Sheri Conci

WARNING: SWEARING AND MENTIONS OF DEATH/KILLING.
"Death comes to all" - Sheri to (a few tributes actually- uh)

"If we fall, who saves us from these ruins?" - Sheri to Aelia

"They'll never see us coming~" - Sheri to that secret Allie of hers >:3

"Plans fall apart in the real world.." - Sheri to Monlo

"You don't need to ask for forgiveness, because it's already been given to you." - Sheri to Aelia again

"Don't smile or smirk at me, because I know it's all fake. You're made of china, and soon you're going to brake." - Sheri to Jagged

"This is not a dream, though it may seem." - Sheri to Jagged again

"....What do you do when something tries to kill you? You become stronger." - Sheri to Thistle

"I'm not scarred, just marred by Destiny.." - Sheri to herself.

Backstory~
Sheri was raised in a fairly simple life on the cattle farm. From a young age she had to help around the farm and the house because her father left the family. Everyday, bending over backwards to make ends meat. Her father had cheated on her mother when she was just around 8 years old, and the result- Sheri's half-brother Jay. Her father left Sheri's mother for the younger she-cat who had Jay. They didn't even keep him. Jay's mother dropped him off just a few days after he was born that 'they have better things to do'. Sheri has never held Jay accountable for his parent's actions- though when he mentions them, she tends to get tense, as she doesn't wanna think about her father.

Reaping~
Sheri headed out around sunset, Jay asking her where she was going. Sheri told him that she was just going out with some friends, and that she would be right back. She had believed back then that there was no way she would be reaped, that the chances were just to low. But the again, the whole hunger games was a game of chance, and she had won that. But she didn't know this, as she lied to Jay, and headed down the mountain to the reaping. Not even a good bye to mom, who was working with the cattle in the barn. She really hadn't expected to be reaped. But she didn't return home- hour after hour. Her mom grew worried, wondering where she was. That was, until she turned on the tv. Sheri's mom (Lilly) burst into tears, realizing that her daughter had been reaped. Lilly decided not to tell Jay though, thinking that she should try to at least protect her son from the rather painful truth. Unfortunately, this led to Jay having no knowledge of where his sister went, and why. Or the hunger games. Lilly moved on, pretending like nothing had happened, and that Sheri had never existed at all. This offended Jay, who shut himself away in his room for weeks, refusing to talk to Lilly at all. He got over it, like the extrovert he was, wanting to talk to people. Sheri was forgotten within a few months, though Jay still wondered at night what happened to her. Little did he know what a treat he was in for when she finally came home.

Parade~
(DO NOTE: Down below is a copy and paste of what I originally wrote for the parade- my writing has since improved, and Sheri's character has since changed!)

Sheri was nervous- for once. Though, she tried not to show it- just before hopping onto the chariot, she plastered a cool, calm look over her face. Sheri sat down, curling her tail up beside her. She was wearing a Jacket with a turned up collar. It had a white base color, and cow shaped splotches that were colors of blue and purple. This was of course- a reference to the district she came from. District 10- the district of cattle, produced for meat. She had metallic wristbands around her paws. Some of which were shaped like rocks, others were just normal looking wristbands- all of them were shiny. The designer had gone a little overboard with that- thought Sheri to herself. Around her Jacket, like a belt- was a rope. Another reference to her district. Sheri had more bands around her tail, the bands clinked together- making an annoying dinging sound. Sheri tried to ignore it. In between the bands, the prep team had somehow managed to get a cow bell. The cow bell was a pretty gold color. It jingled loudly- much to Sheri's annoyance. Back in her district, the cow bell was a warning sign that put many cats on edge- mainly because it meant that a cow was probably coming towards you at high speeds. The sound made her uncomfortable- it reminded her of home. She'd done her best not to think about home. The chariot jerked forward with a start. Sheri mentally prepared herself. Her designer had done their best- but there was no way she'd be anywhere near as pretty as some of the other tributes. No doubt somebody was sporting a look that the capitol would remember forever. Sheri breathed out. She needed to seem perfectly calm. Her chariot was reaching the point the capitol would be able to see her. What was she going to do? She wasn't exactly charismatic. She wasn't stunning either. No, neither of those words were the right ones to describe her. She was just- Sheri. And that word fit just right. A small, barely happy grin, worked it's way onto her face. Plastering that grin there- she forced herself to keep it up. The chariot left the darkness of the tunnel- and suddenly, she was exposed. Cats with crazy fashion sense flashed cameras in her face. She forced herself not to blink. She needed to get this right. She upturned her lip into a real smile- like the ones she would give to her brother or her mom. Sheri brought her paw up, and waved it, looking around at the crowd. Her wristbands jingled against one another. Just a few short moments. This would be over soon. She knew she should say something- but her throat felt dry. She didn't want to talk to these excuses for cats. As she was waving, she racked her mind for something to say- it was all she had, other than smiles and waves. Something- maybe it was too cliche... Well, it was all she had, she was running out of time. Sheri breathed out. She opened her mouth and time seemed to slow, the sounds become distorted- her voice was the only thing she could hear with clarity. "I am the lone wolf- Hear my howl in your bed tonight! And just know- that I am the one who's not going down without a fight!" The words were out. Time and sound came back to her, overwhelming her senses. The Crowd screamed, and Sheri blew them a kiss. She waved and smiled, looking into faces and seeing a happiness that she could never posses herself- She knew that this- was the only thing to remember before she di/ed. For a moment- she could almost grab onto the faint sensation of peace. A small laugh escaped her mouth- and with that, she was finally out of the spotlight. She hopped out of her chariot. She felt like an idiot, and she was trembling all over with adrenaline. But maybe- by the capitol's point of view, a lovable idiot. She hoped that was true. Still trembling and feeling like she was absent from her body, she walked out of view.

