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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Princess Cupcake, aka Scapebabe
Other characters: Max "X5-452" Guevara

IN CHARACTER
Name: Gretel
Fandom: Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters
Canon point/AU: Post Film
Journal: [personal profile] candy_grrl
PB: Gemma Arterton
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History: HERE.

Presentation: Everything about Gretel is in your face tough. It takes a lot to scare her, since she has been facing the terrifying since she was a little girl, and with the help of her brother Hansel, winning.

Gretel has spent so much time hunting witches that she really hasn’t had time to learn much about what it means to be lady-like. She’s also not terribly savvy when it comes to social cues. She has a mouth like a sailor and far prefers rough company over that of gentlemen and those of refined temperament.

Motivations: Her most important relationship is naturally the one she has with her brother, Hansel. It’s not that she can’t function without him, but that the pair had no one to depend on but each other for so long. They often split up during the course of their witch hunting activities, and have absolute trust in the other’s capabilities. This won’t stop them from doing everything they can to find each other when given the opportunity, however.

An important and recent change for Gretel involves learning about her parentage. While her father was a human, her mother was a Great White Witch, and that means Gretel herself is a Great White Witch. When she picked up a wand belonging to a black witch, it glowed in response to her power, however it is completely untapped. The fact that she herself is a witch causes some internal turmoil for Gretel, but not enough for her to stop hunting those that use magic for evil. To date she has not attempted to harness her magic, and if it were ever gone, she is not entirely sure she would miss it.


SAMPLES
Thread: [Gretel seizes the network device, gripping it with both hands as she looks into it with what is not-quite a scowl.]

Now listen here. You want to play this game where I do nothing but die, over and over again for your entertainment? I'll manage. Living in world where there are no witches - where there are no black witches, anyway - I might be willing to trade this in exchange.

But you made me leave my brother behind, and that is not acceptable. So if I ever find you, whomever you are, you better be prepared to explain to me what the fuck is going on, or produce my brother on the spot. I'm not afraid of you. And if I find out he's being held somewhere...[her expression softens, but stays determined] Hansel, I'll find you. And I'm coming for you. I'll always come for you, the way you'd come for me.


Prose:
You have been set in a room in front of the Gamemakers to be judged on a score of one to twelve, with one being the lowest and twelve being the highest.

If you are a new tribute, you have been plucked from home and rushed in here with only a brief explanation of what is going on: You are about to enter an arena death match that only one person will make it out of, and impressing these people will help you live.

If you are someone from Panem, then you are very unlucky. You know what's going on but... you were told all the tributes were from a foreign land now. So why are you in front of the Gamemakers fighting for your life now? Are you a criminal, a traitor, deeply in debt? Or do you even know why you were shoved in to this room?


Gretel is pissed off enough as it is to have to be here, and she’s not keen at all on this whole idea of dying in an arena for the entertainment of others. This is not the gig she signed up for. Still, when her name is called, she walks into the staging area, peering furtively up at the gamemakers.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She mutters, scowling. For a moment she just stands there, like she doesn’t know what to do, even though the purpose of the assessment has been explained to her. There’s a long, awkward bout of silence, both from those assessing her and Gretel herself.

Finally though, she sighs. “Alright, fine.”
Eyeing the weapons on the rack, Gretel stalks over and picks up a crossbow. Without hesitation, she turns and fires it thrice – on one target, it pierces the heart. On the second, it’s dead center between where the eyes would be.
And the third? The third is directly in the crotch area. The wincing expressions of some of the gamemakers – most certainly all of the male ones, at any rate, provides her with some satisfaction.

Disgusted, Gretel doesn’t loiter for commentary. She tosses the crossbow aside in disgust, and without another word, stalks her way back to exit the same way she came in.


What is your character scored: 8. Despite the fact that Gretel is highly skilled, she is not in the habit of killing people. Also, she's pretty abrasive, and that might not make her much of a media darling. After all, she's spent her life killing witches, not flirting and wearing pretty dresses.

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