Ferina Ignus

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[cs=2][bg=474747] statistics
[atrb=width,40%][bg=a0a0a0]NAME »	[atrb=width,60%][bg=9a9a9a]--Ferina Ignus--
[bg=a0a0a0]AGE »	[bg=9a9a9a]--16--
[bg=a0a0a0]GENDER »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Female--
[bg=a0a0a0]DISTRICT »	[bg=9a9a9a]--4--
[bg=a0a0a0]OTHER »	[bg=9a9a9a]--<><><>--
[cs=2][bg=474747] physical description
[bg=a0a0a0]HEIGHT »	[bg=9a9a9a]--5‘6“--
[bg=a0a0a0]WEIGHT »	[bg=9a9a9a]--125 lbs--
[bg=a0a0a0]HAIR COLOUR // LENGTH »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Fiery red ringlets that cascade down her back like a waterfall of fire. Ends near her mid-back. --
[bg=a0a0a0][cs=2] FULL DESCRIPTION » --Ferina has the average build for a swimmer. Around 5 foot five inches is normal, so she‘s one inch above. She has wider shoulders with a narrow waist and a hard, flat stomach. Her skin is a golden tan, her eyes a shiny, clear, jade green. She has a dainty build, slight features that suggest a sea snake. Even without moving, she looks as if she‘s flowing. Her face is sharp and skinny. Sharpened all the more by the constant glare she wears on her face. But beautiful nonetheless. Her arms are skinny, but strong and have a bit of muscle tone. Adrenaline is what she counts on if she’s to win a fight. Her legs are toned and strong by the years of swimming that have accumulated into the fibers of her muscles. --
[cs=2][bg=474747] mental evaluation
[bg=a0a0a0]STEREOTYPE »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Loner chick who if you mess with, we‘ll be at your funeral.--
[bg=a0a0a0]LIKES »	[bg=9a9a9a] Water Bows and arrows freedom
[bg=a0a0a0]DISLIKES »	[bg=9a9a9a] The Capitol Preppy little girls Guys who think they own her Containment Restraint Fools
[bg=a0a0a0]STRENGTHS »	[bg=9a9a9a] Arm Power Swimming Stubbornness Challenges
[bg=a0a0a0]WEAKNESSES »	[bg=9a9a9a] Gifts of-Compassion Love Kisses Genuine Likeness Friends Family
[bg=a0a0a0][cs=2]FULL DESCRIPTION » -Inside Ferina‘s head is a one way glass that only she can see out of. It‘s a twist and tangle of fear of those that she hates, and fear for the ones she loves. She‘s a rebel, and proud to say it. But at times, it‘s not the best choice to say so. She encourages a fight, and loves to be a part of it. Anyway to get the anger that seethes under her skin, out. She has no sympathy for those in pain, only seeing them as a hindrance. She despises the Capitol and the people who run it, acting like cowards and hiding behind their ’Games’. Her plan is, get picked for the Hunger Games, wreak all havoc upon their precious, and then get herself killed off. If it weren’t for one thing: her big brother, Apollo. The love for her brother is the only thing that contains the havoc she wishes to wreak upon the Games. He is calm and nurturing towards her, just like their father, or so they say. But he has the spirit of a rebel that can’t be squelched by the Capitol’s cruel punishment. With his permission, she’d lead a band of rebels herself. But the thought of having her brother captured, tortured, and killed -no not killed, the Capitol isn’t as merciful as that to inflict an act of kindness like that on a rebel- maimed and made into an Avox possibly. Ferina will do anything to protect her brother from any cost. -
[cs=2][bg=474747] background
[bg=a0a0a0]TESSERAE »	[bg=9a9a9a]--5 entries for this year, plus 2 tesserae for her and her brother. All in all, 15 entries. --
[bg=a0a0a0]FAMILY »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Khodik [Father, dead] Ella [Mother, dead] Apollo [Brother, 20]--
[bg=a0a0a0]WEAPON/S OF CHOICE »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Bow and Arrows [38/50] Throwing Knives [20/50] Swords [5/50] Trident [40/50]--
[bg=a0a0a0]FIGHTING EXPERIENCE »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Being from District 4, you‘d expect Ferina to be trained like a Career. She wasn‘t. She lived like any other kid, but picked up the sport of Archery along the way. She made an underwater-able bow and arrows to help her catch fish while swimming, but a trident is better. That‘s the only training she‘s ever had.--
[bg=a0a0a0][cs=2]FULL HISTORY » -Ferina was born to Khodik and Ella of District 4. By the time she was born her father had died that year in a boating accident. Being raised without a father, she was hardened by her mother. Being taught to not tolerate the Capitol or stupid people. Eagerly anticipating a chance to get out anger. Her mother was a strict woman, but loved her children so. She did this to harden them for the life in District 4. Though it wasn‘t particularly hard, or poor, the peacekeepers were less friendly and tended to overuse their authority. The softer side of Ferina was brought on and raised up by her brother. His whole face -strong, angular but soft- was of their father. Apollo was like a father to her, except he was a brother as well. She hardened against him if he would tease her, but his ticklings would always make her smile back at him with gleaming white teeth. While they were only 4 years apart, and Apollo was 4 himself, he knew their father well and remembered what his father told him before he went off to sea. He hasn’t told Ferina, for it’s to personal, but he did tell her that father wanted to see her very much. Seven years after Ferina was born, their mother died by an unknown assailant. Apparently, mother had owed money from the dealer she bought her daily dose of morphling from, he sent an assassin to square the debt. Stricken with grief, Ferina ran to the ocean, the only calming thing that she knew to do was swim. Apollo knew this too. She was at the beach for an hour or so before she saw him walking down the beach, no shirt and just swim shorts on. He dove into the water and greeted her. She shunned him out, afraid of being attached to anyone else that might leave her. “I won’t leave you.” He told her as if he read her thoughts. And he’s kept his promise. She has hidden her decision from her brother as much as possible, if he knew…he would make another kid volunteer for her. But she didn’t want that. She wanted the chance to fight and win. They’d be rich, and she could keep an eye on her brother, but only if she didn’t taunt the Capitol first…that wasn’t her agenda.
[cs=2][bg=474747] surveillance
[bg=a0a0a0]ALIAS »	[bg=9a9a9a]--Sea--
[bg=a0a0a0][cs=2]WRITING SAMPLE » - I am Ferina Ignus. I walk up to the stage that‘s been made up for the Reaping. My name is called, with some luck. Before walking up onto the stage, I light my face with a grin. Not a smile of happiness, but of someone crazed, and thirsty for a fight. Some give me looks of reproach and disapproval. But why should I care? I’m headed toward my death anyways. My feet glide forward, my long, red flowing hair right behind me, until I reach the stage. I look at the woman, who will be mine and my partner’s escort for the few weeks in training, and give her a knowing smile. The boy’s name is called, I force myself to not cringe at shaking his hand. I’m going to be killing him in a few weeks. It’s best not to know them. I make mental preparations as we’re shuffled forth through the justice building and having our final meetings with friends and family. In my case, Apollo. “You can’t give up. Remember the things I showed you with a trident. You‘re handy with that fishing bow, maybe they‘ll have a bow and arrow in the arena. If not, make one. Get water first, then food, then travel and don’t look back. Ferina!” I find myself glaring into his eyes. I know these things. I‘m not a child! “Ferina, I don‘t want to loose you. Not another one of my family.” He embraces me in a hug that I immediately return. How could I not? And before I know it, a peacekeeper is shoving him out the door and I‘m headed onto the train. You have no idea what‘s in store… -