(End)

Interview~
(DO NOTE: That is is an exact copy and paste of what was originally wrote!)

(Victoria's POV)  As Victoria Vaughn stepped on stage, she adjusted her outfit and put a wild grin on her wave, waving to the cheering audience as she sat down on her cushioned seat. Victoria couldn't hide her excitement. Her first interviewed Tribute! She cleared her throat, straightening herself up. "And now, from District 10......Sheri Conci!" Victoria stared intently at the other side of the stage. (Sheri POV) Sheri let out a breath upon hearing her name. This was it. She commanded the butterflies in her stomach to settle. This would be fine. She was going to be all right- for now. Pasting on a calm, clear look onto her face- She stepped out onto the stage. Her silken gown flowing out behind her, and shifting with her moments as she padded forward. It was beautiful. She liked this outfit much better than the one from her tribute parade- it was simple, yet eye-catching. It was a soft blue that blended into purple that came with the evening, just after the sunset. She wore a silver cowbell around her neck, like it was a normal necklace. It jingled merrily, but it wasn't as loud as the other one had been. Thank goodness. Imagine she had walked out onto the stage, and all you could hear was the bell. Sheri adjusted her pretty much see through mask. It was light and flowy, like the dress, and you would definitely still be able to hear her talk. She sat down across from the interviewer- not really sure how to start a conversation. (Victoria POV) Victoria smiled as she sat down. She cleared her throat. "Hello, Sheri! No need to look so nervous- I don't bite." The audience chuckled. "So, Sheri- how has training been? What can we expect from a fine Tribute like you?" (Sheri POV) Sheri raised an eyebrow at the expression, her mouth felt really dry right now. Gotta love that. On reflex she cleared her throat, as if challenging the audience to be quiet. The tribute parade had gone well, so she couldn't possibly go wrong here- right? She figured she outta say something- well duh. Her brain felt like had just decided to take a vacation. Absolutely wonderful. Just what she needed. "Are you sure, cause those fangs of yours look pretty sharp." Sheri said sarcastically, glancing at the audience with sharp look. She didn't know if they would catch that or not- but either way. "Training has being training- besides the fact that every time you glance across the room, you get cats staring at you wondering how hard it would to take you out." Sheri found herself falling back sarcasm pretty heavily. After all it was something she knew her way around. At least she had that. She hoped that she looked like she had everything under control in her head. Though it felt like the 'people' in her brain were ripping up the carpet like no tomorrow. Funny, cause with the games happening, she may not have a tomorrow. "I mean, what can you really expect, nobody knows what their gonna be like in the arena. I'm petty sure Acacia didn't plan to go insane. If you know what I mean~" Her eyes became suddenly intense, " But I'm pretty sure you won't find me cowering /bc/ of those excuses of cats who call themselves pretty little careers. I have just as much of a chance as they do." (Victoria POV) Victoria gasped and put her paw to her heart dramatically, surprised. Everything was silent. She genuinely felt hurt by the fangs comment. Then, she burst into laughter, and soon, the audience did too. Victoria Vaughn was unaware if the scary Tribute meant what she had said, but she wasn't about to ask that in front of thousands of cats. "Well, Sheri- I appreciate your bluntness. You're not afraid to tell us exactly what happens. It appears we can get an interesting interview out of you!" She placed her paw under her muzzle, intrigued. "How many allies do you have? How do you plan to get through the Games?" Sheri snorted in an amused tone. This outta be interesting. Especially her answer. Maybe she could get reaction out of them. After all, this was already going better than she thought it would. She wondered for moment, on how they would take the news. Her genuine thoughts on allies. She opened her mouth to talk slyly, " I don't take allies. I don't make friends. I'm not going to let anybody take advantage of me. Like I said. I'm a lone wolf. I run without a pack. Just because I don't make  friends, doesn't mean I'm worthless or afraid of cats. I just have common sense. There can only be one winner, and half the cats in the arena will do anything to be the one. They will, cheat, lie and backstab. I know better. Of course there are only a few exceptions to the rule- but does that mean I trust any of them?  