Alilune Blaire Lovelace

"'I am tired of being their Aphrodite. I do not belong to them!' - Alilune Delacour."

Early Life
Alilune was born under the moonlight in District 8 to her Mother, Clementine, and her Father, Quillen. Her twin brother, December, was born three hours after her; and while his first gaze was upon the sunrise, her's was upon the moon. Their district being the one of textile production, her mother was a seamstress and her father was the district doctor, So she not only got an education in textile design, but herbal medicine as well - and Alilune was a gifted artist. From a young age she was able to conceptualize and plan patterns and shapes, and her parents cultivated that talent, letting it grow and blossom until she was painting colorful murals on the sides of buildings. District eight might not have been the shiniest part of Panem, but it sure was the brightest. Alilune was brought up alongside her twin brother, December, and she was closer to no one than him. They were practically attached at the hip, and he was her "interpreter." At least, that's what they called it. You see, Alilune had a terrible stutter. She didn't talk much, embarrassed, afraid of the teasing that would ensue when she wouldn't be able to finish a full sentence. So, December spoke for her, and they even learned their own hand language to communicate fluently. He made sure everyone called her by Luna, not Ali. She despised Ali, and he knew it.

Alilune's family had always been anti-games, and everyone in the District knew that. They were outspoken and headstrong, all four of them, even Alilune; who, as she grew older, began to paint protest art in place of her flowery murals. Not that anyone noticed, District 8 was not important enough to deal with. Their family was the heart of the District, the ones that sparked the fire of importance under its dirt. So, when both Alilune and December were chosen to compete in The Games, there was outrage. The District rioted for twelve hours, and it was the first time peacekeepers had been called in to suppress the people.

The Capitol
Alilune and her brother were coveted by The Capitol once the word got out that they were twins - the first twins to be chosen in Panem history. It was all a bit overwhelming for Alilune, though her brother thrived in the limelight, which also made her feel more comfortable. The pair of them were known as The Moon and The Sun, and the Capitol ate that up. The Yin and Yang, the night and day, the pair of siblings stole the hearts of everyone in Panem. The pair of them were dressed in the purity of white, standing out from the dark and intense colors of the other tributes. In fact, the pearls on her tiara glowed and shimmered, matching the ones scattered across her dress. It was meant to be mesmerizing, in fact, the pearls were engineered that way, giving off the iridescent glow that mimicked that of moonstone. Her veil intertwined that purity with her natural air of mystery, which earned her the title of "Our Aphrodite" by Panem's favorite talk show host. When they were interviewed, Some people were thrown off by Alilune's almost-complete silence, but most found it intriguing, and even more heartwarming when December stepped in to explain what her answers would be. Alilune had always been considered 'mysterious', as she rarely spoke if not to murmur a poised yes, which led many to suspicion, but most to intrigue. She was found beautiful in that way, her secrets coveted, and it gave her a powerful hand over the people that would soon be watching her murder her peers. It surprised her, no one had ever taken such a peaked interest in her. Maybe that was because everyone around her knew all the details of her personal life - until now. Alilune got through her individual interview surprisingly well - a simple nod and a sly smile only caused the audience to be drawn in, and when she realized their gaze, she straightened out, flourishing a a little for the first time since her arrival at The Capitol. She had started strong in the training arena, impressing people with paint and chalk. She earned a nine in her private session. By the time the Games rolled around, she felt far more confident than before, especially with December by her side. Going into the games, she even felt a spark of confidence in her chest. She didn't think of the consequences that would come in only a few short days.

