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My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Tue Dec 15, 2015 5:26 pm

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this is a 1x1 between ecliptic and myself. Please do not post unless you are one of us, but feel free to stalk is you want ^^

My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Tue Dec 15, 2015 6:29 pm

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birth faction;; factionless
pretend faction;; abnigation
test faction;; dauntless
chosen faction;; dauntless

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name;; alexandria dawn
n.name;; alex
age;; 16
gender;; female

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hair;; light brown,
wavy, long
build;; slender yet athletic
skin tone;; pale cream
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The feisty Alexandria was born to two factionless members,
Maria and Adam Dawn. This meant that life for her was pretty tough,
and more of a kill or be killed society. Necessary supplies such as food,
clothing and water were scarce, and shipments almost always ended in
a physical fight - a few in which she has personally participated in. Being
the loving parents they are, Maria and Adam decided that their daughter
didn't deserve this lifestyle, and devised a plan to have her participate in
the serum test, in the hopes that she would test positive to a faction and
thus be accepted into the choosing ceremony and have a chance at a normal
life, despite the fact that to be caught would mean certain death... but it is a
chance they are willing to take, even if it means never seeing each other again.

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crush;; open
relationship;; none

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+ traits;; loyal, fun, wild
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My gallery · by **Ygritte** » Tue Dec 15, 2015 7:24 pm

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faction born dauntless
factions tested dauntless, erudite, candor
faction chose dauntless
tristam finds it hard to lie, due to his cand
or in him. as a kid, he could never lie, much
to the dismay of his mates. the reason he de
cided to stay in dauntless, is because he had
overheard that it was easier for divergent to
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by the way, he has his hair dyed black and has his ears pierced.

My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Tue Dec 15, 2015 10:36 pm

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Look down. Don't make eye contact. Act natural. Remember, you're supposed to have done this before.

top it, Alexandria - it's time to focus

Ugh, why did I have to be Abnegation? It would have been so much easier to be from Amity instead. All I would have had to do was smile a lot and skip everywhere

"Now, when you manage to successfully enter the school, all you have to do is follow the other 16 year old's, and they will lead you to the test. Then you just have to take it like the others, and find out your faction."

"But what if I do not get given one?"

"Then you pray the authorities don't find..."

"but they won't. She'll be fine, Adam"

Well, I'm sure they'll arrive soon and - like usual - wreck havoc. Fun.

My gallery · by **Ygritte** » Thu Dec 17, 2015 8:36 pm

TRISTAN HUNT

The train brushed against a tree as it made its daily route, making a slight noise that Tristan was sure he only heard. Everyone else was far too busy having conversations that were impossible to ignore, unbelievably hard to miss a word. Usually he would be joining in on the fun, but his best friend, Luca, dozed off beside him—his head bumping against the window—and besides, his mind was focused on the day he had ahead of him. He had been dreaming of it for months, finally finding out where he belonged, where he was meant to be for the remainder of his life. For many, it was finding out that the faction they had lived in for sixteen years was their true place, but for Tristan, he had never felt as though he was completely there, he was a key that fit perfectly, but when one tried to turn it, the door didn't budge. After so long, I will find my place in life, he thought, watching as the school slowly came into view. Shaking his friend, his eyes shot open and they both stood up simultaneously, both ruffling their hair. Fading blue strands flew in front of his vision, a sign that it was almost time for another dye. He was going to go black next time, one that he hadn't tried, but had often thought about.

Once the school was closer, he moved closer to the entrance of the train and burst out, rolling as he landed. The reason he rolled was because he knew that there was less of a chance of breaking any bones while landing. Unfortunately, that method did him no help, as a fellow Dauntless member's foot jumped onto his left hand, causing a hand to make a crunch noise. Wincing in pain, the girl muttered a quick apology that she didn't mean, and sauntered off, joining her friends. As he stood up, he attempted to shake off the pain, showing no emotion in his face and heading towards the school which lay upon him. Every time he glanced upon it, he grew tired with boredom, but he was also ready to learn. His mind often confused him, he could barely separate a truth from a lie with him.

A minute or so later, the whole crew of Dauntless arrived at the front doors of the school, some of them puffing from exercise, but most buzzed with adrenaline. Most days, they all walked in mainly together, attracting as much attention as they could from the other factions and causing teachers to sigh with annoyance. But they were used to it, and giving the Dauntless countless detentions wouldn't change anything. As he walked next to his friend, he noticed a girl dressed in grey, who didn't seem overly sure where they were. Her light brown locks fell in front of her face, and her emerald eyes made her stand out like a sore thumb. Tristan wasn't sure he had ever seen her before, though he hadn't paid attention to many people over the years, he was more into observing the nature around him. "Shouldn't you be feeding the homeless or helping the students who can't do anything, Stiff?" He spat, calling her by the lingo that a lot of people used for those in Abnegation. He used to hate the term, but it grew on him, and one day, he was addicted to using it, never calling the selfless by anything else.