No. My plan is stay away from shenanigans that get half the cats in the arena ki//ed. I could just sit my but down, make no noise and pretend I don't exist. But- that wouldn't be very prudent of me, as I know y'all are in this for the entertainment. And I'll be sure to give you some from time to time."(Victoria POV) Victoria's eyes widened. "Wow. I sure wasn't expecting that response from a Tribute- based on former Games, I'm surprised you aren't scrambling to get friends!" The audience laughed along with Victoria. "We sure hope you have some room for adding in a little twist or two- we cannot wait to see you in action, Sheri!" (Sheri POV) Sheri chuckled softly. "Thank you~" This was going well, and seemed like the time was almost up. Hopefully this would be memorable, especially with all the other tributes. How does one stand out in such a crowd of fearsome warriors? Sheri only had a single idea- and one she was going to clutch onto with all her heart. To it's very last beat. The dryness had begone to leave her mouth, as she began to feel a little more comfortable in the room. This was her moment, and she wasn't going to waste it. (Victoria POV) Victoria Vaughn's smile was a bit smaller and less wild now. Sheri was.....rather terrifying. There was an intense, scheming glow in Sheri's eyes that was visible to only Victoria. She cleared her throat. "Alright. Well, I'm afraid we only have time for one more question before we meet another one of your fellow Districtmates! So, Sheri- what are your strengths, and how will they help you win the Hunger Games?" (Sheri POV) One more question. Thank goodness- Sheri thought to herself. Though she wouldn't let these thoughts play their way onto her face. She didn't need that right now. Sheri curled her tail around the chair slightly, moving it slowly- like a snake readying to strike it's prey. That's what they are, Sheri encouraged herself. Prey. She was the predator, a lone wolf. She smiled charmingly at the audience, "Well, though I have shown no one yet, I CAN hold my own in a fight. I know how to spot an exposed weakness, and I can exploit it. I can swim- I know, dull right? Well, you didn't hear this from me....but quite a lot of the cats in the round can't so. It gives me an edge that I like. I've memorized as many herbs and poisons as I can, so I doubt you'll catch me eating the wrong things accidentally." Sheri turned her gaze back to the interviewer. She gave a slight smile, as she decided on something. Her smirk grew slightly as she looked over at the interviewer. A shadow seemed to cast over her eyes, and she tilted her head just slightly so, that her pupils looked almost red, with reflections of the curtains behind the interviewer. She placed her eyes intensely on the the other cat for a moment. Before relaxing them, the red seeming to fade into the background. "Thank you~" There was something mysterious and dangerous in her voice, as she rose and trotted away. Leaving the crowd and the other she cat behind. She didn't care if they cheered or not. She was ready. It have finally paid off. (Victoria POV) Victoria nodded, gulping quickly before turning to the audience. They were silent with shock. She put on her wide, wild smile. "Well, there you have it, my friends- the intimidating, intelligent Sheri Conci of District 10!" After her words, the audience exploded into cheers, standing up and clapping and cheering for the Tribute.

Gamemakers Session~
(DO NOTE: This is an exact copy and paste from what was originally wrote!)

