[b]UNDER CONSTRUCTION[/b] (Will finish this after work or tomorrow.)

[center][b]District 8's Bondi Cobalt; 24 years old; Female[/b][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/LaZVpwE.png[/img]

[b]Family:[/b] 
None

[b]Strength:[/b]
She is manipulative and quick on her feet, when it comes to problem-solving.

[b]Weakness:[/b]
She uses her body for many things, but strength and endurance isn't her strong-suit. She prefers to have other people do the work, and then she'll get into the nitty-gritty of the rest.

[b]Weapon of choice:[/b]
Daggers and anything that is easy to conceal within clothing.

[b]Bio/Background:[/b]
Beautiful. When anyone tried to describe Bondi, they would always use that word. Intelligent, kind, and honest were never words that she heard about herself. It was always “Beautiful”. It was sickening really. Was that all she was? Would she always just be a pretty face and nothing else? Bondi didn’t want to think so. She worked hard, surpassing kids in school and if she couldn’t, at least she could keep up. Her mother, a school teacher in the District, always scolded her for working too hard.

“Bondi, you were born with looks. Use them. Don’t waste your time with this meaningless stuff. Your face can get you anywhere.”

It all didn’t make sense to here. Why should everything be handed to her just because of her face-shape, or her body-size? At a young age, Bondi grew up like a normal District 8 girl. She was due to begin 5-hour shifts at the textile factory on her 13th birthday and that was what she expected. It wasn’t until she reached puberty at the age of 12 that her parents began to enforce ‘beauty = power’ outlook.

When Bondi turned 14, her older brother, Teal, was selected as tribute for District 8. It was the 65th Hunger Games and on the second day, he found himself at the end of Finnick Odair's spear. His death shook the entire family but it hit their mother the most. Within weeks she was bed-ridden and soon died. Before passing, she gave Bondi a blue barrette. It was after the death of her mother and brother that Bondi realized how permanent death was. She would never see them again. She would never hear them again. Both of their lives were taken in front of her eyes. She wouldn't allow the same fate to happen to her.

Two years later, Bondi had the body of a full-grown woman and was not surprised when her name was called at The Reaping. During the 67th Hunger Games, Bondi battled with herself on a moral level. Sponsors wasn't a problem and by the third day, Bondi realized what her audience wanted. Could she do it? She didn't want to. Would it help her survive? Maybe. Would it shame her? There was a large possibility, but she had to use the gift she was given. At the end of Day 6, Bondi was left with two other opponents. She didn't know their names, only their Districts: 5 and 10. With a small set of daggers hidden safely in the elastic of her pants, Bondi set out in search of 5 and 10 with one goal. Survival.

Before she found their camp, the cannon went off, startling her. She quickly patted her body down making sure that it wasn't meant for her and after calming down, she heard leaves crunching. Looking up, Bondi found herself eye to eye with District 5's tribute. He was a lanky boy, probably around the age of 17. Clutched in his right hand was a fresh bloodied sword. It was only the two of them left. It was her or him. As he started to rush toward her, Bondi found herself unable to move. Where would she go? He would catch up with her. He would find her. She was a dead girl, unless she could do something and her plan on sneaking up on the two obviously didn't work in her favor. 

"Wait.." was the only thing she could muster to say and surprisingly, he stopped. She could smell the sweat, dirt, and blood that radiated from him and did her best not to grimace. "Wait, please..." She took a step forward, holding her hands up in the air and put them against his chest. "Can I have a kiss, first?" Surprisingly, he obliged and before he could pull away, he was a dead-man. Bondi learned that day that distracted boys were dead boys. Her mother was right all along.

[b]Token:[/b]
A barrette that has been passed down from her great-great-great grandmother.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/VbVn9o0.png[/img]

[b]The Year Won:[/b] 
67th Hunger Games[/center]