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Name Keris Nemain
Gender Cisfemale
Age 17 years

Appearance
Species Human
Hair pure black
Eyes alluring star-lit hazel
Height 5’9
Build Hourglass, fit
Scars

Internal Conflict
Spirit Animal Serpent
Zodiac Gemini
Personality Keris is a rather sophisticated, yet demonic, soul. sophisticated and regal, she embodies sin and the dark flames of hell. sent by her father, hades, to present the devil to the human race; not that he has failed. She is an unhinged, ruthless and reclusive persona, ruling-like her father - with a cold iron fist and an arcane, yet seductive demeanor; with the grace that one might expect from a vampire. keris isn't as fond of the spotlight as her sister is; being the more reclusive of the twins, but she is no less lethal or venomous. keris prides herself on being an actress, switching her personality in order to garner your trust and friendship or to blend in. she could be a social butterfly; the doe-eyed damsel; or the vicious wolf-flipping in seconds. she's cold-blooded and heartless in her behavior. however, one thing remains at all times, and that she will stab you in the back within seconds if she deems it so. she's the black widow; and the black widow kills while you're still in her embrace.

Dominance
Weapon of choice Her abilities
District 12
Power Pyrokinesis (though her fire is actually hell-fire, making it black)

Other
Theme song LOLO - Hit and Run / Molly Kate Kesner - Prom Queen / MARINA - Oh, NO!
Picked or Volunteered Picked
Password Water

Spirit Animal Guide Hyena

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note of interesting voice - Miriam Pultro

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Vanity - voiced by Joel Edgerton

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Kuro - Alec Benjamin - The Knife In My Back

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The loose mist hanging over the isolated alleyways of the Victor’s village draped and shrouded the figure who prowled through it, water displaced from puddles splashing as a heel crisply stepped over it. The woman lingered almost wistfully on the outskirts of the crowd that had gathered uniformly in the middle of the square. Though the air was laden with moisture in a way that could indicate spring, the lurking storm clouds that were purposefully darkening the sky during the last few hours along with the crispness of the air suggested that they were on the cusp of autumn. The victors shifted, anxiously murmuring, the sound caressing the woman’s very bones. It wasn’t a very welcoming sound, rather it was one that proceeded the announcement of disaster. It stood at stark contrast with the brightly decorated splendor that surrounded the Victor’s Village. The heavy chain of the amethyst amulet, the only jewelry she would ever allow herself to wear and genuinely love, felt colder than ever along the nape of her neck. Nonetheless, the metal had grounded her in this horrible reality when other things couldn’t. This woman called herself Boudica Manon, a cold female that at the age of 14 had been crowned victor and now resided on the extravagant yet colder streets of the Village. She’d used to hope that a certain redhead would come to live with her here, but Boudica was past the age of childish wishing long ago.

Boudica didn’t really care what the other victors from her district said or how they spoke to her. Reaping Day was a day that she would inevitably hand-wringing, nail-biting anxiety. But not because she was actually nervous about her fate. No. Her hands had long stopped trembling at the prospect of the arena, the prospect of her life being on the line as she fought and clawed for survival. But the feral barbarity she saw displayed on screen had never quite left her mind. It disturbed her much more than one would expect, leaving a cold imprint on her brow like Death, but she’d always watched them until the victor was crowned. Nothing from her mother, no amount of coaxing, arguing with her father or threats, was going to change her morbid fascination with the Games. Especially because there were indeed streak of the victors, and their brutality, that she actually saw within herself. Boudica would be dishonest if she said that she did not enjoy the occasional fight, be it with her blade or her own two fists. Blonde braid swaying violently, fair fists often bloodied from one fight or another flying out in a precise staccato rhythm. Yes, it felt good, although these practice bouts were made with less of a passive intent since Kardia had disappeared. Forever. Boudica bit her lip. a grimace twisting her lips as a twinge of pain started to coil in her gut. But Boudica was past that too, and as she blended into the side of the crowd, a cold fist wrapped itself around that ounce of pain and grief, squashing it to a pulp. Effectively stifling the long, long list of memories that would come with it.

