“The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”
19
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Heterosexual
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Interrogator
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Kendall
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Candor
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 7, 2014 13:27:08 GMT -5
MARA AMIRTA DYER-- 19 -- CANDOR full name: Mara Amitra Dyer
nicknames: Mara
age: 19
faction birthplace: Erudite
current faction: Candor
sexuality: Heterosexual
occupation: Interrogator
play by: Barbra Palvin
personality:
A lot of people could define me in their own ways. But in the end they come out the same. My brother used to call me a firecracker. It's my favorite way to describe myself. It's a left handed compliment but a compliment none the less. I'm a feisty little person, I don't hand higher then 5'6, who's personality doesn't really match their height. I tend to have a hot-headed temper, never in back nature, and I have a mouth that shoots off like little fireworks. Fearless and Forthright when it comes to what I say. I don't believe in backing down for any such reason and sugar coating isn't needed.
Then somehow, if people can get around my feisty self, there is a little more to me then some would see. Getting to know people is one of my hobbies so to say and I always try to think of the best way to get to know people. I like to be considered a good friend and let's face it - people don't lie to their good friends. Or at least don't usually. If I get closer, I can really decide who to trust. I don't trust many, too many people have lied to me.
Being originally from Erudite, I have a bookworm nature to me. The first thing I picked up was a book when I was a baby. You learn so much from them, especially the consciences of lying. The best part I reckon, is to get away from reality. Take a break from life and see the life and events of someone else. Reading will leave you floating in a world more eventful or better/worst than your own one. Sometimes whats happening to a main character is something that you want to happen to you and you want to find out what happens. No matter how much time I spend in Candor you are not going to be able to erase that from me. I already tried.
mother: Emily Dyer
father: Gabriel Dyer
siblings: Theo Dyer (Erudite) , Clea Dyer (Abnegation) , Mallory Dyer (n/a)
other: n/a
history: My life as been a series of living under the shadows of my three extremely talented ( and one rather rebellious ) siblings. The other part, well, an occasional "Try better next time." or "Wow, you're an absolute idiot Mara." It's hard to make a name for yourself in a place where everyone excels in one thing. In my case, everyone was good at being smart while I had a knack for being an average academic kid ( for an Erudite ) who somehow always spits off opinions no one in God's grand creation could care about. There was one thing I learned well about the Dyer household, average wasn't good enough.
My siblings were nothing but average. My oldest brother Theo was basically the math god of the fraction. Any problem he could solve while I was struggling with vector functions. I never understood how he could love something that only causes problems but he told me he liked it because math is the same in every country. Not only was Theo a math scholar in the making, or Mommy's little super star, he was my biggest motivator in life. He had a soft spot for me, and always complimented me, even if he didn't mean it. I didn't know he was lying them but now I do. But I still appreciate because I probably couldn't make it out of school without him. He made me realize I wasn't dumb, I just had to work harder then everyone else and blue maybe wasn't really my color, even if I still wear some till this day.
Clea was a different story, she was only a year younger then Theo - but she enjoyed making my parents tick, on the most classiest way possible. She was a bright girl, always did her homework but never handed it in. Then she would complain and lie to her teachers faces she handed it in. Out of their kindness gave her credit for it anyway. I tried it once but I just couldn't do it. I felt to guilty even thinking about doing it. My sister didn't like Erudite, she believed she could do something better with herself then sit around and study all day. She didn't like the fancy life style and is maybe the most humble person I have ever known. I can never forget her always giving up her share of dessert for me because I got less then an a 95% on my pop quiz. It was her favorite.
My youngest sister, Mallory and I are maybe the most different people in the world. Clea, Theo and I aren't so different but when you have Mallory in the mix it's a different story. She's too smart for her own good and likes people to gawk over her. People do, she's the baby of our family even if shes 14 and a little prodigy. A drama queen and a diva are words that describe her. We aren't the closest considering she always took money to go out with her friends but told my parents it was me and I didn't agree with her because I wasn't going to take the blame for something I didn't do. You do the deed, you pay the price.
Initiation I think was the hardest for my parents then anyone else. They had no doubt Theo would choose Erudite because of his brain and love for the fraction. The first time I sat in those seats I was proud to watch my older brother and mentor slit his finger over the water. It was the most joyful day in the Mara house hold. But the following year was nothing but joyful. I knew Mother and Father weren't sure about Clea. It didn't occur to me that it was true until she told me she loved me before walking off with her class. It was an eerie quiet in the room but Clea's dark eyes stared at my mother and father after she moved her hand over the water. I saw their smiles but they turned as she moved her hand over the grey rocks and let her blood drip slowly. There was no celebration this time. Only swears and whispers coming from the Erudite fraction. She was a traitor. The first out of two.
