#au one

ARIADNE BEAUREVOIR // VAMPIRE // BORN IN 1680

Ariadne Beaurevoir was worn into pure French classicism, and she hated every minute of it. Because she was more boyish than her twin brother, Orpheus, her mother kept her fairly in the shadows of their home, in order to not lose the little fame and nobility their family had acquainted. Ariadne wasn’t a lady, neither did she want to be one. She wanted grass under her soles and dirt under her nails. She wanted to run freely. Therefore, while she liked few things, freedom was what she liked best.

They were regulars at Louis the XIV’s court, but Ariadne had to promise, every time she stepped into Versailles, that she wouldn’t make the slightest noise. She did. She wanted to see the world, as boring as they all were. She hated the theatrics, but she was no heathen, as much as she sometimes behaved as such in her mother’s vision. Afterwards, she was free to laugh it off with Orpheus in the candlelight, long after mother and father were fallen asleep.

She was engaged to a lovely man -- lovely by the words of her mother, still younger than her husband to be was -- when the mysterious character invited to the court dragged both her and her brother to offer them immortality. Like a child who opened her mouth widely for the candy, Ariadne couldn’t wait for life to mean something else. She jumped in head first, leaning in and exposing her pretty, pale throat that begged to be bitten from. It wasn’t loneliness she feared, not with Orpheus by her side, but freedom itself. The very thing she desired was dangerous and a lady of her breeding felt it even though it was the very fabric of her dreams.

The one condition phrased by the man who offered them eternity was for them to accompany him during his travels, to be their servants of some sort. The Beaurevoir twins never ran faster than after they got what they wanted. The transition made their skin glow and their appetite turn towards blood, but everything was clearer than ever. Every sunset, intensified. Ariadne soon learned that she loved the feeling of warm blood against her now cold, hard skin. She showed promise to never get bored with their little feeding system.

Their maker never found them again -- or perhaps he simply never bothered to -- but they were set on killing him if he tried. It wasn’t as if they were subtle. Ariadne and Orpheus were loud, and it showed best during the most disastrous of eras. The French Revolution was a mandatory participation, out of mock patriotism, but they were part of it laughing their lungs out, knowing none of this meant anything. 

Neither of them ever got far or got remarked. They were having fun in every way, most of which destructive, but they never cared for drawing others’ attention. For a couple of times, they got lost or ran away from each other, but they would always find their way back. They migrated to America alongside the American Dream and didn’t leave since. The United States were the perfect place for them: endless, dumb, excessive and so damn fashionable in some ways. 

There were two times in history when Ariadne and Orpheus parted ways. The first time, she ran away after a bloody fight. Two years later, there she was, in Seattle, married to the most ridiculous man on earth. A week after the marriage, she ran away and never saw Nick again. Her ideas of having fun and coping with solitude were never quite right. The second time was in the 80′s, for a full decade of dance and sequins, but nothing could make her miss Orpheus more than all those stupid boys always muttering nonsense. 

Here you can see the first character of Arella's AU.

Harvey is the first son of king Tom Lucitor and Hekapoo, he loves playing guitar with his best friends Geoff and Olivia and with his girlfriend Lucy. He lives in the Underworld with his father, his step mother Jackie and his step siblings Claire and Ludvic, but sometimes he travel with his mom and his twin sister Morgana. He's quite and sarcastic kid and he loves reading and playing videogames.

leona oakland // 26 // trainer for district seven

  One flash of a moment can disecate a person and turn their skin inside out irremediably. Leona watched the reflection in the mirror change from the graceful girl who went to ballet classes thrice a week and was too exhausted for sword play, the sweet girl drawing the same picture of five happy smiley faces over and over again without a gram of talent, the shy girl who would insist to remain in the backstage during family interviews just because she didn’t think that the spotlight belonged to her too and what she was until the age of eighteen. She felt that miraculously fast switch occur in a second of tension, and she was suddenly less of everything that made her herself, and more of a mid-July ghost. 

  She was eighteen the year of Slate’s Games. She was eighteen and about to die. While the twins preferred and were registered as District Four citizens, she has always been rooted in Seven, so the Oaklands split for Reapings and she stayed with her father, shoulder to shoulder, while they would hold their mother’s hands three districts apart. When the escort yelled her name, she was already white with panic. All the heads in the crowd turned towards her, the invisible girl, for once in the spotlight, boiling under the sun. Somewhere, miles away, in that exact moment, her younger brother was getting the exact same kind of attention. Luckily, before Leona even managed to process it and take a first step towards certain death - as prepared as she was, she was always smart enough to realize that she didn’t represent an exception and that she wasn’t as special as the crowned ones had to be - another volunteered, and the burden got lifted off her fragile shoulders. 

  When she ran to the Capitol, relieved to tell the rest of her family that she got away and wasn’t dying, she was welcomed by far worse news than her hypothetical death: a life worth infinitely more than hers seemed to have been the target of that year’s Games. The punishment on her family had cut to half, but Leona didn’t care, because it was twice worse with just her brother out there alone in the arena. Relief turned a different shade, and it looked like guilt from an angle, because he didn’t escape like she did, but Slate survived and the Games did nothing bad to the Oaklands, but break her little brother. For that, she would never forgive the system, because the Oaklands meant everything and more than that to her. 

  After that tumultuos year, Leona gave up ballet and picked up the battle items, although out of the danger zone. After that year with a victory tour that was the only crown she ever wanted to see, looking at her brother as if he were the sun itself because his presence was the highest form of miracle, she started popping pills, because they were the only thing stopping her from attempting to punch every man who ever cheered for Slate in the disgusting way that was supporting not her brother, but the idea of the Games and killing each other itself. Mildly sedated was the only way she could function. It made training painless. It made training never stop. She became better than the best without needing it for anything.

  Almost turning down the trainer job after applying and getting hired, half probably because of her surname and half because she could hold that knife, she didn’t know how to handle people and talk to them, let alone guide them through understanding battle strategies and learning how to fight for their lives successfully. When she opened her mouth, she was lost, and it had less than nothing to do with the continuously dreamy state the pills were giving her. Stuttering she has always been fluent in, until she decided to stop talking altogether, because he had nothing of Marina and Stone Oakland’s charm and affinity to an audience. For that, she is a mediocre trainer, doing her job poorly not because she wants the tributes to fail, but because it is the best she can do in the field.

connections

Stone Oakland (adoptive father)

Marina Oakland (adoptive mother)

Oceana Oakland (adoptive little sister)

Slate Oakland (adoptive little brother)

Reid Holmes (biological father)

open (somebody to party with in a toxic way, though she isn’t a party girl and this would be a rare and intimate thing)

open (something of a rivalry?)