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[ "I don't want to change the world. I just want to leave it colder. Light the fuse and burn it up." ]
ｎａｍｅ] Nathan Alexander Decker
ａｇｅ] 18
ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ] 1
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ] "I hope this isn't a serious question"||Male
ｏｔｈｅｒ] Nothing that occurs to me

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ. ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ. ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ] Nathan is quite tall. He stand at around 6'4'', and that's mostly from his very long legs. His shoulders are square, broad, and in general exude a masculinity about them. While he's not necessarily buff, Nathan rather wiry. He can lift up a good weight and throw around some good punches. However, if he were to come into a last-ditch hand-to-hand combat with someone that is clearly made of muscle, he's probably going to loose without a weapon on hand. In general Nathan is relatively speedy and can go quite a few miles at a good relative speed (but not full out sprinting, of course). As a result, Nathan has pretty good endurance. Because of this endurance and consequential lung capacity, Nathan can hold his breath for a decent amount of time...although it's probably in no comparison to a District 4 tribute.
His hair is very, very black. You might as well have dumped a bottle on ink on it and you'd not be able to tell the difference. It's actually a large shock against his complexion, which looks that much paler against his dark locks. His eyes are a frosty blue shade that rarely give off much emotion beyond arrogance, and his mouth is forever curled into a perpetual smirk. It's actually rather annoying, really. He has a square jaw and strong chin.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ]Nathan's ruthless. He's bloodthirsty. He's cocky. In fact, his arrogance is probably the first and last thing you'll ever notice about him. Nathan seems to exude this maddeningly confident demeanor that can never be broken. The way he holds himself, the way he talks, the way he acts in general is just downright frustrating. That smirk is permanently pasted on his face for a reason, and while Nathan isn't stupid enough to think that he's the best at everything, he's pretty damn sure that he's pretty great (which isn't without reason). It's rare that his knowing look will ever be wiped off his face, and Nathan's always kept a rather cool head in most situations.

It's in this way that Nathan is quite analytical, separating himself from his own personal views and looking at the situation as a whole. He can be brutally realistic, and he's not afraid of being the pessimist, especially if it might save his life. Nathan will assume the worst a lot to force himself to be more careful and cautious than he would be normally. By using this purely logical approach, Nathan detaches himself from personal feelings in a battle or in general, which is why he rarely gives off any mood except his arrogant nature.

If he makes a plan, Nathan will stick to it--religiously--until the very end. His stubborn nature and pride will most certainly be his downfall if anything else. Even if it's clear that his attack will fail, he'll go through with it because he's too proud to admit that his plan was wrong. Apparently, he'd rather die than say to anyone's face that he miscalculated. The very thought makes him gag.

When Nathan does get angry, it's usually either at himself for making a stupid mistake--in which case he'll probably take out his pent up frustration on other people, and he'll usually not be as lucid as he would be (and more inclined to take rash action)--or it's angry at someone else for making a stupid mistake. Nathan almost never takes anything above perfection. He believes that if it's anything but the entire plan will fall apart and they're all going to die. After all, he's the pessimist, remember?

As you might've guessed, Nathan is also somewhat of a controlling jerk, but you probably shouldn't say that exact phrase to his face. He'll probably gouge out your eyes...and your tongue.

In other aspects, Nathan stubbornly denies himself any luxuries or indulges himself in petty celebrations. He feels that it'll distract him from the moment at hand. In this respect Nathan is quite diligent, and he'll rarely leave something off because he's lazy. He rarely succumbs to laziness.

Nathan is not above backstabbing, cheating, lying, or bribes if that's what it takes to win the Games. He has few lines that he will not cross. If your back is turned and it's a good moment for him to strike...well, he will. That "honorable battle" thing doesn't really strike a chord with him.