The Games
Alilune's arena was...different. It was mountainous, each tribute beginning at the bottom of a mountain. The cornucopia lied at the center of all the mountains, and Luna was glad for the callouses on her palms. When she couldn't see December, she had panicked - at first. Then, however, she remembered her promise to keep calm, and she began to climb. She found herself at the top of her mountain in a matter of minutes, and her hands bled, but she wouldn't feel the wet until later. She tried to spot December at first, and when her eyes landed on him, She abandoned all logic and tumbled down to the cornucopia crater to get to him. On her way, her arm was whipped around, and she found her fist landing a right hook to the face of whoever had tried to grab her. Skidding away, she fell to her knees and grabbed a backpack besides her head before continuing on to find December. They had managed to find each other and she followed him back up the mountain, screaming bloody murder when she suddenly felt the searing pain of the shreds that her palms once were. They traveled for a few hours until they came upon a waterfall, and December leaned down to take a drink; the water made him scream. It had burned the inside of his esophagus, and Alilune spotted the faint smoke coming off of the pool; poison. She began to panic, tears, welling, and she turned to the backpack she had grabbed and began digging through it. Inside, she found: A whip, a pair of gloves, a water filter, and a canteen. She felt the weight of the canteen and opened it, bringing it to her lips - it was milk. milk! She forced the canteen to December's lips and he swallowed, the sting in his throat immediately soothing. Alilune was able to hide the pair of them from opposing tributes by using dirt and the pigment of leaves to draw across their skin, fitting in right along with the gravel and bushes. However, the first time that she went on the radar of The Capitol was when a tribute from District 3 tried to pin her with a spear - Alilune's whip then found its way tightly wound around the other girl's arm, and she yanked until she heard a pop. She was surprised with herself, and so was everyone else - but this did not stop her from getting back to December. Unfortunately for them, however, no one knew what was coming next.

The death of December
December Delacour's death was one of the most disputed and intriguing deaths in Panem history, but not because of the viciousness of the way he died. It was who had killed him. Whether it was an accident or on purpose, no one was ever sure, and no one ever would be - except for Alilune, and now, you. The death was unprecedented, and untimely; and it all happened too quickly for Alilune to process. You see, While Alilune was out hunting, December had been attacked by a group of careers. They left him. ravaged and close to death, an unimaginable pain consuming his mind. By the time Alilune found him, it was too late. All she could do was watch him scream in agony, her mind slowly breaking down as she began to panic. He begged her for death, and she begged him to stop begging, but it was no use. She knew the only way to stop the pain was to kill him, and so, after mustering up her courage, she staked his heart with his knife.

Alilune was numb after that, she didn't bother to go find food. She felt starvation in her ribs, dehydration in her tongue. She hid out until it was only her and three others left, and then two, and then one. When she felt her mind decaying, she stood, and thought it was time to end this. She couldn't take it anymore. She ventured from her safe spot to the mountains again. Tilting her head upwards, she stared up at the mountain, taking a deep breath - when she heard a stick crackle behind her,

Her Victory
Alilune saw the career racing towards her, and a fire if panic exploded in her chest. She was frozen for a moment before she snapped back to reality and began climbing up the mountain, the wounds on her palms reopening as gravel and stone dug into her hands. She screamed, but continued climbing, cutting her cheek on a jagged edge in the process. She managed to throw herself over the top of the cliff and rolled on to her feet, her abdomen aching. She whipped her head around and peered over the edge of the cliff and saw the Career following close behind. Panicking, she turned her head to a boulder and tried to shove it with her shoulder - it was too heavy. After a moment of thinking, she spotted a branch on the ground and forced it under the boulder, pumping it downwards until her arms began to burn. Finally, the boulder pushed itself off the branch and rolled off of the edge, catching the Career in its path. Alilune flinched when she heard the crash at the bottom of the mountain, and slowly sat, her muscles aching. Then, there, at the end of the Games, Alilune wept.

Life as a Victor
Alilune was only a victor in the limelight for two short years, but it was agonizingly taxing. For the first time, Alilune was overwhelmed with questions that she couldn't answer - there was no one there to help her. She figured it was best to just keep quiet than try to stutter her way through an answer (especially with the fact that her stutter had gotten considerably worse after December's death). The victory tour was tough, but she managed with hours of practice to speak through her lines free of a stutter, only a slip up here or there. Her first Victory ball at the Capitol was when Alilune met Mikael Orimura, and she didn't know yet the impact that he would soon have on her life.

Reputation
Alilune's reputation was heavily disputed by not only the Capitol, but the Districts as well. Each part of Panem had their own theory about her and her brother's death. The tabloids exploded with conspiracies and questions, but she never cleared her name, as she never spoke. The rumors swirled around her head - did she murder him? Was it an accident? Was she covering up the fact that they were having a secret love affair? I know, but the press was brutal. They would leave no stone unturned. She would be described as vicious one day and a tragic angel the next, there was never a settled decision on who Alilune Delacour was; and there still isn't to this day. Alilune continued to live with her parents after the Games, but things weren't the same without December. He was the sun, after all, and the Moon without the Sun had nothing at all.

