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Prefers to be called Seraph
Gender Female
Sexual Orientation Straight
Love Interest None
Age 21
Personality Seraphina is a strong, solid person, moved by very little beyond fashion. She takes her work very seriously and is determined for it to outshine all others. She has little patience for a lot of the typical flighty behavior in the Capitol, although she isn't one to avoid indulging in luxury. She loves the finer things and despises filth or anything of less than perfect quality. She is a perfectionist and will often ignore her own health when she loses herself in her work. Her one vice is that she loves listening to the conversations around her, never to gossip, but to know things others don't. She loves the freedom that comes with being near the top of the ladder, and has no designs on moving either downward or upward, believing herself to be in the absolute best position for what she wants; to do her work, be treated with the utmost respect, and never to worry about a thing. She had no illusions as to what would happen should she try to better her station; those who try often fail, and she has no desire to end up hiding in a back alley, selling her work from a decrepit shop front, or worse, end up like her mother. In reality, she's rather shrewd, and knows all too well how quickly things can go bad. She considers her entire reality a joke, but one she'd happy to take part in if it keeps her fed, clean, and surrounded by pretty things. She plays the part assigned to her, hating and loving it all at once.
History Seraphina's early history is rather typical of the Capitol. She was raised in a realm of luxury, and had very few worries as a child. Her mother, a designer, taught her to draw and sew from a young age, for no reason other than to keep the child busy and out of her hair. Seraph, for her part, loved clothes, and fabrics and designing, and threw herself into the hobby, caring to do little else from her early teens onward. When she was 16, her mother took part in actions that were considered less than appropriate within the Capitol, though Seraph never knew what they were, and was made an Avox. Her father would never share what it was that her mother had done, but Seraph suspected she may have spoken out against the Capitol in favor of the Districts, something that was considered the height of treason. To this day, she believes her mother's distant behavior was due to her involvement in some sort of rebellion. Out of fear, Seraph threw herself into her work, and she has now attained the esteemed title of stylist for the Games, and understands why only the best ever get the opportunity. The state of her subjects is abhorrent to her, but she takes it upon herself to do all she can to clean them up and make them as presentable, and even beautiful, as possible. When she sees her finished product and recalls how the tributes looked before she began, she allows herself a moment of pride. She has a competitive streak and finds herself incredibly invested in her tributes, rarely bothering to pay attention to the Games if and when they die.
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I enjoy
✓ Eavesdropping
✓ Fashion
✓ My work
✓ The Games
I love
✓ Silk, satin, any truly fine fabric
✓ Angel food cake
I despise
✘ Dirt and filth
✘ Last season's looks
✘ How utterly wretched the tributes always are when I meet them
✘ When my tributes die
I fear
✘ Being covered in dirt... or mud... or anything else disgusting
✘ Losing my station in the uncertain capitol hierarchy.
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Theme Song Everybody's Fool
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