Later. It would do her well to dwell on Kardia later. Especially since it was Reaping Day, and she definitely didn’t want to come in a sobbing, emotional puddle. She wore white this time, nothing extravagant, with a high collar that hid the amulet from sight. The pale pink gemstone sparkled mischievously at the peripherals of the victor’s vision, at odds with the cool, composed expression she plastered onto her face like glue as she pricked her finger on the needle and slid in with her age group. There were two emotions that were the most prevalent in Reaping; outright gut-wrenching terror or glee. Glee was the rarer one to come by , but it was most certainly more preferable to being scared out of your god-forsaken wits. District 2 had a remarkably large pool of victors, as always, since their tributes as children were trained for war every minute of their lives. A powerful ally, but ruthless enemies at best and predators at worst. Savage, wild, and vicious. The young fae next to Boudica inclined her head in respect for the victor, her too-thin arms trembling nervously as she shifted her pearly gaze forward. The sky was even darker in the square, Boudica noted, the dreary breeze and ominously dark clouds threatened to worsen the children’s mood with a downpour. A cold breeze had Boudica shivering slightly, arms reaching up to vigorously rub her arms. She suddenly wished she’d brought something a little warmer. Pristine heels clacked on the wood as the capital escort, gaudy and well-dressed as usual, slunk on stage. There was something off in the sheer extremes that the Capital Citizens would push themselves in terms of beauty. It often crossed the line into repellence in her book, and it left her feeling physically sick. As if she wanted to rip her eyeballs out of her head. Why would anyone would want to live their life as a shallow, narcissistic freak? The escort, named Dionysus, beamed proudly at the crowd, oblivious to Boudica’s disgust at his garish design. Meanwhile, a deep hush had fallen over the crowd, along with a heavy shroud of anticipation.

“Welcome, welcome, citizens of District 2 to the Fourth Annual Quarter Quell and the 100th annual Hunger Games!” Dionysus’s light and reedy voice, scraped along Boudica’s very bones, leaving behind cold streaks of goosebumps on her biceps. “As per the rules given, we will be reaping from the existing pool of victors from District 2. Today, the boy and girl selected will vie for the ultimate crown!” His smile, just like his voice, sent a chill down Boudica’s spine. Ridiculous as they were, the one thing that never settled well for the fae was their stupid accent and their grotesque smiles. Stretched and tampered til they stretched the boundaries of all imagination, all for style and vanity. The victor wasn’t one to concern herself with baubles and wealth, although she was more than willing to bet that the smallest blemish would send Dionysus on the stage into a hysterical hissy fit. Boudica bit her cheek to stifle a laugh.

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Medea

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Name: Skairpa Spade. Though formerly known as Rhea Demaris, the league demanded she relinquish all aspects of her past, including her first and surname. After graduation, she changed her name to Skairipa, though for those searching for a surname, she will introduce herself as Skairipa Spade.
Nicknames: Blodreina, scythe, shadowsinger

Age: 20 years. Skairipa was born on the winter solstice, december 21st, at the dark hour of eleven pm.

Gender: Female

Physiology: Skairipa is an elusive being clothed in black, and as such, it is usually very difficult to get a reading on what she looks like. The hood drowns her face in shadows, giving her an unnatural aura, like a ghoul or a wraith. Underneath the hood, she is a fair-skinned woman, with an almost unblemished complexion. Skairipa is a tall woman; nearly 5’8, lithe, intimidating, and beautiful. Her eyes are an astonishing amber color, with flecks of gold; foxlike. She has sleek black hair that falls to her chin.

Psychology Skairipa’s terrifying, cold-blooded, albeit enigmatic reputation precedes the assassin herself. She talks very few words, if at all, and comes off as a shadow than human. She has a dark and brooding aura, which leads down to her very soul, tainting it. Having grown up in a world where brutality and cunning reigned supreme, she has become distrusting and cynical of others. She is observant, immensely stubborn, perceptive and headstrong; but it’s very difficult to truly understand Skairipa. Her eyes, mind, and her very presence is silent and haunted, as if she is a mere puppet of some greater evil. That being said, her behavior is erratic, coupled with her silence, reserved nature and elusiveness makes her difficult to track. Despite being silent, Skairipa has a terrifying, violent temper, and a vengeful mindset. She doesn’t let those who have wronged her live very long, and those who cross her often meet a bloody end at her hands.

Backstory:

Superpower:

Inventory Armor — Bow and Arrow —  Throwing knives An amulet, sent from her former lover before he perished.

Voice Billie Eilish (Bury a friend)

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Farrah Crawford

Lethe Acheron

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The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...
Dead silence.
Literally dead.

note of quote

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note on butterfly species?

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✶ 𝐴𝑧𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦

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✶ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒

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