Sand, to Nadia: ❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

Nadia, already tired and stressed, couldn’t quite help but mutter back, “Well in that case, thank you for occasionally having faith in me.” She shook her head and took a deep breath before raising her voice to reply properly.

“As always, Sand, if you have a better idea, you are more than welcome to share. However, snide remarks about my potential or lack thereof won’t actually help anyone.”

Open parade starter || v: The Show Is About To Start

Nadia hovered by her chariot, fidgeting with her outfit and the horses’ tack. It had been days since the Reaping, but still, nothing seemed to feel real – not the costumes or the crowds, or the other teenagers milling about their own chariots, or the fact that in a matter of days, they’d all be thrown in an arena together until only one of them remained.

She stared at all of it, trying to convince herself that it was real, and happening, and that she needed to be prepared.

In the end, all she managed was a half-mumbled, “It never looked this big on the broadcasts…”

STATS

Name: Nadia Aerthen
Age: 15
Height: 6′’
District: Nine (Grain)
Family: Elil’mani Aerthen (single mother), Berwyn Harcourt (semi-estranged father), Audrina Harcourt (younger half-sister)
In the Arena
Weapon: Sickle, fists
Strengths: Physical strength and size (for her age, at least), tactics, tenacity, plenty of experience using weapon of choice (though only in a work-setting)
Weaknesses: Soft-heartedness, tendency towards self-sacrifice, lack of foraging/outdoor-survival experience

PERSONALITY

Nadia tends to be calm and quiet, but always has a bright smile ready for friends, family, and even strangers in need. Attack any of those people, however, and she’ll spring to their defense any way she can, be it with words, or with fists.

BIO

The product of an unexpected pregnancy between young parents, Nadia grew up with a strong, devoted mother… and a man who first wasn’t ready for fatherhood, then discovered he couldn’t quite find his place in his elder daughter’s life. Nadia, however, was more than happy to call him family – even when he eventually married another woman, and had a second daughter – and she did everything she could to help support them, as well as her mother.

She started working as soon as she was allowed, doing anything from plowing to harvesting, and spent more hours in the fields than anyone would have reasonably expected of her. Once she turned twelve, she fought for the Capitol to recognize her father and half-sister as her family, and allow her to take tesserae for them, too, rather than just herself and her mother.

Of course, this nearly doubled the number of times her name was entered for the Games each year. And, just as her mother had feared (and warned her, each and every year), eventually the odds turned against her.

Despite her gentle heart, Nadia has promised that she would win the Hunger Games and bring the prize money back to her family. And in her fifteen years, she’s never broken a promise.