The Capitol's Aphrodite
(TBD)

District 13
Alilune was in on the Rebellion long before it launched its first offensive. Her family was well known as anti-games, at least in District 8, and word gets around; especially to a popular victor. She had been extracted from her district just days before it was destroyed, and was brought to district 13 after they had extracted Mikael Orimura from the Quarter Quell. There, she was immediately appointed as a District doctor, as well as a part of the chief design staff for armor and uniforms. She did not know at the time that she would soon design and create the uniform and image of The Mockingjay. During her time at District 13, Alilune met many people, but there were a few people in particular that she had grown close to. Among these were Mikael Orimura, Lukas Blair, Bryce Hennings, Cora Cane, and Lila Slayte. Her time at District 13 brought out something new, the ability to speak freely without feeling like a freak. It relit something within her, something she had lost when her brother died.

Career
It also gave her the knowledge to use her talents to the best of her ability. Back in District 8, the supplies that they were given to create clothing and art were strictly only for Capitol-benefit, and even then, those were limited. Here, she could push the boundaries of what she thought was possible, and she could fully express herself in ways she didn't know she could. Alilune not only designed the uniforms for the airmen and the nurses, but she designed the uniforms that the Mockingjay wore, the ones that would determine the image of the Rebellion. She threw herself into the work and spent her nights innovating and changing, making it not only comfortable and durable, but powerful as well. Designing for the Mockingjay gave her a purpose besides living to die. Despite this being her passion, designing wasn't her only job. Alilune was one of the few people in 13 who had advanced medical training, and she knew how to concoct elixirs and tinctures from common herbs that soothed the skin and relaxed the mind. She soon began to realize that talking now made it easier to talk later, and though it hurt, she began to speak freely after becoming comfortable in 13; and sure enough, slowly, her stutter began to subside.

The Death of Her Parents
The death of Alilune's parents did not come lightly, or end quickly ...(TBD)

Life in Captivity
During the raid of district 9 Alilune was captured by Clemensia Thropp and brought to the capitol immediately upon abduction.

Personality
INTP-T

Alilune is a personality type INTP-T. She loves patterns, and spotting discrepancies between statements could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to her. This makes it ironic that her word should always be taken with a grain of salt – it’s not that she's dishonest, but Alilune tends to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas and theories in a debate against themselves rather than as actual conversation partners. This may make her appear unreliable, but in reality no one is more enthusiastic and capable of spotting a problem, drilling through the endless factors and details that encompass the issue and developing a unique and viable solution than Alilune – just don’t expect punctual progress reports. Alilune isn’t interested in practical, day-to-day activities and maintenance, but when she find an environment where their creative genius and potential can be expressed, there is no limit to the time and energy she will expend in developing an insightful and unbiased solution. She may appear to drift about in an unending daydream, but Alilune's thought process is unceasing, and her mind buzzes with ideas from the moment she wakes up. This constant thinking can have the effect of making her look pensive and detached, as she is often conducting full-fledged debates in her own head, but really Alilune is quite relaxed and friendly when she is with people she knows, or who share her interests. However, this can be replaced by overwhelming shyness when she is among unfamiliar faces, and friendly banter can quickly become combative if she believes her logical conclusions or theories are being criticized. When Alilune is particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as she tries to explain the daisy-chain of logical conclusions that led to the formation of her latest idea. Oftentimes, she will opt to simply move on from a topic before it’s ever understood what she was trying to say, rather than try to lay things out in plain terms.

The reverse can also be true when people explain their thought processes to Alilune in terms of subjectivity and feeling. Imagine an immensely complicated clockwork, taking in every fact and idea possible, processing them with a heavy dose of creative reasoning and returning the most logically sound results available – this is how Alilune's mind works, and she has little tolerance for an emotional monkey-wrench jamming their machines.

However, despite her seemingly rock-hard exterior and unemotional outlook, Alilune rarely finds herself misunderstanding the emotions of others. In fact, she is very intuitive, and while she might often overshare when it comes to advice, she will always be empathic and find a way to comfort those in need, rather than brushing it off and ignoring it.

