( ℓeт тнe gαмes вegιи ) . [ ℓιтeяαтe нuиgeя gαмes яρg ]

[katniss,]

( ℓeт тнe gαмes вegιи )

The first year marking the districts' defeat sends mixed emotions throughout Panem. The Capitol celebrates proudly, throwing parties that only flaunt their power over the districts. The remaining twelve districts that survived the rebellion are silent with fear from the rumors of what is coming. The Hunger Games.

No one knows what this Hunger Games is, and one can only assume the merciless government has planned something big. Something cruel. Something unforgettable. Something that will truely show the strength of the Capitol in which the government doesn't hesitate the defeated districts of. As minds whirl and morph ideas of what this "Hunger Games" could possibly be, assumptions and predictions fly through the air. But no one really knows what really is to come, and when the revelation of the event is released, terror cannot to begin to describe what the defeated districts feel.

Two teenagers, called "tributes", that are from the ages twelve through eighteen are chosen from each district- one boy and one girl- to compete in the fight for their lives. They will be paraded like pets by stylists and Capitol citizens, interveiwed, studied, scored, trained, and tested. They will be human sacrifices to show to the people who is really in control. They will kill each other in the hopes to be the victor. Twenty-four of them will go in, only one will come out. The weak, the young, the crippled, the diseased all put against the strong, the oldest, the cunning, the quick. Forced to kill one another, there is no choice but to accept your fate.

Death.

The Reaping Day as they call it, has now come and gone. A name pulled out of a large glass bowl, a child torn from their families. A boy and a girl, two tributes. Doomed to die, doomed to be mocked by the blood-lusting Capitol citizens. To them? This is entertainment. A show. A thrill. To you? This is your life. Your death. Your doom. When your name was called out by the eager Capitol Ambassador who's voice rings out cheerfully through the townscenter, fear courses through your vains. What is going to happen to you? Well, only time will tell. Whether you die or triumph, you know that the path ahead of you isn't going to full of sunshine and rainbows.

Oh, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

[katniss,]

т e я я ι т σ я y ;;

Beautiful, tranquil. Terribly misleading.

The first annual Hunger Games is set in a soft meadow, quiet yet dangerously vunerable. Open and airy, the whole moore is filled with grasses of an array of shades that stand around four feet tall in the thickest of spots. The fields spread through countless rolls of hills, and a gentle, premanent breeze flutters through the raspy grasses. The ground slowly rises and falls to create valleys, and take up a good acre of land, if not more. The starting spot where the tributes all stand for sixty seconds before the games begin is situated towards the northern area of the moore, on a large terrace that holds ancient, broken ruins. In the center of the ruins, a large, shining, metal Cornucopia in which houses the bounty of weapons, food, iodine, water, blankets, medicine, and whatever other assortments the Gamemakers decide to provide. The city ruins are not very big, but do span out far enough to serve as a good hideout for the stronger and braver tributes that dare stay in such an obvious hideout.

The meadow is quite pretty, and is overflowing with wildlife like rabbits, squirrels, and voles- easy prey. However, all plants inside the meadows confines are deadly poisonious. Their appearances are based off of edible plants- berries, roots, leaves, herbs, tubes, and such- but have a unique look to them, and while the fruit may look like a blackberry, it ain't a blackberry. Sweet, tangy, and inticing smells erupt from the fruits and pods of these plants, tempting starving gamers, however keep your wits these are obviously only a coax to your death. Hasty and hunger-blinded minds could easily skip past this tiny detail, but the vigilant and observant would be able to realize that eating the plants from the moore would not be the wisest. On the northern border of the meadow, a sharp drop-off marks the edge of the arena, and little is more to be said. On the western side of the arena, a large lake spans out, and serves as the main water supply for the gamers. Pure, fresh, and clean- you only need to add iodine to the lake water before you drink as to properly purify the contents. This lake is drainage from a stream, which flows and twists to form the border between the forest and the main mooreland. The river is good for water as well, but is not as plentiful with fish as the lake is. When you cross the stream, you enter the forest portion of the arena, which get thicker and darker as you continue deeper into its confines. Filled with all sorts of muttations- jabberjays, wolves, tracker jackers, and plenty of other strange and deadly creatures- this is the prime place for both prey and predators. Certain plants inside the forest are good for eating, but there are some more poisonious ones such as nightlock. Near the entrance to the forest, a shack stands, and is a good place for both resting and camping, but is a very obvious hideout. This will no doubt be a fought over spot by the stronger tributes. Within the entire territory, normal predators like wolves, bears, and so forth are hidden amongst the muttations, but who knows what the Gamemakers will through into the arena for you to fight off?

c σ я и u c σ ρ ι α ;;

{ inside the cornucopia ➜ farthest from the cornucopia }

[ 1 ] Rack of silver spears.
[ 1 ] Warhammer.
[ 1 ] Trident.
[ 1 ] Sheath of daggers and throwing knives.
[ 2 ] Pouch of throwing stars.
[ 2 ] Blow guns with darts.
[ 2 ] Night-vision glasses.
[ 2 ] Spiked clubs with a black leather shaft.
[ 2 ] Silver bows {each with 12 silver arrows}.
[ 3 ] Short swords and long swords.
[ 3 ] Axes {simple wood-chopping ones}.
[ 3 ] Tents {1x orange, 1x black, 1x brown}.
[ 4 ] 30-foot long ropes.
[ 5 ] First aid kits {sleeping syrup, bandages, simple medical cream}.
[ 6 ] Barrels of water, already purified.
[ 10 ] Food crates {crackers, apples, bread}.

[ 1 ] Flimsy wooden bow {no arrows}.
[ 1 ] Short sword with a brown sheath.
[ 2 ] Burlap sacs of bread {1x stale . 1x fresh}.
[ 2 ] Sleeping bags.
[ 2 ] Sheets of white plastic.
[ 1 ] Brown backpack; (1) waterbottle {empty}, (1) sleeping bag, (1) loaf of bread, (1) night vision glasses, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] Green backpack; (2) waterbottles {empty}, (1) pair of socks, (1) tin of crackers, (1) first-aid kit, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] Black backpack; (3) waterbottles {full}, (2) apples, (3) tins of crackers, (1) rope, (1) knife, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] White backpack; (5) waterbottles {full}, (1) loaf of stale bread, (3) throwing stars, (1) tin of iodine, matches.
[ 1 ] pouch; (2) chunks of bread, (1) apple, (1) medicine kit.

