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Character profile

(view spoiler)[Name: Avery Hawk
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthday: October 15
Province: St. George

Appearance:

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Voice claim: Jennifer Lawrence
Height: 5' 8"
Personality:

Avery is an actor who can pull off just about any role. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and would do anything to protect them. Or avenge them. She feels shy around strangers, but, unless that's what she's going for, you would never be able to guess. Since her brother's death, she has slowly become more and more focused on revenge, to the point that it's becoming an obsession. She sometimes recognizes it as such, and gets a little worried about herself, but she still wants to make the king pay.

History:

Avery's parents died in a car crash when she was three, and she doesn't remember them very well. She and her brother were raised by their grandmother. Her brother joined the army and was stationed in the palace as a guard. When Avery was sixteen, the king had her brother killed due to his secret relationship with Princess Dahyun. While the king never shared this information, Avery, having heard a lot about the princess in her brother's letters, put two and two together. Ever since then, she has hated the king, and has sworn to get revenge. After her grandmother's death the following year, she focused on revenge more than ever. She learned how to use a gun and throw knives. She's also a rising star as an actor and has appeared in several movies. She did all she could to ensure she would be selected and intends to use this Selection as an opportunity to get her revenge on the king.

Likes:

Fitted clothes
knife-throwing
acting
playing the violin
pants

Dislikes:

the king
all the royals (at least at first, not sure about later)
the Selection
being alone
being with people she doesn't know
dresses (for the most part)

Fears:

Being alone for the rest of her life
Failing to get vengeance
Losing herself
Being found out

Relationships:

Brother - Aiden Hawke (deceased)
Grandmother - Morgan Adams (deceased)
Father - James Hawke (deceased)
Mother - Regina Hawke (deceased) (hide spoiler)]

Avery entered her apartment, kicking off her shoes, and tossing her jacket onto the sofa.

It had been the last day of filming for her most recent movie. She was pretty proud of her acting in it. She wondered what the critics would say when it was released.

She had won New Actress of the Year, so it seemed that she had a promising career ahead of her.

She shifted through the mail she had brought in. She knew what would be arriving any day now that the crown prince was nineteen.

And sure enough, there it was.

She tore open the letter and scanned the contents.

A chance to compete for the hand of Crown Prince Felis, huh?

More like a chance to finally get revenge on King Andras.

She smirked, as she headed over to the counter, and grabbed a pen. She quickly filled out the form and readied it to mail out tomorrow.

She was a rising star. Surely, they would consider her. The Selected were supposedly chosen randomly, but she didn't believe that. There was no way the royal family would actually allow that.

But in that case, she should have a better chance. Right?

She headed into her room, grabbed one of her small throwing knives, and tossed it at the picture of His Royal Majesty pinned to the board hanging on her wall.

Sometimes she just needed to take her anger out on the cause of her pain.

"I'll avenge you, Aiden," she whispered, picking up another knife. "I'll make him pay." And if she wasn't chosen... well, she would find another way.

She let the knife fly.

Right between the eyes.

Avery turned on the TV. The Report was just starting. Good.

She took a seat on the sofa, glancing over at the photo of her and Aiden sitting on the end table.

Everyone had always gone on about how similar they looked. Avery felt a bit nervous. Same hair, same eyes, same last name. The king would know who she was. If he even remembered.

Maybe he had such a habit of killing guards for no reason that he didn't keep track. Or maybe Aiden's name and face had been unimportant and unmemorable to him. All that mattered was that he had loved a princess.

Why had Aiden had to fall for a princess? Why not a maid?

She turned back to the TV, as the reporter started announcing the Selected from each province.

There were plenty of girls he had never heard of, but there were other celebrities too. Quite a few of them.

"From St. George, Avery Hawke."

Her picture flashed across the screen.

She had done it. She was in.

She glanced back over at the photo. "I've done it, Aiden."

She leaned back. "Take that Your Majesty."