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dragon8writer☓ Age: 22
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C H A R A C T E R
☓ Name: Primrose Everdeen
☓ Series: The Hunger Games
☓ Reference: http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/Pr
☓ Previous game:
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sirenspull☓ Canon point: The final book – when the explosion would have killed her
☓ Age: 13
☓ Game history: Prim arrived on the island against her will, pulled in by the power of the Core – a device of unknown power that took and trapped people across the multiverse against their will. In arriving, she was also given a communication device – which took on the appearance of a med kit – and granted powers. Namely, she was given the ability to transform herself into a small duck (capable of understanding other animals, and mentally broadcasting her thoughts to humans nearby.)
With her sister already there, Prim joined Katniss, Peeta and Rue in a relatively peaceful home. By day, the island seemed mostly normal. At night, however, the darkness would descend: powerful creatures built off people’s fears, ready to tear apart anything they caught. No matter how powerful someone was, it was said there was a creature out there that could kill them. As long as one stayed in the darkness protected areas, however, they were said to be… mostly all right.
When it wasn’t dark – and the core wasn’t flaring up, causing fluctuations in people’s powers – the only issues were with the two super groups SERO and AGI, both trying to gain control over the city. Prim… mostly ignored them, though, remaining neutral. She instead chose to work with two merchant girls she befriended, who intended to teach her how to run a business – Racette and Alouette – an idea that never really took off before core broke down…
Still, Prim had other things to occupy her free time. With new found powers to help her get about, and her abilities as a healer, Prim was recruited into the Teen Titans by their leader: Tim Drake. She was taught to fight, and worked hard to learn how to take people down without actually hurting them.
When she wasn’t training with either group, she devoted herself to studying books of medicine in the library, and building up her skills. She was quite content with the idea of never leaving, knowing that going home would separate her from her family forever.
Although Peeta later went home, Prim herself remained in the port until the core began to collapse upon itself. The “pull” keeping them there failed, and a nexus between worlds was open. Though Prim wanted to stay and help those in the area, she was forced into the nexus by a concerned arch angel (Raphael, from Supernatural), who had previously claimed her – essentially stalking her to keep her safe.
She ended up stumbling through the portal to TDS – refusing to go home and to her death, hoping that she would be able to reunite with her sister in some way. The communicator device she had was lost in the nexus, most likely (as it would have transformed into the seed for another core island.)
☓ Personality:
Katniss described Prim’s personality best when she said that it contains the best of their family. We see her father’s level headedness in the way she deals with the panic and death about her; she doesn’t panic, or scream, or generally even freeze. When her father was in a damaged mine, she joined Katniss in finding their mother; when the town was being destroyed, she had the presence of mind to follow, and when the badly injured arrive at her doorstep, she is always quick to help with treating them, rather than simply staring at their wounds.
On that same note, she inherited her mother’s “healing hands,” - not only the skill for treating the injured, but the compassion that leads to her diving into the work. She gives herself freely to those who need her – taking care of both animals and humans; it was after all that urge that led to her downfall, rushing to help the injured children of the capitol. She looked forward to becoming a true doctor, with the classes in thirteen. Was willing to work towards it – something she had inherited from her sister.
The “fight” she received from Katniss, the ability to stand strong and keep moving forward for what she believed, was as integral as a level head when it came to surviving all that befell her. She watched her sister be sent away twice; she helped to support people she might not even have a chance to save; she was moved from her home to an underground bunker in 13; and yet still she moved onward, never gave up hope. Still she encouraged Katniss not to give in, even when it seemed Peeta might never recover.
In the end, though, it was something purely Prim which tied the whole package together and made Prim who she was; an insightfulness that allowed her to see to the heart of matters, when others were still reeling in confusion. It was her, after all, who realized that the president would keep Peeta alive in order to hurt Katniss; just as she was quick to look towards those known for telling the truth, generally ignoring those who she thought would sugarcoat things to comfort her.
In the end, it is generally these insights which will lead to Prim deciding who to trust; her recognition of motivation that will lead her to declare one person can be followed, and her understanding of whether someone will tell the truth which will lead to who she listens to. Further, just because she values the truth, doesn’t mean she’ll always tell it. Although she can be brutally honest, she utilizes her judgment on when. The truth about why the president would keep Peeta alive was a brutal one, after all – but it was one Katniss needed to hear; if only because Katniss couldn’t take any more people lying to her, or attempting to manipulate her.