[katniss,]

я u ℓ e s ;;

{ . This is a literate roleplay, so I stress literacy! Don't be that one roleplayer who can barely keep up with the requirements, and uses the excuse of "writer's block" every single time. Be literate, or please do not join. Literate is the minimum of two, juicy paragraphs. With writer's block, a good paragraph anyway. Good grammar and spelling too.

{ . No powerplaying or godmodding. No creating perfect characters, or creating imperfect characters that somehow always hit every target with perfect accuracy.

{ . Your character should reflect your district. For a example, a tribute from District 8 should not be better with an axe than a tribute from District 7.

{ . Be realistic in your appearances and skills! No purple eyes or lazer-tipped figures.

{ . Only join if you have read the book(s). The movie is okay, but the books provide so much insight and detail that you don't get from the books.

{ . Three characters, tops. It is okay if not all the spots are filled. If you make three characters, they cannot be all of the same gender, and you cannot have two characters from the same district. All forms must be literate still.

{ . Private-message me your form before you post it. Please. Also, follow the form guidelines, fill out everything, use that form.

{ . Don't be that person who happens to get all the good stuff in the Cornucopia battle.

{ . Romance is fine, but let us be realistic. Falling in love is the least of any person's priorities.

{ . Due to the fact this is the first Hunger Games, there are no real "Career" tributes, and no one is really prepared for the fighting and stuff.

{ . Once I tell you when you die, don't argue. You are assigned a death time, and you will die then. I will private-message you the guidelines of your death.

{ . Post once a day, at least. Please be active, responsible, and kind.

{ . More will come as I think of them.

[katniss,]

я e м e м в e я ;;

~ Fill out the whole entire form.
~ I advice you to read everyone else's form who is posted here once they are accepted. Just so you know their age, strength, weakness, and such.
~ Private message me your form before you post it. Seriously, I will ask you/a mod to delete your posts if you don't do this.
~ Be literate! Follow the guidelines!
~ Once all the spots are taken / enough are taken, if there are any NPC you can either; make a spot for them, "claim" their deaths, etc.
~ I will give you the order you die in after everyone
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[size=85][color=#961549]ｎａｍｅ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]If someone already has your name, use another, please. Obviously.[/color]
[color=#961549]ａｇｅ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]12-18[/color]
[color=#961549]ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ][/color][color=#9C9C9C] 1-12[/color]
[color=#961549]ｇｅｎｄｅｒ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]not too puzzling, hopefully[/color]
[color=#961549]ｏｔｈｅｒ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]Anything else from these categories here.[/color]

[color=#961549]ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ. ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ. ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]Mirror, mirror, on the wall...[/color]
[color=#961549]ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]Long, please. [/color]
[color=#961549]ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]Mandatory :3[/color]
[color=#961549]ｆａｍｉｌｙ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]Mom, dad, any siblings, or anyone else?[/color]
[color=#961549]ｏｔｈｅｒ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]...anything else within these categories. [/color]

[color=#961549]ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ][/color][color=#9C9C9C] From mildly bad to terrible, whatever you can't do, put it here.[/color]
[color=#961549]ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]Just stuff you're good at, like cooking, or spitting really far, or jumping far.[/color]
[color=#961549]ｓｉｎｇｌｅ. ｂｅｓｔ. ｓｋｉｌｌ][/color][color=#9C9C9C] Only one thing, like, sword fighting, or extremely fast. Only one. [/color]
[color=#961549]ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ. ｓｃｏｒｅ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]What is or will be your score during the training assesment? Please explain why, as well. {No score higher than 10}.[/color]
[color=#961549]ｏｔｈｅｒ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]...anything else within these categories. [/color]


[color=#961549]ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ][/color] [color=#9C9C9C]easy-peasy ^^[/color]
[color=#961549]ｈｏｗ .ａｃｔｉｖｅ. ａｒｅ. ｙｏｕ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]Be honest, please![/color]
[color=#961549]ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ .ｏｆ. ｏｎｅ . ｏｆ . ｙｏｕｒ. ｐｏｓｔｓ] [/color][color=#9C9C9C]Just copy and paste from a previous RP[/color][/size][/center]

[katniss,]

тнe dιsтяιcт тяιвuтes

{.{ σиe }.}
[ ℓ u x u я y ]
Jewel {Jewels} Marvel x || Nathan Alexander Decker x

{.{ тωσ }.}
[ м α s σ и я y ]
Kel Krinstone x || open

{.{ тняee }.}
[ т e c н и σ ℓ σ g y ]
open || reserved

{.{ ғσuя }.}
[ ғ ι s н ι и g ]
reserved || open

{.{ ғιve }.}
[ ρ σ ω e я ]
reserved || open

{.{ sιx }.}
[ т я α и s ρ σ я т α т ι σ и ]
open || open

{.{ seveи }.}
[ ℓ u м в e я ]
Carmen Elizabeth Jordan x || reserved

{.{ eιgнт }.}
[ т e x т ι ℓ e s ]
open || open

{.{ иιиe }.}
[ g я α ι и ]
Marcelle {Marcy} Amberson x || open

{.{ тeи }.}
[ ℓ ι v e s т σ c κ ]
open || open

{.{ eℓeveи }.}
[ α g я ι c u ℓ т u я e ]
reserved || open

{.{ тωeℓve }.}
[ м ι и ι и g ]
open || open

[katniss,]

This post is reserved for the Capitol Ambassadors and Capitol-Assigned Mentors.
Will be posted after everyone's characters are made as to be fair.

[katniss,]

α ℓιттℓe вιяdy тσℓd мe...

4 . 3 . 12 { . The thread is complete, and open! PM, not post your form. Only post if you have the all clear and are accepted. PM me all questions as well.

4 . 1 . 12 { . The thread was created, but is not open nor complete.

