Post by KATIA MEAD on Jul 29, 2013 21:02:09 GMT -7
KATIA JAYDEN MEAD
FEMALE , 16 , APRIL 5TH ,STRAIGHT , DISTRICT 11
FEMALE , 16 , APRIL 5TH ,STRAIGHT , DISTRICT 11
PLAY-BY: Gerogia Moffett
HAIR: Katia has long, light blonde hair that falls just above her waist.
EYES: Dark Brown
OTHER FEATURES: No
HAIR: Katia has long, light blonde hair that falls just above her waist.
EYES: Dark Brown
OTHER FEATURES: No
CURIOUS, OPINIONATED, BOLD, WISTFUL, BRAVE
Katia lives in a world of possibilities where she sees all sorts challenges to be surmounted. She has a drive for leadership, which is well-served by her quickness to grasp complexities, her ability to absorb a large amount of impersonal information, and her quick and decisive judgments. She is a "take charge" person.
Katia is constantly scanning her environment for potential problems which she can turn into solutions. She generally sees things from a long-range perspective, and is usually successful at identifying plans to turn problems around.
Interacting with people is something Katia. There's nothing more enjoyable and satisfying to her than having a lively, challenging conversation. She has a very forceful and dynamic presence and a tremendous amount of self-confidence and excellent verbal communication skills.
LIKES: Learning new things, working with her hands, the idea of adventure, food, cool days, blue skies
DISLIKES: Rain, the Capitol, lack of opportunity for adventure, tyranny, not having food, the Hunger Games
STRENGTHS: Clever, brave, fun loving, quick on her feet
WEAKNESSES: Outspoken, opinionated, doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, hot-headed
FEARS: Becoming a tribute one day, spiders, losing the rest of her family
SECRETS:
Katia is constantly scanning her environment for potential problems which she can turn into solutions. She generally sees things from a long-range perspective, and is usually successful at identifying plans to turn problems around.
Interacting with people is something Katia. There's nothing more enjoyable and satisfying to her than having a lively, challenging conversation. She has a very forceful and dynamic presence and a tremendous amount of self-confidence and excellent verbal communication skills.
LIKES: Learning new things, working with her hands, the idea of adventure, food, cool days, blue skies
DISLIKES: Rain, the Capitol, lack of opportunity for adventure, tyranny, not having food, the Hunger Games
STRENGTHS: Clever, brave, fun loving, quick on her feet
WEAKNESSES: Outspoken, opinionated, doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, hot-headed
FEARS: Becoming a tribute one day, spiders, losing the rest of her family
SECRETS:
BORN , TROUBLESOME CHILD , BROTHER DIED
FATHER(S): Erik Mead/47/agricultural worker
MOTHER(S): Maria/45/agricultural worker
STEP-PARENT(S): N/A
SIBLINGS: Jerome Mead/20/agricultural worker
Jeremy Mead/20/agricultural worker
Michael Mead/11 (at time of death)/deceased
Katia was born into on of the poorer families in District 11. Her father was in and out of work depending on the season and, with neither her or her three brothers old enough to look after themselves, her mother was forced to stay home. Food was something scarce in the Mead household and hungry nights were frequent. Her father often came home late and left early, either working or trying to find work when there was none.
When Katia's two older brother came of age, they began helping their father with the work load leaving the two youngest at home. Soon, Mrs. Mead was able to join as well, leaving their daughter to care for Michael.
The two siblings grew very close. Michael and Katia where practically inseparable. Together they would play games of adventure and tell stories in secret of the second rebellion. Their parents worried about them, afraid that they might cause trouble one day, or that a Peacekeeper might hear their dangerous talk.
Then Michael fell seriously ill. Being only 15, she didn't know what to do, nor did the rest of the family. Money was too scarce for medicine or a doctor and nothing they tried made him better. Katia, despite her mother's protests, stayed by her brothers bedside day and night until he finally passed on.
The girl was never the same afterwards.
