*~the tributes~* (a hunger games rp)

Cirinide Nolatari
Will answer to Ciri in friendly situations.

District 3
General electronics, mechanics, explosives, and sciences

Back home, Cirinide had been an important inventor and child genius at the age of fourteen. She literally spent her whole life as a scientist's apprentice, and ever since she could hold test tubes, her lifelong interest in science blossomed. She had worked in a lab with reverse biostasis, a completely different one featuring creative explosives, and another one yet--featuring fully synthetic humans. A fully synthetic human, with a man-made set of DNA, was placed on a synthetic chromosome inside an empty cell, and then grown in a chamber. Test subjects are successfully created, then made to take part in horrific, horrific nanotechnological experiments that the little mad scientist was more than capable of taking part in. After all these years living in a dark lab with lethal chemicals and radiation levels and only coming up into the real world a handful of times per year, the mandatory Reapings being one of them, her hair and skin had changed drastically in color and appearance, and she needs to wear hoods and the such while outside, or else she would burn in the sunlight.

Female
Ciri doesn't care for gender--she is a mad scientist, after all, and the 'she' might as well go onto being an 'it'. Seemingly gender-neutral in her behavior and personality, that's quite possibly what she will be. She's never seen a doll, never expressed interest in dancing or singing, or finding love.

Although willing to play nice for a while to get what she wants, Ciri's patience is like a deadened vice. Usually quiet and covered from head to toe in clothing, she is always so calm, so interverted, so...mindshatterly evil.

Ciri loves people. And not in a good way, either. The more conflicted and 'mental', or 'interesting' another person might be, the better. She sees her fellow humans not as equals, but more like test subjects to experiment on, to prod, to take notes on, to destroy once they refuse to cooperate. Once an ally had outlived their usefulness, Ciri will be more than happy to destroy them. She will jot notes on her enemies, their lives, their favorite things, their family. Life is full of mysteries that she could crack open. With that along, Ciri loves to study history. The history of Panem, the history of its technological advancements, and creative medieval tortures. She's something of a psychopath, but as much as a psychopath, she is also a scientist who looks for the most logical explanations in such things. She could be the most intelligent easily out of a bunch of people--and that's how she views the rest of the world, dumb and gullible.

She has a rather deadened, sarcastic sense of...inappropriate humor, and always seems happy to kill someone--and with class, too.

Ciri is merciless and sharp, and despite looking so frail, she is quite physically strong as well. Intelligence and physical strength is not a good combination, but she is also kind of a sadist, who will not only kill for reason, but also to 'vent'. She knows what she is doing, though, and always plans it out. In the District, she was the resident little miss snarker and local nuclear neurologist/scientist. Also, she's a big fan of explosives. A genius with them, really. She can make almost anything explode with enough tampering and no firepower.

|| Age 14 || Female || District 3 ||

Cirinide noted coldly the lances, spears, arrows, paints, swords, and daggers in their respective stations as she walked into the training center. There were so many weapons she could use for her disposal here, but today is going to be a pain. 'Mandatory' things are always a pain. She wished that she was back in the lab right now, injecting various chemicals into the eyes of test subjects as they squealed and wet themselves with fear and pain. She never had to go to school of any kind, because she already had her field of study finished. Today really was a bore, but at least this will be over in a few days, and she could go back to her usual bloodthirsty frame. Just smile blithely and act like the stupid little kid they all believe you to be. Keep the idiots happy.

She had absolutely made sure the moment she was reaped that she won't act like too much competition to the Careers, stumbling up to the stage with a hunched back and knees knocked together in absolute fear. But now, it would have appeared that there was no need to put up such an act. Even though she's never really seen-much less used-these fighting utensils, she had an edge on explosives. All she needed to do is to fail spectacularly on the stations, get a pathetic training score, and then head out into the arena, facade broken down. Then, she could build up her very own army of bombs, electric traps, biological welfare, and handmade grenades. She won't even need those primitive weapons.

|| Physical health: 100/100 || Mental health:100/100 || Supplies: ||