[katniss,]

м e м в e я s ;;
username || strikes || roleplaying character (district), etc

✔ snowie... || 0 || Jewel (1) : Marcy (9)
✔ w a n d e r l u s t || 0 || Kal (2)
✔ Second_Chooey || 0 || Nathan (1) : Carmen (7)

[katniss,]

Panem Map
|| provides the general locations of each district based on what the books say ||

Hunger Games Wikia
|| provides any background information you want to know about the games, districts, cannon charries, etc. ||

[katniss,]

[ Life is not about how fast you run or how high you climb but how well you bounce. ]

< ♥ x . x . x . x . x ♥ >


ｎａｍｅ] “My name is Marcelle Amberson, but you can call me Marcy.”
Marcelle means “warring” or “follower of Mars (god of war)” in Latin. Her full name is Marcelle Angel Jacobson.
ａｇｅ] ”Well, I am almost fourteen years old, sorta young compared to the other kids out here.”
Marcelle will turn fourteen on May 1st, which is older than she appears to be.
ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ]”District Nine; District of Grain and Hunting.”
Growing up with a father that hunted to spare food, and a mother who worked harvesting grain, Marcelle has lived in a pretty poor lifestyle so far.
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ] ”A girl, obviously!”
Marcelle is a very feminine-looking female, despite the fact she has three older brothers.
ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ. ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ. ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ] Delicate, cute, childish.
Marcelle has the appearance of something rarely connected with her harsh and radical personality. Marcelle is around five foot four inches (5'4"), and has a lithe, lean, almost scrawny appearance. Practically skin and bones, even when she indulged in hearty meals her family occasionally yet more often than not was able to provide, she didn’t pick up weight. If she had been of Capitol vanity, this trait would have been a rare a lustful one, but due to her rough and dangerous upbringing, being skinny and boney wasn’t a good attribute. She does not resemble her father in any way, shape, or form, but did gain his strong and sturdy bones that prevented her from easy breakage when she scaled trees and hunted in the forest. Marcelle’s shape is petit an flat, giving her no breasts nor backside. She doesn’t really care, because being voluptuous gives you no added bonus when feeding your family. Her legs and calves are very toned compared to her scrawny and pathetic arm muscles, due to the fact she has a passion for running and climbing up trees. Being lithe and agile gives her the bonus of being light on her feet, and able to dart through the forest making barely a sound. Marcelle’s face is well-accented, and has a simple round shape, just like her mother’s. Her slightly upturned, button nose is strikingly similar to that of an infant’s, and gives her a childish, innocent, and frail appearance, aiding in her façade at playing the “baby” of the Hunger Games. Her eyes are a bright, enticing, almost magical "gray" shade, and on some days they appear almost icy blue. Flecked with green and an amberish shade, Marcy's eyes are quite pretty, yet not noticeably so. With plump lips, “bush-baby” large eyes, and a knack for acting, Marcelle is able to appear as frail and adorable as a baby doe struggling to get up, hence her middle name of “angel”.
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ] ”Well I am just an average, sweet, squeamish, and silly girl my age!”
Cunning, quick-witted, manipulative, misleading.
Not quite what you expected, huh? Well, don’t underestimate Marcelle. Her delicate nature may lead you to think of her as an easy target, but assumptions like that will only cause your ultimate death.
We start off describing Marcelle’s blunt yet shrouded flaws. Marcelle is a very very vain girl, and her blunt nature would fit in perfectly with the typical lives of Capitol children. She likes her hair, body, clothes, and appearance to be presentable all the time, and a mirror is her best friend. Often when she walked past the stores in her district downtown, she would find herself pressing her face up to the glass window displays that guarded the beauty objects. Hair ribbons, lipstick, makeup, jewellery. Marcelle had the greed and lust capabilities of a rich man’s child, but the resources of a poor one’s. Going hand-in-hand with that, April is a very selfish, unkind type of girl. She always has been, always will. Its just how she is. While she doesn't intend to come across this way, many people know not to mess with her. She has a very sharp-tongue, that often becomes firey and uncivil when she is pushed over the edge. While she doesn't take offense when people insult her own figure, personality, or whatever, when someone hurts her friend, she becomes very undesirable. April can be very judgemental towards others, and often can make rude remarks towards others based on first looks and appearances. She hates sharing anything, and at dinner times she would eat quickly in order to have her fill, regardless of her family’s hunger. No one noticed her greedy nature, so she got away with the treason. Quick to steal and over-indulge, Marcelle is one of the sole reasons why her family had such a hard time gathering enough food for all six of them, since Marcelle would eat the quantity of a child twice her age. In addition, this girl is one of needy proportions. She has a lust for attention that permanently needs to be met by someone, and hates being by herself. She fears being alone, and she fears silence even more, because she immediately connects the situation with death, or something similiar. Her natural disposition to find a fault in someone is due to the fact her mother rarely cared about her, and her father was often gone taking multiple shifts at his job. Marcelle permanently needs to be payed attention to, which is going to only do harm in her future attempts in the Games. Naturally, Marcy (her nickname) is very proud and stubborn, and often is too prideful and dignified to apologize or try to set things right when she gets in a spat with someone. Her worst attribute is by far her sense she always needs to get in the last word, and once you set her off its hard to rail her back in. She is much like her mother in this way, and often feels ashamed of the fact. However, the worst attribute by far, is Marcy's lust and permeable wish to have revenge. She doesn't let go of things easily, and the idea someone gets away unpunished ever makes her anger surreal and hateful. She despises all people who get away easy on situations, and sometimes takes matters into her own hands if needed. Be warned, don't get on her bad side. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and Marcy is the top-chef. While Marcy can seem like a rather distasteful figure to be friend with, deep down she is very merciful towards others. She tries to quell this kindness during the Games, and even back home when she hunted with her father. Guilt, regret, and sadness more often than not blinds her during a kill, because she feels sorry for taking the life of another creature. She grew used to hunting animals, but now the fact she has to hunt other humans makes her feel sick to her stomach. Whenever she watched the yearly Hunger Games on the screens with her family, she always closed her eyes and shuddered. The pure barbaric nature those other children had to kill each other in was horrific. Bludgeoning twelve year olds with axes and slaying untrained victims with a spiked malice made her terrified of the fact she now has to actually do that to another child. She tries to have a stony composition when around the other tributes, not because she wants to seem brave, but because she wants to see them as merely targets. Prey. Animals. Unhuman. Marcy is a very misleading girl. Ever since her brother’s advice to seem like the weakest link, she has acted her role as the baby in the group perfectly. Shedding a few tears when she spoke to the MC at the interviews, and turning her tear-streaked face to the camera, Marcy has been able to come across like an easy target to the others. Weak, easy, nothing to worry about. But this is just her plan. She will await for the others to kill each other off, leaving a few left until they turned upon each other in the desperate attempt to return to their district with honour. That will be when she would strike. In the dead of night, in the treetops with a bow and arrow, Marcy plots her victory slowly but surely. She won’t be owned by the Capitol, she will show them that she is nothing to mess with. Marcy has been able to twist the brawny and quite idiotic “obvious winners” into thinking they need not worry about her, and resides in the shadows until the final blow will be yielded. Not to mention, this girl is clever. Very, very clever. This girl knows what to say, and when to say it. Able to manipulate others with her cunning words, Marcy is something not to be messed with. She was the smartest in her class, and anything but something you take lightly. Right now, no one knows of her sleek and determination to win.