He rarely has the patience or the capability to deal with people that don't think and move at his pace. If you can't keep up, Nathan will probably leave you to starve...or just get on with it and kill you on the spot. His logic is that if you're too slow to keep up, you're little more than dead weight, and Nathan would rather go at it alone, which he prefers. While he does acknowledge that the help of other people is sometimes necessary and welcomed, he enjoys knowing that in the end he has the final say in his fate. He dislikes being dependent on anyone, and he also dislikes people clinging to him. His independence has the potential to be catastrophic for the political nature of the Games, but thankfully he's too focused on winning to much care.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ] Nathan's family was always generous donors to the Capitol cause during the war, and Nathan clearly remembers Capitol soldiers being housed in their rooms when he was but a boy. He couldn't remember anything but admiration and awe for these trained and powerful trainers from another world, and Nathan couldn't wait to become just like them. To become powerful like them, to become strong, was his new dream. And his family followed suit, his mother dying courageously in battle, and he, his father, and his brother couldn't have been more proud.

Or so Nathan believed. It was at this point in their lives that his brother Jason hated the war, and he hated what the Capitol was forcing upon the Districts. By the time the family had figured it out, Jason had already smuggled hundreds of refugees across borders along with the help of other traitors in the District and had sabotaged many Capitol soldiers that continued to visit their home. Humiliated, his father and Nathan were only to glad to see Jason become executed, and Nathan had never felt as demeaned as he had that day. To think his brother was a traitor...unforgivable. He would win the Games just so he could prove again how great his family really was...
ｆａｍｉｌｙ]
- Mom (war veteran, died in war)
- Dad (war veteran, alive)
- Jason (brother, executed for treachery during war)
ｏｔｈｅｒ] Nothing, really

ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ]Heights. If he's on a relatively flat slope of mountain, he can trick himself into thinking that's he's on lower ground, but if it's a deep, yawning, dark cavernous canyon he'll freak out. Being the pessimist he is, he'll think of dozens of ways he'll break every bone in his body.
It's not like he's paralyzed if he's a foot off the ground. It's just...life-threatening heights that get him.

ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ]
- Good aim
- Good reflexes (relatively speaking)
- Running/Endurance
- Singing (not that he advertises it)

ｓｉｎｇｌｅ. ｂｅｓｔ. ｓｋｉｌｌ]Daggers

ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ. ｓｃｏｒｅ] Well, since Nathan is all fancy-pants with his dagger work, so he really strutted his stuff in the Gamemaker Session. Couple that with the fact that he was the first tribute to go, since he's the District 1 boy, and we'll say he got around a 9 or a 10.

ｏｔｈｅｒ] Eh, to expand on the dagger point, Nathan can hide a lot of daggers and can use a lot in quick succession...of course, that means he'll always try his best to have at least two on hand for direct fighting. He prefers throwing them, though.

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ] Second_Choey
ｈｏｗ .ａｃｔｉｖｅ. ａｒｅ. ｙｏｕ] I'm online quite often. Usually CS is open in a tab while I do other things on my computer (which I use for homework and entertainment, which means I'm on it a lot), so I'm always floating around. I'll always PM you if I know I probably won't be getting to CS for a while.
ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ .ｏｆ. ｏｎｅ . ｏｆ . ｙｏｕｒ. ｐｏｓｔｓ]

[center][size=150][color=#FF0000]Carmen||Wrath

Carmen woke up to a large fanfare and uproarious laughter. "Happy Birthday, Carmen!"

Groaning in her annoyance, Carmen twisted in her bed and yanked at the sheets in protest as the kazoo blared in her room. She didn't even care that it was her birthday. The fact barely registered in her mind. After seventeen previous ones, they had already begun to loose their weight. However, it was something to be said about turning eighteen. That was a mile stone. Carmen was now a legal adult. But she didn't expect much change in her household because she turned a year older. Today would be just like the last day, she expected.

