#d10f

Name: Bell Dunkin

Age: 17

District: 10

Strengths: Fast, agile, confident, smart

Weaknesses: Respiratory problems, weak immune system, too opinionated, argumentative.

Preferred Weapon(s): Sword

Training Score: 7

Kills:

Sent off to the river to retrieve water while Tojo-san stood guard of their tent and supplies. Life like this was not very foreign to her. She spent most of her life retrieving water to a home that did not have a functioning hydro system. Letting a quiet yawn escape her lips, her descent down the strange slopes of grass began with a push and a shove.

Following the sound of running water, she peaks above the grass to ensure that she was alone. Indeed, she was, other than another tribute who was resting a little too peacefully in a sleeping bag, carefully camouflaged using branches and bushes. It was too bad that his snoring completely gave her away. Nonetheless, they were not the reason she was here. She was here because she needed water.

Holding only two daggers and a blowgun with 24 darts, her precision either had to be perfect, or she would have to be extremely silent. She was going to go with the latter. Moving quickly, she removed the bottles from her bag and brought them to the river to fill them up. She had almost made it. Made it without a need for another fight. 

Snap.

Initially, their roles had been inverse. The female had the upper hand, being both taller and stronger than her. She must have still be groggy from her sleep, because the knives that she threw at her simply grazed her cheek, some of them aimed so far off that they landed into the river. Dropping her water bottles to the ground, she narrowed her eyes and ran directly towards her, a blade in her hand.

She drove it directly into her side. She did not die immediately, rather, sputtered up blood, fluid dripping from her lips as she fell to her feet. Begging her not to kill her. Apologizing for attacking her, admitting that she should have just let her be. That she lacked the ability to survive in the first place, and that she should give her an open path to walk. 

“So, tell me, why is this bleak world worth saving?”       She did not respond.

The answer to that question, even herself, she knew not, but she was tired of seeing the female suffer with a single punctured lung, a gift from one of her daggers. She wondered if she should be kind and put her out of her misery. But watching her writhe on the floor, hasty attempts to stand up on her feet only for a dart to be shot into the back of her knee.

“I shall spare you from your misery.”                                                                                 “...Please.”

Lacking sympathy. She walked towards her sleeping bag. She would use her own sword to kill her. She would fall victim to her own weapon. That weapon that she had ran for her dear life to get. What she risked her life for, and whats she would die to. Still trying to get away, crawling on her knees. Giving the girl a wry smile, she drove it through her back, the blade destroying her internals. 

She passed out. Perhaps due to the pain. Perhaps because she was dead. She was not sure, but there was one way to find out her answer for certain. Foolproof. Never susceptible to a failure. She dug into the other girl’s chest with the blade, struggling to break the ribs protecting the vitals. Pushing back the flesh, there laid a heart that ceased to beat. 

The canon fired. 

“Eternal gratification, I have given to you. And you shall now repay me.”

Rest of the time of that afternoon spent severing his head from the rest of her body, returning that to her sleeping bag. She smashed the skull into two, splitting the bottom from the top. Removing the eyes and the brain, she placed those into the bag as well. Her hands were probably now stained with a permanent red color.  She zipped the bag up, setting it adrift in the river. The hovercraft should have fun tracking that down. 

Scraping the flesh off of the top half of the broken skull, she washed off the blood and remaining tissue in the river, drying it off in the grass. She now had her own makeshift helmet carved out of the bones of her victim. Humming a quiet tune before gathering the containers of water and returning them to her knapsack, she makes a cheerful hike up the terrain.

“Protect me as I did you.”

//: Data File Located

✦ Ellexias Lovelace ✦ Fifteen ✦ District Ten ✦ Female Tribute ✦

Preferred Weapon: Mace Key Skills: High Pain Tolerance, Manipulation Notable Weaknesses: Overconfident, Weak, Slow Reflexes, Long Range Weapons

//: Subject History

Ellexias is known as the merchant’s daughter; a girl who is wealthy only by districts ten’s standards, and doesn’t have to lift a finger to support her family. She is the offspring of a tyrannical man who would rather use a whip than use words, and a trophy wife who married only for the luxury. Upon her birth she became known to the prosperous Lovelaces as the family’s “golden girl.” To the rest of the district, however, she would only be known as the “mad cow” – the nightmare living at the end of the street, pampering herself in the tallest house Panem would offer to such a poor district.