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ] Well, Marcy grew up like every other kid of her class and wealth: hungry, desperate, unprivileged, and terrified of the rebellion. Marcy was born to a mother who had suffered from the war a little too much. Marcy’s mother’s name was Aesh (ay-eh-sh), and Aesh’s brother, Luke, had been seventeen years old when he ran away to join the rebellion. Aesh's parents were immediate supporters of the rebellion when the fighting broke out, despite Aesh being the only one who seemed weary. When her brother left to join the rebellion, their family somewhat celebrated his choice, while Aesh mourned. His body was brought back mangled and ripped apart little more than three years later. Buried quickly, his death was a loss for the entire family, but it didn't stop Aesh's two other siblings joining the rebellion. Aesh had only been nine years old when that happened, and had to watch her brother be buried. No wonder that the entire Amberson family spoke utter hatred of the rebells, because they wanted to protect their own skins from being tried for treason. Aesh had only ever told Marcy that story once, but once was enough. When Marcy was born, she had an older sister Jay, who was twins with Kaito. Jay and Marcy were pretty close, being the only female children in the mix of the boys. Jay wasn’t the type to go hunting with their father, and joined her mother and brother Craig to harvest grain. Rye didn’t hunt with their father either, simply because he was apprenticed by a butcher and spent most of his time at the butchery working. Kaito hunted with their father every now and then, but due to his hopes to run an apothecary in the town eventually, he gathered plants and herbs more often then hunted animals. Marcy was considerably too young at the time, so when Henry went out to hunt, he gathered a meager amount since he hunted only as much as he could carry. Rye would then help their mother prepare the meat, Kaito would cook some plants with it, and Jewel would set the table for them. Their father would sit, his feet kicked up after a day of working in the fields then hunting, and watch the government regulated news, muttering about the absurdities about the idiotic rebells who were only going to get slaughtered. Marcy started showing the signs of her vanity internally when she was only seven years old. Pressing her face up to the display cases to gawk at the hair ribbons and bright lipsticks casually flaunted by the wealthy, she dreamed of the bold and enticingly absurd styles shown in the higher-end stores that were based off of the overbearing and gaudy attire of the Capitol- bright, neon, and radical. Marcy promised herself one day, she would be higher class like the wealthy kids in her school who strode around the district downtowns with assortments of candy and hair ribbons in their hair. Marcy promised herself she would be high-end, and maybe someday make it into the Capitol. Bah. Like that would ever happen. If you were born into a district, you stayed in the district. Only time you ever left was if you were being tried for a crime, or if you joined the rebellion. Neither of which were admirable. When Marcy was eight years old, the terror of the rebellion striked again. One day, even after all the sour-talk of the rebells, her sister (Jay) chose to join the rebellion. Knowing their father would be furious, Jay only told Marcy the night she was leaving, and then left without a word. Leaving a note of farewell behind, the family only heard of Jay a little round a year later. But what they recieved was a half-written letter, with the words "dead in combat" scribbled on the bottom of the page.Around three months later, after Marcy’s birthday passed, her mother died from the long existing depression of losing her daughter to the Games. The family mourned, but her father seemed the quickest to recover from the depression. Around two years later, he married a stuck up and judgmental woman named Prudence, despite the disapproval from the children. By this time, Marcy was eleven years old, and with nothing better to do, went out with her father to hunt. At first, she was terrified. Crossing under the electric fence that was shut off at certain times of the day, Marcy clung to her father’s side the entire time. When he shot the first prey, a rabbit, Marcy cried. She sobbed wells of tears as she complained the rabbit did nothing wrong. Shunning his daughter, Henry continued the hunt with little sympathy. The following two years, Marcy learned to use a bow and arrow, as well as how to wield knifes- throwing them to kill prey- and eventually got over her compulsion to give prey mercy. She realized, if she didn’t eat the rabbit, a fox would. And she would rather have her family and herself live than have a fox live. Now, Marcy has grown pretty handy with archery and knife-throwing, and is able to collect edible plants with ease. Getting quite good with basic survival skills, Marcy is no enemy to take lightly in the games. She won’t hesitate to kill. If she doesn’t kill a tribute, another tribute would. And she would rather live than have another tribute live.
ｆａｍｉｌｙ] ”I have my daddy, my brothers Rye, Kaito, and Craig. My mother died when I was three years old.”
Marcy is the youngest of her family, and grew up with her three brothers. Rye is the eldest, and is around twenty-four years old, and lives with his wife Marie on the other side of the district. Kaito is nineteen years old, and is the closest-bonded brother out of the three brothers to Marcy. Craig is seventeen years old, but him and Marcy don’t get along. Marcy had an older sister, Jay (twins with Kaito), but she died after joining the rebellion. Marcy’s dad, Henry Amberson, is a proud man who’s first wife died from depression induced starvation when Marcy was just nine. He remarried to a woman named Prudence Herald, a weak and quite pathetic female who works the grain fields. Marcy refuses to call Prudence her mother, since Prudence is definitely not a mother-like figure to any of the children.
ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ]“I have no weaknesses, I don’t think!”
Marcelle’s weaknesses are her inability to wield a sword and fight shorthanded combat. Being only trained with long-distance weapons, she is weak when she has to fight hand-to-hand with someone. Also, Marcelle is not good at swimming, and is not very skilled in technical things such as the things District 3 are talented with.
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ] “I am pretty good at running, and hunting, and I am sorta good at climbing and stuff.”
Being from a hunting (and grain) district, Marcelle knows how to use throwing-swords and a bow very well for her age. Light on her feet and nimble, climbing and running are also strong fortes of hers. In addition, Marcelle is quick-witted and clever, making decisions quickly, cunningly, and intelligently. She is great at devising plans and determining her enemies weaknesses, but is equally as good at putting on an act of being innocent.
ｓｉｎｇｌｅ. ｂｅｓｔ. ｓｋｉｌｌ]“Well, if I had to choose one skill I was best at, it would probably be my ability to run through the forest without being heard.”
ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ. ｓｃｏｒｅ] She will recieve a seven; not enough to gain too much attention, but enough to gain a sponser or two. She could have gained higher, but she is trying to lay low and surprise the other tributes in the arena.
ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ] snowie...
ｈｏｗ .ａｃｔｉｖｅ. ａｒｅ. ｙｏｕ] It depends, really. I try to get on every day, and if I have muse and a good chunk to reply to, I will reply to it. Right now, I am an obsessed fangirl, so expect me to be active for sure.
ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ .ｏｆ. ｏｎｅ . ｏｆ . ｙｏｕｒ. ｐｏｓｔｓ] Lookies below- this is my introduction post. My average posts are in my other form.

