Lorelei Jewel, District 1
"Irish and proud baby naturally
But you've got the luck of a Kennedy,"
Vampire Weekend, Diane Young
Everyone knew that there was something wrong with the Jewels. They may run one of the most profitable luxury design businesses in the district, and they may be Capitol loyalists, but something was wrong with them. It was plain to see.
You could see it in their eyes, the way they looked at everything and everyone not as a beauty to be admired, but an object to be conquered.
You could see it in the way they walked, as if everything around them was simply beneath them.
You could see it in their dress and home, they way they so obviously flaunted their power and strength.
And more than anything, you could see it in the way they treated their daughter, Lorelei.
Lorelei was a bright girl, everyone said it. There was no doubt about that. She was top of her class, valedictorian, and captain of her school's academic decathlon. But no one missed the bruises on her face or arms, or the quiet pain she tried so desperately to hide when she walked home. Her parents were monsters. That much was sure. But at her final reaping, the situation reached it's darkest place.
She volunteered.
It was a previously unknown concept, and it was probably fueled by the fact that the girl reaped was her best friend, but no one watching it then said that it didn't change the Games forever. And to be completely fair, it changed her, too. Because she knew that a 1-in-24 chance to escape her parents was better than anything they would force her to do as she got older.
It didn't stop there, though. Lorelei didn't go into the Games to die. She went in to win.
And win she did.
She grabbed a knife and started carving up her opponents with a malice and anger unseen by anyone up to that point. Caspian Moreland had been indifferent. Alec Towers had been scared. Mateo Cardoso had been regretful.
Lorelei scared them.
She came home a celebrity, having killed more people in the Games than anyone else before her, ten. The bookies loved her, the citizens revered her, and her parents-
Well, her parents tried to accept her back. They told her they did everything to make her strong. To an outsider, they seemed genuinely remorseful. But Lorelei knew better.
So two weeks after the Games, her parents were found dead in their homes. And Lorelei never shed a tear.
But she did change. She became cold. Her face betrayed less and less emotion, and those who knew her before said she became distant. She rarely spoke to anyone, but after the disaster of the Games after hers, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Rumor was that Orion Rossi and Caspian Moreland had their own trainees. It was high time she got her own. So when a twelve-year-old boy named Amethyst Goldwyn tried to mug her, she didn't give him what he wanted. She gave him something better. An apprenticeship to the greatest Victor from the greatest district in Panem.
Lorelei started out as a bit of a lighter victor, but this proves that I'm better at the dark ones. I also wrote my first draft of this barely an hour after finishing the first season of Riverdale, so, for those of you that have watched the show, you'll know where I based her parents. Lorelei, along with Orion and Caspian, is the foundation for the Career alliance that so dominated the Games in the future. Expect to see more of her.