Clarity Fahran

## Bio

*Clarity Farhan (she/her). Trainer. 113 Victor. Twenty-six. Kinza Hashmi.*

* What was their childhood like?

Clarity Farhan is the only child of two trainers at the Academy, and any time they hadn't spent training students at the Academy was spent spending time with and training their small daughter at home.

Surprisingly for a family in One, most of the Farhan family was uninterested in volunteering for the Games. They came from a long line of Academy employees, with a few Peacekeepers sprinkled in for good measure. They made a quiet living out of their skills in combat and self-defense, and with a steady stream of volunteers to willingly bear the brunt of the Games, they were able to live in their tiny bubble: getting married, having children, celebrating birthdays, and never being touched by the grim shadow of poverty.

Of course, such things are taken for granted when that is all one knows.

Clarity was an overachiever as a child, endlessly eager to impress. She took her craft seriously, often staying at the training grounds after hours, spending her free time mastering just about any weapon or martial arts style she could get her hands on. She lived to achieve, to move up in the world, because what else was there? The foundations of One were built on Honor, Valor, and Excellence. Clarity would represent all of those things, and continue to earn adulation and praise.

Over time, between her only child status, preferential treatment as a trainer's daughter, and all that adulation and praise handed to her like hot cakes, it may have gone just a touch to Ms. Farhan's head.

She became increasingly outspoken, feeling as though she could say what she wanted and receive no repercussions. She flipped her hair as she walked the halls of the Academy, allowing others to bask in her near-phosphorescent glow. And, soon, Clarity found that becoming a simple trainer or peacekeeper wouldn't be enough for her, and young Clarity's eyes fell to the Games.

* How do they feel about the Games?

Clarity was raised with the Games as an afterthought in her life, something she would never need to worry about. After her head had begun to swell, she saw the Games as another glorious piece to add to the shrine to her own excellence.

After everything that's happened, she still views the Games as a vehicle, but one that is careening dangerously out of control. She could never and has never considered the idea they need not to exist at all: They are a necessary evil: one that can earn you great acclaim if used correctly.

* What drove them to their current occupation? Do they like it?

TW: light descriptions of violence and death

Clarity had been on the tribute track for years at this point, and she had made sure everyone knew it. She worked hard and never rested on her laurels, but her mouth kept moving, spilling every little thought that passed through her mind without even a cursory edit.

"Only tellling the truth" she'd shrug when she pointed out a fellow Academy student's obvious incompetence.

"They just let anyone in here, don't they?" A casual remark said with a smile shortly after her latest sparring victory.

"If you're not going to prepare, why even show up?" She punctuated that sentence with a well-timed flip of her hair. It was an honest question. She'd spent hours last night using her parents' special access to the training floor to get in hours of extra training. Why couldn't everyone else?

It was during one of those late night practices that a terrible accident happened.

The reaping for the 113th Hunger Games were coming up in only a few days. One of the chosen volunteers had been granted extra training time, meaning Clarity wouldn't be the only one in the gym. It had been entirely deserted. No other soul in sight. They'd been on opposite sides of the room, and the volunteer had begun lifting weights.

When Clarity heard the sickening crunch and hollow howl of pain, she rushed over immediately. Her head swam in shock as she realized it was already too late. She made the call for a medic, just in case, but she already knew. This wasn't the first time this had happened, of course. Academy students were worked to the bones, and accidents happened. But, it was the first time Clarity had ever watched someone die, right in front of her.

It wouldn't be the last.

The question of the volunteer's replacement was brought up almost insultingly early. The Academy never made plans for back up volunteers, for fear someone would find that information and try to seize their glory. The Academy decided to leave the decision open to other students at the Academy, allowing them to help one of their fellows find their glory.

Clarity had actually been a bit shocked at the overwhelming number of votes she'd gotten. She knew she was beloved, of course, but she'd always assumed the students surrounding her had been jealous and untrusting of her. It was heartwarming, to say the least. Finally, the one who would become her district partner approved the decision. They said they would be honored to go into the arena alongside Clarity Farhan. They were about 22, and at their prime.

So, at only 16, Clarity Farhan raised her hands at the reaping to claim her place in the hallowed halls of true excellence.

The Career Pack that year bonded quickly. They trained alongside each other and moved as one. Clarity's private training score was stellar, as was expected. She had demonstrated several holds and grapples, the proper way to wield a sword, hit a few targets in archery, and dodged an array of throwing knives before returning fire. It was the culmination of all of her training, and the Pack had patted her on the back for her score, especially at such a young age.

On Launch Day, Clarity knew she had a team that woukd work with her and hold her up. She'd be victorious.

The Pack tasked Clarity with entering the Bloodbath and retrieving a few weapons. Clarity took the job with pride. She bobbed and weaved, grabbing a backpack and what she could carry, pleased with her performance. She'd even managed to seriously injure a fellow tribute! She returned to the spot they'd quickly whispered to meet, and she arrived the find the pack divvying up another array of weapons that someone else had pilfered.