The one thing that really holds Alilune back is her restless and pervasive fear of failure. She is so prone to reassessing her own thoughts and theories, worrying that she's missed some critical piece of the puzzle, that she can stagnate, lost in an intangible world where her thoughts are never truly applied. Overcoming this self-doubt stands as the greatest challenge Alilune is likely to face, but the intellectual gifts – big and small – bestowed on the world when she does makes it worth the fight.

Strengths
Abstract Thinker

Alilune vies the world as a big, complex machine, and recognizes that as with any machine, all parts are interrelated. Alilune excels in analyzing these connections, seeing how seemingly unrelated factors tie in with each other in ways that bewilder most other people.

Imaginative

These connections are the product of an unrelenting imagination – Alilune's ideas may seem counter-intuitive at a glance, and may never even see the light of day, but she will always prove remarkable innovations.

Open-Minded

Alilune couldn’t make these connections if she thought she knew it all – she is highly receptive to alternate theories, so long as they’re supported by logic and facts. In more subjective matters like social norms and traditions, Alilune is usually fairly liberal, with a “none of my business” sort of attitude – peoples’ ideas are what matter.

Enthusiastic

When a new idea piques her interest, Alilune can be very enthusiastic – she a reserved person, but if another person shares an interest, she can be downright excited about discussing it. More likely though, the only outward evidence of this enthusiasm will be Alilune's silent pacing or toying incessantly with her braids.

Objective

Alilune's analysis, creativity and open-mindedness aren’t the tools of some quest for ideology or emotional validation. Rather, it’s as though Alilune is a conduit for the truths around her, so far as they can be expressed, and she is proud of this role as theoretical mediator.

Straightforward To know one thing and say another would be terribly disingenuous – Alilune doesn’t often go around intentionally hurting feelings, but she believes that the truth is the most important factor, and she expects that to be appreciated and reciprocated.

Weaknesses
Withdrawn

While Alilune's intellectualism yields many insights into her surroundings, her surroundings are ironically considered an intrusion on her thoughts. This is especially true with people – she is quite shy in social settings. More complicated situations such as parties exacerbate this, but even close friends struggle to get into her heart and mind.

Absent-minded

When Alilune's interest is captured, her absence goes beyond social matters to include the rest of the physical world. She becomes forgetful, missing even the obvious if it’s unrelated to her current infatuation, and she can even forget her own health, skipping meals and sleep as she muses.

Condescending

Attempts at connecting with others are often worse than Alilune's withdrawal. Alilune takes pride in her knowledge and rationale, and enjoys sharing her ideas, but in trying to explain how she got from A to B to Z, she can get frustrated, sometimes simplifying things to the point of insult as she struggles to gauge her conversation partners’ perspective. The ultimate insult comes as she gives up with a dismissive “never mind”.

Loathes guidelines

These social struggles are partly a product of Alilune's desire to bypass the rules, of social conduct and otherwise. While this attitude helps her strength of unconventional creativity, it also causes her to reinvent the wheel constantly and to shun security in favor of autonomy in ways that can compromise both.

Second-guesses herself

Alilune remains so open to new information that she often never commits to a decision at all. This applies to her own skills as well – Alilune knows that as she practices, she improves, and any work she does is second-best to what she could do. Unable to settle for this, Alilune sometimes delays her output indefinitely with constant revisions.

Armed with a powerful intellect and vivid imagination, Alilune can overcome or outmaneuver obstacles that seem unbeatable to most. At the same time, her many quirks, such as often unconstrained rationalism, lead to many misunderstandings.

Meeting
Alilune Delacour had been a rebel long before she had been born. Her family had always been rebellious, and by the time she had won her games, there were already sparks of a rebellion forming. So, when the rebellion got wind of a rebellion-borne victor, they jumped on that opportunity. Alilune was extracted from District 8 by the plane that would soon fly to take the victor from the Quarter Quell arena - Mikael Orimura. The pair met on the plane after his extraction - or, more accurately, he met her. She just listened to his questions and stared at her hands, but his soft smile and warm eyes made her shoulders relax. Eventually, she did talk to him, and from then on her first confidant was Mikael.