"Carmen, wake up!" the voice whined from outside the covers, and not a moment later they were impatiently stripped from her. Letting out a sharp yelp of protest at the chilling air, Carmen shot up into a seated position and glared at her eight year old sister, who was giggling at the side of her bed. She blew into her kazoo again and shouted, "Happy Birthday!" again. Normally Carmen would've been annoyed at being woken up, especially at--9:19. Dear Lord, it was early. Because it was her school's Winter Break already, Carmen had been enjoying comfortable slumbers well into the afternoon--but she knew that her sister meant well. It didn't seem constructive to tell her off for wishing her older sister a happy birthday. Thus, Carmen smiled ruefully and ruffled the child's brown locks that she had inherited from her father. "Thanks, kid."

"Mom's making you breakfast," Gabby giggled stepping out from under Carmen's hand. "Chocolate chip pancakes!" Carmen raised an eyebrow. Her mom hadn't made her breakfast in years, much less something as fancy as chocolate chip pancakes. Carmen doubted that it was because of her 18th and more because Gabby probably insisted that Carmen have something for her 18th birthday. She might've been eight, but her sister picked up on quite a few things, like how important the eighteenth birthday was for many people. Smiling, Carmen nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be right down. I'll meet you down there, I want to get changed." Nodding eagerly, Gabby retreated out of the room and stomped all the way down the stairs, shouting, "Mo-o-o-m! She's co-o-o-ming!" Snorting, Carmen threw off the sheets and stretched out her arms and back before glancing at her reflection on the mirror of her sliding closet door. Bony and unhealthy looking--as usual--and her hair was sticking up in random places. Carmen flattened it absentmindedly before she pulled on sweat pants over her shorts and a sweater over her tee. It was colder in her room that morning. For good measure, Carmen slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid around her hardwood floor a bit, smiling. This might've been the day she became an "adult", so she figured she might as well spend it being as childish as she wanted.

Downstairs there was already a sizable stack of pancakes off to the side on a counter, and her mom looked up at Carmen's approach. "Happy Birthday," she said, and Carmen responded, "Thanks, but you didn't have to do this." Her mom shrugged and smiled. "It's the first birthday you're spending here when you're not a child...technically. But you'll always be my little girl," her mom added, chuckling. Carmen groaned good naturedly before swiping a pancake and wolfing it down. Now that she was down here, she was starving.

"Dad had to go to work," mom continued, "but he did say happy birthday," and Carmen grunted through her mouthful of confection in acknowledgement. She hadn't expected dad to stay so late. He had work to do. As she sat down, Gabby joined her at the table and blew happily into her kazoo once more. Carmen rolled her eyes but let her have her fun. Still, it was like it was Gabby's birthday instead of Carmen's.

"Are you going out with your friends?" mom asked curiously as she turned off the stove. Carmen shrugged as she swallowed her last bite. "I don't know. We didn't make any plans, but they'll probably try and ambush me," she snorted offhandedly as she took another pancake. Gabby slipped from her seat and strained for the top of the counter, and Carmen absentmindedly handed her a flapjack before turning back to her mom. "Why, you didn't have any plans for me, did you?"

"Oh, no," her mom said hastily, waving a hand. "I was just making sure you weren't staying home today." Still, Carmen couldn't feel a bit guilty. Should she stay with her family to celebrate? But it would be so much more fun with her friends...Swallowing her guilt, Carmen smiled and said, "Okay, thanks." Carmen finished off her second pancake and took another before saying, "I should get ready before they try and kidnap me in my pjs." Carmen gave her mom a quick hug and patted Gabby affectionately on her head before retreating into her room, nibbling on the third pancake. Now she felt very regretful. Her mom went to so much trouble...shouldn't she stay? But these whispers were quickly squelched as she imagined what fun she'll have with her friends. Carmen hastened to get ready, pulling on a pair of jeans and a favorite shirt of hers, along with a leather jacket, before retreating to her bathroom.