Sheri paced outside the gamemaker's room, waiting for the tribute before her to come out. She was nervous. No- that was an understatement. She literally felt like she could collapse to the ground from all of this. The games were closer than ever now. The reality was starting to sink in, as her turn grew closer. She could feel her paws trembling and shaking. She couldn't go in like this. She forced herself to calm, to take a deep breath. It would be over soon. This was the easy part. She knew that. She forced the shaking in her paws to stop. Returning to her pacing to keep her busy as she allowed her thoughts to slip through for a moment. She'd heard- not sure if it was true...that the gamemakers got pretty rowdy as time went on. Being trapped in a small box with a bunch of other cats and tons of food and wine, would do that to a cat. That was what she figured. She scrapped her claws on the floor, it couldn't be more than a couple minutes before she was in there, and she really hoped the things she had heard weren't true. It was all she could do. Really. The doors swung open, and the other cat walked out. Sheri didn't bother to look at them, it wouldn't help her nerves. She pushed the door open, and padded inside. The lights were straight over head, and were so bright. It was almost blinding. She hated it. Blinking in the light, she glanced over at the gamemakers. Her suspicions were correct. True to form, the gamemakers were super over it. Sheri stared harder, waiting for one of them to notice her. Was that one in the back passed out? Sheri held back a laugh at their pathetic behavior, but it also had her annoyed. Would any of them even watch her? Or were they to caught up in their own thing to even notice her? Sighing, she padded over to the fighting station, where there was a small dummy in place. Lets get this over with, she thought to herself, as she walked up to it. Crouching down, she sprung onto it, knocking it in the head, and digging her claws in. She clamped her jaws down onto the stuffing's neck, ripping the head clean off. Well. That was a bit more violent than she was going for. But. Ok. She let go of the head, letting it drop and the stuffing to spill out onto the floor. She glanced over at the gamemakers. Nothing. No one had even noticed her. Even for how violent and way too quick that had been. No one had batted an eye. Sheri seethed. She was one with her life on the line! They had out to pay attention, and not behave like kittens on a sugar crash. She hissed softly under her breath. No matter. She could just do something else. She padded over to the herb station, she hopped that a few of them had at least glance over at her. She stepped up to the test. She immediately recognized the first herb on the screen. Watermint. Multiple choice questions. This would be easy. Blazing through the questions in a blur, she waited of the results to come up on screen, had she selected Hemlock for that one question? Whatever, it was just one question. It would be fine. The answer came up on screen, 98% percent. Not bad. Could be better- Sheri couldn't tell if it had been the Hemlock question or not, but either way, she could go back and do some review before the games started. She glanced over at the gamemakers again. OK. NOW it was annoying. Half of them were asleep now. She sighed, defusing her anger again. It was fine. This was fine. She didn't care what score she got....did she? Still...they could have a little more respect for the cats that were going to keep them entertained with all their little prissy frills. She couldn't help but glare over at them and bare her teeth. She didn't care if it was the one thing they saw from her. You know what? Fri/ck this. Sheri stormed up to the platform, and took the microphone that should have been used for announcements. It wasn't. This would do. If she would get any attention from them, it would be for this. Perfect- either way she'd get their attention, and leave them awake for the next tribute. She knew that tribute wouldn't know about this, but she was doing them a favor- at least she figured. A few gamemakers had woken up from their drowsy sleep. These few had noticed her grab the mircophone. They stared at her, dumbstruck. What was she doing? At least, that's what it looked like they were thinking. Sheri didn't know, they could still be thinking about what they were going to have for breakfast tomorrow. Sheri scowled and stomped on the floor with a paw, waking a few more up. Good. There were enough of them. Sheri's eyes grew a light, an angry and defiant light, that seemed to glow a red shade in the high contrast lighting of the room. She opened her mouth, looking them dead in the eyes. She spoke, " Would like to sing a song for you all! Sense you seem not to be entertained by violence, you uncultured swine." A few of them looked shocked that she would use this kind of language, and others nodded their heads, as if she weren't talking to them as well. Sheri stomped her paw on the floor, as if telling them to follow her with the beat. The idiots, they followed, clapping along. Sheri bared her teeth in a snarl, " I call it, When they Welded my with their Torch!" She said, her stomping getting faster, "Painful screams~! Painful words! Thirsting for any water, even if it's drowned in poison! Kept to this prison, this blacksmith's hammer and shack. This burning place! I was dipped into scorching flames. Burned, banged, shoved down. Suffocated! Welded to fit their mold!" Sheri's voice nearly strained with emotion, she wanted to go home, and this only reminded her of it. So be it, she allowed tears to slip down her cheeks, the light still in her eyes as she continued to look them in the eyes. They stared, understanding the lyrics, they glanced at each other, as if to assure one another that this was just a fluke. Sheri couldn't help but laugh under her breath, it wasn't. Opening her mouth to sing again. Sing again of the pain. "They beat me with their hammer! Of steal. But I'm used to it! It's all I've ever known. It numbs my body, leaving it wasted.~ And my screams? I can barely hear them! Screams of pain! Screams that mean fire, and screams that mean thunder! Welding me with their torch, tossed into their flames, burning, burning, burning. Burning in my own pain while they watch! They watch, they mold me like a toy, like a tool, like a sword. I was tossed into their fires, and one day- It will be thing that is their Reckoning! They'll leave me to burn, to suffer! According to them- I'm not fixed yet. I'm not molded yet. I'm not fixed yet! They all leave me to burn! I will be tossed into their fires! And they will weld me with their torch. Time and time again. One day~ You know what?? I will escape their torch! And you know what I will do? I will set the blacksmith's house, Aflame! BURN IT ALL. BURN IT ALL! Ashes and lava~ and it will burn, and boil. It will burn, and they will boil! And they, will feel, what I felt! WHEN THEY WELDED ME WITH THEIR TORCH!" Sheri finished. The fury from the song, she felt it. It was hers. She was proud of it. She didn't care about their reaction. The gamemakers? They were one small thing. In the grand scheme of things. She didn't care if they made her life terrible in the arena. She couldn't care anymore. She was ready for this. The arena. For real now. Stomping her paw on the ground one last time, she whipped around and stormed out of the gamemaker's room. She felt good. Unstoppable, in fact. She knew she wasn't, but she allowed herself to feel good in the moment. She deserved this. She'd been the good girl all her life. You can't be good when you have to take someone out, so she outta prepare herself for that. It was how she was going to survive- if she even did. She'd get as far as possible.....try her best. She guessed everyone would see how that went. Weather or not that was good.. was debatable. For now, prepare. The arena was coming. They'd all have be ready for it when it did.