Similarly, her mother – who had broken down at their father’s death, and who neither of them fully trusted not to break down again – was generally told no more than necessary by Prim. No more than she thought her mother could handle. Even her honesty, in the end, is tempered by her insight.
Despite her good qualities, however, Prim does not always make the right decision, at least by other people’s perspectives. In part, this may be because she doesn’t put herself first. When the Capitol threatened to bomb District 13 anew, for example, she ran to her rooms to get her cat Buttercup – and was almost locked out of the bunker as a result. Her response was simply that she couldn’t leave behind the cat again. Similarly, when she was given a chance to go into the field and help the wounded, Prim took it – never mind that she was only 13 years old herself, and still learning medicine. It wasn’t that she didn’t value her own life, of course – merely that her loyalty to her cat, and her compassion for the injured, outranked her own safety in her mind.
☓ Abilities:
Prim’s abilities back home were completely non-magical. She knows about herbs, and she knows medical skills.
Prim has the ability to turn into a small yellow duckling. In this form she can fly at 40 MPH, and communicate with other animals (including humans.)
When Prim transforms, her wounds shift with her - and were generally analogous; a small cut to her arm would be a small (on a duckling) cut to her wing; a mortal wound to her human form... Same thing for her duck self.
Partial transformations are possible - but they take a lot of concentration to hold in place - and they're generally useless.
In practice, it's essentially starting the transformation and then forced it to stop part way, rather than as if she has fully transformed one body part. This means it takes a lot of training to hold them for any real length of time, and even then they're only useful in fairly specialized circumstances - being able to grow a duck bill or a tail, for example, doesn't do much beyond providing a cute sight gag, in most cases.
Her communication is telepathy based. Specifically, she can broadcast her thoughts - though fully formed sentences are harder than basic impressions or feelings to get across.
By default anyone with a radius of ten feet will pick her broadcasts up. With concentration, she can increase this (up to 15, maybe 20 for the most basic thoughts/impressions), or reduce it, in the equivalence of shouting or whispering.
With a close personal connection - or, better, physical contact - she can also direct a thought singularly to one person, so long as they're within her basic radius.
This ties into her ability to speak to animals - who, not being made any more sentient themselves by her powers, can generally give off only basic impressions.
Though she can pick up the “broadcasts” of other animals, humans have to speak out loud if they want her to hear them. She can’t pick up their thoughts.
☓ Intranet post sample:
Hello? [Prim’s eyes are covered by a yellow eye mask, lenses obscuring her eyes from view as the cloth and cloth tied securely about her head. Its coloring is matched by the cloth she wears beneath it, as well as the cape that wraps around her. Mask and cape both look as if they are feathered, the material rustling lightly in a breeze. An Embossed black D rests over her heart, a smaller T inside of it.]
Can anyone hear me? I’m looking for a girl: Katniss. She has dark brown hair. I think she might have come here before me. [She pauses, obviously hesitant to give more information. She knows people can be nice, but this place looks bad…] She probably appeared suddenly. And she might have had a blue orb.
She’s very important to me. And I can pay if anyone’s willing to help. [She lifts up her medical kit.]I have money; and I can give medical aid…
Whatever youw ant.
☓ Log post sample:
Prim fluttered her wings, lifting into the sky. She was glad some elements of her powers still worked – even if she seemed to be stuck in that form. She would have been fairly defenseless if she couldn’t fly, after all. Stuck on the ground, while those… things chased her.
She let out a little cheep of fear as something flew toward her, feeling herself dip and stumble before she managed to regain her balance. She had to keep calm. She was flying fast through the trees, faster than she could have walked. She was a tiny target, hard to hit. She could and would make it back to the village, away from these trees with their scent of fear. Away from those creatures that wanted to eat her…
She kept her eyes open as her wings moved with blurring speeds, moving forward, forward, forward. Her mind was broadcasting a call to help to anyone in the area, unfortunately including the creatures that might want to give chase. She could only hope that there were more allies than then enemies nearby.
The houses were looming up above, at least. She just had to move a little faster, go a little further. Pump her wings a little faster – but she couldn’t seem to go any quicker. If anything she was slowing down, creatures looming closer to her. She thought she could feel something at her tail feathers, and with that thought she felt herself losing altitude.
She had to keep calm. She had to push away the fears, before she lost herself entirely. She forced the fear away to climb back into the sky, and burst through to the houses.
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