Cordelia Spark, D3, FIN
Oct 1, 2016 13:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Oct 1, 2016 13:17:13 GMT -5
Name: Cordelia Spark
Age: 16
Gender: female
District/Area: District 3
Faceclaim: Abigail Cowen
Appearance:
"Redhead" and "Spark" have been synonyms for a long time, I think, as all of the people in my family have bright red hair. I am also no exception, and it's actually great. I love the colour of my hair, because it looks like my very own sun and lightens even the darkest days up. I mostly let it hang loose, because it makes me seem happier than I really am. One more thing I love about my face is the endless amount of freckles, which always appears in spring and vanishes in winter. It's like a gift from nature to me.
However, not everything about me is perfect. My eyelashes are too short and almost unnoticeable sometimes, so it makes my deep blue eyes look smaller. Speaking of eyes, one of them has always looked a little bigger than another one to me, and if I was the "pretty girl" type, I would definitely be freaking out about it. But who cares about faces when there are souls? I think that what someone has inside their heart is much more important.
Personality:
I love people for who they really are, not for their looks and clothes. I think that everybody's born good, some people just forget it. I know there might be evil in the world around us, but I think it's never without a reason. If we all just try to trust one another and love everyone no matter what, things making life awful will disappear like a cloud of smoke, because love, faith and friendship are always stronger. I never stop believing in somebody just because they do something horrible or say something annoying, because there might be an explanation for their behaviour and it doesn't necessarily mean they hate me. And I also don't understand those who hate the Capitol for discriminating the districts. The Capitol's attitude to the district citizens is pretty unfair, but it doesn't matter. The most important thing in our life, I think, is that the world is not about the place we live: It's about people. People who are all the same and so different at the same time. People who are the most beautiful and amazing miracles of life.
And it's not only people whom I like. I also love nature in general: the dazzling sun, the blue skies and the white soft clouds, the flowers, the trees... I could officially announce I'm in love with everything and everyone I see, I always was, and I always will be. It might be strange, but that's who I am.
I love so many things and people, that sometimes I feel like I could explode, and I want to share my love with somebody. I want them to see and feel what I feel, when I look around me. And that's why I draw a lot. My drawings are mostly done in charcoal, as there's nothing else to draw with, but I think they're nice, and my family loves them. I don't have any paper, too, sometimes, and that's why my pictures of nature and people I know are all over the house. They bring some joy into everyday routine and make everyone smile, when they look at them.
History:
I don't know, when I was born, but I hope it was a sunny day. I have been laughing at the sight of sun since I was a child. I can't remember anything else about my childhood, except for the fact that I liked fairytales. I never had enough of them and always wanted to hear more, and more, and more, until my parents made me go to sleep. It felt wonderful just to forget about reality and go deep into the world of magic, where good always wins.
I was ten years when my father died. He was the one person in the family I was especially fond of. I would always come to him if I was in trouble, or felt unhappy. He was the only one who could support me in the hardest moments of my life. And then he was gone, and I only had five siblings and our mother left. I love them all and it would feel horrible if something happened to any of them, but they still couldn't replace my dad.
And so we lived until today, with our older brother Bolts and our mum taking care of us. It was almost perfect until now. I still can't believe it, but I might actually become the oldest child in the family soon. I don't want it to happen and I have been crying all the time since this year's Reaping happened. If someone has to die, it should be me, not him, and I would volunteer for Bolts if I wasn't a girl. But I didn't volunteer, and no one did, so he was reaped and we were left alone. I don't want my brother to die, and for the first time in my life I feel like I'm actually loosing myself and my confidence in the world, I can't just say it will be okay. It was easy when he was here, but now everything has gone wrong, and I don't want to be a cheerful do-gooder any more.
Why? Why did they do this to him, to all of us? I don't want to think what happens next, I just want to sit in the corner of the room behind the bed and let the tears run on the floor, because what has just happened cannot be fixed. Why? Why? Why? I will keep asking that on and on until I get the answer. But there's no answer, only dead silence. And Bolts isn't there to break it.
Other: I want to be kind and caring, I want to be selfless and amiable, I want to help people. And I won't let anything stop me. If life can't be perfect, it can be bearable. And I want to do everything in my power to make it less miserable for those, who need me. I want to bring people hope which is lost for me, and I want to make sure none of them will ever suffer like I do right now.