#bofkira

OUT OF CHARACTER ;

NAME: Rachel

AGE: 21

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7ish sometimes less, occasionally more.

ANY RP EXPERIENCE?: (you may link to old rp accounts if applicable) should i link to VD’s lydia just to hurt Alex’s heart? 

IN CHARACTER ;

PREFERRED CHARACTER: Kira

THREE WORDS TO DESCRIBE CHARACTER: Sheltered, introverted, soft-spoken

PARA SAMPLE: 

"Mom! Dad!" Screams made inaudible by the cries of her faction, by gunshots, by the thundering sound of perfectly aligned footsteps marching towards her. Searching back, Kira couldn’t remember a single time in her life when her voice reached such a pitch. Screaming did not fit into the selfless lifestyle of the Abnegation. 

Before the attack, Kira rarely heard anyone scream. The occasional child, having fallen and scraped their knees and the Dauntless during the choosing ceremony were the extent of her experience with such acts. Now, she couldn’t get the screaming out of her head. She could have helped save Mr. McNabb from down the street, or Mrs. Prior from a few blocks away, if only she had been prepared. She adored Abnegation, she believed in their way of life, but she could not agree that being able to defend her faction from aggressors was selfish. It was clear that the Dauntless were not as dependable as everyone once claimed, and Abnegation needed someone to depend on. They could not afford to lose as many as they did during the attack. The school bell rang, jolting Kira from her thoughts. 

"Al- Allison!" Kira closed her notebook shut, quickly grabbing her things and following the Dauntless girl out of the classroom. They’d barely known one another for a week, but the few times the two had conversed were enough for Kira to know that Allison was special. The stark difference between Allison and her factionmates made Kira feel like she could trust the girl- like she could reach out to her. 

"Do you- um- want to maybe-" She bit her lip, unused to approaching anyone with request for help. She’d been raised to be the one who did the helping, not the one who needed the help. "Could you perhaps teach me how to fight?" Her words were calm, surprisingly stern. 

"If it’s not an inconvenience," she added, realizing a bit too late that it may be selfish to take up the time of a stranger to learn to defend herself and others. 

Three weeks later, Kira found herself frozen in the school locker room and starring at a set of work out clothes Allison had given her earlier that week. Her Abnegation clothing was proving impossible to train in, long skirts constantly tangling around her legs, tripping her up. Her hands shook visibly as she removed layer after layer of grey. She’d never worn colored anything, much less something that fit her form. Vanity was selfish, drawing attention to oneself because of their attire was selfish, having an unnecessary set of clothing when others had none was selfish. She couldn’t get her parent’s voices out of her head. Selfishness was prohibited. Did it make her less Abegation, her desire to learn self-defense? She wasn’t holding a gun or getting tattoos, so was it wrong? If it wasn’t wrong, why hadn’t she told her parents the truth about what she was doing after school? 

She couldn’t give up now.

Perhaps some things were worth being selfish for.