Dedicated to the rules her family gave her
Sheri spent at least three weeks studying- on almost everything she could find in the capitol library at the time. Though her main subject was herbs, and she spent SO much time on them, making sure she knew every single one, and what it did, and the best ways to use it. She had so many notes. Most of this information, she has retained to this very day. She was also dedicated to no allies, and showing nobody what she was thinking or planning. Showing nobody how she fought. She tried to conceal herself. Her family had told her what she should do, which was to study up and do it alone. Though, Sheri made one exception to the ally rule. Halle. She stumbled across Halle, the blind she-cat, and decided to ally with the tribute, because she felt that she would have no excuse not to help them get as far as possible. The two secretly planned their alliance.

The change that was bound to happen
Sheri one day came back from the library, her thoughts plagued by home. She missed home, and she missed her mom and brother. She hated this, and she hated the capitol. In a fit of rage, Sheri tore through her dorm room stuff, and found her notes on herbs and other things. She then ripped them up, deciding that she didn't need to follow the rules so closely. Mainly because they made her think of the one thing she thought she would never see again. Home.

She then began to make friends, and met Aelia.

Goddamit, Aelia!
Sheri began harboring feeling for Aelia, eventually working up the courage to ask the other tribute out on a date. Aelia said yes, and Sheri set up a date the very next day. The two spoke for a while, and ate- Aelia eventually getting Sheri to sing. Something Sheri was good at, but had never done around anyone but her mom and brother before. The two parted that night very happy, and they began going out a bit. The only problem was.....Sheri was far from the only person who liked Aelia. Aelia was EXTREMELY popular, and had tons of other cats after her. One of these cats was Flint, who had, what looked to be the best chance with Aelia. Not a good way to start off an introduction with Sheri, trust me. The two met in a library- which lead to Sheri finding out, and in her rage- threatening Flint, and telling her to leave Aelia alone, before she gave the other she-cat another eye injury. Flint left the library terrified of Sheri, and she immediately told Aelia. Aelia confronted Sheri about it, causing Sheri to feel extremely bad about it, and embarrassed. She quickly apologized to Flint in the cafeteria, and the two made up, however, Sheri still secretly harbored a grudge against the other she-cat subconsciously. As things got more intense with Aelia's other love interests, Sheri decided to brake it off before things got to bad. Aelia told her it was fine, but Sheri still left. She told Aelia she needed a break, but she hoped they could still stay friends and allies.

Oh god, last minute alliances-
As it was announced that the games where happening the very next day, that left Sheri to scramble for some last minute alliances, as she'd been previously to mixed up with Aelia to do much in the ways of making alliances. She decided to make alliances with Aurum and Jagged- plus make sure that Aelia and her were still chill as she went into the games. She ended up making an unplanned alliance with with Flint as well. She and Aurum had met a while back, during the Flint drama. They were both climbing the rock wall, and arguing about the worth of District 10. Aurum angered Sheri by saying something. (Idk what it was, I don't remember at this point, it was so long ago, XD) None the less, Sheri had to admit, Aurum had been speaking logically and had a good point- he seemed smart and knew a lot about strategy. Sheri in weird way, respected him- and so she went to make an alliance with him, wanting a cat like him on her side. He said yes to the alliance, telling her that he respected her in the same way.