Just as she was running through a comb through her unruly hair when her phone vibrated. Already anticipating what it would say, Carmen read, "Happy Birthday! Everyone's coming to the movie's later. We know that you wanted to see that one movie, and we bought you a ticket. It's at Shaker Square btw. After that we should go to the mall and we'll finally get you something nice to wear"--at this Carmen snorted and self consciously adjusted her jacket's collar--"and then take you to dinner! On us, of course. Sounds fun, right? We'll take you to your favorite restaurant." Carmen smiled at her friends' glee and jubilation and texted back, "Sounds really fun. You don't have to treat me to dinner, though. My parents will probably want to do something for me on my 18th. Leave that to them, I don't want to make them feel bad." Not a few moments after this was sent, her phone jumped in her palm again, the message reading, "Yeah, okay. Lol everyone will be glad, anyway. Less money we have to spend. XD"

"Mom!" Carmen called downstairs, pocketing her phone and grabbing her wallet, which she also slipped into a pocket. "Everyone is bringing me to the movies. And then the mall. But I should be home for dinner."

"Okay, have fun," her mom shouted up to her as Gabby screeched, "Can I come?"

"No!" Carmen snapped as her mom at the same time said that it was Carmen's special day with her friends and that she'll be back later to celebrate with them. Carmen could still hear Gabby whining as her phone vibrated, again. Carmen checked it, seeing another text message--this time from a different friend--that read, "Be careful on the roads. The rain from yesterday froze, so all the roads are all icy. It's terrible over here"--at this Carmen grimaced. This friend was very close to Carmen's house. That probably meant the roads here were just as bad--"so if you think it'll be too dangerous, don't come out. It's not worth it, we'll see the movie on another day." Quickly texting her back, Carmen stated, "Are you kidding? You guys bought me the ticket and everything. I can't let your plans go to waste. Don't worry, I'll be careful." Her friend, always quick to respond, immediately said, "Carmen, in the grand scheme of things, one night and one ticket wasted isn't that big of a deal."

"It's fine. I won't die."

"Gah, w/e, then. It's your b-day. Just BE CAREFUL."

Yeah, yeah, I got it already, Carmen thought in exasperation. Honestly, it was great she cared, but sometimes her friend was really overbearing. "Mom, I'm going now!"

"Okay, be careful on the roads," she called back from the living room. "It looks bad out there." Carmen could hear the weather man talking about the snow and last night's rain, and Carmen sighed minutely. "Yeah, I know. Vee just texted me about it. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Okay, have fun!" her mom responded.

"Thanks, love you," Carmen said offhandedly before rushing out the door. The walk to her car was agonizing. It was incredible how cold it was already. She should've worn something warmer, but she was too lazy to go back inside, now She nearly shouted in panic as her feet slipped on the driveway, however. Wow, Victoria wasn't kidding. Scrunching up her nose against the chill, Carmen carefully clambered into her icebox of a car and started up the engine, cranking up the heaters to full blast. She glanced at the road in her rearview mirror. The asphalt was cleared a bit, sure, but it was more or less glistening with a fine sheet of frozen death traps. Carmen swallowed and for a moment she considered cancelling. But no, she already said she'd go. She couldn't just send everyone back for nothing. Shaking off her fears, Carmen rolled out of the driveway and into the road.

The trip was more or less manageable. Carmen was careful to go at a crawl of a pace, and she only skidded once on a turn--although her stomach leaped when it happened. All in all, it was a more or less painless drive considering. She did quite well.

But it couldn't be said for the other driver.

One moment, Carmen was waiting patiently at an intersection. The next, she was pulling forward before a car skids and slips and slams right into her car, apparently unable to control their vehicle. Already in motion from before, Carmen's car spun on the ice, narrowly missing another passing car only to hit into another stationary one. Carmen's head wobbled like a bobble head's and her heart was pounding as she slammed on the breaks and yanked her wheel to opposite way, trying to just stay upright. Still, with the impact of the last car, her's was unbalanced, and it tipped before flipping onto it's ceiling, the windshield cracking at the impact as the car she missed also made impact, it's movement wild and panicked as it had tried to avoid Carmen. Jostled and her neck aching, Carmen coughed and was aware of something running up her neck and into her hair--blood? She forced herself not to panic. Call someone for help. Already she could hear the voices outside. Good, they'd call, surely. But it wouldn't hurt to try herself. Could she move her fingers. Damn, she couldn't. She wasn't quite sure what that meant. Carmen couldn't connect the dots.

