Chautin Cartier | District One {FIN}

[Avalon]

Cartier. Chautin Cartier
Age— eighteen.
District— One.
—odair.
fc: Lina Steen
it's kiss or kill & shoot to thrill
when you do what you do.
i would not die for anyone,
but i will kill for you.


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"What are—
What are you doing?"

"Shut."

.:Personality:.

"Did you hear about Chautin?"

"Yeah, I heard she's a psychopath!"

"She needs serious help."

Psychopath.
That's such a strong word for someone who only did wrong 'once', well one event that everyone knows of. Asking anyone from the academy, or even off the street, to describe me they'd more than likely say things along the lines of; crazy, quiet, secluded, distant, and the rest of that good stuff. All in all most of these assumptions she'd agree with, for the most part it was indeed what she was comfortable with when around the company of others, even relatives. Without a single thread of doubt, Chautin had a mysterious front about her that one could say "intimidated" others. She didn't necessarily set fear into other's, but everyone felt so put off about her presence, even if it was something as mere as walking down the street. She was unique in many ways in comparison to the average District One citizen and she truly snatched attention, although she didn't want it.

Chautin was fully aware that she was indeed not fully stable, especially mentally. The very words "psychopath" and "sociopath" were easily thrown around here and there, as if the people saying such things were professionals, though no one truly understood what went on from within. While people are very quick to make assumptions and judge, none of them are quick to help the lost girl. Stuck inside, trapped, ruling over a rotting, distorted kingdom within the unlimited space of her mind. It truly infuriated her how people dealt and reacted with the situation, making her look as though she was a maniac, as someone that needed help and to be restrained.

Impulsive behaviors, egocentric, lack of empathy & conscience, and prodigiously intelligent. These traits were several of many that molded Chautin's true personality. She is a natural born fighter, killer, and makes an ideal career, with the exception of lacking arrogance and confidence. She is immoral, tenacious, obsessive, deceptive, yet loyal to the things that are important to her and can prove to benefit her for the upper hand against opponents. Chautin uses her keen intelligence to keep herself multiple steps ahead of everyone, or everything, she senses as a threat. She may start off seen as the prey, but will do all in her might to shift the situation to turn out as the true predator.

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.:Appearance:.

Long, dirty blonde hair flailed in the wind, with every step she took. Her hair was straight from the top to the bottom, reaching the maximum length of just several inches below her shoulder blades. The shades of dirt blonde blended together, coming into a unique unison all together. The darkest hue was all at the start of the roots. As her hair grew longer the almost creme-brown lightened gradually, to form a beautiful gradient to a gentle pure-diamond champagne blonde. While the color was stunning, matching her fair skin tone, however the texture of her hair was mostly soft, but there was flaws within it. It had a tendency to become greasy, frizzy with wisps that came seemingly out of no where.

Chautin's head is definitely more squared, her masculine jawline being one of her more prominent, and noticeable features. Her lips lay almost flat upon her face, added a light plush to them, they are pink and pale, they tend to crack in dryness easily. The eyes are rather larger in comparison to some of the other features that rest on her face, they are spread evenly apart, and they sit about an inch below her eyebrows. She hated her eyes though, she always noticed that one lid fell shorter to the other, even if it was just slightly, and so she usually parted it in such a way it covered this flaw. Her eyebrows are fairly pointed at the peak and form an almost perfect arch, following the trim of the bone beneath, however going a tad off coarse towards the end point. Chautin's muscular build is about the average size for a female career, more muscle added to everything. She stands at a shorter five feet, three inches, falling a bit shorter than an average developed female. Only weighing in at about a hundred and twenty-four pounds, it was nothing less than expected of a career of my size and build. Her figure caused her hips and chest to be larger in comparison to her waist size, almost like an hourglass figure, but not quite.

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.:History:.

Being the youngest child of four, Chautin was always viewed as the most vulnerable. Even from such a tender age Chautin was always compared to her older, more outgoing siblings. It filled her with disgust, and annoyance at even the slightest mention of her older, more successful siblings accomplishments. As a young child, going through their toddler stage, Chautin kept more to herself than anything. Having no problems isolating herself from others she found her own little escape and world away from everyone, and everything. "Chautin, let's go play outside!", the other children her age would offer, but to no avail, she would simply ignore the gestures. She found very little to no interest at all in the affairs of the other children that were going on around her. This greatly impacted her social life, causing her to gain little friends, but nevertheless she wasn't very concerned with it.

Growing up the habits remained the same. She became familiar with secluding herself to either the loneliness of her own mind, or even with her very small group of friends and sometimes family. Of Chautin's siblings, she was seen as the most distant compared to her more social ones. The Cartier family was a more prominent, well-known family in the district, due to several scandal cases that involved yours truly. Gaining nothing more than rumors being tossed from head to head, the Cartier family often caused people to stop and stare, with the occasional name slip from the ignorant tongue. Besides the rumors being spread through the grapevine, the Cartier family gained superior wealth and status for the jewelry business run through thick blood and generations of the family line. Not only is the business more than successful, but the old money signed to their name for more and more generations to come keeps them well-to-do.

Chautin was without a doubt born into a family of natural fighters, and brutal killers. Like herself, and her siblings, their parents trained for the games for their entire childhood. While spending endless and countless days in the academy none of them were fortunate enough to volunteer or earn a place in the games. One by one the Cartier children were sent away to the academy to catch up on not only their studies, but to train for the games, which seemed to be the only thing on the career's minds. The four children were expected to be amazing fighters, and anything less wouldn't suffice. While the three eldest siblings outwardly showcased their skills, Chautin had no problem with keeping them subdued. She did well with keeping her combat skills hidden from the rest of the District, with the exception of a scandal that happened around two previous years ago. In a fit of anger and rage, that some say managed to form from nothing, Chautin's hands gripped tightly around another's throat, causing airlock to her windpipe. Nothing more than hatred was shown across Chautin's face, and one could tell she was devoted on ending her life. As the girls body began to slip unconscious the so called 'psychopath' Chautin was finally restrained by her group of friends. No one knows, not even 'til this very day why she had finally cracked, nor why she was so full of hatred in that very moment.

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misc.— #f1a75f
says— #b15e8f

[Avalon]

finished!

[✨ zozo.]

wonderful bio!

accepted!