Post by ANISE COPPERWOOD on Jun 16, 2012 3:52:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #ededed; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #000000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #000000 solid;] anisecopperwood Name: Anise Cassia Copperwood Age: 14 Date of Birth: 3rd October Sexuality: Homosexual District: 9 Occupation: Harvester Affiliation: against the games Face Claim: Chloë Grace Moretz Hair: Anise's hair is dirty blond, shoulder-length and a little wild. Eyes: Maple brown pools of determination. Height and weight: She stands at 5' 3" and weighs 111 lbs. Body type: Slim, almost too slim and very wiry. Distinguishing features: Anise's skin is very tanned from hundreds of days in the sun and her hands are rough to the touch from all her work with grain. There is one long, cruel scar down her back from an occasion when she was nine and incurred the wrath of one of the Peacekeepers Traits: Determined, obstinate, cold, distrustful, loyal, fiery, courageous, resilient. Likes: Herbs, spices, harvesting, the sun, District 9, the great outdoors, girls, scythes. Dislikes: the Hunger Games, the Capitol, the cold, being inside, music, people in general, politeness. Strengths: Invulnerable, realistic, at peace with self. Weaknesses: Distrustful, antagonistic, antisocial. Habits: Tapping with her fingers, pacing. Dreams:
Parents:
Siblings: None. Pets: Not as such, but often birds hop around the fields and watch her work. They are all the company she wants or needs. Overall History: Anise was born to Ryan and Prue Copperwood fourteen years ago. She was their first and last child, as Prue had an accident with a scythe when she was three years old. Ryan recovered well from the loss and Anise was too young to understand what had happened to her mother. Soon after, their only other remaining family member (Prue's affectionate older sister) died from pneumonia, which left Ryan alone with a baby daughter to take care of. Somehow, they managed. Despite Anise having been born after the second revolution, Ryan still fears the repercussions of what he did during that time. He had purposefully killed a Peacekeeper and despite many of his friends doing the same at the time, Ryan has always been plagued by guilt. When President Elizabeth Snow had reintroduced the Games 20 years ago, Ryan had promised himself that he would never have children and subject them to the mere possibility of that terror. But he had met Prue shortly afterwards and before he knew it, Anise was on the way. Then both his wife and his sister-in-law died and he was left to raise Anise alone. The paranoid part of him is sure that their deaths weren’t accidents and his final punishment for killing a Peacekeeper will be that Anise is reaped, but somehow she has survived the first two reapings and Ryan’s fears were assuaged somewhat. For the last two years of the Games, Anise has taken out tesserae. The first time Ryan tried to dissuade her, but she pointed out the extremely low odds of her being reaped and he never spoke of it again, not wanting her to know of his crimes. Anise herself has no fear of the game. She still has four years of reapings remaining, but inside her, she's sure that her chances of making it through are astronomically high. And even if she is reaped, Anise is sure that nothing and nobody could stand in her way. Brooke had arrived with a bunch of people, Jocks and Populars mainly, but in respect to the whole clique mix deal everyone had dispersed leaving Brooke alone near the bonfire. She stared into the flames reflectively from the comfort of her fold up chair. Feeling a little warm around the edges, she shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the back of her chair. She was planning to stay for a while (hence the chair), probably not the whole three nights though. It was a good opportunity to take advantage of a couple of Jocks, start a few rumours and sew seeds of friendship with people that mattered... Queens. Brooke sighed in supposed happiness, tapping her fingertips and feeling like a cat-stroking villain out of James Bond. The atmosphere here was buzzing and Brooke was glad she had blown off taking her little brother to the cinema to come the first name. She had been promising to take him to the newest big action movie for a while and this weekend was going to be their bonding time but hey, they could bond anytime. Paris understood that she had things to do, people to do and places to go. An extra crackle from the bonfire brought her back to the present and she inched her chair back from the fire. Warmth was cool, but maybe setting herself on fire wasn't quite the way to get it? Maybe someone would bring her a beer soon? She damn well needed one. ally. older than your average cow. none yet. |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0.