Her vision was going hazy. No. Don't go to sleep. Stay awake. Stay awake. It was an intuitive, instinctual feeling. While Carmen couldn't recall why she couldn't close her eyes, she knew that she shouldn't. She wriggled in her seat, the belt jammed and her fingers unresponsive. She had to get out....

"Yes, hello? I"m on Beachwood road right now and there's been an accident..." a voice echoed from outside, and Carmen breathed a sigh of relief. Someone was coming. She'd be alright. She closed her eyes. It'd be okay for a second. After all. Help was coming...

But of course, it came too late. With the ice also hampering their speediest approach they dared, Carmen slipped away before she even heard the sirens.

((My Second Character. And This is Hopefully the Big Bad Divider Between the Two))

[ "Baby, close your eyes. You haven't lost at all, yet. Don't know what you're made of 'til the one thing that you want." ]
ｎａｍｅ] Carmen Elizabeth Jordan
ａｇｅ] 16
ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ] 7
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ] "I...do look like a girl, right?"||Female
ｏｔｈｅｒ] Not really.

ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ. ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ. ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ] Carmen is almost all bone, and what skin that's left on her isn't wasted on flab. The work in lumber has strengthened, that's for certain. Her arms are tough and well-toned from pounding axes into trunks and climbing up into trees. This climbing has also helped her legs out, which are also almost unhealthily skinny but still quite strong. Carmen stands at exactly 5'6'' even. While she might not have the most awesome figure ever, her body did bless her with height. This may also be a reason why she looks so stick like. Her shoulders are narrow and slope downwards. They're not square at all. Her arms are slightly disproportionate for her torso, coming down a bit more than they should. However, it's not a huge discrepancy, and typically it's not something that's noticed. If you were to battle her hand-to-hand, she'd almost certainly loose. Sure, she'd put up the good fight, but her body wasn't really made for throwing punches. Maybe she'd better stick to hacking and slashing.
Her white hair is a shock to everybody. Carmen doesn't know what happened there. In reality, it's technically a blond, but it's so light that it's easier to just say it's white. It's cut short--Carmen quickly found that having long hair was too hard to take care of, and much to cumbersome to bother with, especially when you're climbing trees. Her eyes are a stormy gray color, but in the right light they might become a frosty white-blue. Her cheekbones are prominent and raised, giving her face a nice form.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ] Carmen never really enjoys confrontation. While she might be tall, she knows that she's comparatively weak to other people. She's skittish and hesitant to get into fights because she believes that it's likely that she'll be hurt, and badly. To avoid this, Carmen avoids conflicts all together. Carmen tries to stay in the background as much as she can. Keep your head down. Don't cause a commotion. Don't give anyone a reason to hurt you. As a result, Carmen tends to be easy to push around, and she'll rarely put up a complaint or a fight when you ask her to do something. She's usually exploited, taken advantage of, and more or less bossed around for most of her life.

She's perfectly aware that she lets people walk all over her. Carmen isn't a naturally timid person. On the contrary, she's got a sensible head on her shoulders and she's quite comfortable in her own skin--privately, that is. It's just that she doesn't advertise it. Carmen has the quiet, confident aura about her. However, in a world where there are people that are so outwardly arrogant, Carmen is usually branded simply as quiet. Carmen usually dislikes people who blow steam, as they're loud for no good reason. Personally, she never feels the need to show everyone she believes herself a good person.