My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Thu Dec 17, 2015 10:05 pm

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Alexandria heard them before she saw them, and how could you not, considering the racket they made just from breathing. Damn show ponies she smirked, throwing a glance over her shoulder just in time to witness the city's brave soldiers do their usual 'jump from a moving train' routine, appearing much like a gigantic wave of oil tumbling down onto the grass. Quite literally, as many ended their glorious leaps in classy rolls before coming up in a sprint. Show offs. Her lips were forced to purse into a smile as she observed an unlucky young male get his fingers crushed by a fellow Dauntless. It took all of her strength to push back the laugh threatening to overflow as she turned away from the scene, continuing her unsure trek into the unfamiliar building.

The footsteps of the Dauntless echoed through the halls, as if some large beast just entered the building. Typical she sighed, as the Dauntless began to even out the Erudite's sophistication, the Amity's carefree vibe, the Candor's know-it-all stance and the Abnegation's quiet persona's with a barrel of cocky, attention seeking behaviors, which included copious amounts of 'whoop!'ing, speaking overly loudly and shoving aside anyone they figured beneath them - which was practically ever grey clad figure. As if their appearances weren't enough to make them stand out she figured, noting the bright pops of unnaturally coloured hair paired with the odd tattoo here and there as the pushed past, just as a voice addressed her. A glance backwards proved exactly what she feared - it was a Dauntless. Damn. She had prepared herself for an interrogation with all of the other factions, figuring Amity and Abnegation would be a breeze, and any sort of lie would at least get her through to the test with Candor and Erudite, but Dauntless? There was no knowing what they would do. Looking back, her bright green gaze fell upon a black-clad male, fading blue fringe falling over deep, dark eyes. The guy also had classic Dauntless piercings in his ears. The distaste the sight of her brought him was obvious within his voice and choice of words, and if she was back in her factionless home it would have warranted a punch to the face, however, she couldn't deny the humour within the male's snide comment, considering the 'homeless' referred to her. As was the Abnegation way, she forced herself to turn away, but was unable to contain the small bubble of laughter that escaped her mouth, accompanied by a smirk of her own.

My gallery · by **Ygritte** » Sun Dec 20, 2015 2:00 am

TRISTAN HUNT

Once the Abnegation girl turned from her, Tristan didn't try to hide the laughter that burst from his lips. As he watched her, he looked at the hideous clothing that covered her. He wasn't sure how anyone would wilfully wear that stuff. I wouldn't wear that for all the money in the world! Falling into step with his friend, he glanced at others and wondered which faction they would be sorted into that day. He often thought about it, where one was meant to belong. A lot of people switched factions at the Choosing Ceremony, and sometimes it wasn't at all expected that one would change. It had happened with his older sisters, Eliza and Chiara: Everyone was sure that they were meant for Dauntless, then, bam! Eliza chose Erudite, and Chiara chose Amity. Chiara's was the most surprising to everyone. Amity was almost the complete opposite to Dauntless, and when Tristan had seen her drip her blood into the soil, he had wanted to scream at the girl, begging to know why she was leaving him to join the hippies. One prominent image in his mind, was when the three of them returned home (Tristan and his parents), he listened as his father roared at his mother, blaming the whole situation on the woman. Maybe if you wanted them to be such warriors, you should've stuck around while she was raising them! He had remembered thinking at the time, and digging his fingers into the palms of his hands. If one looked closely, they would've seen steam blasting out of his ears. He began to feel his cheeks burning up at the thought of it. Trying to get it out of his mind, he headed off to his first class—faction history. It was a class that he wasn't sure of. Half the time, he was intrigued by it, how the factions came to be, and the reasoning behind them, but on the other hand, he didn't feel that there needed to be an entire class centred about it. He had learnt the same facts more times than he could count.

After lunch, the whole grade found themselves in the cafeteria, awaiting their turn to be tested. The factions weren't separated, but that was where people stuck, as people generally had friends from only their faction. It was taboo to have it any other way. At a table in the exact centre of the room, Tristan sat with his friends, discussing the upcoming test—as almost everyone was; it was buzzing in the air. They had all agreed that one they had finished, that they were going to share their results with the group. It was technically against the rules, but they were Dauntless, they weren't ones to abide by them. Tristan agreed to this, shaking hands with the rest of them, unknowing to the fact that once he was done, he would be more forbidden to tell than earlier.

