OISEAU, vol hibou

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VOL HIBOU OISEAU ?!
'i've made my mistakes. i've seen my heart cave in. i've got my scars. i've been to hell and back again.'

FULL NAME Vol Hibou Oiseau
NICKNAMES None. You can't really make Vol much shorter.
AGE 21
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY April 1
SPECIES Shapeshifter (Snowy Owl)
ALLIANCE Neutral (she really doesn't care about the war, as long as she turns out fine in the end)
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Yvonne Strahovski
EYES Grey, Average
HAIR Blonde, Shoulder length, Depends on what she decdes to do with it. She'll either curl it or straighten it.
BODY TYPE Slender but muscular. She is very strong.
HEIGHT 5'8"
WEIGHT 130
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES First piercings. Her body is etched with scars, telling the stories of her past.
STYLE She wears a lot of black and will nomrally wear a moderate amount of make-up. Eyeliner, mascara, the occasional suggestion of eyeshadow, and maybe some lipgloss. She usually wears heels. She tends to dress up a bit, but not too much.

LIKES

• Knives
  
• Guns
  
• Switchfoot
  
• Flying
  
• Spying
  
• Undercover work
  
• Rabbits (They're yummy)
  
• Beating people up (particularly guys. Just cause.)
  
• Missions
  
• Out smarting people (she does that a lot...)
  

DISLIKES

• Idiots
  
• Doing girly things (she doesn't mind dressing up girly, though, if the situation calls for it)
  
• Goody two shoes
  
• People who think their perfect
  
• Drunks (mainly because they're idiots)
  
• Girly Girls
  
• People who refuse to get their hands dirty
  
• People who treat her like a girly girl
  
• Flirts
  
• Jerks
  

STRENGTHS

• Dealing with weapons
  
• STEALTH
  
• Intelligence
  
• She can fly...
  

WEAKNESSES

• She can't cook...
  
• Short tempered
  
• Goes by the saying "it's easier to ask forgivness than permission."
  
• She can have pride issues...
  

HABITS

• Shooting/Stabbing things
  
• Tends to hum a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was little.
  
• Keeps secrets, sometimes too many
  

FEARS

• Major failure
  
• Falling in love (now that there's uncharted territory.)
  
• Her past
  

DESIRES

• Adventure
  

SECRETS

• She has numerous secrets, but her personal secret is her past.
  

OVERALL
Vol is a very violent girl. She likes guns, knives, and basically anything that can hurt someone. She isn't compassionate and hasn't shown her true emotions in a very long time. She hates feeling vulnerable and would only put herself in a situation that called for her to be so if she trusted the person. So far, her brother's the only person she's ever trusted. Vol has never been a people person. At least, not when she was herself. She can have pretty much personality he needs to when she's undercover. If you're asking her to act like something she hates, be prepared to either be turned down or pay a whole lot extra. Vol can't stand idiots. She's very intelligent and therefore hates it when people lack common sense, also explaining why she hates drunks. She's not exactly the friendliest person in the world, in case you haven't noticed. She's also likely to hold grudges, if her enemies survive long enough, that is.

Vol is extremely protective of her brother. She basically investigates everyone he hangs out with and makes sure that they are worthy. She holds her brother in very high esteem, mainly because she really doesn't know what she would do without him. She can tell him anything and he's the only person that she can actually trust. Even around him she doesn't show her emotions. Part of the reason is that she still doesn't trust him completely like she used to. She's seen some of the things he can get himself into. Really, he's only alive because of her. Despite the fact that Vol is younger than her brother, she's the one who takes care of him instead of the other way around.

MOTHER Carrie Lina Oiseau (deceased)
FATHER Dray Joseph Oiseau (deceased)
SIBLINGS Flood Eau Oiseau (brother, alive)
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Morgan Jones - she hates him
ETHNICITY French, Caucasian. She has no accent. Her parents left France when she was born.
WEALTH STATUS Fairly wealthy. She makes quite a bit as a spy/thief/assassin for hire.
OVERALL
Vol was born in Paris, France only a few months before her parents left for America. She basically grew up in the middle of nowhere with her brother and parents. She went to school, but otherwise had no interaction with the outside world.

Not long after they moved to the states, Dray Oiseau was up to his elbows in trouble. When he couldn't get the job he'd planned to, he began gambling. With it came drinking, smoking, and other drug use. There wasn't a night that Vol can remember when he didn't come home drunk. He would go into a rage and abuse his family. It started to get much worse when Vol turned twelve. Her father began to take most of his rage out on her. Mainly because she wouldn't cooperate. He beat her, took advantage of her. Some of the things that he did to her are too horrible to repeat.

One night, when Vol's father was particularly drunk, Carrie Oiseau tried foolishly to stop him. She didn't live to see the next day. The worst part is, Dray used Vol and Flood to hide what he'd done once he sobered up. He forced them to help hide her in a back wall. He spent hours smoking in the room that his wife was buried in just to mask the scent of decaying flesh. The abuse continued until Dray turned to Flood, when Vol was fourteen.

