#like a genius programmer that just pushes the code and never debugs it

[starscream-is-my-wife]

A quick trip to the Arctic

[tothewaterhq]

ACCEPTED // ZOSIA DILLON

district 3 → trainer → jade tailor fc (she/her)

positive traits: resourceful, witty, insightful negative traits: detached, finicky, boastful specialty: traps/snares

tw: death mention, tw: weapons

what made your character decide to become a trainer?

It was offered to her and she felt like a trip to the capitol. It came at a good time for her as she was still in her rebellious phase, even though she was twenty three years old. It meant she could escape her family once every year and do, what she considers, easy work.

biography:

Abbott Dillon was a scatterbrain. That’s what his parents had always referred to him as. He’d forget his own name if it wasn’t sewed into his clothes. His train of thoughts often sped past him. And even on the day his daughter was born, he’d forgotten the name he’d wanted to call her. Zosia, his wife Irys suggested. Who could forget a name like that? It was supposed to stand for wisdom. Being the daughter of Abbott, an esteemed programmer and Irys, a competent analyst, meant Zosia was destined to be intelligent. She didn’t disappoint. Words formed in her lips before most children, she was walking quickly, reading at the age of four. She would do great things, Abbott ensured his wife on her first day of school, after a quick dash in the morning because he’d forgotten to wake her. However, they both waved goodbye to her on time, hoping that she wouldn’t disappoint.

It quickly became apparent to Zosia that she learnt more at home than she ever did at school. So, she didn’t pay much attention and quickly became scatterbrain junior. She was just so bored learning about capitol propaganda and how to spell words. She didn’t care about that stuff. So, after a while Abbott started deliberately forgetting to take her to school, so she could stay at home and learn with him. His workshop was situated in the basement of their house. Full to the brim with computer screens and various technologies. AI software, security systems. Abbott’s job was to debug them, create them and occasionally weaponize them.  He left that last part out when he’d explained it to Zosia. Even without that titbit of information, she was excited to get started. She was a kinetic learner who liked to touch things. After a while her father had to draw a line by the dangerous machines that she wasn’t allowed to touch. Tape didn’t stop her. Curiosity would take her down to the basement in the middle of the night. She’d tap away on the keys, copying what her father had done. She learned quickly that she was good at seeing and spotting problems. First it was in her father’s coding. A wrong bracket, missing periods. Then it was in the actual technologies. Wires were in the wrong place, preventing the thing from working. It took her about a year to muster the courage to start changing things without her father’s knowledge. Abbott started coming down to things that were working much better than they had been before. He may not have been the most blessed man when It came to common sense, but he wasn’t a total idiot. He didn’t think it was elves that did it. So, he started testing her, passing her things, asking her questions that she shouldn’t know the answers to, but did. Abbott knew his daughter couldn’t pretend to not know the answers. He caught her out. Face full of pride.

They became more of a team when the years went on. Which was a blessing for the older man who was about to receive the workload of his life. Zosia was thirteen when Abbott was given the task to create and programme traps to be used in the hunger games. Afraid of telling Zosia their real purpose he led her to believe they were for animals in the outer lying woods. So, she naturally went and read up on all sorts of snares and traps to prepare. With her new knowledge she helped him design motion sensors that shot out poison darts, human sized technological bear traps with cloaking devices, facial recognition software that would kill a recognised criminal with a bullet to the head. Zosia took over when it came to the mechanics of everything, her father did the programming. She got older, understanding what the things they were designing could do but not batting an eyelid until they started working on a computer chip that was designed to be implanted in every citizens head. Something that would explode and kill someone as soon as the capitol pushed a button. She knew that the chip was messed up. She knew that it was probably ordered by the capitol. However, she turned a blind eye until her father explicitly said it.

‘You let me help you with this murder machine?’ help meaning do most of the work. She’d snapped at him in an attempt to protect her own conscious. Put it all on him, that’s what her brain told her to do. She trashed their workshop, throwing his designs in the fire, including the chip. Or so she led him to believe. Something in her brain told her she couldn’t. All that work, that genius. So, she pretended to burn it with the rest, later hiding it in in the back of a silver necklace she’d taken from her mother.

After that she decided to become a selfish person. Working with other people was so hard. She had to look out for number one. Deciding to rebel and pick up a job engineering. Which she was good at but got bored quickly. So, she then rebelled by dating women, which is where her passions had always lied romantically. She went through them pretty quickly as well. Once she got bored there she fretted in and out of projects and hobbies like nobody’s business.

It wasn’t until she was twenty two that she returned to trap making. After an accident in her fathers basement had blown both his legs off and all their old traps had resurfaces. A woman had been speaking about a rat problem she was having. So Zosia offered to make some traps that would kill them instantly. Originally, she’d offered to do it for free but mid-creation she’d stuck a price tag on her services. Which didn’t make the woman very happy. However, after threatening to ‘forget’ to set the traps the woman agreed. Next, she was asked to set up a security system in an elderly man’s home. Then the peacekeepers came knocking, requesting her services to set traps behind the fence of District three to prevent people escaping. She did as she was paid to do.  But the peacekeepers didn’t stop at one job. Another, then another. Then came the job of a lifetime. ‘Help train the tributes for the games.’ They’d offered her. Which she’d found bizarre. She wasn’t the best trap setter in panem. There were probably other people better suited for the job. Zosia had never been a people person. Yet the capitol had ulterior motives, she knew that. Her father had told them years ago that Zosia had come up with the weapon designs, she had destroyed the chip. If they had her in their hands, they could try get her to recreate it.

Truthfully, Zosia didn’t care about the chip. She cared about going to the capitol. The bright lights and big city was a drug to her. She’d arrived and been given a fancy apartment. Nicer than anything she’d ever lived in. The work was easy. Her detachment from the tributes made watching them die easier. However, she knew she didn’t really fit in with the victors and stylists. She was a tomboy-ish engineer who was there out of circumstance. So, she simply stopped trying to fit in. She had and still has a marmite personality. Her lackadaisical attitude sometimes rubs tributes and mentors the wrong way. She makes inappropriate jokes more times than not and she has such a neutral stance on things that some people get annoyed. A rebellion? Capitol massacre? Zosia’s mentality had been herself first for years. If it wasn’t, she would’ve thrown away the mind-blowing device that she continues to wear around her neck years ago, to save the lives of innocent civilians.  As long as it wasn’t her being targeted, she was cool.

PLAYED BY // JO