The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

District Ten Female: Odessa Black

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

Name: Odessa Black

Age: 10

Gender: Female

District: 10

Physical Description:  Odessa has fair skin, and bright blue eyes. Her hair is black and goes  down to her waist. She usually prefers to wear her hair down, but  sometimes she wears it in a braid.

Personality: Odessa is  sweet and kind hearted. She is scared of her own shadow and cringes at  the thought of death and pain. Odessa carries an air of innocence. No  matter how bad things get, Odessa is always hopeful that things will get  better. Odessa always refuses to let anyone rain on her parade.

Craft: She cleans the rooms at the mental institution.

Skills: She has swift legs, and can throw with strength. She is clever and friendly, so she can make allies.

Weapon of Choice: Throwing knives.

Token: A bracelet her older sister Anya gave her.

Backstory: When Odessa  was seven, she was diagnosed with a mental illness. Normally, Odessa is a  normal little girl, but due to a problem in her brain occasionally she  can fly into a blind rage, attacking people. This has happened three  times in her whole life. Knowing she might kill someone in a rage if not  controlled, her parents shipped her off to the D10 mental asylum. In  the mental asylum, Odessa always tried to look on the bright side of  things. Sometimes her older sister Anya, Odessa's hero, idol, and role  model, would visit and bring Odessa presents. One of these presents  became Odessa's token. Odessa's greatest fear is of hurting someone she  loves while in a rage.

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Odessa Black: District Ten

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I rushed to get to the  reaping in time. A pang hit me when I saw how...poor, I looked compared  to the others. District 10 is not known for its wealth, but compared to  everyone else in the clearing, I'm wearing rags. 

Its not my fault for what I'm wearing, we barely get an outfits at the asylum, but I still feel self conscious about it.

The escort piped on and  on about how great these Games will be, but I couldn't pay attention. I  was too busy trying to hide how scared I was of the reaping. After all, I  wasn't even twelve. I shouldn't have my name in the bowl yet.

"And now, for our female tribute is," Her accent is so thick and silly I almost giggle. 

"Odessa Black." My heart almost stopped. 

Trying my hardest to be  brave, I struggled to keep my expression clear and walked onto the  stage. All the while, trying to hide the fact that I haven't been this  scared since my parents first sent me away to the asylum.

My gaze sought out  Anya's face. More than anything, I wanted to know what my big sister  thought of this. To my secret pleasure, she was clearly distressed and  her eyes were fixated on me.

The whole audience wore  an expression of sadness but relief. Of course. They were relieved that  they had not been chosen (the girls were, anyway) but the crowd was  upset that a ten year old got chosen. 

Even the escort was  upset with a little girl being reaped. At least she appeared to be. Then  again, in her case it was more likely that she was disappointed  District Ten's girl tribute wouldn't be a bloody killer.

But she was wrong. I  didn't want to kill. I didn't even want to hurt anyone. But I couldn't  help it. I had no control over whether I killed or not. 

All those faces staring  at me, from the square or from their television miles away, had  absolutely no clue that at any moment the girl they were staring at  could turn into a monster.