My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Mon Dec 21, 2015 12:09 pm

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He laughed as she turned, and how could he not? Roles reversed, she would have done the exact same thing. Heck, she was laughing now, as the irony of his statement was too overwhelming not to acknowledge. At least he didn't seem to see it, or else that would have raised a few questions. The Abnegation around her had though, and were throwing her strange looks as she fought of regain control of her composure. Looking back down forced her eyes once again to look at the grey clothing she was forced to wear. Less then a day of this already made her want to rip it off and burn it, so she couldn't imagine how Abnegation felt to wear it every damn day. At least being Factionless meant free will on the clothing department, as long as you were willing to fight for it that is. The knuckles on her right hand were still rather red from having to punch a kid to get this hideous excuse of a dress, but it was worth it.

The masses lead her towards their first class - faction history, where they spoke endlessly about how perfect the system was. One tour around my home out to change your views, honey she sneered at the teacher. Alexandria's mind strayed to the test, wondering what faction it would deem her fit for, if any. For all she knew, it would sense her Facionless status immediately, and send her packing to deaths awaiting arms. If all went right, however, she would be facing a choice that determined the rest of her life course. She could never be Abnegation - selfless and Factionless just don't mix. Amity? The thought of being a hip-happy hippie for the remainder of her days brought a smile to her lips. Candor was a joke, as already living a lie ruled that one out. She wasn't exactly dim witted, but neither did she have the high intellectual standards of an Erudite. That only left one option: Dauntless. No matter how much she despised their cocky attitudes, she could clearly see herself living their lifestyle. After all, if you think about it, it wasn't much different from her own. Jumping off a train was nothing compared with what she faced on a regular basis, and she wasn't too bad in a fist fight. The only difference was the elimination of starvation, and actually having clothes on your back you weren't afraid were going to get ripped off again. But I guess it would just have to be up to the test.

And just like that, half the day was over and Alexandria found herself waiting in the cafeteria for the test. She wasn't too focused on that right now though, as she was preoccupied by food. It was all she could do not to pie her plate and shove it down her throat like a rabid dog. She sat alone, confined to a table by herself, listening with half an ear at the stead hum of excited voices discussing the test. But what did she care? What ever happened happened, and she was just going to have to live with it. Her trailing eyes caught a flash of pale blue, and she found herself looking at pony boy from earlier. If she got put in Dauntless, at least it would give her a chance to get back at him, unless tough guy chose Amity or something. I guess only time will tell.

My gallery · by **Ygritte** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 2:28 am

TRISTAN HUNT

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock's movement seemed to be the only sound in the room that Tristan could hear, as his friend Luca returned from the aptitude test. He was the first out of their friend group to be tested, and they were all curious to discover which faction he had been sorted into. But Tristan's mind had zoned out, and he could not concentrate on anything other than the fixtures that were in various areas of the room. They had not been set at the same time, so the noise of each second passing was constant, and only two out of four of the clocks matched the time that showed on the teen's watch. When he was anxious occasionally, he could only focus on the small details, and could never see the big picture. In that case, he could only see the clocks, and could not see the students, or even his friends, who were talking to him. "Earth to Tristan!" As Luca's hand waved in front of his face, he was snapped out of his trance and jumped. All of his fellow Dauntless members were giving him a strange look, as if they were thinking about how abnormal he was. They probably were.

"Yeah, I'm here. What do you want?" There was an edge to Tristan's voice as he spoke, he was becoming irritable and impatient as every moment passed. His friend's recounted their conversation, how Luca had been told he was Amity. As he recounted his memories with his mate, it made no sense whatsoever. He had never been known to be peaceful, or a hippy, or anything, really. Most of the time he didn't have a personality at all. It was Chiara all over again. But that time, he didn't mind all that much. Tristan had never felt all that certain that they were going to remain in the same faction their whole lives. But, Amity? It seemed as though everyone was switching to the light side, even though the dark side was far more interesting. Any side of the pentagon was better than that, though Tristan often thought the middle would be the best. "I think you're lying." Tristan said, not too sure why.

