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my name is Wisteria Ramsdell and I go by Wis, I’m Fourteen years old, and the victor of the 97th annual hunger games from District Eleven. That was the year with the Cliffside Beach Arena. My preferred pronouns are she and her, some people think I look like Lola Flanery but I'm not convinced. I really shouldn’t be saying this but… I’m Pro-Rebellion. Just ‘cuz, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I think I might love my best friend.  Like they say, “May the odds be ever in your favor”.
Additional Facts
Birthday: September 28, 84
Gender: Cis-woman
Token: A yellow hair ribbon
Family : Benjamin (brother, 9 years older), Kane (brother, 7 years older, deceased), McIntosh (brother, 4 years older), Johnathan (brother, 3 years older), Cortland (twin brother, deceased in 97th Hunger Games), Crispin (brother, 8 years younger)
Pets : Pumpkin (a raccoon she raised from a baby)
Prefered weapon (If they know, if they don’t know just guess what they would like)
Three Strengths
Three Weaknesses
Important notes:
Lost her twin brother in her Games
Detailed Bio
When Wisteria was born into the Ramsdell family it was with four brothers already preceding her, and one whom she’d shared a womb with born just minutes before her. She never stood a chance of getting away with anything and no one stood a chance of ever picking on her and getting away with it. She was doomed to live an overprotected life from the very first breath she took. Even more so than the little brother who would follow eight years after her.
From the moment she began to develop a personality, everyone commented on how happy she was. On what a sweet baby she was. And this extended as she grew. She knew no stranger, she knew not how to be mean or rude. When she began helping her parents in the fields, it was always with a smile on her face and her favorite bright yellow ribbon in her hair. She made friends easily wherever she went.
That didn’t mean she didn’t get into her fair share of trouble. In fact that over protectiveness from her elder brothers often caused her to climb higher in the trees of the orchards or to follow through with her friends’ (and she had plenty of them) dares in search of approval and amusement from her friends. She broke an arm at five years old jumping from a tree because a boy from the orchard had dared her too. She didn’t see what all the fuss was about at home and she’d be back in that same exact tree the second her brothers turned their backs.
It was that same sense of acting out and rebelling that brought her her first pet at seven years old. She’d wanted one for years but her parents had told her no. However, when she found a baby raccoon laying with it’s mother’s cold body one late fall evening, she brought it home. Her parents insisted she take it to the district vet to be put down, but she didn’t and the raccoon soon became her pet. She nursed it until it was able to eat food, then she shared her food with it. It slept in her bed with her, nuzzling into the space behind her legs when she’d curl up on her side. She named him Pumpkin because his favorite treat was pumpkin seeds. The raccoon was possibly the second best friend she had, the first of course being Magnolia Ackerman.
Wisteria and Magnolia grew up together, just weeks apart, with parents who worked together, they’d be forever attached at the hip. Maggie was there to help raise Pumpkin. Wisteria was there to hold Magnolia’s hand and hug her close when Maggie’s older sister died in the Games, comforting her friend as she cried. And then when Wisteria’s brother Kane had an accident during the harvest season of Year 92 and died, Wisteria having seen it happen, Maggie was there to dry her best friend’s tears. Wisteria would continue to be the best friend she could, trying to keep her friends spirits up when Maggie was reaped, but oldest sister volunteered and went into the 96th Hunger Games, celebrating when she won.  There was not a thing in the world Wisteria wouldn’t do for her best friend. And so when Magnolia’s name was called from the reaping bowl for the second time, the first time being only the year before, Wisteria only hesitated a second before raising her hand to volunteer. And seconds after her, Cortland in an attempt to keep her safe.
When Maggie came out of the arena alive it was with one less brother, and a new found hatred for the Capitol. She couldn’t believe that her best friend’s name being called a second time was a coincidence. How many times could one family be reaped, how many times could one person be reaped? She didn’t believe it for a moment. And because they wouldn’t leave the Ackerman family alone, she had lost another brother.
She would return to Eleven. More somber than before. The happy-go-lucky girl she once was faded. She didn’t leave her house for months and when she did it was only because Maggie would no longer allow her to sit at home all by herself. So they’d disappear together to the fields, watch the sun rise and set. And when the days became too cold, they’d curl up at one house or the other before a fire in a fireplace.
Being away from Maggie for her victory tour and victory ball was probably the hardest couple of weeks since Wisteria’s games and she hated every moment of it. She tried to hide as much as possible during her ball. And was more than relieved to return home where she would stay for the rest of forever if she could control it. Home was safe. Home had family. And home had her best friend who at some point became her girlfriend after a confession one night from Wisteria.
But that wouldn’t be allowed. She was the newest victor, even if she was young, and she’d be forced back to the Capitol the next year.
