A tawny brown.Hair:
Medium brown with natural highlights. Reaches mid back with a natural wave to it.Skin tone:
Light tanDistinguishing Marks:
Thin but neatly healed scars all over her back.Physical Description:
Diamond is on the taller side and is easily described as both athletic and curvy. She is considered quite the heart-breaker in her district with many suitors seeking her father's favor hoping to marry her since to them she represents both the inherent strength and beauty of her namesake. She rarely smiles or laughs genuinely though few are able to tell.Likes:
Quiet moments alone (she doesn't get many), dancing, working with her hands to make something useful or beautiful, freedom, oranges. Finely crafted knives.Dislikes:
Being watched, her parents, those in power, having her hand forced, intense heat.Fears:
Nothing! ...at least that's what she'll tell you. Really she fears turning out like her family or those in the Capital, being restrained, marriage, and fire (as in an out of control fire, not a camp fire or small flame).Personality:
Diamond is fierce, commanding, unafraid, and utterly ruthless... all because she has to be. Outwardly, she is good at playing up whichever attributes she feels best suits the moment, however, most often she appears somewhat cold and aloof, choosing to keep to herself. It is easy to assume she is more than a little arrogant, vain, conceited and even dimwitted but really, more than anything, Diamond is cautious and observant. A life under her parents thumb and the watchful gaze of her District has taught her to purge all weakness or hide it like hell.History:
Flawless. That's what her father called her. He'd raised her to be his flawless Diamond, the one that would keep their family in the limelight while others faded away. There was never any question that she would volunteer to be tribute at some point and that she would come away a victor, nevermind the fact that she hadn't wanted that for herself. She would do it because her family demanded it of her and that was that.
Diamond was born in District 1 to a wealthy family. Her father had been a Victor some years ago and with the fame and fortune his survival guaranteed him came a life of privilege and comfort and yet there too was an odd sense of duty. Her father felt that as a victor he was expected, no, needed to produce a victor in the next generation for his family and his district. He had four children, three boys and one girl, and each was trained to be the very picture of perfection. They would be prime specimens of physical prowess while also maintaining the shiny veneer of a wealthy family.
Diamond, despite being the youngest, was pushed just as hard as her brothers if not more so. She attended the required schooling and learned all the necessary skills that would allow her to smoothly transition to the workforce when she needed to to keep up appearances. Of course, with her father still living and her mother the Mayor's daughter, it was unlikely she would need to any time soon. Still, Diamond liked the quiet times she spent creating something that would later be used or admired. In her off time she practiced her hand to hand combat techniques and found a particular skill with throwing knives and short blades. She was not allowed to indulge in any mischief and frivolous pastimes were shunned in favor of “practicing”. Under her father's rigid demands she quickly learned to be what he expected and nothing less or suffer punishment.
Like her brothers before her, once Diamond was of age she entered the pool of potential tributes, the selection process being a bit different in their district since many chose to volunteer. It was decided before hand that she was one of their strongest candidates and that she would claim the female spot in her last year of eligibility. Though she didn't want to, she knew her life would be a living hell (or ended outright) if she refused to volunteer so when the time came she stepped forward and did as she was told.
Diamond now views the games as a way out. She figures she will either emerge the victor and be free of her father's nearly abusive control (nevermind that she will assuredly become a puppet of the Capital) or she will die in the arena and forever be beyond his grasp. Her desire to live and truly know freedom (or what passes for it these days) drives her. Something inside of her will not let her just lay down and die so she will fight, and she will win... one way or another.