Full Name: Amareese "Reese" Lerc
Gender: Female
Age: Twelve
District: Twelve
Position: Asylum Patient
Personality: Reese is not friendly. She doesn't smile, she doesn't laugh, and she doesn't make eye contact. She is very anti-social. She is psychopathic; she is kept locked in a room at all times other than the Reaping. She is often sedated; when awake, she is polite although mentally she is thinking of ways to kill you. She is kept sedated because of her strange experiments--she would leave sugar on the windowsill to attract flies, and keep them trapped in a jar. She would then feed the flies to spiders. And spiders to birds. She once asked for a kitten--the asylum director assumed she wanted the cat to eat the birds. When denied, she ate the birds herself. She is obsessed with this 'consuming life' cycle; she believes that by having these creatures consume each other and in turn she consuming them, she shall live longer. Each fly: two weeks, each spider: one year, etc.
Abilities: Reese is extremely smart. She knows what to say and when, and usually how to get her way. Upon first meeting her, you wouldn't believe that she is kept locked in an asylum 24/7. She has a slight problem with taking the metal spoons from her dinner and attempting to sharpen them against the stone floor of her room; the next person who enters usually has to fight her off to avoid being stabbed in the jugular by the sharp object (hence the sedation).
::Appearance:: Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100 pounds
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Long, unruly, black
Reese often has small cuts and scratches on her face and body. These wounds are usually self-inflicted. Her eyes are dead; they often express no emotion. Her hair is hardly ever brushed, and she is in desperate need of a change of clothes.
History: Reese had been born into a wealthy family, or so she was told. She'd been born in District 2, but when she was three years old, the family found her sitting with a knife in the living room, covered in blood. The family cat's sliced up carcass was found under the couch, while she played with the knife, humming to herself. Most of what was left of the cat was bone and fur, with little bits of flesh here and there--she'd eaten it.
Her parents had sent for medications and drugs from District 12, hoping to prevent their daughter from doing such things again. After two months of this, they bought another cat for her brother's birthday. The cat survived for two years; when she was five, she was found in almost the same situation, only the cat had had it's neck broken and she hadn't used a knife to tear into it, just her teeth.
By this point, her family was terrified of the little monster. She laughed and played and went to school like all the other children, seemingly normal at all hours of the day. Her family, desperate to keep her, continued to say that it was just a one time thing, she just didn't like cats. They kept animals out of the house, and her older brother was usually charged with watching her. When he was found drowned, Reese enjoying the un-cooked flesh on his bones, her family shipped her to District 12.
She'd been almost six when she was admitted into the asylum there, and was determined rather quickly to be completely insane--a homicidal maniac, really. She harbors anger at her family for sending her away, and is constantly looking for ways to make them PAY.
Volunteering for the Games was the greatest idea of her young life; she's decided to win, and her first victims are going to be those of District 2. She can't wait for her family to see her sweet little face rip into the teens of her native home.
****Sample RP: Reese sat calmly against the wall as her food was slipped in through the panel at the bottom of the door. Three knocks, and she was able to collect it. She began eating, before noticing that something was wrong. Her spoon. It was wooden, not metal. She flung the spoon across the room and began pounding on the door, screaming for a proper spoon. The metal spiral at the top of the room began shaking, and she calmed at once, to no avail. The metal spiral flung out and encased the room solidly, before gas was released into the room, knocking her out.
When she awoke, it was to find a cup of tea where her soup had been, and she drank it. There was no food. The wooden spoon was gone. She smiled to herself and sprinkled a bit of sugar on the windowsill and sat on a stool, waiting for the flies that would come...
Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:38 am
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