Relationship
Alilune and Mikael were close. They often spent late nights together, Mika talking, Alilune drawing. She often even took to drawing on his skin, sketching textile ideas and patterns on his wrists and arms. She did it when she was upset, or irritated - it calmed her nerves. She could spend hours continuing patterns up his arms, and she did. Sometimes she had something a little smaller she wanted to execute - which she did, small drawings of birds and hearts occasionally strewn across his skin. They also often trained together, and he helped her brush up on her skills after she arrived in District 13. Alilune also was put in charge of designing the Mockingjay uniforms - the ones that Mika would wear. This put more pressure on her shoulders - more than she would care to admit. Not only did they have to be perfect, but Mika would have to like them too; she wasn't used to doing things under the opinion of other people. Nevertheless, she prevailed, and she felt her heart soar when that smile appeared on his face; and that's when she realized why. Long story short - it wasn't just because he liked the uniforms. The moment that everything changed was the night that things were understood. It was late when Luna was drawing a mockingjay on the back of Mika's neck in the dim light of her desk lamp. They had just returned from the first battle only a few hours before, and they had both sustained numerous injuries. It was when Mika turned and kissed her that everything suddenly changed for them; everything.

... TBD

Bryce Hennings
Bryce and Alilune met shortly after her extraction from District 8. He was the pilot of the hovercraft they would use to take Mikael Orimura from the Quell. However, the two didn't grow close until after she had used him as a model for the soldier uniforms. After that, the two were attached to each other, trusting each other in almost a sibling-like relationship. He comforted her during the death of her parents and the raid of District 8. Their first argument was because she had volunteered to be a medic on the first offensive of the Rebellion - a raid on District 11. He was furious with her for putting her own life in danger, but his anger was forgotten after their close brush with death during the Capitol's ambush.

Cassandra Wolfe
TBD

Chantilly Sommers
TBD

Lukas Blair
TBD

Clemensia Thropp
TBD

Profession
Quillen Lovelace was the resident doctor of District 8. Taught by his father, Quillen had learned the ways of medicinal rejuvenation and herbal remedies from as young as was possible for him to retain knowledge. He was not only an herbal doctor, but he was also a talented surgeon - skilled in precision and detailed work. Often Quillen performed doctoral services for free, but if they offered payment in any form, he would not turn it down.

Personality
Quillen was a natural-born leader, full of passion and charisma. People are drawn to strong personalities, and Quillen radiated authenticity, concern and altruism, unafraid to stand up and speak when he felt something needs to be said. He found it natural and easy to communicate with others, especially in person, and being intuitive helped him to reach every mind, be it through facts and logic or raw emotion. Quillen could easily see people’s motivations and seemingly disconnected events, and was able to bring these ideas together and communicate them as a common goal with an eloquence that was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The interest Quillen had in others was genuine, almost to a fault – when he believed in someone, he could become too involved in the other person’s problems, place too much trust in them. Luckily, this trust tended to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, as Quillen's altruism and authenticity inspired those they cared about to become better themselves.

Quillen was vulnerable to another snare as well: he had a tremendous capacity for reflecting on and analyzing his own feelings, but if he got too caught up in another person’s plight, he could have developed a sort of emotional hypochondria, seeing other people’s problems in himself, trying to fix something in himself that isn’t wrong. If he got to a point where he was held back by limitations someone else was experiencing, it hindered Quillen's ability to see past the dilemma and be of any help at all. When that happened, it was important for Quillen to pull back and use that self-reflection to distinguish between what he really felt, and what is a separate issue that needs to be looked at from another perspective.

Clementine (wife)
Quillen and Clementine were both born in District 8 - Quillen in 29 ADD, and Clementine in 35 ADD. Quillen was six years older than Clementine...(TBD)

Alilune (daughter)
TBD

December (son)
TBD

Profession
TBD

Personality
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Profession
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Personality
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Alilune (sister)
TBD

Memorabilia
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The sketchbook that belonged to Alilune during her time in District 13. ]]

Sketchbook
Alilune's sketchbook belonged to her from ages 16 and on, given to her by her parents on her birthday. It is filled with clothing ideas, innovative uniforms, the uniforms of the Mockingjay, and portraits and drawings as well. There are many portraits of Alilune's loved ones, including Mikael Orimura.

Ribbon
Alilune's mother was a seamstress when Alilune was born. Upon spotting a pair of unique pink ribbons in a tossed clothing pile, the woman stole the ribbons and brought them back for her daughter. Ever since then, Alilune has worn the ribbons on the ends of her two french braids.