Pandora Bluett

A child of the Rebellion, Pandora Bluett is apart of the uprising against the Capitol in hopes of a newfound peace among Panem's citizens.

District Four
A seagull hops over the quay as if too lazy to spread its white-grey wings. Pandora admires its yellow beak, though the way it droops downward to a point puts her in mind of a witch. She imagines the pointed end to be like the nose and the beady eyes to be conjuring dark spells. She watches as children do, with that look of love and awe. Her eyes stay with the bird, the beating wings capturing her mind in the most calming of ways, the same way soft waves on the beach do. It's as if she's in love with nature, with life itself. Pandora giggles at her own imagination and wanders after the bird, flapping her arms and wiggling as she walks. A young child from Four, tasked with weaving baskets at the age of three. Her father, a peacekeeper, frequently left on trips to many Districts, only for him to return with stories. Pandora always enjoyed the stories he'd share before tucking her into bed. They always intrigued the young girl about the other children just like her, but living in different Districts. Her brown hues full of curiosity over the mysterious District Thirteen.

Public Execution of Her Father
A petite stature shadowed behind a shaky woman. Unable to figure out the reasoning behind all the cameras and crew from persons Pandora had only seen on television. Their clothes were things only she could have seen in a dream.

Her mother's hand warmly wrapped around her back as the little girl stood halfway behind the woman. Her pupils watching the men and woman in white uniforms, the peacekeepers, surround around the citizens. Pandora didn't know herself but everyone was made to watch. It was a clear message from the Capitol, they will not be humiliated nor betrayed by their own. Yet, it was disregarded by the young girl who had little exposure to the Capitols citizens.

The utter presence of their uniforms caused Pandora to cling to her mother tighter. A shriek escaped her mother's lips, catching her attention that her father is being dragged onto a platform. Pandora focused on the surrounding cameramen, their eyes glued on the scene unraveling before them. The peacekeepers—drawn in completely white—stood with their faces forward as if they were also forced to watch. The girl caught sight of a young peacekeeper wincing. As Pandora turned her attention over to find the root of his discomfort, she let out a whimper and a plea for her father.

That morning replayed in her mind; her bedroom door swiftly opening to reveal her mother peeking in covering up the fact her father had not made it home last night. She explained how her Papa was only working late and not to worry. At four years old, the young girl didn't pay attention to the slightest deviation of any questions the young girl tried asking; the hesitation in her voice; or the overall urgency for her to go back to sleep.

All that filled her ears were the constant pleads screamed by her mother. The usual calmness ceasing at the situation. She pleaded for Pandora to be given mercy from watching her father's death. The peacekeeper seemed hesitant, but didn't pull the young girl from her mother. Shielded from the gruesome screams the crowd produced as a gunshot was heard.

As simple as a bullet.

District Thirteen
Proceeding the events of Jonathan Bluett's execution, her mother and Pandora fled to District Thirteen. Since then, Pandora and her mother were given a top level room with a window. Their father had planned and told the rebels a few days prior of their future plans to join Thirteen in fear for Pandora's life and the Hunger Games. Her father, an informant, had left them a note upon their arrival. Soon Pandora's sun dresses were replaced with grey jumpsuits with a tag "Bluett" sewn on the front. Madeline Bluett and Pandora began their lives in Thirteen, contributing in the kitchen and helping where she was needed.

Even while attending school, Thirteen found the little child to be of great need. She ended up skipping grades, as she seemed to pass with flying colors. By the time, she joined Thirteens ranks, they found she was surely too innocent for war. Pandora still trained, but she still internally refused to kill another. Thirteen chose to began training her in airing carious propaganda, and various other technology.

Clockwork
Reserved for Group Events.

Significant Relationships

 * Cora Cane
 * Lukas Blair
 * Mikael Orimura

Memorabilia
Seashell necklace from her mother.


 * Despite most not seeing it, Pandora always wears it under her uniform and she found comfort in it during her stay in the Capitol. She believed the Capitol did one thing right and they didn't take the one thing that reminded her of home from her. (unless a capitol wants to hc ripping it from her ;) )

Personality
Pandora believes herself she is innocent despite the actions she has clearly made against the Capitol. She can be pretty resilient and naive. She lets her anger take control during a fight, choosing based on emotion rather than ability. She’s also has become quite hushed, not speaking quite as openly as before, keeping a lower voice. She has a tendency to ramble when she does speak. The injury on her throat took a toll on her, still leaving a bruise that took months to completely heal her vocal cords. At the same time, Pandora is more open and welcoming to those joining the Rebellion than others. She won’t hesitate to give them a tour or show them around. That is all dependable on whether or not Pandora has a negative experience with them in the past.

Death hahaha jk unless...
That was it. An eery silence rang in her ears, all  she heard was her fading heart beat.

The Capitol had gotten to the whole Bluett family. Starting with her mother getting reaped and then her father's public execution. It was like it was all planned out, only they had lost the location of the young girl. Even taking the girl in their own clutches, whipping her, publicly torturing her. Not that she was even thirteen years old. A twelve year old girl. A child. The only reasonings was she was of age for the reaping.

Only was it that another young girl would die in the hands of the Capitol. Another innocent in her own eyes, yet she did multiple acts of treason against the Capitol. To Pandora the Rebellion was her family, some of them were closer than others but they still cared for each other. It didn't matter that she was younger or had little experience fighting. Lyss and Pandora has become quick friends, always prancing the citizens of Thirteen.

It was the silent breeze that blew by as the child fell into Lukas’ arms. Her figure pale and cradled by his arms as he desperately grasped her. “It’s gonna be ok. Baby, just keep your eyes open,” his voice trembled and was overwritten by the cries of Pandora. “I-I love you." she weakly spoke. Her hands grasping onto him as if she was holding onto a branch over a cliff. The nudge of others as they wanted to help. Tears spilled down her soft cheeks, she wasn’t afraid of dying. She was afraid of being alone. The Rebellion was her family.  Flickering her eyes, staring up at everyone, maybe they would understand the pain she felt. She didn’t hate that she’s finally meet her birth parents but, she’d never get to live a full life with her new family, the one fighting for her.

In that moment, Pandora let herself go, falling limp in the only full parent-figure who hadn't died at the hands of the Capitol. There had been a sense of hope that when she passed it would affect at least a few of the Capitols and the Rebels.

(I replaced Metias with Lukas to make it easier sorry Cora)

Trivia

 * Her middle name is a nod to Annie's Purity Wars character Azaria Lawrencium which is also Nephele's last name
 * Pandora barely remembers leaving Thirteen and frequently has night terrors over her fathers execution
 * She used to sneak watch the Hunger Games in Thirteen
 * She has no known specialization in Thirteen, but she was only allowed to join Thirteen's rank early from her intellect and skipping grades.