MOTHER(S): Maria/45/agricultural worker
STEP-PARENT(S): N/A
SIBLINGS: Jerome Mead/20/agricultural worker
Jeremy Mead/20/agricultural worker
Michael Mead/11 (at time of death)/deceased
Katia was born into on of the poorer families in District 11. Her father was in and out of work depending on the season and, with neither her or her three brothers old enough to look after themselves, her mother was forced to stay home. Food was something scarce in the Mead household and hungry nights were frequent. Her father often came home late and left early, either working or trying to find work when there was none.
When Katia's two older brother came of age, they began helping their father with the work load leaving the two youngest at home. Soon, Mrs. Mead was able to join as well, leaving their daughter to care for Michael.
The two siblings grew very close. Michael and Katia where practically inseparable. Together they would play games of adventure and tell stories in secret of the second rebellion. Their parents worried about them, afraid that they might cause trouble one day, or that a Peacekeeper might hear their dangerous talk.
Then Michael fell seriously ill. Being only 15, she didn't know what to do, nor did the rest of the family. Money was too scarce for medicine or a doctor and nothing they tried made him better. Katia, despite her mother's protests, stayed by her brothers bedside day and night until he finally passed on.
The girl was never the same afterwards.
ARSON , 17 , MOUNTAIN , ******* , ADOPTION
Briemont Ledger Senior could hear his wife in the kitchen preparing something for lunch as he sat at his desk staring blankly at the stacks of paper work in front of him. He had so much work to do and yet, for once, no motivation to do it. Ever since Terry had given him the news about Brie coming to visit, he had been able to find it in him to do anything but sit and stare. It had been six years since they last spoke but even now their last words rang in his ears.
"This is my house! You're not welcome here! I don't want to see your face again! You demon!"
"I will kill you for this..." Even now her cool tone and hard eyes gave him nightmares. He didn't doubt her for a moment.
There was movement at the front window then voices at the door. He got up and went over to it. Seeing as his wife was busy and Junior was no where to be found, he might as well answer it. It wasn't like he was doing anything. His hand rested on the knob for a few second before twisting it and pulling open the door, slowly. As it did so, two figures were revealed. A man and a woman. A face he didn't know and one he recognized all too well.
Even now, after six years, there was no mistaking who she was. He could never forget that face. Even with the brilliant red hair and the... rather unpleasant style of dress, he could still see that 11 year old girl. She had the same, indignant stance, the same rebellious look in her eyes. What he didn't recognize was that smile, the look in her eyes whenever she glanced at the man beside her, the man Briemont assumed was her husband.
His eyes glanced over the man. While his shirt covered his arms, it did not hide his hands. He saw the tattoos there and frowned. No doubt there where more of those. The thing in his ears also bothered him. What had Junior called them again? He couldn't remember them. How could kids get away with dressing like that, he had no idea. His own mother would have beaten him for sure if he came home with one tattoo let alone dozens and stretched out earlobes. So this was who she married, huh? Well, he hoped his wife could manage to talk some sense into Brie after all.
"Terry, they're here!" He called to his wife.
"This is my house! You're not welcome here! I don't want to see your face again! You demon!"
"I will kill you for this..." Even now her cool tone and hard eyes gave him nightmares. He didn't doubt her for a moment.
There was movement at the front window then voices at the door. He got up and went over to it. Seeing as his wife was busy and Junior was no where to be found, he might as well answer it. It wasn't like he was doing anything. His hand rested on the knob for a few second before twisting it and pulling open the door, slowly. As it did so, two figures were revealed. A man and a woman. A face he didn't know and one he recognized all too well.
Even now, after six years, there was no mistaking who she was. He could never forget that face. Even with the brilliant red hair and the... rather unpleasant style of dress, he could still see that 11 year old girl. She had the same, indignant stance, the same rebellious look in her eyes. What he didn't recognize was that smile, the look in her eyes whenever she glanced at the man beside her, the man Briemont assumed was her husband.
His eyes glanced over the man. While his shirt covered his arms, it did not hide his hands. He saw the tattoos there and frowned. No doubt there where more of those. The thing in his ears also bothered him. What had Junior called them again? He couldn't remember them. How could kids get away with dressing like that, he had no idea. His own mother would have beaten him for sure if he came home with one tattoo let alone dozens and stretched out earlobes. So this was who she married, huh? Well, he hoped his wife could manage to talk some sense into Brie after all.
"Terry, they're here!" He called to his wife.