αρяiℓ . мαe . ʝσиes

❝ нeα∂ uρ, sтαʏ sтяσиɢ; ғακe α sмιℓe, мσve σи. ❞
female . eleven . crushless

Ɩ cαи ғɛɛℓ тнɛ ρнɛσиιϰ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ,

αƨ Ɩ мαяcн αℓσиɛ тσ α ∂ιғғɛяɛит вɛαт.

Ɩ αм яɛα∂ʏ ғσя тнɛ яσα∂ ℓɛƨƨ тяαʌɛℓℓɛ∂,

ƨʋιтιиɢ ʋρ ғσя тнɛ cσмιиɢ вαттℓɛ,

тнɛ тɛƨт ιƨ мʏ σωи cяσƨƨ тσ вαяɛ.

вʋт нɛʏ, Ɩ ωιℓℓ ɢɛт тнɛяɛ.

Ɩтƨ иɛʌɛя вɛɛи ɛαƨʏ тσ вɛ cнσƨɛи,

ιтƨ иɛʌɛя вɛɛи ɛαƨʏ тσ вɛ cαℓℓɛ∂.

Ƨтαи∂ιиɢ ιи тнɛ ғяσит σғ тнɛ ℓιиɛ ωнɛи тнɛ вσмвƨ вɛɢιи тσ ғαℓℓ,

Ɩ cαи ƨɛɛ тнɛ Ħɛαʌɛиƨ,

вʋт Ɩ cαи ƨтιℓℓ нɛαя тнɛ ғℓαмɛƨ cαℓℓιиɢ мʏ иαмɛ.

Ɩ cαи ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωяιтιиɢ σи тнɛ ωαℓℓ,

Ɩ cαи'т ʝʋƨт ιɢиσяɛ тнιƨ ωαя.

Δт тнɛ ɛи∂ σғ ιт αℓℓ,

Ɯнσ αм Ɩ ℓιʌιиɢ ғσя?

Finally, her moment had come. The final moment in which April could now show her parents' she could live up to their expectations. She had never been able to in real school, always passing classes with the skin of her teeth despite the fact she was still rather young. Her mathetics level was rather low, and so was her writing level. However, April excelled in reading comprehension and English- it was her forte. Not that it mattered to her contempt and prideful mother. "Try harder!". "Get better marks or else!". "You're a disgrace!". Bah, quite the hypocrite if you think about it. Coming from a woman who never went to a full degree of college, and sapped off of her husband's riches to let her get by. And April was just about sick of it. Down right, sick of it. When she was in grade school, all she could ever hear was about how she had a little potential to be better, and how she was a grade below in her math comprehension levels. All about nagging teachers who moaned to "do this" and "do that". But now, April would show them. She would show them all. Why? For April was a winner.

Silently, April's knees knocked together in anticipation. It had been almost a month since she had gotten her acceptanc, invitation, whatever form to Hogwarts. A month of deep excitement and barely controlled ecstasy. April's young eleven year-old mind was almost exploding in mere eagerness. She would be a wizard! Just like her father, and exactly not like her mother. Feeling a hand slam hard on her legs to qwell their chitters, April glanced up at the looming and disapproving figure next to her, who's lips were clenched with a firm distaste towards the little blonde girl. Sitting in the swervint taxi- who's driver got his license, April would never know- was April and her mother in the back, and April's father in the front. As Ron had a permanent smile fixated on his face, obviously just as excited for April as she herself was, Prudence was the complete opposite. Obviously sour for her daughter's magical oppertunities, Prudence had been sharp, crude, and snapping at any reason she could grasp for, Prudence had been silent and seemingly pouting the entire morning, as if her brain thought that if she made a wordless huff about the situation, either Ron would change his mind about April, or Prudence would somehow be magical as well. However, April had just kept quiet the entire card ride, only replying to the odd questions or comments her father directed towards her.

"April, do you have your wand?" Ron asked, and suddenly April froze before reply, before quickly realizing the driver, who's name she had forgotten, was a squib. April felt a rare twinkle of sadness for the wizardborn muggle. He was born to two powerful and pureblood wizards, yet had zero magical powers himself, or at least, that's what her father had explained to her. Nervously, the blonde-haired girl chittered a yes, pausing as her father continued to question her. Your robes? Your textbooks? Your spare robes? Your quills? Your galleons? Your normal clothes? Your pajamas? Your... Her dad rambled on and on, listing off somethings April felt agitated she had forgotten. But she simply murmured "yes sirs" and as he awkwardly paused, obviously unsure of what else to interrogate her for, she let out a loud exhale. April, was by all means excited, but a strange feeling prickled her stomach as she gently wormed in her seat, hearing the driver notify them they were almost arriving at the trainstation. She was almost there. One more block, and April would arrive at her new future. But only doubt now replayed in April's hollow thoughts... doubt of whether she deserved such a gift of magic. You know who deserved a gift? Abigail deserved a gift. Abigail, the sweet little angel, deserved her fair share. But alas, all the good die young. Absentmindedly, April pet her new cat, courtesy to her eager father, as a purr rumbled in his throat. His name was Seamus, and he was quite adorable. Still being a kitten, Seamus was a small tabby brown cat of unknown pedigree (much to the disdain of Prudence, of course). April remembered when she went to Diagon Alley to pick up all her magical supplies, and had practically got on her hands and knees when she saw Seamus in the window of the magical pet store. As they had gone inside, and April picked up Seamus immediatly, out of all the other pets. To be honest, despite the fact other kids were strangely obsessed with the toads and other strange pets inside, April adored little Seamus. Now she had an owl and a cat, and she was all set.