That was when Vol killed her first target. Too busy with Flood, Dray didn't notice his daughter run to the kitchen and pull a steak knife from one of the drawers and sneak up behind him. All it took were arms wrapped around the neck and a little slip of the hand. The pair of siblings were on their own. And they liked it very much that way.

Vol had always known that her brother was a merman. They'd always told each other everything. It took a while before she discovered that she was a shapeshifter, though. She knew that becoming a smaller animal like a snowy owl would be more painful than something a bit larger, but that's exactly why she took it. She knew she could endure it.

The two finished high school the same year, with Vol skipping a couple grades. After high school, they went to college on full scholarship. Vol ended up getting her license to kill just as the war broke out.

She now works as a spy, thief, and assassin for hire, now that the government has pretty much no power.

NAME/ALIAS Cassie
AGE 15
TIME ZONE Eastern
HOW YOU FOUND US Hound~
OTHER CHARACTERS Workin' on Flood.
RP SAMPLE
(A post I did for a Hunger Games RP that died all too quickly:/)

Normally people dreaded having their name called. Well, in District Four, as well as a selection of other districts, it was a bit different. You knew a Career would take your place. But turning down that Career? You had to be insane. Or completely underestimated and ready to prove yourself to the world, knowing you'd stand a fighting chance, despite what anyone else may think. Aquarius Troy Brooks was the latter.

He heard the rustle of papers as the escort for his district dug down deep into the ball of the boys' names.

Aquarius Brooks, District Four!

Aquarius fought down a sly grin, and made himself walk stone-faced up to the platform. He forced himself to stumble multiple times until helpful hands from the crowd guided him along. He hated it. But it was all part of the plan. This was what he had been waiting for, his last chance to prove himself. Despite his top-notch trident and fishing skills, people just couldn't see past his sightless eyes. He secretly wished he could listen to the silence as they all gawked at their T.V.'s, watching him rise to the top.

I'll take his place!" a husky, strong voice boomed from the crowd. A soft noise came from the escort as she no doubt opened her mouth to say something.

No," Aquarius interrupted, making himself sound sad and depressed. "I want to go," he murmured. The audience gasped, genuinely shocked, and he said nothing else. The escort was speechless for a moment, then stuttered as she spoke.

A-Alright. Um... It looks like Aquarius Brooks is still the tribute for District Four!" she said as cheerfully as she could for her shocked state.

He would later explain to the nation that he was depressed and wanted to die, but that he would still try his best. He would say that he knew he wouldn't win. And then he would blow them all away.

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Aquarius fumbled with his shoelaces as he tied them messily. He'd never had a need for shoes up until now. Up until the Capitol had forced him to. Shoes would just make it harder to feel the terrain and the vibrations he felt in the ground. He knew he would rip the coverings off as soon as that voice spoke.

The young man went through the district tributes in his head. He'd learned not to underestimate anyone, and that size didn't matter in the slightest. Neither did strength. Sure, those things were nice, but it was all about how you played the mind game. You could be the strongest person in the games and die because you walked into a trap. At least you had a better chance of surviving the initial bloodbath.

Out of all the tributes, Aquarius had to pick Dexter LaReaux as his biggest threat. Not because the guy was born blind and had senses like him. No, he didn't believe that so much. Nine years of seeing afterward had no doubt taken a bit of the edge off his other four senses. Not to mention Aquarius had had nine more years than Dexter to sharpen his. No, it wasn't that Dexter may have heightened senses like himself. It was the fact that the young man would know that Aquarius had them. His most powerful weapon would be useless against this Dexter.

Aquarius lifted his head as he heard the escort's footsteps down the hall.

"Are you ready, my dear Aquarius?" she cooed. Aquarius wasn't a fan of all the sugar in her voice. It made him want to go brush his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with, alright?" he snapped. He wasn't always this grumpy, but, under the circumstances, he let himself be a bit irritable. He stood, and the escort guided him out of the room. Not that he needed her too. He hadn't even shown her his true colors. He showed her what he'd shown everyone else. He wanted to be a complete surprise.

Show time... he thought.

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As he was lifted up into the arena, Aquarius caught numerous scents and sounds, but he also caught the faint scent of dried meat, fruits, and vegetables. He took in a larger whiff of air and caught what he thought was bread that was no doubt getting more stale by the minute. He carefully pinpointed the direction it was coming from and approximately how far away from him it was. The Cornucopia. He would wait here and take these awful boots off, then, after he heard fewer heartbeats and less commotion, he would go in and see what he could find.

If Aquarius listened carefully, he could hear the other tributes fidgeting around him. Above that, twenty-three booming, racing heartbeats. Normally they weren't that loud, but the adrenaline that rushed through the veins of his fellow competitors changed that. He felt his own heart speed up a bit, knowing that the chances of him winning were only one in twenty-four. Then again, that was the same for anyone here. And someone had to win.

Let the games begin, Aquarius thought, emptying his lungs of all the nervous air that filled them. His thoughts were echoed on the loudspeaker almost immediately after.

Let the games begin!

[ALLY]