Posts by Torchiclove

}Rue{ wrote:

[justify]Good bio, but there are a few problems with it.

*In District 12, she probably couldn't afford lip stick and nail polish. I don't think anyone can, except maybe District 1.

*I doubt there are any blood-thirsty kids in District 12.

*I think she's a little over-the-top. Comparing her with Hitler just makes it...unbelievable. Especially the fact that she has to draw blood every few days.

I would suggest changing her district, and a bit of her personality. She can be very excited about the Games, will do anything to win, is eager to kill, etc. Just try to be realistic. ^^[/justify]

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I never said she was poor, now did I? She can be district 4, though~
She can be bloodthirsty. She likes to draw blood. She doesn't do it everyday...
I based her off my favorite charrie in another RP, Rubyrain, who hates blood-shed but loves the taste of crimson. Also looslely based on a different Katrina, one that lives inside my own skin. I like the sight of blood running down human flesh. I'm not crazy.

Why not compare her to Hitler? Hitler was a person. He has the right to be compared to. Yes, he was crazy. He did bad things. I know that..
But he turned a country against a certain race of people. Isn't that just.... You have to think in perspective. It is all about perspective.

I shall bring my psycho-paths elsewhere.
I can't change my precious~

Sylvia chuckle as she played with the three small throwing knives she'd picked up from the cornucopia. One was poison-tipped. Deadly. One was regular, with no surprises. And one had a special venom that could paralyze the target for hours on end. They were perfect for the ruthless girl from district 1. She smirked as a light breeze ruffled her red hair, making it blow across her pale face. She saw a small puddle of water nearby. If there's one, there must be more, She thought happily, almost skipping. But she didn't skip.
Sylvia never skipped.

Frozen. Sylvia stood as still as a statue, knives held tightly in her fingers. Two were in a good position to be thrown, but the poison-tipped on was held protectively at her side, only to be used for emergencies. No wasting death.
But why so protective?
She'd heard a mouse scuttling through some leaves and, in turning to glance at it, seen the tip of an arrow. The nimble tribute leaped behind a tree, her back agianst the rough bark. She had the regular knife in between her fingers on her most accurate hand, smiling slightly behind a look of worry.

(*Tries not to be a grammar nazi*)

Sylvia breathed heavily, fear rippling in her like a water that'd been hit by a stone. She gazed around her, convinced that Rain had left. She had to be more wary. One more carefree moment and she wouldn't be so lucky. She had a feeling that the capital had something to do with that mouse-or mabye she was just lucky today. Either way, she knew it had been a close call. The slim ginger took a moment to collect water from th puddle, purifying it with a small flask she had hooked to a tiny backpack filled with pieces of bread.

Username: Torchiclove
Character's name: Sylvia
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality*: Sylvia is sly, always itching to trick someone. She often uses her beauty as an advantage to seduce others. But it doesn't work on those that are strong-minded. However, she does have a way with words. She is rather good at convincing people to do things for her. She has a soft spot for sugar gliders. She would never hurt a sugar glider.
Appearance and/or Picture: Slim, but not anorexic. She usually wears a small, red tank-top and tight jeans. Her emerald-green eyes glitter in the sun like gems. She has red hair that curls slightly at the bottom, and it goes down to her shoulders. She has straight teeth, like most kids in her district. She tries to hide the scars on her upper legs, scars that came from an little incident in her past. She doesn't like to talk about it.
Good, Evil, or Both?: Evil, definatly. But she could be considered both. She just wants to win.
Career Pack or Other?: Other~
Token*: ~
Other*: I took a Mary-sue test. She got a 4. Non-sue. And she is district 1.

NOTHING BETTER THAN A LITTLE NYAN!!!!

(Pft. Wow. Can we RP yet?)

Sylvia walked further on, away from the cornucopia. It was probable rigged or empty by now. And she couldn't ever forget the blood of the innocent spilling on the ground-it was magnificent. She stared at the ground, hiding a smile. There was nothing better than watching crimson blood pour from an open wound as the victim screams in complete agony. The demented girl heard a small scuffling in the leaves and, in a flash, one of her knives was buried in the back of a small rodent.

(Yup. I voted for it.)

Sylvia glanced at the 24 tributes around her, all in glass tubes. Some of them were nervous, others scared, others a mix of emotions. But she was happy. She was beaming, staring into the arena. The cornucopia looked promising. The closest weapon was a set of 5 throwing knives, two of them tipped with poison. She would go for that, and mabye pick up that small orange backpack on the way.

(I see that sarcasm right there.)

As the gong rang, Sylvia sprang into action. She ran as fast as her legs would take her, heading straight for the cornucopia. She didn't pay attention to the violence around her. She snatched up a small orange pack without looking, and grabbed the set of knives. She ran straight for the towering trees, dissapearing into the branches.
"HA! Take that! Not a scratch! I just back-slapped reality!" She screamed.

(I would say something about Carly and Tucker, but I don't feel like getting kicked out of this RP. Lawl. I am one for plot twists.)

Sylvia watched Lilly and Cassidy from a safe distance, smirking. The delicious smell of the squirrel was tantilizing. Should she make a move to steal it? No, she decided, walking away. She debated on wether throwing a knife. It only took a few seconds of contemplation.

She picked up one of the silver blades, holding it between her fingers. She threw the knife with perfect aim, landing it in a tree. She quickly ran into their make-shift campsite, jumping over the fire and doing a flip in mid-air. No need for not showing off too much. She grabbed the knife from the tree, turning to face the two girls. "Can't be too careful." Then she was gone.

(Shweet! But the thing I would say is...Don't ask to fall in love with somebody, just do it! Adds depth to an RP. And if they reject you...Sadness is always a good part of an RP as long as you don't wallow in it~

GROD I AM SO HYPERNESS RIGHT NOW!)

Sylvia followed a faint trail, hoping it was made by a member of the career pack. They would be good allies for the first few days...Then she could kill one of them and be off. She came across Carly. "Are you a member of the career pack, or should a kill you?" She asked nonchalantly, brandishing a knife protectively.

"What am I, invisible?" Sylvia muttered, waiting for an answer. She stood with her hip jutting out slightly, one knee bent as she leaned against a tree.

(She looks exactly like my friend if she was taller and had more piercings.)

You wanna know what team I'm on?

Team I don't care I already read the books so I know what happens!

*Doesn't mean to be offensive to anybody*

Sylvia wants to join the career pack but nobody will reply to her

(I would really be happy if someone talked to Sylvia right now.)

Sylvia turned to Tucker, mumbling some colorful words under her breath. "Aren't you part of the career pack?" She asked, obviously exasperated.

(I would love nothing more than for Sylvia to be in the career pack~)

"You smell that, right? Someone is close. And they have food," Sylvia said, leaning against a tree near Tucker and Carly. It would be so easy to conceal a knife behind her back, throw it straight into Carley's neck....No. She had to earn their trust, mooch as much as she could off of them, and then she could kill them off. And she knew that if she killed one of them, the other would be pissed.

(Not for long!)

Sylvia heard a rustling nearby, whipping her head around. She'd walked away from the little camp they'd set up. Soon, she could smell the horrible stench of rotting flesh. Yes, perfect chance, She thought, loving the idea of taking out someone weaker than she. The sly ginger hid with her back to a tree, one knife held carefully inbetween her fingers. With a simpled flick of the wrist her deadly dagger went flying, and she could hear it hit something soft....