If there's one thing that's going to be her downfall, it's her fear of what other people think of her. While Carmen can't be much happier with the kind of person she is, she still worries how people might talk about her, throwing her image into a bad light. She doesn't want to have an infamous reputation. Carmen also fears rejection and misunderstandings. Because she's constantly trying to please everybody, it's become almost like a habit of hers to keep everyone happy and amiable towards her. Carmen is worried that if she were to show that she is quite confident about herself others will scorn her. So while her confidence is on the inside, because she's never exposed her true self to anyone she's not had the chance to withstand any put downs in her life. Whether or not her confidence won't shatter when she gets to the Capitol remains to be seen.

Carmen enjoys logic puzzles and using common sense to think things through. She's not the type to rush into any situation without thinking it through, but sometimes she gets too thorough. Carmen might try and approach a problem from every angle before trying even one idea. In the time that she's mulling it over, someone else has probably figured out the problem and tried out their first idea on how to solve it, and they probably have. She tends to over think things while the simpler idea that's in front of her might not occur to her until the last minute.

It takes a lot for her to get fired up. Since she typically doesn't expose her true self to everyone around her, she's created a quiet, harder outer shell about her that takes all the abuse she gets and just tosses it somewhere else. Perhaps in the back of her mind she might have the memory of that scorn, but in general it doesn't really get to her since they're not technically responding to her actual person. And if someone did make fun of her inner self, Carmen would probably shrink back and not speak up out of habit instead of getting up and confronting the person. However, when something does get Carmen frustrated or impatient, she'll point out all of the mistakes you've done and win with pure logic. She tends to let out her more sarcastic side, which is biting and vitriolic, when she's arguing.

Out of desperation, Carmen might kill someone. While she's not the most happiest or outgoing person in the world, she still likes living. It might take her a bit to force up a strong enough resolve to try and kill someone in cold blood, but in a battle for her life she'll probably shut up her conscious and just fight to win. It's a reality of the Games. Carmen isn't going to waste time on debating whether it's the right thing in the heat of a fight.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ] Naturally she was alive during the Dark Days, and her parents were quite involved in the Rebellion. As such, they were rarely home, but her older sister Erin was always around. Together they helped each other survive during the hard days, and they were dark indeed.

By the time the war was winding down and the Capitol was clearly winning, her family and close friends threw in a last ditch effort to try and sabotage nearby factories in their District which really wouldn't have tipped the balance even if they had won. It was just out of desperation, really. At this point, Carmen was 14, and Erin was used as the first true martyr of the District. The night she left still hauntingly lingers with Carmen, as Erin had given her the most warmest and reassuring smiles before walking out the door. Carmen has never really forgiven her parents for the sacrifice they made, especially since Erin was really the only family that stuck with her her entire life. And it was all for nothing, too. Make no mistake, Carmen holds a deep grudge against her family and the Capitol, but her personality isn't one for confrontation...

ｆａｍｉｌｙ]
- Mother (lumber, ex war nurse, alive)
- Father (lumber, war veteran, alive)
- Erin, older sister (Died during War)
ｏｔｈｅｒ] They had a dog for a while named Lucky, but he died when Carmen was around sixteen.

ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ]It's probably because she has absolutely no insulating fat on her skin, but Carmen doesn't do well in cold. She's also somewhat of a klutz. She had a phobia for centipedes and similar insects.

ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ]
- climbing trees
- cutting down trees
- cooking
- drawing

ｓｉｎｇｌｅ. ｂｅｓｔ. ｓｋｉｌｌ]Probably cutting down trees...with an ax, of course.

ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ. ｓｃｏｒｅ] She threw around some axes for a while, but because of her nerves and since there wasn't much stuff to actually chop, coupled with the fact that the Gamemakers were started to get a little bored...we'll say she got a 6.

ｏｔｈｅｒ] Eh, not really. She's pretty useless without an ax, really.
ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ] Second_Choey
ｈｏｗ .ａｃｔｉｖｅ. ａｒｅ. ｙｏｕ] Well, as I've said, I'm on quite often. ^^
ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ .ｏｆ. ｏｎｅ . ｏｆ . ｙｏｕｒ. ｐｏｓｔｓ] I don't want to cheat and give you two different examples, so just refer to the one above!

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