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alycia debnam carey . cis woman . she/her ➶ did you see them ?! they’re finally back as a spectator , and you know they’re one of my favourites ! it’s wisteria ramsdell , the twenty year old winner of the ninty-second hunger games! i’m just so excited to see them returning to the capitol all the way from district eleven! they won their games using making several alliances so their tributes will no doubt be desperate for their wisdom. the capitol just loved them for being so bold , even if they have been known to be reckless at times. they do have a tribute in this years games ( brother ) . ( character is part of the uprising )
Full name : Wisteria Ramsdell
Nickname(s) : Wis
Gender : Cis woman
Pronouns : She/Her
Birthday : September 28, seventy-three
Relationship Status : In a relationship 
Family : Benjamin (brother, 9 years older), Kane (brother, 7 years older, deceased), McIntosh (brother, 4 years older), Johnathan (brother, 3 years older), Cortland (twin brother, deceased in 92nd Hunger Games), Crispin (brother, 8 years younger)
Pets : Pumpkin (a raccoon she raised from a baby)
Likes : Her friends, reading, sunsets
Dislikes : Mean people, the capitol, being in the spotlight
District : Eleven
Biography
When Wisteria was born into the Ramsdell family it was with four brothers already preceding her, and one whom she’d shared a womb with born just minutes before her. She never stood a chance of getting away with anything and no one stood a chance of ever picking on her and getting away with it. She was doomed to live an overprotected life from the very first breath she took. Even more so than the little brother who would follow eight years after her.
From the moment she began to develop a personality, everyone commented on how happy she was. On what a sweet baby she was. And this extended as she grew. She knew no stranger, she knew not how to be mean or rude. When she began helping her parents in the fields, it was always with a smile on her face and her favorite bright yellow ribbon in her hair. She made friends easily wherever she went.
That didn’t mean she didn’t get into her fair share of trouble. In fact that over protectiveness from her elder brothers often caused her to climb higher in the trees of the orchards or to follow through with her friends’ (and she had plenty of them) dares in search of approval and amusement from her friends. She broke an arm at five years old jumping from a tree because a boy from the orchard had dared her too. She didn’t see what all the fuss was about at home and she’d be back in that same exact tree the second her brothers turned their backs.
It was that same sense of acting out and rebelling that brought her her first pet at seven years old. She’d wanted one for years but her parents had told her no. However, when she found a baby raccoon laying with it’s mother’s cold body one late fall evening, she brought it home. Her parents insisted she take it to the district vet to be put down, but she didn’t and the raccoon soon became her pet. She nursed it until it was able to eat food, then she shared her food with it. It slept in her bed with her, nuzzling into the space behind her legs when she’d curl up on her side. She named him Pumpkin because his favorite treat was pumpkin seeds. The raccoon was possibly the second best friend she had, the first of course being Magnolia Ackerman.
Wisteria and Magnolia grew up together, just weeks apart, with parents who worked together, they’d be forever attached at the hip. Maggie was there to help raise Pumpkin. Wisteria was there to hold Magnolia’s hand and hug her close when Maggie’s older sister died in the Games, comforting her friend as she cried. And then when Wisteria’s brother Kane had an accident during the harvest season of Year 86 and died, Wisteria having seen it happen, Maggie was there to dry her best friend’s tears. Wisteria would continue to be the best friend she could, trying to keep her friends spirits up when Maggie was reaped, but oldest sister volunteered and went into the 88th Hunger Games, celebrating when she won.  There was not a thing in the world Wisteria wouldn’t do for her best friend. And so when Magnolia’s name was called from the reaping bowl for the second time, the first time being when they were only twelve, Wisteria only hesitated a second before raising her hand to volunteer. And seconds after her, Cortland in an attempt to keep her safe. 
When Maggie came out of the arena alive it was with one less brother, and a new found hatred for the Capitol. She couldn’t believe that her best friend’s name being called a second time was a coincidence. How many times could one family be reaped, how many times could one person be reaped? She didn’t believe it for a moment. And because they wouldn’t leave the Ackerman family alone, she had lost another brother. 
She would return to Eleven. More somber than before. The happy-go-lucky girl she once was faded. She didn’t leave her house for months and when she did it was only because Maggie would no longer allow her to sit at home all by herself. So they’d disappear together to the fields, watch the sun rise and set. And when the days became too cold, they’d curl up at one house or the other before a fire in a fireplace. 
Being away from Maggie for her victory tour and victory ball was probably the hardest couple of weeks since Wisteria’s games and she hated every moment of it. She tried to hide as much as possible during her ball. And was more than relieved to return home where she would stay for the rest of forever if she could control it. Home was safe. Home had family. And home had her best friend who at some point became her girlfriend after a confession one night from Wisteria. 
However, her resolution to never return to the Capitol was dashed away when the ninety-fourth games came with a twist, that being tributes being reaped from those related to victors, and thus with Eleven’s small pool of victors and their small pool of reapable relatives- Wisteria’s younger brother was reaped, and she would follow him and Hyacinth to the Capitol for the first time since her victor’s ball. 
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