While her mother lingered at the sidelines - Lexi always in her peripheral vision rather than in focus – her father was eager to teach his daughter discipline. “You’re better than all of them,” he would say, gesturing to the laborers in the fields, “so act like it.” And then he’d withdraw his “leather tongue” and lash it across her back or her stomach until she behaved like a proper lady. Always sit up straight, always walk with your nose in the air, always be courteous to superiors and apathetic to inferiors; these were his rules, and defying him would earn her more scars across her flesh. He trained her to despise the poor, kick the beggars and laugh at the misfortunate. Money was power in Panem, he would say, and because the Lovelace has more of it than the rest of district ten, they were the best. And so he had brainwashed is daughter into believing her blood was royal, and trained her to be ruthless, spoiled, and rotten.

When she first started attending school, everybody envied her. They wanted her money, her “easy life,” her big house. They even wanted her pets. Guard dogs, Lexi called them. They were so large they almost resembled wolves, and they howled and snarled at any intruders that dared cross the Lovelace’s private property. The popularity only lasted so long, though; with her selfish attitude and brutish ways she scared off what little friends she could gather. She was a bully to those she saw ill-fit to be her friends, and rude to almost everybody else.

Over the years her behavior shifted. Rather than being straightforward and blunt, she adapted the skill of manipulation. She could pretend to be kind and find friends that way, and then stab their backs whenever she pleased. People were disposable to her, like little puppets for her pale hands to control – that’s what her father taught her, isn’t it? There have been many who have suffered by her hand, and many who now avoid her because of her reputation. Instead of working she would sit by her fireplace with an open book in hand, always reading and reading because father told her she would need knowledge to carry the Lovelace name properly. When she wasn’t reading, she was watching her mother cook for the family, or playing with her favorite dogs in the backyard. And when she wasn’t safe and sound in her home, she was out making both friends and enemies miserable with her lying, cheating and insulting.

Those who knew her either tolerated her or hated her, and what better way to get rid of a villain then to send them into the Games when an opportunity presented itself? Needless to say, Ellexias was not pleased to hear her name being announced – it meant that everything would be taken away from her in the blink of an eye. For once something would be out of her control, and until she could seize that control again, she would be lost.

//: Psychological Profile

Selfishness: Ellexias likes to get what she wants rather than what she truly deserves, and will tear down everything in her path to claim whatever it is. Her father’s money and constant brainwashing has trained her brain to believe that money is all that matters, especially in a lower district with too many working class citizens. She would rather take and keep then donate to the needy, because why waste time with people with dirty hands and nothing to be proud of? Her father always taught her never to favor charity. It was useless, all of it, and she should accumulate her wealth and carry the Lovelace name with unrelenting confidence. The only exception she will make is helping the very few close friends she has, and even then she has her limits.

Manipulation: Sometimes it requires effort to take what she wants, such as the admiration of certain peers and the social downfalls of her enemies. Many times she must lie, cheat and seduce in order to trick her enemies into believing something false. She loves to play emotions to her advantage, especially when she can keep her own temper in check most of the time. She would rather fight with words than with a sword, and with her mind rather than her hands. Father never taught her how to manipulate, but it was something she grew into. She will do it to friends, family, enemies, anyone if it means her victory in the end.

Leadership: Having a control freak for a father comes with its advantages. Ellexias is a natural born leader; she knows how to assert authority, how to maintain a high position and most of all how to create balance if the situations calls for it. This is how her manipulation comes into play as well; she is not the ideal leader because she will betray friends in the end to reap all of the benefits, but Lovelaces are born to be leaders. One day Ellexias might become the head of her father’s house and the mother of her own family. She must know how to lead, or else her world will fall.

Drive: When Ellexias has set herself a goal, her efforts will not falter until her prize has been claimed. She will do whatever it takes whenever it is necessary to reach her goals, even if it harms others. Her unwavering sense of motivation is what keeps her strong in the most difficult of situations. She was taught that all Lovelaces are sturdy from brain to bones, that weeping over lost battles and submitting to enemies is only something a lowly peasant would do. Lovelaces were not built to lose, and therefore they must press forward. Ellexias lives with these pressures to achieve. If she does not try her hardest, she will fail, and if she fails she will be shamed. Shame is the one thing a Lovelace cannot afford.

Boldness: Such a shameless family knows how to take risks with confidence. Naturally, Ellexias can do the same. She will make sacrifices to reach her goals, take risks in order to steal what she pleases, and certainly speak her mind when she feels like it, regardless of anyone’s offended feelings. If you are no threat to her, she can insult you without feeling remorse or regret. Her lack of empathy enhances her ability to speak out in a bold act of defiance. One should not mix “boldness” with bravery, however. Although she can be brave, it is never for anybody else’s sake but her own.

//: Tribute Statistics

Strength: 2 Agility: 2 Survival Skills: 2 Hand to Hand Combat: 1 Fitness Level: 3 Long Range Aim: 1 Mental Strength: 9 Intelligence: 6 Speed: 4 Charisma: 10

//: Face Claim