Not another word was spoken as the usual, awkward silence succombed the three person family. Her mother, fidgeted on her phone, her petit and icy fingers dashing as they typed furiously on the touch-screen. The only noises echoing in the cab was the gentle humming of an unfamiliar, and probably foreign tune on the radio, and the occasional clearing of the throat, courtesies to her father. But finally, after a few stoplights and the congestion of the hustling London streets, the black limo slowed to a hault in front of the trainstation, and King's Cross was beheld before her. A beauty it was, at least to the naive and easily fascinated April. With a squeel of delight, she swang the car door open, her bright vivarian-red coat flushing up with a poof as the wind hit her blushing face. Prudence muttered a little goodbye, and April turned back just in time to see her mother give her a solemn, fair-well look, before it quickly disappeared. Typical.

April lept out of the car, patting her red coat down and adjusting her sleek skinny jeans, that were delicately tucked into a pair of Steve Madden black seude boots. Her hair was unstraightened, gently caressing across her brow as she looked down at the ground just in time to notice Seamus jumping out of the car behind her, and disappearing into the crowd. April called after him, but he seemed determined. Letting out a sigh, she remembered how her father told her Seamus was a magical cat. He would come back to her, no matter what. He couldn't simply get lost. Fixing her hair delicately, April glanced around her as she noticed hustling businessmen, before turning on her heels towards the trunk of the limo. Standing impatiently, she waited for her dad, the driver, someone to grab her wizarding trunk for her. But no one came. Ron, stood there by the limo-trunk, with the lid up as he gestured for her to take it. "You packed alot, your gonna have to carry it. I got you the wheeled one for a reason," he laughed, his eyes gleaming as April pouted good-naturedly, before grabbing her luggage, and walking side-by-side with her father up towards the train station. King's Cross Station. Soon enough though, she begged her father to carry her large trunk, which surprisingly hadn't burst from the tight-packed clothes, books, and robes that were jam packed inside. Skipping along with a upbeat nature, April's blue eyes were clouded over and distant, but unbetraying of her true feelings at the time. The Hogwarts train ticket clasped tightly in her hand, she looked down to see the station number.

9...

No, wait.

9 3/4?

What the heck? With a purplexed frown crossing over her knit brow, she glanced up confused, turning her head up to the individual station numbers, up to her father, than back to the ticket. Ron just laughed, trudging ahead of her before motioning for her to follow. Well, he seemed to know where he was going, so April simply followed. Her father was the esteemed wizard, of course. Her legs moving like a whirlwind to keep up, she glanced around, eyeing the trains and pausing as she noticed her dad grabbing a trolley to place her bags on. Placing her owl, named Horton, on top, the large, snowy-white owl hooted indiginantly at all the chatter, before closing his eyes in a grumpy fashion again. April neatly put her purse on top of the luggage, beside Horton, before cocking her head to the side as her father didn't move. "Dad? Where is 9 and 3/4?" the girl quickly interjected, but Ron merely chuckled. Motioning forward, he let go of the cart, swerving around to step in front of her. Looking back, April watched as her father placed a finger on his lips to shush her, before stepping around a pillar that marked the seperation between Platform 9 and Platform 10. No, hold up. He stepped through the pillar! April's eyes lit up in delight, and she quickly grabbed her cart and pushed through, crossing her fingers she didn't just slam into the wall and fall flat on her face. As she made it through, April kept her eyes closed for a moment, frozen in time. Suddenly, she opened up her eyes again, and noticed no real difference. But quickly, she soon adjusted her eyes to notice the fluttering owls, the classic steam-engine, and the wisps of magic already fluttering in the air. Clasping onto her coat edges, April tried to spot a familiar face, but thanks to her elite private schooling, she recognized no one. Oh well, hopefully she would make new friends quickly.

As April's father weaved through the crowd, April followed him, trying to keep up before slamming to another awkward hault behind him, noticing the spot in which he had stopped. A short and rather stumpy boy with an adorable, gleaming face was standing by a large containment compartment, hollering for luggage to tow. April helped her father hand over her luggage, giving her owl to him as well, before narrowing her eyes at him as if she would spot him at any moment dashing off into the distance, with her owl and luggage in tow. But the boy merely smiled, then moved on to help someone else load their trunks.

"Now, April, you have to listen to your professors, try your hardest, and don't flunk. If you want to be something in the magic world, you have to try your best. I already went over all the introducing knowledge of Hogwarts- of all the houses and the classes," her father reminded kindly as April walked alongside him towards a jolly, tall ticket-stamper who was already helping kids file onto the train. A puff of smoke erupted from the engine, making April jump. "If this train breaks down, Daddy, I swear..." she muttered, a frown deepening on her brow. Her father just laughed, before stepping towards the ticket master. "Bye..." she began, before being cut off by a big bear-hug on his part. "Dad! Your embarrasing!" she hissed, but a gleam of welcome and acceptance sparkled in her gaze as she tore her father away. "Now, don't come back unless you pass! And remember, you'll met a talking hat on your first grand hall dinner, and he... or she, I don't know the gender... will tell you if your..." her father began, but was cut off as April waved a goodbye, getting her ticket stamped before climbing on aboard, and immediatly feeling her cheeks blush.

Now, April was not one to be intimidated easily. God, no. She was a very well-kept girl who had pride, dignity, and confidence by all means. But as tall, unfamiliar, older teenagers pushed past her to get into compartments with their friends, April felt herself surge with the crowd, and immediatly headed to the back, to safety. With an exaggerated sigh, she slammed the door open of a seemingly empty compartment, about to close the door before feeling a furry body rub against her. Looking down, April smiled very slightly, picking up Seamus with a coo, before closing the door. April's figures laced around her wand, which was sitting in her coat pocket, feeling its weavings and carvings as she had countless times before. A vinewood wand, with dragon heartstring.