Arena Golden age- (Up to the merge, first two kills included)
The horn sounds off, and the tributes run out into the forest for cover. Sheri runs in that exact direction, followed by Aurum. They set up a small camp just outside of the river, in the roots of a rather large pine tree. This is their camp until the merge. About two days into the hunger games, Sheri left suddenly without telling Aurum, intending just to hunt- nothing major. She was perched on top of a rock, looking around for some prey in the fields, when she spotted a cat below her. This cat, was Wolf- Sheri pounced on Wolf from atop the rock, trying to pull a bit of a joke on the other tribute. The other tribute overreacted, causing Sheri to be angered- and in her anger, Sheri attacked Wolf. It escalated into a full blown battle to the death, in which Sheri won- holding onto the other tribute by the throat with a final death grip. She came back, a day later than intended, and bloodied up very badly- which shocked Aurum greatly. Aurum and Sheri were busy the next few days, getting herbs to heal Sheri's wounds- the most major of which being a scratch completely covering her one eye. Sheri ended up healing, and when she was nearly healed, Aurum met up with one of his Allies- Arya. Arya hadn't spoken to Aurum since training, but she had no one else to turn too, having left the careers. Sheri crashed the party, only half-healed at the time, and told Aurum that it wouldn't be in their best interest to have another cat with them. Essentially telling the two of them that, 'two's a party, but three's a crowd.' And that they had no real reason to trust Arya. They came to the conclusion that a truce would be best. Arya left, and Sheri and Aurum returned to normal. When Sheri had fully healed, she once again went out- this time actually seeking to eliminate a cat, because there had been no eliminations for a week, and she knew that the capitol would soon plan a way to speed things up. On her search, she stumbled across Arya, and feeling a bit like she had to prove herself to the other cat- she attacked her without a thought. The battle soon got heavy, and it became clear that only one of them would get out alive. As Sheri and Arya fought, Sheri spoke about how she was fine with killing Arya, because she had already killed. This made her come to the word- 'monster.' But when the word was spoke, it shocked Arya, that Sheri was willing to become a monster, and she gave in- saying that she would rather die than become a terrible cat, or as Sheri had spoken it- a 'monster.' She then let Sheri kill her- which shocked Sheri greatly, having not expected the tribute to give in after the fight had been going so long. She obliged, and snapped Arya's neck, something that would come to effect her for the rest of her time in the arena. She felt different with Arya then she had with Wolf, because Arya had given in, and Sheri could have showed her mercy. She didn't. And it haunted her- causing her to realize she needed a different mindset in order to survive. She already knew she was a bad cat, and a 'monster' by all means - and so she embraced it. She taught herself a new way, that everyone was terrible, and she was just the same. They were all grey- no matter how dark the shade got. It made her feel good, and it made her feel better. And so she returned to camp, after quite some time. This shocked Aurum greatly, who was surprised by such a huge change in Sheri's morals so suddenly and quickly. It was a change that he wasn't quite sure he liked, and it looked to be forever.

Love is a dagger (Aurum's death included):
Then the merge came, as there were 24 tributes left in their current arena, and 24 in tempest. A hovercraft came to pick the tributes up while Sheri was hunting. Stumbling out into the fields, she felt a strange sense of happiness as the wind from the hovercraft buffeted her face. She ran out into the fields, overcome with joy and happiness- entering the hovercraft with a laugh of celebration.

The hovercraft soon landed- and all the tributes dispersed. Sheri and Aurum met up, heading once more to the river to set up a new camp by it in a place like their old camp. They stayed there for a few days, before getting into a small argument about what to do next. Sheri began to bubble over with feelings, telling Aurum that he was being to cold. It escalated. This caused Sheri to reveal that she'd had a crush on Aurum, before storming off. Aurum watched her go, stunned to his core. That was the last time she ever saw Aurum. She headed off to the swamp, unaware that Aurum had engaged into a battle with Fern, and was on his deathbed. He died, with Fern watching him, and without ever telling Sheri the things she needed to hear. Sheri learned later that night, that he had died. Pain and shock jarred through her, and she ripped up a tree in rage- tears eventually finding their way down her cheeks. Angry at herself for leaving, she turned to hunting for other tributes. She then stumbled across Flint.

