Post by Wolf Tears on Jul 9, 2010 21:49:02 GMT -6
Unlike her sister, she's copypasta'd from another site, so if there are any discrepancies I apologize. Like her sister, though, I love her guts. <3
My mind's playing up, again, and someone's there,
The room is getting colder now,
Her sister knows her as Lawynamere Rossini [lah-WIHN-uh-meer], or Wyn...
... but what she tells you may be very, very different
She is female, but she won't always tell you that
Likewise, she rarely admits that she's fifteen
[.}watch, but don't see--{.]
What Wyn really looks like is a bit of an enigma for most people, because she changes it frequently. Though she was born with light brown hair and pale skin, both have gone through endless dyes. Sure, her hair is a little dried out now, but what's a bit more trouble in maintaining one's hair in the face of being found? She even has a few sets of colored contacts, which were fairly expensive but allow her to complete her transition into another person, which she undergoes as often as she feels she needs to. Which is... well, pretty often, actually. Usually she's okay with changing her eyes and her name, but somewhere between as often as every few weeks [when the paranoia is bad] and as rarely as once a year [when she thinks she's safe] she'll chop off some hair, change everything about herself, and emerge someone new.
Even her clothes don't give you much of a standard. Lawynamere has the largest and most varied wardrobe of almost anyone she's met (outside of her sister), and it's not because she's fashion-conscientious. (Phayl assures her that most fashion-inclined people would probably scream and run at the sight of blaring neons sitting right next to tattered leather in her closet.) It's because the minimum time lapse she has to wait to wear a piece of clothing again is six weeks. Someone might recognize it, you know. it's bad enough that she favors blue and purple, she doesn't have to advertise herself by wearing the same thing constantly. Even her small pearl earrings, which she is never without, are sometimes painted (the paint is always carefully stripped later) in order to avoid letting anyone notice them.
So... really, all you have to go on for sure is height and stature. Lawynamere is tall for her age at five feet, seven inches, but she doesn't seem very big because she is underweight to an unhealthy extreme. Despite having plenty of money for food, thanks to Kaphaylia, there are times when she goes for days without eating a thing because she's convinced that someone is trying to poison her. Despite her sister's best efforts, even on the best of days her eating habits are erratic. She looks like she belongs to a pre-rebellion District Twelve family, not a post-rebellion Capitol family- if you can really consider her a Capitol girl anymore, which is hard to do after all that's happened.
The light swings again, and I'm scared, 'cause someone's there
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause now I'm-
[.}my mind-->my world{.]
How do you describe someone who makes no sense?
The best way to explain Lawynamere is to tell you that for her, reality is indistinguishable from dreams, and time is fluid. She’s fifteen, but things that happened when she was a child could just as well have happened yesterday, while things she dreamed last night are more real than what’s happening right now. Unicorns are real, but swords don’t exist. Her parents is dead, but alive. She is a figment of someone else's imagination, but they are a figment of hers so it all balances out. She can’t be sure about any of this, though, because she recognizes that there’s something wrong with the way she perceives the world, but she's not quite sure what it is. So... nothing exists for her, really.
There is one thing that she is absolutely, solidly sure about, though, and it’s the thing that drives her from day to day. There are people after her. She doesn’t know who they are or what they want, but they’re coming, and she must always, always run.
It’s tragic. Had her mind been stable, Wyn could have been one of the premier thinkers of her time. Even in the depths of her paranoia she is more intelligent than most people, but her insanity renders that genius unusable. She still notices things easily and interprets her surroundings and the words of others well, but they tend to twist somewhere during that interpretation. Anything can and will become another sign of her chasers, another reason to flee. And while her logic is sound, it only works within the laws of the universe her mind has created for her, which is an inherently illogical universe.
She could have been very kind, too; she's naturally very warm-hearted. She only shows that to animals these days, though; put her near a human and the fear will override everything else, turning her into a total basket case. Give her the option, and she will hide or run; fail to do that, and she will fall apart, becoming mute or only managing to babble the most nonsensical of sentences. Touch her, and she will turn into a caged creature and fight; people have died by her hand for tapping her shoulder, or at least she thinks they have (she can't really remember). Only animals (she has a particular inclination toward birds, as she grew up with her parent's hunting birds) get to see the girl she would have been, the one with the sweet voice and the kind words and the gentle touch.
Of course, she thinks they talk to her, and she has a tendency to mistake horses for unicorns. But that's another story.
