#cambric

[artschoolglasses]

Pink and White Striped Cotton Cambric Spencer and Petticoat, English, c. 1807-09

From Kerry Taylor Auctions

[riteritual]

There it is, Anomalocaris Miku, love anomalocaris! hope yall like it

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 1, 7 janvier 1906, Paris. Toilette de visites, par Laferrière. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Description de la gravure coloriée:

Cette toilette de forme princesse est exécutée en drap nuance lie-de-vin; la robe est faite avec un empiècement en batiste brodée recouvert en partie par le boléro très court orné de piqûres et de broderie d'argent. Le col droit en batiste, souligné d'un biais de velours, est orné devant, ainsi que le plastron, de motifs brodés en argent; les petits revers encadrant le col sont exécutés en velours.

Les manches demi-longues sont faites en velours et drapées; on les termine dans des poignets en batiste rehaussés de broderie d'argent; le bas de la jupe est cerclé de piqûres.

— This princess-shaped dress is executed in wine-colored cloth; the dress is made with an embroidered cambric yoke partly covered by the very short bolero decorated with stitching and silver embroidery. The straight cambric collar, underlined with a velvet bias, is adorned in front, as well as the plastron, with silver embroidered motifs; the small lapels framing the collar are made of velvet.

The half-length sleeves are made of velvet and draped; they are finished in batiste cuffs embellished with silver embroidery; the bottom of the skirt is circled with stitching.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

His upper tunic was of white cambric, as fine as a handkerchief, so that the bright red tunic beneath it showed through.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy" - C. S. Lewis

[district8legacy]

Well, that was rather swift and brutal. Cambric knew better than to get his hopes up, but Chiffon had done well in training. She had potential and he had allowed himself a little glimmer of hope that this could be the year. After all, District Eight could not be so unlucky every year. He would not be the last of District Eight’s Victors. Then again it had taken nearly thirty years for District Eight to produce him as a Victor. He needed a drink.

“Here’s a toast to the 75th Hunger Games,” Cambric muttered bitterly as a sponsor walked by and he lifted his bottle in mockery. Sponsors were foolish enough to believe he meant it unless they had half a brain. “You look like you could use a drink too.” He offered as he offered up his bottle.

[meadow-roses]

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[vaishino]

Styles - Cambric Edition

Combat

★★★★★★★★★☆ — strength

★★★★★★★★☆☆ — offense

★★★★★★★★☆☆ — defense

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — speed

★★★★★★★★☆☆ — durability

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — accuracy

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — agility

★★★★★★★★★☆ — stamina

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — teamwork

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — stealth

★★★★★★★★★★— close combat

★★★★★★★★☆☆ — bladed weapons (swords, daggers)

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — blunt weapons (clubs, staffs)

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — ranged weapons (archery, guns)

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — superpowers/abilities (default state)

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — traps/setups

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — medic

Overview

Cambric is a natural born fighter. He’s got the pedigree of generations of devotees of An’she, the raw fighting instinct of his mother, and the sunwalker training of his mother. He’s built like a bulldozer, he’s resilient, and he’s got the instinct drilled into him.

Unfortunately, he’s also got the input of his father. Dude wants to be a tailor. That’s been his goal for life basically. He’s got a shop in Ratchet, Threadmane’s Of Ratchet™, so mission accomplished. He’s coming around to the idea that he needs to strike a balance though, and that’s walking both sides of the path, the creative and the combative.

Keeps one sane, keeps one tight, keeps one filled with An’she’s light.

Fighting Style

bold what applies.

commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

Traits

╳ flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny

controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar

impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry

greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive

spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave

patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky

intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous

merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming

cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

Tagged by: @magistrixvoidchaser​

Tagging: @wrong-constantine @space-krow @spectrerae @rangari (again! bc you got so many characters) @natharaiebonrook​ @liettarosewood​ @kaladwra​ @draenei-harbinger​

[ultimavolatusrpg]