The past is my crisis (Flint, Heath, and Aelia's deaths.)
Coming upon Flint, Sheri was clouded by Aurum's death and rage at herself. She padded up to Flint- supposedly to talk to her. Flint was friendly, and Sheri was seemly that way as well. They discussed what had happened in the time that they had not seen each other. Sheri slowly let down her mask- letting Flint see the snake that was about to poison her. Flint did notice eventually, but by that time, it was too late. The snake had struck. Sheri leapt at Flint and attacked her, her rage carrying over from Aurum's death, and the drama in training. Sheri dealt a killing blow to Flint in her rage, and left the other tribute to die. Aelia, Flint's lover came across her in her dying moments, despite Sheri's lack of knowledge about it. Aelia was angry at Sheri for killing Flint, but didn't engage. Yet. Meanwhile, Sheri, satisfied for the first time in a long time- she took shelter from the storm, followed closely by killer acorns and a fire. After the fire was put out, Sheri wandered among the wreckage- thinking to herself, when her thoughts were interrupted by Heath. The tribute seemed innocent enough, but they soon angered Sheri with their carelessness of word, and Sheri, once again angry, attacked Heath in rage. It was a long, and weary battle- but Sheri won it. As she watched the other tribute bleed out, she spotted their pet, who was now without an owner. Sheri's anger faded, and she picked up the little creature- releasing them to the wild.

Sheri wandered the forest aimlessly for a while, before coming to the field where she'd taken shelter from the storm, and picking up a few herbs. She was interrupted by one of her allies, Halle. Halle and Sheri talked for a while, the two working to heal Sheri up. Sheri later noticed the sky turning grey, and she took shelter beneath some boulders just as it began to pour down rain of acid. Sheri stayed there, watching the rain- and when it faded, she padded out. Once more wandering around, She stumbled across Aelia. Spotting the other tribute, she began to sneak up on her like a piece of pray. She pounced, and Aelia engaged as well, having been angry already about Flint's death. The two fought, the battle wrought with emotion. Towards the end, Sheri let it slip how much Aelia had hurt her over the course of all of this, and Aelia was surprised. This caused the battle to slow, and Sheri fought her emotions with her thoughts to keep control. To hold onto herself. Managing to pull through, she jumped Aelia by surprise, who had thought that she was done battling with her. She rammed Aelia straight into the trunk of a tree, and killed her. Tying off her last loose end.

Betrayal raised me ( Halle, Jagged, and Fern's deaths)
Lightning, Halle was struck by lightning. Jagged and Sheri, both allies with her, stumbled across her as she lay dying, and comforted her in her last moments, just trying to hold it together. Halle gave them one last goodbye and passed away. Sheri was silent, her anger and sadness for the first time quiet. Deadly quiet. Jagged cried and yowled beside her, and Sheri did her best to comfort him- suggesting that they decorate her body with flowers before the hovercraft came to take her body. They did just that, arranging it to look just so. As if she were sleeping in a bed of flowers. Sheri then coaxed Jagged away from Halle's body, and they headed into the forest. They then set up camp together-staying there for a week to grieve before going their separate ways. ((Idk if this happened before Aelia's death or after, so just assume that it's before because I think it is!))

Thyme set a fire. It spread to the rest of the arena, circling around the cornucupia. Sheri was forced in, and jumped into the circle of the cornucupia from a tree branch. She landed and slammed up against the wall. The next few hours she spent trying to get comfortable (as she could) in the cornucupia. Going to stand on a large boulder, overlooking the burning arena- Sheri remembered. Just before the fire, She'd spoken to Azazel's ghost. He had let it slip that he wanted to use Jagged to win, and live through him vicariously. This plan included using Jagged to kill her so that he could win. Sheri did not want to go out that way, so she decided to try to kill Jagged before he was influenced by Azazel. She turned, and spotted exactly who she was looking for. Jagged. Putting on her mask, to hide the snake, she waved him over, and they talked for a while- before Sheri did the exact same thing she did with Flint. Slowly she lifted up the mask to reveal the snake- and like Flint, Jagged only realized what was happening to late. The snake struck once more, and Sheri backstabbed Jagged and killed him- leaving him to bleed out on that boulder by the ring of fire.

Sheri was cleaning her wounds, when she was interrupted by Fern. Fern looked badly beat up as well, having just come from a battle like Sheri. At this time, there were only four cats in the arena, and the two knew what they had to do. Sheri attacked first, as she often did, leaping upon Fern. Though she did not know that Fern had killed Aurum, she was still resolute in her goal. Like the battle with Heath, it was a long and tough one, but Sheri eventually won it. Battered, Bleeding and broken, Sheri stumbled farther into the cornucupia- spotting Devon.