Raising his eyebrows at him, Brittany—another Dauntless—said, "What are you, Candor? Who are you to question him?" Her hair, though a teal colour, made her fit into Dauntless more than anyone else at the table. Piercings covered her copper heart-shaped face, her most prominent ones being the metal which made her dimples stick out. She belonged in the black-clad clan, and every single person knew it. She was the definition of a stereotypical Dauntless. A minute later, she was called to be tested by one of the Abnegation people, and ten minutes after, she returned with the news; she was told that Dauntless would be her best fit. Shocker.

After a couple more rounds of students, his name was read out, and he rose from his seat. It made a screech as the chair was pushed back in, and some eyes flew to him. He continued walking, outside the exit, noticing that the Abnegation girl he had been talking to earlier was being called as well. They made quick eye contact, before he was pulled into a room with an Abnegation tester, and she entered one with a tester from another faction. The room was labelled 10, the last one. Right at the end of all of the testing rooms. Inside, he was greeted by an elderly Abnegation woman, with the thickest glasses he had ever laid eyes upon. As Tristan glanced around the small room, he saw many copies of himself, staring back at himself. His blue hair looked disgusting in the light, another sign that he had to dye it ASAP. As he takes a seat in the reclined chair, the woman introduces herself, Faye.

Electrodes were attached to his temple as he stared at his hands, the calloused fingertips seeming almost smooth. He felt unsafe in the room, as though he was being watched through a translucent mirror of some sort. He probably was. As the last one is pressed onto him, he felt curiosity bubbling up within him. What is going to happen? What if I go crazy from these things, and die? Before he could think for any longer, a vial was suddenly in his right hand, and he was instructed to drink the liquid. It didn't look at all safe, but that was just his slight paranoid nature. Knowing that he couldn't refuse to partake in the aptitude test, he raised the vial to his mouth, which were almost bleeding from his constant biting. Here goes nothing, he thought as he emptied the contents into his throat. His eyes fluttered shut.

My gallery · by **ravenblue;;** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 5:33 pm

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Apparently, more than one small serving of food was not permitted withing the Abnegation way of life, so once Alexandria had [literally] licked clean her plate, that was it. She had to resort to gazing longingly at the piled plates of every other faction, nose unable to block out the continuously wafting smells escaping through them, making her mouth hold a constant stream of saliva [gross >.<]. The testing had begun over an hour ago, but another charming Abnegation perk included going last for EVERYTHING. It made being selfish feel like a good thing. Now she had to wait for another two hours doing absolutely nothing. Great. Who knew doing an undercover secret mission would be so... boring. She almost wished someone would find her out, just so she could give her fists some exercise [her babies were itching for some action cx]. The almost slow motion time drag would have been more bearable if she wasn't in these damn clothes. It was difficult to remain still when she could have sworn her skin was breaking out into a rash almost impossible not to scratch. Oh, and don't forget the hair - the hair tied so tight it felt as if her scalp was ripping off. "I don't think I can take another second of this" she muttered quietly, watching as students continued to stride confidently into the testing rooms, only to come out disheveled and shaken up. What the heck goes on in there? She wondered.

As time wore on, Alexandria's mind wandered elsewhere. One point that kept resurfacing in her mind was the fact that none of the Factionless children were allowed to participate in the test, letting them have a chance at a non poverty-stricken life. I mean, they want to reduce the amount of homeless citizens, right? So why not allow Factionless offspring have a chance? It was all a puzzle to her. Maybe they figured there would be too many Dauntless if that were to happen, seeing as her lifestyle was practically kill-or-be-killed. Oh well, nothing she can do about that now.

And then suddenly, figures dressed in pale grey and black began to move about the cafeteria, signalling the beginning of Abnegation and Dauntless sorting. She shook her head slightly to clear her mind, tuning her ears into the voice emanating out of the speakers, listening for her name. That was the one thing she had to watch out for - whether or not her name was called. Hopefully her parents had managed to sneak it into the register, because if not she was screwed. As the seconds continued to tick by, her heartbeat grew steadily faster. Finally, and she had to withhold a cry of relief, the slightly crackling voice called out her name, followed by a 'Tristan Hunt' - the cocky douche from earlier. What a coincidence. Just before she entered the room, her bright green eyes met his deep chocolate ones, and she offered a friendly smile that seemed to say 'good luck', before they broke off as she stood before her designated room, hand hesitating just above the handle.

This was it. This was the test that would determine her fate, whether it be faction or death. She didn't blame her parents for becoming Factionless, but sometimes she wondered what would have happened if they were stronger, or more determined, to remain in their faction. Not that she knew what they were - no one in the Factionless ever said - but it would have at least made her life a hell of a lot easier. Ok Alexandria, stop dilly-dallying and get this over with. And with that amazing self motivation, she took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside...

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