Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2012 22:00:59 GMT
imperia morde
- Nickname - Sorry. She'd don't have one!
- Gender - Female
- Age - 17, December 3rd
- Breed - Half-Werewolf
- Year - 7th
- Sexual Orientation - Straight
- Code Word: [Removed by Admin]
- Play By - Kristen Stewart
Personality
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History
RP Sample
OKAY SO! The whole story behind this RP sample is from an HG site. District 9 male twin to Amira. She was reaped. He volunteered and died at the hands of someone who tried to kill her.
I looked around at the people before me, staring at them with piercing blue eyes across the delicately set table. Amira. The sister I loved so much i'd be willing to give my life for her.The Escort. A snobby rich capitolite who's too big for her britches.The Victor.She's tasted victory and indulged in it's luxaries. She understands the things and feelings we are getting at through all of this... yet. She doesn't help up. She keeps sipping the drinks.Micah. Me. A boy who has no idea of his intentions. What is he suppose to do? He practicly gave himself to the devil. I quietly slip out of chair in the chatter of the people before me. I whisper softely. 'I'm gonna run to my room and gets some rest before the big day tomorrow," I give a big fake smile and try to mask the panic and acceptance of death in my hoarse voice, practicly running down the hall to my room where I slip through the door. I look around at the messed up room, a small cup laying on the counter with a dark red liquid inside. I wouldn't drink it because it looks too much like blood- my blood so instead I walk to the bed, sitting myself on the elegantly silky bedsheets. I don't place one over me because that would be comfort. There is no comfort from this point on, except Amiras. Her's is the most important and the most vital. That she lives and I die. Simple objective it seems. One i've come to find my only home anymore.
I look around and stare at the blank TV, unable to think properly anymore. I didn't really think through my decision on volunteering. It was just instinct. Cesil deserved it anyways- I mean, He has a family. Amira is my only family. She was the one to help me through hardships that if mom and dad got involved would have got me killed. She's the one who stopped me from cu- I stand down, walking to the bathroom. I start to stare into the mirror at myself. A boy-no a man with fiery red hair and blue eyes, a charming personality and a will to win. That's what they said about me on the news, foolish to believe in my words and honestly, I don't see myself as any of those things. Sure, I have red hair and blue eyes but I have no will to win. No respect for the Capitol. I am not determined and most certainly not 'charming'. I got to punch the glass on the corner, making my knuckle bleed. A crescent liquid pours from the tops of my hand as some glass shatters to the ground with a soft Thump! I rub the fingers of my other hand across my knuckles, wiping the blood on a piece of toilet paper, crumbiling it, and throwing it to the crash. All that's left is the small shards of sparkiling glass laying on the counter.
I'll have to clean up the mess to make sure no one sees it. The sharp pain still rings through my hand like when I was little and the school bell would chime through my ears. I remember bursting out of class to run to my crossbow. Now, all I want to do is not pick up a weapon tomorrow. I don't want to kill. I take a piece of toilet paper and cover my palm with it. Slowly with my other hand I push the glass into the toilet paper. A feel a small tingle in my palm, trying to ignore it. Quickly I crumble the paper and toss it into the trash and wander into the other room. I open and close my hands, the tingiling growing stronger till a sharp pain surges through my arm and close my eyes, biting my lip.Damn! I release my palm to find a large piece of glass poking out at me. I quickly pull it out, more scarlet seeping over it. I wipe it on the perfect bedsheets that if they want it cleaned, they can wash. I hold the large piece of glass in my fingertips, laying it down for a moment to take off my black leather jacket which I casualy sling to the side. I pick it back up, inspecting it's edges carefully.
My eyes wonder from the shining piece of glass to my arm. I could complete the mission now but they'd just bring me back. I mean, the audience needs their show of blood and gore. No guts no glory. I look back to the glass, mocking me. Maybe just one slice wouldn't hurt. It would distract me for a bit at least. So, with my hand I slowly put it a little ways under my elbow with the back of my wrist facing towards me. I make a small incision on my arm, more blood dripping from the wound. Roughly I wipe it onto the bed again, closing my eyes. No! Just no! I can't. Blood stains the clear piece of glass as I chuck it across the room, hitting the locked window and falling to the ground, staining the carpet. I open my eyes now, staring at the blood gushing from the wound. Quickly I hop out of the bed and run to the bathroom, putting some toilet paper to catch the blood as it simply slips away from me. How is that easy to loose? We have so little of it and we can't even protect our own lives like Amira and I. It's not like we asked for this. I mean, seriously. We were forced to do something- at least I - didn't want to do. Once the blood is done flowing from my body I shove it into the trash and slip into my bed and try to keep the tears from cascading down my eyes like a waterfall. I need to be a man, not a boy anymore. I have to grow up so Amira doesn't have it. With that I get out of bed, slip the jacket back on and sit in the corner of the room.
I clap my hands and the lights flicker off and I am left alone in the darkness. The pain hits me quickly and I jump up, the glass poking my leg. I grab it, the dried blood still staining it's natural beauty, even in the complete silence and darkness of the cold and unhearted room. I stand down, leaning against the wall for comfort. Slowly and I slip up my pants and start cutting at my legs, not even realizing what i'm doing till it's too late. I let out a pained scream as I make the final cut, practicly unable to walk for a few moments. I slide the glass under the bed, my already black pants making a deep color appear on them. Wet with blood. Stupid me left the door unlocked so they will proabably see my like this so I quickly limp to the side of my bed, closing my eyes and leaning back onto it. With my hand I flip on the TV and act like i'm either tired or sleeping, though I still have that terrified look on my face I can't wipe away so I open my eyes and lean up, blood now on the silky bed and the big bright eyes of Amira staring at me. I could already hear her voice speaking though no words had come from her lips. Not yet anyways.
- Name/Allias - Alice
- How did you find us? - Jabberjay rpg
- Other Characters - N/a
- Location/Age - USA! 13!
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