There is one exception to the rule, though, one human she is not deathly afraid of: her sister. Though both are high-strung in their own ways, they manage to be calming influences on each other, and while around Kaphaylia, Wyn actually almost seems normal. (Anyone who really thinks she's normal will be disillusioned the moment they hear her speak, but hey, it's Lawynamere- you can only ask so much.) If Phayl is around, she might, might, be able to work up the courage to have a normal conversation with someone.
Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes
You're like a shadow that never hides
[.}your eyes-->your world{.]
Forty years ago, Panem did not seem like the ideal place to go when you needed an escape. Wherever you were from and whatever your problems were, they were rarely worse than a tyrannical government who called for the tithe of children's lives every year, and if they were worse, you probably couldn't get to the place anyway. Even if you could, they probably wouldn't take you unless you had some serious connections.
Bohdana and Andrei Anatova did not, for those very reasons, consider Panem when rumors of war sprang up in their native Russia. However, they did need to go somewhere; it was a war that never materialized, but they didn't know that at the time, and it would have been stupid to stay when they had everything- each other, their lives, two small children, a small fortune- to lose. They took five-year-old Ivan and three-year-old Makariy to Italy, where they stayed until Ivan was grown (Makariy never quite made it to adulthood- he died in an accident at age seventeen).
At twenty-five, Ivan married a young Italian woman by the name of Anzia, and the clock started ticking. Three years later, everything hopped in the proverbial handbasket and headed off for hell.
See, there was one thing Anzia Rossini never told her new family: the true purpose behind her career. She told them she was a crime scene detective, but she failed to fill out that information with the fact that what she was really doing was making sure she got assigned to certain cases so she could destroy or discount evidence that led to members of the Italian mafia. She also neglected to inform them when she wasn't given payment for a job, and in a fit of anger decided to double-cross her cell leader. It was an act that caused a lot of grief and drama, and one that she never forgave herself for.
To make a long and traumatizing story short, Ivan and Anzia's one-year-old daughter and Bohdana Anatova were kidnapped, and though Anzia did her best to get them back in the end their mangled bodies were delivered to the young couple's doorstep. Anzia, pregnant and terrified for the remnants of her family, panicked. She asked her husband and father-in-law to take her maiden name; never the type to ask questions, they complied, and she used that name to pull every string she had a hand on and call in every favor she could remember ever giving. Within a week, the family was headed to the one place she was sure they wouldn't be followed: Panem.
Lawynamere was born five years later, and compared to her sister, she had it easy. By the time she was born, the family had established itself, and she grew up speaking English with only hints of the other two languages, which made communication with other children much easier. It also helped that Kaphaylia blazed a path through the local school for her to tread on, whether she knew it or not. Having an older sister who happens to be queen bee at the secondary is a good protection again things like teasing.
Of course, she wasn't entirely immune. She couldn't be; she was Lawynamere Rossini, for goodness' sakes. Anyone who insists on the reality of events that never happened, talks about conversing with teakettles, and continues to believe in faerie tales despite having every denial thrown at her is a walking target. She was oddly resilient, though, and never reacted; she let the verbal bullies do as they pleased, taking comfort in her strangely-warped world and the friendship of her sister and a few other more reserved children. Even the seemingly-endless string of psychologists, which the school insisted on sending her to, never frustrated her; she just quietly explained why her world made more sense than theirs and went on with her life.
She would have been fine, but one of her parents got sick of her making their friends avoid the house, and told her that if she talked about things like faeries too much some people would take her away from the family. It was a comment meant to keep her quiet, but it sparked much more than that; for weeks afterward Wyn was plagued by nightmares of being stolen, of her family being slaughtered because she slipped up and said something bad. At last she woke one night, convinced people were coming to take her and kill her family, and ran away.
Kaphaylia followed her,and spent a year chasing her all over Panem trying to assure her that she was really Wyn's sister and not a disguised demon. When they went back home, though, they found their parents' and grandfather's bodies; unbeknownst to the girls (then aged eleven and sixteen), the mafia they had fled from so long ago had finally caught up to the no-longer-young couple. Phayl took it well, but Lawynamere snapped, sure that it was her fault and the people who had killed her parents were now after her. She fled, and an exasperated Kaphaylia followed, beginning another year of chasing and reassurances.
Three years have passed since Lawynamere once more accepted her sister as a human and not a scary demon. Her world hasn't gotten any less scary, though, despite Phayl's constant reassurances and urgings. Wyn moves around constantly, changes her appearance constantly, and is forever looking over her shoulder. But she has her sister, and she knows that Lawynamere won't let the scary people hurt them.