Quickly, April noticed she wasn't alone. Letting out a brief breath, she realized another girl, alone in the comparment, sat in the side of the seats, against the window as she held her wand in her hand. The stranger looked around her age, and probably was- based on the same wide-eyed frenzy that had been present on April's face moments before. Awkwardly, April set down Seamus on the seat beside her, then gently shoved her wand back in her pocket. "Oh, hey there. I am April. What's your name?" she murmured, trying not to sound rude. The feeling quickly subsided as she remembered her mother wasn't there to club her ears if she disobeyed the "proper acts of good manners", or whatever. Slumping down, April sat down on the seat across from the girl, feeling blood drain from her cheeks as her flushed appearance faded, and her usual, tempting and alluring gaze withheld once more. Curiously, she glanced at the girl, smiling slightly, awaiting her answer.

[ Even when happiness forgets you a little bit, never forget about happiness completely. ]

< ♥ x . x . x . x . x ♥ >

ｎａｍｅ] "I am proud to be Jewel Abigail Marvel, but I go by Jewels."
Jewel got her name simply from the customs of her district to create silly and flaunting names.
ａｇｅ] "Luckily, I am 17, I stand a pretty good shot."
Jewel is one of the eldest in the Games, but not the oldest. She looks her age, about. Her birthday is November 24th.
ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ]"District One of Luxury, obviously."
Growing up in the wealthiest districts, Jewel is quite a rich and spoiled girl. -wakeupcall-
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ] "Um, a girl?"
[i]On the outside, Jewels looks like your typical squeemish and sassy girl, but has a more tomboy nature.
ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ. ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ. ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ] Jewels is a quite beautiful girl, inside and out. With an oval, slightly almond shaped face, her complexure is flawless and smooth. Jewels' hair is long, and falls to around her mid-back. When completely brushed, washed, and dried, the natural curls and waves of her hair frame her face beautifully, shadowing the right spots while accenting the others. With big yet not overly large eyes that are perfectly proportioned, only dulling slightly at her short and rather thin eyelashes. Big, brown, warm, inviting. Jewels's eyes are a hazel shade, and match the shade of chocolate- a rare delicacy that Jewel can afford to eat every now and then. Rich and welcoming, her eyes draw you in with their bold and vivacious tendacy to sparkle with emotion. Her lips are smooth and moisturized, and not exactly plump, but more thin in a bow shaped way. With a slightly upturned nose, Jewel's face seems pretty symmetrical and even in a polished manner. Her cheeks are dabbed with very faint, cute freckles, and are more prominent during the summer. Standing around five foot seven inches {5'7"}, Jewel is average height amongst her fellow teens. She has toned muscles from her training to be a rebel by her father, and a fit body. She is very healthy and strong, and will easily overpower a younger person in a wrestle. While a rather hefty weight due to her muscles and fitness, Jewels is not fat in anyway.
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ] Well, the first thing that comes to mind the moment you strike up a conversation with Jewels is her overflowing, gaudy, and annoying positive, upbeat, and lively nature. wip
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ] wip
ｆａｍｉｌｙ] "Well, I have my father and my sister Sparks. My three other sisters and mother are all dead."
Her mother and two sisters were part of the rebellion- her mother and eldest sister {Glitter} died in battle, while her second eldest sister {Marble} died from a PTSD-enduced suicide. Her father and younger sister Sparks are all that remain. Her father had been in the rebellion too, but he returned home when the Marble left to join the rebels so he could care for his family. He ran base operations for the rebellion in District One, and butted heads with other families who were pro-Capitol quite often. Glitter is a very sickly and unhealthy girl, and while she looks exactly like Jewels, she has no muscles and is bed-ridden alot of the time.
ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ]Archery, long distance fighting. Jewels is pretty bad with a bow and arrow. While she is good with a spear, she cannot use throwing knifes or stars very well. She isn't a strong climber, nor a fast swimmer, and doesn't do too well running.
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ] Jewels is swift with a knife, spear, ax, and sword, and has pretty good common sense. She knows what is a good idea and what is a bad idea, and manages to hunt enough to keep herself going. Also, Jewels is very sultry and lush, knowing how to use her body to her advantage.
ｓｉｎｇｌｅ. ｂｅｓｔ. ｓｋｉｌｌ]Jewels is deadly accurate in sword fighting. Hitting her mark and flowing through her body with her weapon with ease, she holds a dangerous advantage with her fighting skills.
ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ. ｓｃｏｒｅ] Jewels will be getting a nine in her score, a pretty good one. Not as great as the heftier and stronger males in the group, but not a bad score. This will be based off her strength, accuracy with spears, ability to use a sword with good accuracy, and manuever of an ax.
ｏｔｈｅｒ] ...anything else within these categories.


ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ] snowie...
ｈｏｗ .ａｃｔｉｖｅ. ａｒｅ. ｙｏｕ] Like I said, I am active depending on my interest.
ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ .ｏｆ. ｏｎｅ . ｏｆ . ｙｏｕｒ. ｐｏｓｔｓ] An everyday post for me, when I have good muse and stuff to work with.

αρяiℓ . мαe . ʝσиes

❝ нeα∂ uρ, sтαʏ sтяσиɢ; ғακe α sмιℓe, мσve σи. ❞
female . eleven . crushless

Ɩ cαи ғɛɛℓ тнɛ ρнɛσиιϰ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ,

αƨ Ɩ мαяcн αℓσиɛ тσ α ∂ιғғɛяɛит вɛαт.

Ɩ αм яɛα∂ʏ ғσя тнɛ яσα∂ ℓɛƨƨ тяαʌɛℓℓɛ∂,

ƨʋιтιиɢ ʋρ ғσя тнɛ cσмιиɢ вαттℓɛ,

тнɛ тɛƨт ιƨ мʏ σωи cяσƨƨ тσ вαяɛ.

вʋт нɛʏ, Ɩ ωιℓℓ ɢɛт тнɛяɛ.

