The Cinema of Ocs ^-^

WHAT IF.. an hunger games applyfic by @karadidibliss_

EVERYONE WAKE UP CAUSE THERE'S ANOTHER APPLYFIC!!! :D And this time.... Well, we might just get everyone's heart broken into a million pieces. This wonderfully heartbreaking applyfic is made by karadidibliss_, a joint account between _karacrystalclear2_, ace_of_scars & txmxav!
....May the odds be ever in your favour ^-^

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[Note: We are killing canon with this one :P]

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑
"𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺... 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨."
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✧ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 :: Nerina Phoenix Odair

✧ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: Neri, Rina, Ri, Ner, Ina, Nix, and "Little Siren"

✧ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 :: Any of her nicknames that aren't "Little Siren"

✧ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐀𝐆𝐄 :: July 20th, 11 years of age :D

✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 :: District 4

✧ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 :: Female

✧ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 :: She/Her, she should be too young to know, really, but Marilla tells her to just say she's an ace, which Neri feels like may hold some truth.

✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 :: Raffey Cassidy

✧ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 :: Thomasin McKenzie

⤷ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 :: The Mini-Finnick

⤷ 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 :: INFJ

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 :: True neutral

❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ❞
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Neri is an unusual child-simultaneously too mature and yet unmistakably young. From an early age, her mother, haunted by the fate of her brother Finnick, exposed Neri to the harshest truths about the world: sex, sexuality, and the cruel realities of how attractive tributes are exploited by the Capitol. These lessons were never gentle-they were warnings, rehearsals, and instructions all at once. She learned to recognize danger in gestures, to anticipate manipulation before it happened, and to wear her beauty as both armor and weapon.

Neri speaks with a disquieting maturity that can unnerve even seasoned adults. She tilts her head with the practiced grace of a courtesan, her small smile curved with a faint, almost mocking sweetness, as if testing the world to see who will falter first. Where other children chatter and laugh, Neri watches, quietly cataloguing every movement, every whispered secret. Her eyes are sharp, perceptive, and far too knowing for someone barely eleven. Yet, despite this eerie sophistication, she remains a child at her core: vulnerable, curious, and longing for the protection her mother struggles to provide.

Even in play, she approaches the world differently. Dolls are studied like pawns; simple games become exercises in strategy. She has mastered the art of appearing innocent while calculating each interaction, a skill honed by years of her mother's intense paranoia. Neri is both a reflection of Finnick and something uniquely her own: a little girl trapped in a web of knowledge and awareness far beyond her years, carrying the weight of legacy, fear, and survival in every measured step she takes.