. Okay, if you can make sense of that fucked up personality, I'll give you props. From what I can see about talking about it I'm a pretty fucked up person that is a complete psycho case.
Now onto the important shit, well I guess it's important since it's my history, but still it's a shitty thing to talk about, just because I don't want you fuckers to know everything. Here it goes though, I'll do it only because I feel like I have to. Okay, so I guess I'll start with my birth and age. I'm 16 years old and I was born on October 31st, which according to history books was some holiday the old world used to have. It seemed appropriate for me since I'm such a creep hehe. My dad's name is James Rollins and my mom is Amber Rollins, together they made the perfect baby...me. Not really though, I'm a little beast with anger issues.
For the most part my history is uneventful, I was raised to look at the Games as the perfect glory, that thing every child that is supposed to strive for while they're still within the perfect age. I never got it though, like I get the training, I love that, but it's just bullshit for us to go into an arena and beat each other up. Seriously, what's the point of that bullshit. I'm a bit of a hypocrite though, because I would love nothing more than to get into the Games and blow shit up. Not exactly the way the Capitol wants the game to be played, but hey, at least I'd be putting on a show.
When I was little my dad went away to join the Peacekeepers, and my mom took over the role of both parents. It was beyond overwhelming, I had no idea what to do because she honestly was worse than my dad. Her focus was training, that's all it was about, train train train...and I did. It turns out my dad wasn't cut out to join the Peacekeepers though, as brutal as he could be sometimes he was also a real softy, though I think it was just with me, since I was daddy's little girl. When he came back though he brought is training uniform and showed it to me, saying when I was older he would have it re-sized to fit me. Waiting for that moment when I could wear them was really exciting, and even more exciting was when I actually got to put it on.
I almost never take it off now, I love the way the body armor feels against me, the pads on my legs, I even have his training rifle, that stays with me down in the sewers where I live. Oh, that's right, I didn't tell you how I ended up in the sewers. It had to do with me not being comfortable at home. My parents started to press me further and further into training, and they were arguing with each other without even asking me what I wanted from anything. So I decided to strike out on my own and be that rebel child that did everything she wanted to do with little regard for anyone or anything. It was also for a little attention, I loved to have my name in the lights. I seriously grew to be a punk though in the sewers, my style and attitude changed to the person I wanted to be.
It was an evolution of sorts from a shitty little girl, to a self absorbed, arrogant fuck head that loved to create mayhem. My history from there isn't special, other than me evolving into a pyromaniac, explosion loving bitch that would rather cause trouble than actually treat life like it's just a huge attempt at execution and crowd control. Could be fun to get into the Games though, I would love to blow shit up in there and just cause general mayhem while bumping off a few people along the way. Yeah though, that's me in all my glory, all of my bizarre and freaky glory. A fighting bitch with temper problems, that loves to cause trouble, but also loves to follow the rules if only to be the best fighter I can be. After all, I do love to fight.
