The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Six Female: Meredy Candor

"I always love to see a  new tributes join us... We never know what they'll be like, or what  they've got up their sleeves."-Fillius Ravenscar

Name: Meredy Candor

Age: 12

District: 6

Gender: Female

Looks: Spiky dyed coral  pink hair and bright green eyes. She's quite small and not very  muscular. She normally doesn't smile around others and looks over them  as though they're not worth her attention. She wears golden wing-like  headgear around her ears that makes her look like some sort of pink  haired evil angel.

Personality:Meredy  usually is a stoic, mature, and calm. To her enemies, her speech seems  almost robotic, as she pauses between words. She's made up a ranking  system of her enemies and refers to her enemies on a number scale  according to the order from least to most powerful. When in battle, she  also seems to be quite cocky, referring to those she considers weak as  trash. She can at times be a bit more childish around the people she  actually likes. If she's ever criticized she'll be more quiet and won't  say much. She's also quite smart and can recognize when people are  lying. In battle she can be slightly psychotic, and demonic, scaring the  hell out of her opponents with her ruthless power.

District Token: Her golden winged headgear that she wears behind her ears.

Volunteer: Yes

Why she volunteered: She  desperately wants to prove to people how strong she is and kill the  most tributes in the history of the Games.

Weapon of choice: Swords, she normally prefers twin swords.

Craft: Assassination, masonry is so last year (damn, so fun to write xD)

Background: When she was  two her part of District 2 was killed off by Peacekeeper's for signs of  rebelling. Meredy was the only survivor. One of the Peacekeeper's, a  woman named Shivra found her and took her in against the presidents  wishes. Shivra trained Meredy. She became very strong and began to work  for the president by killing off the Capitol's enemies. Thanks to her  hardships she's become incredibly strong, but also completely utterly  ruthless to others.

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Meredy Candor: District Two

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I stare into the mirror,  lips curling up into a demon-like smile. I stare at my messy coral pink  hair that goes just past my shoulders, my golden wing-like headgear  staying perfectly in place, making me look like some sort of angel.  Angel? What a lie. My ruthless green eyes stare back at me. I've never  been an angel.

You're volunteering  today. You'll make Ul proud. I tell myself. My foster mother Ul's out on  a mission today. I'd love to be with her. Too bad I won't be here when  she gets back.

I punch my fist into the  mirror, sending shreds of glass everywhere. My smile widens. Let people  underestimate me. Sure, I'm twelve. But I'm a killer. Anyone who  underestimates me will lie dead at my feet.

Twenty minutes later I  stand alone in then square. The other twelve-year-olds stare at me,  curious of me. They rarely see me, considering I'm normally on missions  in other Districts, or the Capitol itself. I let a low hiss escape my  lips.

"I know how to kill, so  one more look and you all die..." I say, just loud enough for the ones  closest to me to hear. I grab one girl and punch her straight in the  jaw. I laugh.

"Didn't I tell you to  back off?" The others stare at me like I'm some sort of monster. My grin  stays in place, though I notice Peacekeeper's staring at me. Let them  try and kill me. I'm stronger than them. I'm a murderer.

Our escort begins the  reaping. I don't recall her name, but would love to see her begging for  mercy at my feet. I don't give mercy. The weak shall bow down to me.

She draws a slip of paper from the reaping ball.

"Haven Delany!" She says  in a crisp, Capitol-Like voice. A tall girl from the eighteen-year-old  section steps foreword. She's ready, a smug grin on her face.

"I volunteer!" I scream.  Everyone stares at me. Stunned. No one has the nerve to volunteer for  an eighteen-year-old, and definitely not someone who's twelve. I just  did. I think to myself. Haven stares at me, fire in her eyes. She hates  me. Whatever, the second I'm back home I'll kill her. I'll kill all  these people who have the nerve to underestimate me.

Suddenly I'm standing  back on the cold street of my old home. I was barely two years old.  Weak, helpless. Hundreds lie dead at my feet. I couldn't help but  scream. I knew I was next. I sprinted to my home, praying that it wasn't  the same as the others. All signs of hope vanquished when I saw the two  people lying dead at my feet. My parents. I didn't save them... I  turned around and ran. I knew I'd be dead in minutes, the second they  found me.

I hid myself, waiting  for my killer, hands wrapped around my knees, tears flowing from my  eyes. A dark shadow approached me. It was Ul, her long dark hair blowing  in the harsh wind.

"Are you gonna kill me?" I sob.

"No, I'll make you  strong, keep you safe." She whispers, lifting me up. Ten years later we  work together, killing off the presidents enemies. She's the one person  who thinks of me as strong, powerful.

I snap myself awake. I  won't show people my weakness. From now on I kill. Yes... People will  feel my wrath. I want the world bowing down to my feet...