... Right?
I'm stuck in parallel worlds, it's something supernatural,
It wont let me go...
My mind's playing up, again, and someone's there,
The room is getting colder now,
Her sister knows her as Lawynamere Rossini [lah-WIHN-uh-meer], or Wyn...
... but what she tells you may be very, very different
She is female, but she won't always tell you that
Likewise, she rarely admits that she's fifteen
[.}watch, but don't see--{.]
What Wyn really looks like is a bit of an enigma for most people, because she changes it frequently. Though she was born with light brown hair and pale skin, both have gone through endless dyes. Sure, her hair is a little dried out now, but what's a bit more trouble in maintaining one's hair in the face of being found? She even has a few sets of colored contacts, which were fairly expensive but allow her to complete her transition into another person, which she undergoes as often as she feels she needs to. Which is... well, pretty often, actually. Usually she's okay with changing her eyes and her name, but somewhere between as often as every few weeks [when the paranoia is bad] and as rarely as once a year [when she thinks she's safe] she'll chop off some hair, change everything about herself, and emerge someone new.
Even her clothes don't give you much of a standard. Lawynamere has the largest and most varied wardrobe of almost anyone she's met (outside of her sister), and it's not because she's fashion-conscientious. (Phayl assures her that most fashion-inclined people would probably scream and run at the sight of blaring neons sitting right next to tattered leather in her closet.) It's because the minimum time lapse she has to wait to wear a piece of clothing again is six weeks. Someone might recognize it, you know. it's bad enough that she favors blue and purple, she doesn't have to advertise herself by wearing the same thing constantly. Even her small pearl earrings, which she is never without, are sometimes painted (the paint is always carefully stripped later) in order to avoid letting anyone notice them.
So... really, all you have to go on for sure is height and stature. Lawynamere is tall for her age at five feet, seven inches, but she doesn't seem very big because she is underweight to an unhealthy extreme. Despite having plenty of money for food, thanks to Kaphaylia, there are times when she goes for days without eating a thing because she's convinced that someone is trying to poison her. Despite her sister's best efforts, even on the best of days her eating habits are erratic. She looks like she belongs to a pre-rebellion District Twelve family, not a post-rebellion Capitol family- if you can really consider her a Capitol girl anymore, which is hard to do after all that's happened.
The light swings again, and I'm scared, 'cause someone's there
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause now I'm-
[.}my mind-->my world{.]
How do you describe someone who makes no sense?
The best way to explain Lawynamere is to tell you that for her, reality is indistinguishable from dreams, and time is fluid. She’s fifteen, but things that happened when she was a child could just as well have happened yesterday, while things she dreamed last night are more real than what’s happening right now. Unicorns are real, but swords don’t exist. Her parents is dead, but alive. She is a figment of someone else's imagination, but they are a figment of hers so it all balances out. She can’t be sure about any of this, though, because she recognizes that there’s something wrong with the way she perceives the world, but she's not quite sure what it is. So... nothing exists for her, really.
There is one thing that she is absolutely, solidly sure about, though, and it’s the thing that drives her from day to day. There are people after her. She doesn’t know who they are or what they want, but they’re coming, and she must always, always run.
It’s tragic. Had her mind been stable, Wyn could have been one of the premier thinkers of her time. Even in the depths of her paranoia she is more intelligent than most people, but her insanity renders that genius unusable. She still notices things easily and interprets her surroundings and the words of others well, but they tend to twist somewhere during that interpretation. Anything can and will become another sign of her chasers, another reason to flee. And while her logic is sound, it only works within the laws of the universe her mind has created for her, which is an inherently illogical universe.
She could have been very kind, too; she's naturally very warm-hearted. She only shows that to animals these days, though; put her near a human and the fear will override everything else, turning her into a total basket case. Give her the option, and she will hide or run; fail to do that, and she will fall apart, becoming mute or only managing to babble the most nonsensical of sentences. Touch her, and she will turn into a caged creature and fight; people have died by her hand for tapping her shoulder, or at least she thinks they have (she can't really remember). Only animals (she has a particular inclination toward birds, as she grew up with her parent's hunting birds) get to see the girl she would have been, the one with the sweet voice and the kind words and the gentle touch.
Of course, she thinks they talk to her, and she has a tendency to mistake horses for unicorns. But that's another story.
