Name: Luna Orfeo
Personality: Luna is an individual that keeps to herself most of the time, not really interacting with others during her time working at the factories. As such, she is a rather enigmatic presence, who ends up slowly revealing parts of her true self to others over time. She can also be very secretive, being able to hide things from people with ease. She is also quite the sly character, and can manipulate a person once she finds out enough about them.
Appearance: Luna is quite short, and is thin, but better fed than some of her co-workers. She has some build up of muscles in her arms, but not much elsewhere. She also has extremely pale skin, dark green eyes, and long black hair that partially obscures her left eye.
History: Luna was born alongside her twin sister, who unfortunately perished during childbirth. Luna was the weaker of the two twins, and her parents barely managed to keep her alive during her infancy. This left her as being a rather petite girl as a child, being very frail, which led to her having problems with the better built kids in school. Since she didn't have the physique to fight back physically, Luna learned to read people, and manipulate them into leaving her alone. Luna left school at 16, and was put to work in the factories, where she initially struggled with the taxing nature of the job, but soon built up some strength. Because Luna and her parents all work, they receive enough money to live in the higher class of the district, and she's never had to worry with Tesserae.
Scenario 1: After three days of training, the scores show- your character gets a measly two. How do they react?
"And from District Five, Luna Orfeo," Caesar Flickerman begins, holding the slip of paper in his hand that contains my training score, which will essentially decide whether or not I'm worth being sponsored; potentially, my life is on the line here. I glance around the large room. My mentor is anxiously staring at the screen, whilst my district partner has sunk into his seat, content with his impressive 7. Then again, he did seem to have a knack for the crossbow, so it was expected that he'd get a good score. Me, on the other hand...
I feel my pulse increasing as I begin to panic. What if I did something wrong? Did I screw up somehow? The head Gamemaker didn't seem all that impressed with me during my performance, but I'm not sure if that was genuine, of if he'd just put that on to hide his true feelings. Maybe I'm just worrying too much, or maybe I'm not worrying enough. If my score's too low, the sponsors won't give me a second thought, but if I score too high, I'll catch the attention of the vicious Careers, and they'll be sure to kill me before I pose a threat. I've just got to keep calm.
"Coming away with a score of two!" I feel my blood turn to ice as I look at Caesar's smiling face. Sure enough, in the corner of the television screen, is an image of me in my training suit, with the number 2 flashing below it. The silence in the room is deafening as I turn to my mentor. He's gone silent, and is clenching his thinning hair, looking at me with his wide brown eyes, and he doesn't even have to open his mouth for me to know what he's thinking; there's absolutely no hope for me. Instead, he faces my district partner, and wearily congratulates him on a high score, avoiding my gaze. As he does this, two words rattle around in my head, getting louder and louder.
Scenario 2: Your character has made it to the final two, their last opponent being a huge, bulking, psychotic Career armed to the teeth.
I crouch further into the foliage of the tree, watching helplessly as the monstrous boy from 1 continues to tear the tiny girl from 9 to shreds, her blood splattering on his shining body armour, and the surrounding trees, painting the area a disgusting shade of red.
The cannon echoes out, and the instant it does so, I realise something. We're the only two left. My pulse increases, and I grip onto my knife; the only thing anyone bothered to sponsor me. I know that he'll be looking for me, and that by tonight, we'll have our winner. And as much as part of me hopes that it's me that wins, every sign points to him. I mean, how can I compete with a freaking diamond encrusted sword?!
"Calm yourself, Luna," I say softly, easing my breathing, but the second the words leave my mouth, an arrow flies past me. I freeze, and look down below me. The boy from 1's standing directly underneath me, grinning psychotically. His once perfectly styled blonde hair is a matted mess, and his face is splattered with dried blood; there's no telling how many people died in order for such a red mask to appear.
Suddenly, the boy from 1 begins to climb the tree, and I waste no time in standing up, and leaping from my branch on to the next tree. However, it appears that I misjudged the branch, and it snaps under my weight, causing me to plummet to the ground, letting out a yelp. I hit the forest floor with a thud, and black out for a moment. I come around seconds later, and see the boy from 1 making his way back down the tree. I scramble to my feet, ignoring the dizzines and the pounding in my head, and rush deeper into the forest, abandoning the clearing in a heartbeat.
"Get back here!" I hear the boy from 1 yell, but I don't dare look back. I have to get away; I can't die. I jump over a small bush, landing on the other side with relative ease. I'm panting loudly, all hope of stealth abandoned, replaced by a primal need to survive. I swerve past a tree, and trip on a root, crashing to the ground again, smashing my face on the floor. I can feel the blood gushing from my nose, but that isn't important right now. What is important is the sound I can now hear.
The rushing sound can only mean one thing; that massive river is close by. With this in mind, I grip the closest tree, and shakily stand to my feet, feeling the blood pouring down my face. But I ignore it, a plan formulating in my mind; if I can get him into that river with all the extra weight, he won't be able to get out. I look behind me, and see him catching up quickly. I have no time to waste.
I dart through the trees, the boy from 1's yelling and the sound of the river both growing louder. I run faster, and reach a wall of foliage; the one thing blocking me from the river. Quickly, I leap through it, the brambles tearing my skin and clothes, but I breathe through the pain, making it through to the other side.
The sound of the river is at its loudest, and I look to see the roaring body of water rushing downhill. This is it. I stand up, and look at the distance from the clearing to the river; only a few feet. Perfect. Suddenly, I hear the sound of bushes rustling, and turn to see the boy from 1 tearing through. I move to the side of the bushes, and as he climbs out, I stick my leg out.
He crashes through the bushes, stumbling onto the dirt floor below, and barely has time to look at me before he trips, stumbling forwards, over the edge, splashing into the water below. His sword falls to the ground in front of me with a loud clang, and I lift it up, peering over the edge. It's too high for him to climb, and he knows it. He looks up at me, glaring madly as the current takes hold, sweeping him along the river, towards what I know lies at the end of this stretch of land; the waterfall.
The boy from 1 begins to scream loudly, splashing in the water as he draws closer to his inevitable death. I remain where I am, watching silently as he reaches the edge, vanishing from sight. And for a moment, I register what just happened. I have just taken a life.