Brooklyn Ruze {District Two} -- Finished

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Brooklyn (Brooke) Ruze
17 years old
Female
D2

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Brooke Ruze

I am my Mothers' daughter. 

Some souls spend their single century searching for ways to erase the entities embedded within them by their parents. Screams spur sobs, blood builds beneath broken nails. Within the shell which they reside they feel tortured, tormented by the maddening monsters of their Mothers or their Fathers. Omens obliterate any sense of sanity, any safety within their stained skin. I live no such life, I embrace the common constructs which fortify my existence. As I said before, my blood stems from the scarlet stream of my Mothers', I am their complete creation.

Fists furl from the fires of my fights fueled by the gifts given to me through blood. Graceful and critically crushing my name has solidified in stone as one to be eternally watched with fear. In the pits I show pure pride with no fear firing within the illumination of my iridescent irises. If my Mothers knew of such digressions into dark depths from which they came certain disapproval would fly forth from their words, this is why I win. Every rush of emotion sewn into the fabric of my fights I know every win is another reason I can't be stolen away from my throne, more reason why I can put proof behind my words as a fighter. 

One would expect pure cockiness to quell from the cracks of my existence, but such is not so. As proud and truly tough as I am, I hold no host of myself above the reaches of humanity, I am not a Goddess among ants. I not only am aware of my mortality but embrace and build upon its pure presence, power can be forged from the wells of weakness after all. In case you haven't noticed, yes my sass is another sword which I swing quite consistently in mix with my blunt weapon of sometimes hurtful honesty. 

My recognizable resemblance to my birth Mother doesn't just end with our lives of fighting. Beyond our beaten paths my hair holds blonde brilliance just as her own and eyes as frozen as ice itself to stop any stare from being held. Where we differ though is in build, he strength is swift to be seen where I appear skinny and slim, yet my strength hides as a spy to be shriveled from when forced from its seclusion beneath my skin. So what, I might be a touch more on the feminist facially side of things but aside from such I am spawned of the same genes as my giver, crafted in the deadliest of fire forges. 

I am my Mothers' daughter, a protective flame flickering outside of hell.

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All wrapped up ^^

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As the Mother of the Site, I claim her as my own daughter ~ Kaythxsbia