Post by Johanna Mason on Jan 29, 2011 12:58:18 GMT -5
JOHANNA D. MASON
And looks like Freja Beha
she'll never win any awards for kindness, but she certainly is gutsy. or crazy
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full name; Johanna Dee Mason
nicknames; Johanna, and only Johanna
age; Twenty
district; District 7
canon or original; Canon
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hair; Feathery and a dull brown
eyes; Small and thin with a light brown iris
tattoos; Some word in scrawled cursive (that is completely illegible to me) on the back of my neck
piercings; A small silver nose stud
other features;
overall appearance; I wouldn't describe myself as pretty, really, but I could hardly say I'm ugly. I have lightly tanned skin from being out in the woods all day, and pretty sharp facial features. My eyes are a light orange-y brown, and are very thin and almost strict looking. Above them are my very thick, dark eyebrows. I despise my nose. It's angular and disproportionate compared to my other features. My lips are a pale, grey-pink and small.
Even though jewelry is quite rare in District 7, my original prep team allowed me to keep the nose stud that I wore in my victory tour. I also received a scrawled tattoo on the back of my neck (which, thanks to my careless stylist, I can't read).
I'm a little on the thin side, but I still have a sturdy, strong build. I'm not exceptionally tall, at 5'8, but still rather intimidating in posture and the overall look of me. A normal outfit for me would be a grey or black canvas shirt and some simple trousers or cargo pants.
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likes; Being in charge, freedom, questioning, woodland areas, spying
dislikes; Being controlled, water, people
hobbies;
Singing: not many people know that I sing. I try to keep it quiet. Think about what would happen to my tough image, you know?
Running: And there's quite a bit of space for it here.
Climbing: Particularly in trees, as the forest has been my haven for nearly my entire live.
quirks/habits;
Snorting: if something is funny i don't laugh. I never laugh. I raise my eyebrows and snort. Like a little piggy, eh? Hey, don't call me that. HEY. Shut your mouth. Now.
Twitching: I can't stand still. I have to cock my head or tap my foot or jiggle my leg. I'm incredibly impatient so if I have to wait for something, I constantly switch stance, or lean over.
fears; Flying, losing
goals; To have freedom. For everybody. Yea, it's a little bit corny.
secrets; So, I say that I don't love anyone. That I never have. Really, though, I did. Before my Games, my family was alive and happy, and I didn't have a lacuna where my heart should be. During the Games, though, I found little cheats in the system and used. Snow got mad and killed my family. Every last one of them.
overall personality; The first thing you'll notice about me is probably my bluntness and sarcasm. I can't help it, it comes naturally. I'm constantly criticizing everything and I get easily ticked off. I don't like to be fussed over, I like to take care of myself. It always feels better to do something myself than to have i served to me on a silver plater. Did I say that right? Whatever.
I can be a reasonably nice person, though. If someone wants help from me, and will admit it out loud, I'll give them that. Even if I don't admit it, I do admire a lot of people. If I like you enough, I'll be very protective of you, keep you safe like I failed to do with my family. I feel like I owe it to them.
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mother; Liza Mason, soup kitchen cook. deceased
father; Reidar Mason, lumberjack, deceased
siblings; Clara Mason, would be 14, deceased
other important family; None
pets; None
overall history; I was born on the front steps of my house, almost twenty-one years ago, because my mother couldn't reach the doctor's in time. It was August twenty-seventh. I don't know much about my life early on. I assume it was a lot like most other kid's. My sister came a long when I was 6. We all fell in love with her that day, with those big, curious blue eyes. What I would give to see her again... Never mind.
When I was 10, I started working at the soup kitchen with Clara. My parents always insisted on me calling them by their first names. Anyway, I remember that on my first day, I spilled duck stew down the front of the mayor's work shirt. I didn't work there too long.
Obviously, the next monument in my life was the games. It never crossed my mind that I would get reaped. I was 15 years old. I sat near the back, giggling and joking with my friends, when they called my name. I froze. I thought it was a joke. But then I remembered: the capitol doesn't joke. It was terrible. My family was devastated. Before I left, my mother told me that I had the biggest heart out of all of the tributes. Guess it's not like that now, eh?
During my Games, it was all tactics and strategy. No one knew that I could through an ax half my size, so they ignored me. When it was down to the final three, I found that if you run off one edge of the arena, you end up on the other. We had final face off, where I hid in a tree, ran off the edge, and through an ax at them both. I never thought that I could kill. Not once.
President Snow, though, was not pleased. The little girl killed his vicious careers by what he thought was cheating. So he took them -- Liza, Reidar, and Clara -- and killed them, as a sort of revenge. I fell back, hid myself from reality. Told myself that somewhere, they were alive. I lost my heart, and arguably my sanity, in those years.
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your name; effy !
age; sixteen
rp experience; just about 6 years
where you heard about us; CAUTION
muses; none yet.
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No, that’s not me.
It couldn’t be. Her eyes stayed glued on the screen, watching the girl repeatedly send the ax into the girl’s lower thigh. It looked like her; the same feathery, chocolate hair. The same little brown eyes. But no, it wasn’t her. It was another tribute. Not her. Then the caption appeared on the lower quarter of the screen. No. It said Johanna Mason, district 7. It was lying. They were lying.
“No,” she whispered. “No. I’ve never killed anyone. Never. Not one.” But it was a lie. She knew it, it was her. Only a few days before, she had done twice the sin. She would never forget the pleading look in her eyes, when she noticed the axes. The quivering bottom lip of the boy, no older than her. “No.”
“Johanna?” Marijke, one of her prep team members came running in.
“What?” she snapped at the girl. She needed to be left alone.
“Sweetheart… you were screaming.” Mari hurried up to her, holding her head in her arms. “I know, I know,” she coed. Johanna closed her eyes for only a second before snapping back.
“Get away from me!” she yelled, scuttling back to her chair and curling up. She looked up at the television, still showing flickering re-runs of favorite moments of the games. She grabbed the glass off chalky liquid next to her bed and hurled it at the screen. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she muttered to herself, burrowing her head in the feather cushions on the chair.
anything else?; this is written like an interview, by the way. and sorry about the sample post, my actual ones will be much better. x p
&mittens... are sexy !