Ɩтƨ иɛʌɛя вɛɛи ɛαƨʏ тσ вɛ cнσƨɛи,

ιтƨ иɛʌɛя вɛɛи ɛαƨʏ тσ вɛ cαℓℓɛ∂.

Ƨтαи∂ιиɢ ιи тнɛ ғяσит σғ тнɛ ℓιиɛ ωнɛи тнɛ вσмвƨ вɛɢιи тσ ғαℓℓ,

Ɩ cαи ƨɛɛ тнɛ Ħɛαʌɛиƨ,

вʋт Ɩ cαи ƨтιℓℓ нɛαя тнɛ ғℓαмɛƨ cαℓℓιиɢ мʏ иαмɛ.

Ɩ cαи ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωяιтιиɢ σи тнɛ ωαℓℓ,

Ɩ cαи'т ʝʋƨт ιɢиσяɛ тнιƨ ωαя.

Δт тнɛ ɛи∂ σғ ιт αℓℓ,

Ɯнσ αм Ɩ ℓιʌιиɢ ғσя?

The hollers and echoes of overly-hyped up teenagers and reunited friends echoed loudly in the compartment, reverberating against the glass window of their compartment door. Not even April was as excited as to sound like a complete idiot with squeels and cries of delight that was obvious in the halls of the compartments. And she was the first year! Silence had succombed the small seating room which was occupied by three girls, all awkwardly shuffling to find a seat and make jittery and short conversations. April's gaze twinkled in amusemant at the other girls' silence, and little murmurs of quiet conversation. As a girl named Maddie, a girl who still hadn't introduced herself, and a girl named Anne all took their seats on the steadying and slowly quieting Hogwarts Express, the petit and stunning blonde turned her bright, river-blue gaze on each of them in turn, studying them as if they were a painting in Le Louvre.

The first girl, Anne. She seemed slightly pushed as she introduced herself, like she was forcing the attempt to seem friendly and learn some new faces. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a natural pouting of her plump lips that was almost identical to April's. As the brown-haired girl, who seemed the most collected and similiar to April out of the entire group, smiled genuinely at the three of them, and April was the first to respond with a beaming chagrin. Her lips parted slightly as she lowered them into her normal expression- her natuarally wide eyes and open lips, plump and moisturized. April kept her eye on Anne, noticing her laid-back nature as she gestured a spot of the new, strange, blue-haired girl. April kept silent, merely giving a warm and social smile when she made eye contact.

The second girl, a clumsy-appearing Metamorphmagi girl. Ron, April's wizard-father, had told her about Metamorphmagi. He had said his grandmother, whom April had never met, had been a Metamorphmagi, but due to her rather neutral and controlled nature, rarely changed hair color unless orchestrated. Unlike the other two girls, April was mildly bored with Maddie's changing hair. She had always thought the idea of changing hair and facial features was just strange, and meeting a Metamorphmagi confirmed her thoughts. Looking past the girl's now raven black hair, April noticed the slightly flustered look that was perched on Maddie's face, and got a little self-confidence boost off of the girl's awkwardness. Absentmindedly as April sat down, she scooted over to offer Maddie a spot next to her, and picked up Seamus and moving him to the small crevice available between the window and her own warm body, coddling the kitten as a mother would to her own child.

And the final girl. A weird one by the looks of it. Still not introducing herself, the blue-haired girl remained seemingly quiet and slumpy, and April assumed she must be a Metamorphmagi as well... or had a strange taste in hair styles. April's eyebrow raised slightly as she glanced up and down the girl judgementally, before turning a slightly confused gaze away. But her face and whole appearance was like a train wreck- you don't want to stare, but you can't tear your eyes away. As April studied the girl, she took note of the heavily caked makeup that was stationed on her face, and her strange almost Wiccan jewelry on her. Nervously, April let out a chipper before shuffling side to side, absentmindedly tapping her feet into a memorized tap routine- shuffle ball-change, ripple, wing, and so and so on. It was a usual activity of April's whenever she was nervous- to distract herself by running through a dance she had memorized. That was one thing April was going to miss gravely- her dancing.

Dancing had been a part of April's entire life, or at least as much as she remembered. When she was three years old until she was five, she had been enrolled in simple tumbling, acrobatics, and creative dancing classes. She remembered her first day of dance clearly, even though it was almost ten years ago. April had been wearing a little pink leotard that had a pair of ballet slippers stitched in the center. She had worn a flowy, thigh-length pink ballet skirt, with tiny, adorable pricey ballet shoes. April had cried, and had clinged to her mother the entire beginning, before Prudence had sharply warned her to get into the class or else. April, already being smarter than she was expected, obeyed, and then had come out of the class with beaming eyes and a huge grin. Prudence had regarded her with a keen murmur of approval, before returning her the following week. Ever since that day, April had taken dancing and gymnastics permanently until now, of course. If you asked her a relative question, April would go on and on about dance. She had done tap, modern, hiphop, lyrical, contemporary, ballet, jazz, lyrical hiphop, acrobatics... you name it, April took it. She was really flexible, and the only worry that now plagued her is that she might never be able to dance again, if she became a witch.

Shaking these morose thoughts from her head, the girl turned her cloudy gaze away from the blue-haired girl, awkwardly avoiding talking to her. April was naturally judgemental, even if she didn't mean it. At Muggle School, she had been quite the "queen bee" if you will, and even though she never said or did anything purposefully rude to your face, she would sometimes undermine you with back-handed comments. She just couldn't find the courage, patience, or acceptance to be friends with people who didn't match her lifestyle to an upmost tee. However, April's extremely competitive and very dominant nature often made her friends with rather spineless and weak girls, and kept her straying away or very argumentative from other snarky, selfish and strong-willed children. Any connection or bond usually ended going up in flames, because such close personalities rarely ever mix. Opposites attract, similarities repel. "Well, as I said before, I am April. I live in Teddington, UK, obviously, and I am half-blood," April Mae mused in a sing-song voice, her social personality immediatly shining through her bold statements. She eyed Maddie and the blue-haired girl with a smile. She radiated with confidence and pride, and a dignified air seemed to seep off of her very skin. She paused, prompting others to join in and introduce themselves. Maybe she could make some new friends out of these three girls. Or maybe, she would just find different people to hang out with. Who knew?