Who is Aria Camelliston?
Well, for those of you just reading my blogs or just now reading Part 2 of my games, Aria Camelliston is much like the second Katniss Everdeen. Aria plays in the first games I have made, and she begins a rebellion with her love interest, Brandon. The story is a dramatic plot involving relationships and beginning an Uprising against the Capitol that, around 75 years ago, took back Panem. Since then, District 13 has lived on, although the Capitol claims differently when teaching children of the districts of the past and the Uprising. No citizen alive in those times are allowed to speak of it, or they will be punished a death sentence from the Peacekeepers. This blog will be in Aria's POV.
For more intense details and to kind of get inside Aria's head, feel free to check out my Games Part 1.(:
This is Aria's tribute form for quick details if you don't wanna read my Games.;P)
Quick run-up of Aria
Name: Aria Camelliston
Backstory: Used to always be happy, sweet, and caring all the time. She used to be sensitive when she was angry or hurt about something, forgave everyone, and never held grudges. Then one day her mother was killed by a Peacekeeper for inability to do as she was told when she was extremely sick, and her boyfriend believed he had a good reason to, so Aria lost the sweet side she had when she was angry and became ruthless and full of hate when mad, and held grudges forever.
Appearance: Beautiful, brown hair,with blonde and copper-like highlights, very distinctive bright blue eyes, tanned skin, thin, petite body
Personality: Sweet, fun, good sense of humor when happy ; rude and thoughtless when angry, very close to her older brother
Weapon: Bows and arrows
Strengths: Great arm for throwing or swinging, flexible, good swimmer, adrenaline rush that makes her incredibly strong and ruthless when extremely angry, beauty causes the power to seem innocent and sweet to reel people in to trust and fall for her , trained with bow and arrows since age 5 by older brother, strong-willed, risk-taking
Weaknesses: HEIGHTS, very tight spaces, her family being hurt
Token: A small blue ribbon that belonged to her mother .
Strategy: Befriend careers, betray, and kill one by one in sleep for several nights, hint at who is next by giving a small cut on their arm ; fake own injury to keep suspicion of who is doing it from her. Keep a few with until end of games.
The Life of Aria Camelliston
I was born on June 5th in the year of the 141st Hunger Games. My mother's name was Amelia Camelliston, and my father is Adam Camelliston. I have a brother that was born two years before me (in the year of the 139th Hunger Games) on May 18th, named Aiden. We are the wealthiest family in District 2, as my father is the mayor. Growing up, I got the best education and most friends in my grade at school. When I turned 5, my father and mother sat me down to talk to me. They explained that I needed to be prepaired for the Hunger Games when I got older, because I was so likely to be chosen in the case it was rigged for the mayor's children. I was worried when they told me, but my brother expalined that he would train me. He was 7. When we began training, my weapon of interest, my first choice, was the bow and arrow. I picked it up and shot a perfect bullseye to the heart of the practice dummy my brother put out for me. He and my father were amazed at such natural talent, and he had spoken with my mother later that night about how much I was seeming like Katniss Everdeen. I had learned about her in school, and she and Peeta Mellark had tricked the Capitol and overtaken Panem. It amazed us all at five years old, naturally, but most others looked down upon them until we were older. I had found it interesting and impressive of them.
Her Mother's Death
Throughout my high-class living before the 157th Hunger Games, we had eaten dinner and visited president Coriolanus Snow II and his granddaughter Esorelleia several times. The Capitol is a very beautiful, intricate place. When my brother was playing "The Hunger Games" with his friends that were children belonging to Capitol workers, Ezzy and I sat in her room discussing the Rebellion of the 75th Hunger Games. We both hated the way Panem was towards the lesser districts. We had gone through for our father (and grandfather's) purposes before, of course, and seen how horrible life was.
When I turned 12, my mother grew extremely sick. Over the next two years, she grew helpless and couldn't move. She was outside working on the Hub to make some repairs to it. She fell to the ground and couldn't stand up. She was told to get up and keep working, but she refused, for she physically couldn't. The peacekeeper then began whipping her, and wouldn't stop. Because she was already sick, she was dying. I was 14, and my boyfriend and I had ran outside when we saw my mother. I started screaming.
"NO! STOP! SHE'S SICK, SHE CAN'T WORK!" I yelled at least a million times, and ran to grab the Peacekeeper, my boyfriend stopped me and pulled me back.
"Aria! Don't touch my father, your mother was doing wrong! HE HAS COMPLETE RIGHTS!" He yelled. The last whip he made after that killed my mother.
I was in an outrage.
"MY FATHER IS THE MAYOR! HE CAN KILL YOU! HE WILL HAVE YOU TORTURED! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE!" I was screaming and ran at him, only to have my brother, Aiden, grab me and hold me.
"Noo. Stop. Stop it, Aria." He said as he blocked me. I burst out crying and he held me tight, crying with me.
My father came out and saw her. He was yelling at the Peacekeeper and demanding to know what he had done. While they spoke, my brother and I walked over to my mom. We had calmed down.
I held out a trembling hand and caressed her hair, when my fingers found her blue ribbon still in her hair. I pulled in out, and held it to my chest while crying. My boyfriend pulled me up and slapped me across the face.
"Stop! My father was doing his job while your mother disobeyed! She deserved to die!" He hissed. He was 16. Two years older than me. I drop kicked and beat him nearly to death. My brother found out he slapped me and left him a few broken bones. The next day, I moarned all day, tying my mother's ribbon in my hair. There would be no ceremony because she had died of punishment. I was out by a creek when Brandon came to soothe me.
"Shh... it's okay.. it's okay.. don't cry." He told me. I only saw him at school, but he cared. So I cried to him. I told him everything, and he just calmed me down. He began to hold my hand. He kissed my forehead a few times. I felt.. strange. I thought it was brotherly gestures, but I... I didn't feel like he should be like my brother. I just didn't quite know what I wanted him to be.
I then swore to myself, right then, right there, that day that I should trust no one. I began holding grudges and becoming ruthless with words when I was angry.
I dressed in my best formal attire. A white dress with lace at the chest and sleeves, a white and silver flower belt, and lace over the dress material at the bottom. My earrings were two golden mockingjays (I hoped no one would notice) , a sammon-like pink colored ballet flats with flowers on the tops, and a black bow with flowers on it. I was probably the best dressed female there. I hid the mockingjay pin that I had by putting my long hair on my shoulder.
I sat in the front with my friends and waited for them to call the Female tribute. I squrmed in my seat. This was the year I was planning on volunteering and thinking up a rebellion plan.
"This year's female tribute for the 157th Anuual Hunger Games is...Maybelle Jessens!" Ella Trinket's voice chimed over the speaker. The 12-year-old began crying and walked to the stage with fear.
I swallowed and stood up.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I cry, and everyone turns to look at me. No one else volunteered anymore, really. At least- it was very rare. My friends gasped.
"No Aria!" Amanda whispered.
The girl ran off the stage and hugged me, and whispered thank you. Then she ran to her seat and her friends began hugging her.
"Oh... hmm, my. Well, okay then!" Ella's voice says. I walk to the stage.
"This year's District 2 female Tribute, Aria Camelliston!" She cries. She knew my name. Many people in the Capitol knew it as well.
"Now for the boy." she draws a name from the bowl.
"Brandon Blackfin!" She cries. He half walks/half runs to the stage. We stare at each other in horror for a moment. We haven't talked in two years. "And now we have to kill each other." I thought to myself.
But I was wrong.
And the 157th Hunger Games prooved that for me.