Our parents refused to let us visit Clea on visitation day. Theo somehow managed to sneak out with me to go see her. It was wear to see her there. Her hair pulled up in a bun and her face washed from the makeup we used to but on each other as children. Yet, even after being so simple she was so beautiful. Theo wasn't sure how to react or what to say but I just hugged her and she told me stories. He never said a word to her until we had to leave. I over heard their quiet words. Clea's voice still rings in my mind. "Don't let her feel trapped where she is. Let her make her own decision." Later I told him I heard her and he looked at me before closing my bedroom door. "She's right."
Those words rang out to me for the next two years as I completed school. The initiation test had my heart racing. Both my siblings told me it wasn't hard but they knew where they would be. I hadn't figured myself out yet. Yet somehow when my result was up I couldn't believe my eyes. That night at the dinner table my father asked me one question.
"Was your result Erudite?"
"No."
Moments of silenced pasted before I spoke again.
"Did you except it to be?"
"Yes."
"You're a lier."
"I am not."
"Yes you are! I can tell by the way you looked at me. You were scared for an answer."
He slammed his fist on the table and walked away from the dinner table my mother close behind him. Mallory sat silently and so did Theo and I, afraid to speak. Peaking at my food, Theo first spoke. "Whatever you choose, I will support you." He said with a small smile. I couldn't say a word.
When my rich red blood fell on the glass of Candor, I looked up to only see my brother in Erudite's spot. He would be my only support. I couldn't find Clea's face but I knew she would be proud. After that my heart raced the whole time. I passed initiation surprisingly without any problems. If I spoke honestly - I wouldn't have to worry. I did. Now everyone who heard my serum knew why I chose Candor. Why everything. They knew everything.
Choosing to be an interrogator, I figured that maybe I could sniff out the liars in this place. Because how can you trust someone who doesn't grant you the peace of knowing the truth?
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Every day I go back to a time when I was free. Free of my family and their games, free to to whatever I wanted to do. Just the word makes shivers go down my spine. Sparking a fire inside my heart that has never been burned out. No matter what happens, I will still have a glowing ember which will one day ignite into a roaring fire that once picked me up and took me to figure our who I really am.
Who am I?
I certainly wasn't this stupid girl who listens to everyone wishes and puts aside her own. That girl was gone. I had been by myself and the only reason why I came back was because I was being begged to come home. And it made me feel wanted. They made it seem like they cared. That was one thing I felt on my trip on the road. I learned that you can't feel whole until someone wants you just as much as you want yourself.
Those faces and laughs were the people that kept me going. I wasn't sure where any of those people were but just imagining them smiling, laughing, crying helped me. At the same time it tore me apart. But I liked the pain and sorrow it brought. Such sweet sorrow.
The games are absolute bullshit. I got so tired of them I like to think that's why I ran away but I came back and here I am just ready to beat the crap out of the family that so called loved me. I had never been very good at training since I gave up. No matter how much I hate my family I could never bring myself to kill any of their precious little egos. Because that's all my family had. I knew better.
As I sit in front of the little pub on the corner of one of the main streets? I am in deep thought. It was as though the turns and dead ends if the streets marked and symbolized times in my life. I hum alone to the patterns of my footsteps so the journey wasn't so lonely and creepily quiet. I was a singer, not a very popular one. But I sang my heart out to the people that would listen. Not many people stop and listen these days. It's amazing how much you can gather from just listening.
So I stop and listen.
People were laughing and talking as they entered the building. I sat and watched them from the ground wondering what was so happy in their life's. Careers, teenagers and adults walked in in little groups just laughing. And here I was sitting alone by myself not wanting to go in because I was alone.
I used to train. I used to train long and hard. I felt like it was the only thing that would save me. Maybe if I trained hard enough I would be able to save myself in the long run. But as I grew older and the people I faced got tougher and the more scars I got I asked myself every day if it was worth all the work. Was it work all the pain and the fatigue. And I sat and thought about it until I would fall asleep in the woods and I finally decided that it wasn't. It truly wasn't worth all my energy.
Something I loved was worth all my time and effort.
Then a new question popped into my mind. What did I love. I loved my parents and my siblings or at least I thought I did. But I loved to sing and feel the wind in my hair. I would die to be free. I would die to feel what it was like to have no one stopping you from doing anything you. I have the love for something I can not do.
My cousins and siblings would die for the hunger games. I know they would. They take everything so seriously. People in this maze would probably kill me if they were allowed too. I can't wait until I am too old for these stupid games. Only one more year after this and I am gone.
Only one more year until I am truly free. I push myself up from the ground of the curb and I open the door to the pub. It was noisy, people's voices and the singers sweet tubes flooded my ears. I lean back by the door of the pub and listen. I was searching for someone, anyone that I knew. Some people just get me. Those people were the people I met when I ran away.
KENDALL -- 16 -- NONE
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Post by ADMIN HAYA on Jul 7, 2014 21:57:09 GMT -5
accepted, welcome to ordinary acts, KENDALL. we are pleased that you have chosen CANDOR. please take this time to make your claims in the registration board and post a plotter. if you have any further questions, feel free to PM ADMIN QUINN , ADMIN HAYA, or @mikael.
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