The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Capitol Female: Violet Montgomery

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

Name: Violet Montgomery

Age: 15

Gender: Female

District: Capitol

Physical Appearance: She  simply adores the color purple, which is fitting, considering it is her  name. Her eyes are a bright plum color, which are permanently lined  with black eyeliner. Her wavy hair is lavender, with light pink swirled  into it. She is extremely short for her age, barely standing five feet  tall. She is petite, with a slim, athletic built body.

Personality: Violet is  impulsive and dangerous, going to all lengths to ensure that people  believe what she says. She had never been one to care about other  peoples opinions- she would much rather just do what she wants. She has  enough confidence for the entire Capitol, and isn't afraid of anything.  She thinks that you miss out in life by being to scared to open your  mouth. Another thing about Violet is you can never get her to shut up.  Whether it is about the clouds, or Snickerdoodles, she will talk and  talk..and talk. She is also super protective of people that she cares  about, and blames herself when something bad happens.

Craft: She is an artist.  Or she thinks she is. She can paint anything, and you would think you  are staring at a photograph. You can tell what kind of mood she is in  when she paints- bright colors mean she is upset and dark colors mean  she is in a great mood (She is a little mixed up, alright?!)

Skills: She is tiny,  which allows her to hide without anyone seeing her. She is also  incredibly agile, and can be extremely quiet when moving. Her best skill  would be that she can talk most people into doing whatever she wants.  All she has to do is bat her eyes, and people melt.

Weapon: Just a regular sword. She dreams of having one that is covered in amethyst gems on the handle.

District Token: A silver  locket, encrusted with bright purple gems. She never let anyone see  what was inside of it, but there is a picture of her and her brother.

Back-Story: She lived a  great life, always smiling, never caring. She never had to deal with  anything bad happening to her. She had caring parents and siblings from  the Heavens. Her life was perfect. It wasn't until she turned 13 when  she noticed Alec (brother) was becoming more and more depressed, angry  and hostile. Things started to become strained in her house, and when  she turned 14, her parents finally decided they needed to do something  about it. They decided to send him to a special facility, one where he  could get better. When he found out about it, it turned him absolutely  mad, and he killed his parents and twin sister.

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Violet Montgomery: Capitol

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"Will you all just get  the hell out of my way?" I snapped, but the words were lost in the sea  of voices that surrounded me. Annoyed, I just pushed way through the  crowd, my nose filled with the smell of thousands of different perfumes,  all with the same purpose. Color surrounded me, bright pinks and grassy  greens. The color scheme made sense. Bright colors were supposed to  represent the colors of mourning, and sadness. At least, that's what I  thought.

So lost in the thoughts  of my next masterpiece, I didn't even notice Liliana slip into the gap  next to me. "Wonder who will be the next two victims." She commented,  and a faint grin curled onto my face.

"You know, that isn't  funny." I warned her, breaking out into a smile. She looked gorgeous, as  usual. Her golden brown hair was tied into a tight bun on her head, her  bright blue eyes shining with the specks of dark green. She was wearing  a short blue dress, one with a high neckline and ruffles.

Her appearance made me  glance down at my own reflection hesitantly. It was a bright purple  color that was short, with a low neckline. My lavender hair was tied  into a tight fishtail, and the whitish highlights that I recently added  shone in the sun. Wearing black heels, I was attempting to gain a few  more inches. I knew eight year olds taller than I was.

Liliana punched me  lightly. "Stop staring at yourself and listen!" She hissed, and it  suddenly dawned on me that someone was speaking. She was an odd looking  woman, with bright yellow hair and a dark blue suit.

"Aren't you all just  delighted?" She squealed, revealing a high pitched voice that resembled  nails on a chalkboard. "I know I am!" She excitedly walked over to the  glass jar that held the names, her heels clacking against the stage.

She put her hand into  the jar, but took it out seconds later, without a slip of paper. "You  know," She said, earning a round of groans from the audience. "In all  these Reapings, the girls always get called first. Always."

I rolled my eyes. "Well what else do you want to do?" I asked, quiet enough that she couldn't hear me.

"Well." She announced,  clacking over to the glass bowl on the opposite side of the stage."I am  going to do it differently." Dipping her manicured hand into the bowl,  she pulled out a slip of paper, and I half expected another speech  before she read the name.

"The male Tribute is-"  The name was barely out of her mouth when a boy spoke up, Volunteering.  My head snapped to the sight of the boy, who was walking towards the  stage with a controlled sadness. His face was twisted up into a smile,  but his watery blue eyes reflected sadness, like he just lost something.

Once he was on the  stage, I watched the other glass bowl, the sun catching on it,  momentarily blinding me. "What kind of an idiot Volunteers?" Liliana  snorted beside me, but a protective feeling washed over me.

"Maybe he thought it was  his only choice." I mumbled, ignoring what the boy was saying. Liliana  laughed at me, assuming I was joking.

When she realized I was  serious, she rolled her eyes. "Seriously, it would be stupid to  Volunteer for these kinds of things. Instant death."

I raised my eyebrow at  her, watching her. "So you think that you or I would die the first day  in the Arena?" I questioned, anger filling my body.

She nodded. "You don't have it in you." We snapped our attention to the stage as the female was picked out of the jar.

"Harriet Lauren!" She  announced, searching the crowd. The name was unknown to me, but Lilian's  words still managed to dig a hole into my heart.

Ripping my best friend's  arm off of mine, I took a step forward. "Still don't think I have it in  me?" I questioned, talking another step forward.

Raising my hand, I twisted my face into a grin. "I Volunteer."