You disappoint me (Battle with Devon, winning the games):
Sheri stumbled in a dire state, upon Devon. Devon also wasn't doing so hot, his limbs shaking from fatigue. Both of them tired and battered from battles that had just finished not even moments before. Here it was. Sheri didn't expect to get out of the arena- in fact, she didn't want to. She regarded herself as the villain, as a terrible, grey, person. She didn't feel like she deserved it- in truth, she was just there to make Devon's last few moments in the arena a living hell. Because she enjoyed it. She was monster, she was grey, no matter what she did, so she felt she might have a bit of fun. She taunted Devon like so, all while expecting, and telling herself that the other tribute would win. Pretty soon, both of them were on the brink of death- each one blow away from falling. Even so, she expected Devon to pull though. That was why she was so shocked when he crumpled to the floor beneath her claws, his legs giving way, and the light fading out of his eyes. Sheri froze, shock and disappointment washing over her body like a wave. What...? She'd never expected to win. No, she didn't want to win. Devon had to get up. Sheri, scared, nudged his body with a paw- like a kitten afraid of the unknown. Then the canon went off- scaring her. She jumped as explosions when off in the sky, presumably fire works. An announcer telling the capitol that she had won. The capitol doctors rushing her into the hovercraft. Then collapsing, as her knees buckled beneath her weight.

She woke up in the hospital- and the victor of round 3 of the hunger games.

Family
Jay Fallowlope- Her younger half brother, the two of them lived with Sheri's mom, Lilly. ((Very positive))

Lilly Conci- Sheri's mom, scolded her for what she did in the games, never told Jay about her being reaped. ((Neutral-Negative))

??? Fallowlope- Her dad, left her and her mom at a young age, cheated, left Jay for dead, never cared about them. ((VERY negative))

?????- Has heard of this cat a few times, has seen them from afar. Knows they're a good cat by the word of others ((Neutral-positive))

???/- Has also heard of this cat, but knows the terrible things they did, and NEVER wants to come in contact with them ((Neutral-Double Negative))

????- Does not know of this cat's existence. ((Neutral))

Other tributes
Aelia- sort of her Ex, though they never actually dated. She disagrees with her a quite a bit on SO MANY things. ((Negative))

Flint- Doesn't know her real well, just knows her from training, and the fact that she's the one Aelia ended up with in the end. ((Neutral-Negative))

Aurum- The two got along well for the most part in life, but the last couple of times they've talked it hasn't been the most pleasant. ((Neutral-Positive-Negative?))

Halle- She met this cat in training, they always got along well, and she was sad to see the other tribute go. ((Positive))

Jagged- For the most part these two were good, but Sheri ended up changing her tune, and backstabbing him, so....idk. ((Neutral-Positive-Negative?))

Wolf- This was Sheri's first kill, and She didn't know much about the other tribute, other than they swore a lot when they fought. ((Neutral))

Arya- Sheri and this cat didn't really like each other much before their battle, but their battle was pretty BAD, soo yeah. ((Neutral-Negative))

Heath- the two didn't meet 'till Heath angered Sheri, so they fought to the death, which is not good at all, haha. ((Negative))

Fern- Sheri didn't know about Fern killing Aurum, but she already had a pretty meaningless relationship with the cat. ((Neutral-Negative))

Devon- Sheri never met Devon before the final battle, but she was disappointed in the results of this final battle, and therefore disappointed in Devon. ((Neutral-Negative))

The victors
Fennec- Sheri doesn't know this cat well, but they seem wise enough, and they aren't being aggressive, so she's ok with them. ((Neutral))

Acacia- Sheri expected to have a bad relationship with this victor, but was pleasantly surprised when they sort of got along, haha. ((Neutral-Positive))

Del Segna- Taunted Sheri in training, and the two antagonized one another- they didn't really get along, and now they CERTAINLY don't. Sheri sort of hate's Del's guts. ((VERY Negative))

Trivia~
-Sheri has a talent for singing!

- She can swim well, surprisingly.

- Her favorite flavor of gum is mint~

- She knows A LOT about herbs and healing.

- Her IRL birthday is January 26th, meaning she's an Aquarius.

- She is roleplayed by WesternGates on scratch

- She likes gushers, the candy, more specifically the blue ones!

- When getting coffee, she will take anything strong or black.

- She tends to wear colors like Black, Purple, Blue and the tiniest bits of pink and white mixed in.

Other quotes~
"Welcome to hell, where all the demons are coming for ya!"- Sheri to Flint during their battle.

"You were my last loose end." - Sheri to Aelia after killing the other tribute.

"Opinions change like the weather."

"You can damn me all you want, but You'll never get rid of me."

"You're very pretty, you know that? .... I'd hate to ruin a pretty face." - Sheri to Jagged right before she betrayed him

"You know what? I hate your eyes- like two shiny gold coins that scream 'you won the lottery!', Well guess what? I didn't want to win that lottery!" - Sheri to Del in the hospital.