There is one exception to the rule, though, one human she is not deathly afraid of: her sister. Though both are high-strung in their own ways, they manage to be calming influences on each other, and while around Kaphaylia, Wyn actually almost seems normal. (Anyone who really thinks she's normal will be disillusioned the moment they hear her speak, but hey, it's Lawynamere- you can only ask so much.) If Phayl is around, she might, might, be able to work up the courage to have a normal conversation with someone.
Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes
You're like a shadow that never hides
[.}your eyes-->your world{.]
Forty years ago, Panem did not seem like the ideal place to go when you needed an escape. Wherever you were from and whatever your problems were, they were rarely worse than a tyrannical government who called for the tithe of children's lives every year, and if they were worse, you probably couldn't get to the place anyway. Even if you could, they probably wouldn't take you unless you had some serious connections.
Bohdana and Andrei Anatova did not, for those very reasons, consider Panem when rumors of war sprang up in their native Russia. However, they did need to go somewhere; it was a war that never materialized, but they didn't know that at the time, and it would have been stupid to stay when they had everything- each other, their lives, two small children, a small fortune- to lose. They took five-year-old Ivan and three-year-old Makariy to Italy, where they stayed until Ivan was grown (Makariy never quite made it to adulthood- he died in an accident at age seventeen).
At twenty-five, Ivan married a young Italian woman by the name of Anzia, and the clock started ticking. Three years later, everything hopped in the proverbial handbasket and headed off for hell.
See, there was one thing Anzia Rossini never told her new family: the true purpose behind her career. She told them she was a crime scene detective, but she failed to fill out that information with the fact that what she was really doing was making sure she got assigned to certain cases so she could destroy or discount evidence that led to members of the Italian mafia. She also neglected to inform them when she wasn't given payment for a job, and in a fit of anger decided to double-cross her cell leader. It was an act that caused a lot of grief and drama, and one that she never forgave herself for.
To make a long and traumatizing story short, Ivan and Anzia's one-year-old daughter and Bohdana Anatova were kidnapped, and though Anzia did her best to get them back in the end their mangled bodies were delivered to the young couple's doorstep. Anzia, pregnant and terrified for the remnants of her family, panicked. She asked her husband and father-in-law to take her maiden name; never the type to ask questions, they complied, and she used that name to pull every string she had a hand on and call in every favor she could remember ever giving. Within a week, the family was headed to the one place she was sure they wouldn't be followed: Panem.
Lawynamere was born five years later, and compared to her sister, she had it easy. By the time she was born, the family had established itself, and she grew up speaking English with only hints of the other two languages, which made communication with other children much easier. It also helped that Kaphaylia blazed a path through the local school for her to tread on, whether she knew it or not. Having an older sister who happens to be queen bee at the secondary is a good protection again things like teasing.
Of course, she wasn't entirely immune. She couldn't be; she was Lawynamere Rossini, for goodness' sakes. Anyone who insists on the reality of events that never happened, talks about conversing with teakettles, and continues to believe in faerie tales despite having every denial thrown at her is a walking target. She was oddly resilient, though, and never reacted; she let the verbal bullies do as they pleased, taking comfort in her strangely-warped world and the friendship of her sister and a few other more reserved children. Even the seemingly-endless string of psychologists, which the school insisted on sending her to, never frustrated her; she just quietly explained why her world made more sense than theirs and went on with her life.
She would have been fine, but one of her parents got sick of her making their friends avoid the house, and told her that if she talked about things like faeries too much some people would take her away from the family. It was a comment meant to keep her quiet, but it sparked much more than that; for weeks afterward Wyn was plagued by nightmares of being stolen, of her family being slaughtered because she slipped up and said something bad. At last she woke one night, convinced people were coming to take her and kill her family, and ran away.
Kaphaylia followed her,and spent a year chasing her all over Panem trying to assure her that she was really Wyn's sister and not a disguised demon. When they went back home, though, they found their parents' and grandfather's bodies; unbeknownst to the girls (then aged eleven and sixteen), the mafia they had fled from so long ago had finally caught up to the no-longer-young couple. Phayl took it well, but Lawynamere snapped, sure that it was her fault and the people who had killed her parents were now after her. She fled, and an exasperated Kaphaylia followed, beginning another year of chasing and reassurances.
Three years have passed since Lawynamere once more accepted her sister as a human and not a scary demon. Her world hasn't gotten any less scary, though, despite Phayl's constant reassurances and urgings. Wyn moves around constantly, changes her appearance constantly, and is forever looking over her shoulder. But she has her sister, and she knows that Lawynamere won't let the scary people hurt them.
... Right?
I'm stuck in parallel worlds, it's something supernatural,
It wont let me go...