et genious // the anning family // district 3

[ali]

The Annings

Background

In District 3, where people starve and children die, there is a large, brick house and in this house lives a seemingly normal family- with girls and boys and some inbetween- called the Anning's. They appear normal, perfectly so, until you pay closer attention to the second generation who reside under this roof; because when you do look closely, you realize that the Anning children are absolutely, definately, unforgettably. brilliant.

Hypatia Anning was one of these children, brilliant in mathmatics and science but first and foremost music, until one day her name was called during a reaping and she was forced to leave to the Capitol. The bright and brilliant girl determined she had a chance to win, but that chance was snatched away from her and so Hypatia did- in the end- come home. In a box.

Now the family remain, still genius, but in mourning for their lost sister, cousin and friend. The other children continue with their lives, being geniuses in their own feild, whether that be biology, radiobiology, mathmatics, physics, astronomy, art or music, they continue to thrive, growing to become young geniuses.

the children

the genius generation

marie anning

seventeen - marie curie played by ali

charlie anning

sixteen - charles darwin 
reserved for Tom

faraday anning

fourteen - michael faraday 
Open*

tesla anning

fourteen - nikola tesla
reserved for mrmista

rosalind anning

fifthteen - rosalind franklin 
Open

schrö anning

twelve - erwin schrödinger 
Open

hubble anning

thirteen - edwin hubble 
Open

plath anning

fourteen - sylvia plath
reserved for fuzzie

hutton anning

sixteen - james hutton
Open

mary anning

eighteen - mary anning
Open

after thoughts

Welcome to the Anning Family plot! Above you will find the children of the Anning family and which real-life genius they are named after. Their names are semi open and more relatives can be added upon request but none can, unless requested specifically, be a brother or sister to Hypatia. The characters field is based on the field their scientist was famous for. (e.g.- Mary Anning - Palentoloist). The characters also don't have to the be gender their assigned scientst was, so you could make Charlie a girl or a boy, whichever you prefer.

If you're interested in the plot, fill out the form below and don't hesitate to pm me on Slack if you need any help!!


[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Pre-made or Original?:[/b]
[b]A bit of Backstory:[/b]
[b]Faceclaim Ideas:[/b]
[b]Anything else?:[/b]

[MrMista]

Name: MrMista
Character Name: Tesla Anning
Pre-made or Original?: Pre-made
A bit of Backstory: Tesla had always been fascinated by two things, light and the unknown. His sole purpose in life was to bring light into the world, where he saw too much darkness. A hard worker, Tesla learned everything he could about light, using any means necessary. He studied lightning and conducted experiments to see the wonders of static electricity. For all his brilliance, though, Tesla had a hard time getting others to understand his passion. Whether it was his lack of communication and social skills or others' inability to believe in discovery in the unknown (it was both), Tesla found himself without many friends. The only people who understood him were his family members, geniuses in their own rights, especially his twin brother Faraday.
Faceclaim Ideas: Zach Woods
Anything else?: Instead of 14, it'd be preferable to have Tesla be 16-18 to better fit the fc.

[Deleted]

Name: 

Fuzzie^Wuzzie

Character Name:

Plath Anning

Pre-made or Original?:

Pre-made

A bit of Backstory:

    Plath, the girl with words. Plath is an extrodinary writer and poet. Here is some of her work. {This is actually made by Sylvia Plath. So all credit to Sylvia Plath for this poem.}

Tulips:

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses

And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.



They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff

Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.

The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,

They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,

Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,

So it is impossible to tell how many there are.



My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water

Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.

They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.

Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——

My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,

My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;

Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.



I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat

stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.

Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley

I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books

Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.

I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.



I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted

To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

How free it is, you have no idea how free——

The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,

And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.

It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them

Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.



The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.

Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe

Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.

Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.

They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,

Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,

A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.



Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.

The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me

Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,

And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow

Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,

And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.

The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.



Before they came the air was calm enough,

Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.

Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.

Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river

Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.

They concentrate my attention, that was happy

Playing and resting without committing itself.



The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;

They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes

Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,

And comes from a country far away as health.


Faceclaim Ideas:

Ava Cota
Charlize Glass
Maddie Ziegler
Jenna Ortega
Lizzie Greene

Anything else?:

Nothing Really, I just want to praise you on how you incorperated real life writers and scientists into naming of the siblings. Magnificent.

[Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom]]

Name: Tom [Hetaliachina]
Character Name: Charlie Anning
Pre-made or Original?: Pre-made
A bit of Backstory: WIP
Faceclaim Ideas: WIP, but thinking I may make Charlie a girl~
Anything else?:I love the Annings <3

[esther kim d3 {lance}]

time to apply to this like one month later rip


Name: tis lancelot yo
Character Name: Rosalind Anning
Pre-made or Original?: pre-made yo
A bit of Backstory: wip cause it's late
Faceclaim Ideas: dunno yet but I'm thinking a redhead if I can find one young enough
Anything else?: nadaaaaa