When they turned to see her, their faces contorted in \*loathing\* and \*disgust.\* Most of all her partner.

She hated to admit it, but she froze. She'd seen the expression before, of course, but she'd never seen it leveled at her. She'd learn later, much later, that the Academy as a whole believed the last volunteer's death hadn't been an accident. And that just about the entirety of the Academy despised her.

She heard one of the pack members mumble something about her still being alive, and then they fell on her.

She'd been so shocked she was barely able to defend herself.

She'd never truly noticed before, but she was truly the youngest and smallest of the whole bunch. Catching her so by surprise, they quickly overpowered her, beating her with their fists, cutting her with their knives, and kicking her until it hurt to breathe. One of them had used their heel to dig her face into the dirt. Another kicked her face, removing most of her front teeth.

It was a sudden Gamemaker event that had inadvertently saved her. The ground moved and shook and her body fell, down, down, down into a newly formed chasm. The Pack left her, figuring she wouldn't be much longer for this world.

Clarity laid there for what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few minutes. After those few moments, she faintly heard the scuffling of feet as someone hurried down the side of the chasm.

Someone was coming for her.

She woke up a little while later being cared for by a woman from District Six. She was about 24 and had witnessed the Pack turn against her. She told her she'd been a medic back in Six, and was unable to leave her there. It went against some oath she'd taken long ago. Plus, Clarity had been so small compared to them.

So helpless.

Once Clarity was back on her feet, she and the woman from Six walked the arena together in an awkward, but somehow safe, silence. Clarity didn't know what to say or what to do, and neither did her companion. But, neither of them had made a move to hurt the other yet. So, she supposed they were allies.

They stayed on the outside of the arena, avoiding others, just surviving. They heard the cannons build up and up, soon realizing there weren't very many left. Before long, they knew it was only them and the Pack left.

Clarity told her to leave them be for now. They'd shortly start turning against each other and take most of themselves out on their own. Then they would strike.

But, the girl from Six made Clarity promise that, should things go bad, she'd give her a lethal dose of some vial of something from inside the pack she'd stolen in the cornucopia. She knew she couldn't bring herself to do what she needed to to survive. She wouldn't be leaving.

But, that time would never come. The Pack had decided to find them and take them out first.

Clarity was forced to watch as her new companion was ambushed. Worst of all? Their ambush had been sloppy. If she'd known any self-defense, any at all, she might have been able to survive.

There had only been two left in the Pack. Clarity made quick work of them shortly after and was declared Victor of the 113th Games.

The Girl from Six stuck with Clarity. She saw her face everywhere while on her Victor's Parade. When she returned to One, most of them turned from her. She had not been the favorite to win. She was not welcome. Yet, those in Six showed her at least a tiny modicum of respect.

When faced with the choice of becoming a Mentor for One, the choice was easy. She turned it down almost immediately, offering her skills as a Trainer instead.

From then on, Clarity would seek out her own glory in the hearts of others, circling the tributes, looking for the weakest, the most out of their depth, and giving them the power they'd need to survive in the arena. She would create a victor out of the underdog one day, and would bring shame to her the district that had formerly been her home. Her choice to place her faith behind non-Career tributes had solidified her place as an outcast in One, and she now lives in the Capitol, teaching combat skills and martial arts to Capitolites to help make ends meet inbetween Games.

* How do they treat tributes? Mentors? Escorts? Other characters?

Clarity searches for the most out of their depth, yet willing to learn, and tries to mold them into future victors in a few short days. She enjoys their innocence and naivete about the arena, finding it refreshing. But, she still sees them as potential for her to solidify her own glory someday, knowing how spectacular she'd look for single-handedly forming a winner from some nobody district. She is a taskmaster of a trainer, wanting to push her tributes to their limits. She outright denies Career tributes access to her skills.

She's still got a bit of an arrogant streak to her, though the trauma and thr amount of time she spends around non-Careers has mellowed her significantly. She's still searching for true glory, and is quick to point out the strengths of her protegees (although she has yet to produce a true victor in her ten years yet.)

As for anyone else, Clarity spends much of her time doing and thinking about training. Her interests are non-existent beyond that, so most uninvolved in that lifestyle would find her awkward to talk to.

* What is their personality like?

Clarity is still a bit of an arrogant loudmouth, but now she's batting for the underdog. She's looking to cause disruption in the Games, wanting unexpected Games results, and loving to see anyone from her former district/any other career district brought down a peg. She can be a but shrill, and is a taskmaster, but she can also be quite inspiring as a trainer.

* Three strengths and three weaknesses?
* (+)unyielding
* (+)inspiring
* (+)ambitious
* (-)arrogant
* (-)loud
* (-)cloying

*PENNED BY: Erin*