ACCEPTED // CAMBRIC BATISTE

36 years old, 96th Hunger Games, FC: Jensen Ackles

Charismatic, protective, approachable, silly, and outgoing

tw: death mention, violence mention

THE ARENA

If you asked Cambric to describe his arena, you’d get two words: dank and sadistic. Well, you’d get a few more words, but he’s trying to keep it PG. His “swear” jar is getting full kids…Anyhow, the Gamemakers had gone all out in his area. They wanted something new and fresh, and apparently, that could only be achieved by setting the Games six feet under. Well, not literally but the Cave (or the Inferno as Cambric calls it) was certainly a fresh take on the games. All twenty-four tributes locked away in a dark, damp, cage has a way of making one feel claustrophobic. I mean, wouldn’t most of the tributes be six feet under in eternal darkness soon enough anyhow? Now the Capitol was just rubbing salt into the wound. That being said…. Cambric’s arena was in a word, sadistic. With no sunlight, there was no vegetation for the Tributes to eat. The only food source in the cavern was that which was provided by the Gamemakers at the cornucopia. Sure there were animals such as mutant bats and whatnot, but it wasn’t recommended you try to catch them. Ask the Tributes from Four, they’ll tell you how that went if they were still alive. It wasn’t pretty. This only made the combat in the arena more deadly and more pronounced. If you weren’t a Career or your mentor couldn’t find you wealthy sponsors, you were done for. A true goner kids! Oh, and what else is good about caves you ask? Darkness. Being so far underground there was very little light. The cornucopia was well lit and the tiny stream that feeds into the arena provided a little light, but other than that the Tributes were on their own. Flashlights, candles, and the like had to be found in the given provisions. And good luck trying to start a fire out of anything in the damp atmosphere.

True to form, the Gamemakers didn’t disappoint with their curve balls they tossed in. An earthquake started it over (hey, a storm of falling stalactites anyone?), swarms of poisonous mutant cave spiders, and starved dehydrated Tributes…

BIOGRAPHY

Strong and able, Cambric always knew he was destined for work in the factories that produced the fine fabrics of the Capitol. The same fabrics that he was forced to see every day by the Peacekeepers that paraded around their District telling them what they could and couldn’t do. That was just how life was in District Eight.

Another truth of District Eight? There was never enough food to go around and you did what you had to, including putting your name in more times for a bit of food. Cambric didn’t even think twice about making that sacrifice for his family. His little sisters and brother meant more to him than his own life. It was of these three little faces he thought of on that cold, cold, day the Reaping took place.

A day when the heavens opened up and poured its sorrow down on District Eight. Cambric could hardly remember a day when it had rained so hard. He also remembered joking with his siblings that it would be okay, that the Capitol wasn’t going to want a bunch of soaked wet dogs for Tributes so they would have to send him home. It wasn’t going to be his name that came out of that glass orb. Nope, after this year they would be safe for a while at least from the Reapings.

And yet, there it was, plain as day… Cambric Batiste, the male Tribute from District Eight. While it shocked him, he knew it was a fate he couldn’t change. Instead, Cam sauntered up those steps and accepted his fate with dignity. He would make the most handsome Victor if he said so himself. It was about time he let the Capitol and Panem in on this little secret. If he was going to survive there was going to have to be no doubt in his truth.

Boy, he was a stunning Tribute if Cambric said so himself. Tall, handsome, and not that bad at combat to boot because of his size. Cambric wasn’t a Career but that didn’t stop him from training like one once he was in the Capitol. A type-A personality, he was up early and stayed up late trying to earn whatever advantages he could get. He even went as far as making a pact with Districts One and Two. Even after they had killed his District partner. Morals be damn, Cam wanted to win. It didn’t matter if back home there would be unrest for his alliance. They didn’t understand, they weren’t there.

His time as a Tribute was a whirlwind… Cambric hardly remembers the details now except when they come to him in his dreams; broken memories of a past he has tried to bury. He never watches recaps of his Games, he sure the hell isn’t the type that tries to relive them and the glory.

He got lucky you know? Surviving under that rock while everyone tried to outrun the storm of falling stalactites… That had left only him and the Tributes from District One. The boy and the girl. The two that had been his allies at the beginning of the games but now where his enemies. He had to hunt them down and kill them. The only two people he had considered friends of a sort. Fate was kind to Cambric however because the boy died of infection not too long after the storm. The girl was destined to become his ghost, the one that still follows him to this day. On his worse days, Cam wonders if he should have been the gentleman and died in her place.

Alcohol has erased her face but Cam can still hear her voice calling to him.. Begging him to let her go home. Begging…. Crying even… Crying before him…

Just like that, Cambric was a Victor. He had won the Hunger Games! Surely life would only get better. Hah, what you don’t know can kill you or at least those that love you. A lesson Cam only had to learn once.

With the death of his little brother, was a death that was all his fault. A punishment for his own defiance. His first lesson on what the Capitol can do to its wayward Victors. Since then Cambric Batiste has been a model Victor and Mentor. He shows up when he’s supposed, he does what he’s supposed to, but he’s there. He tries because he owes that much to his Tributes, if only because he is one of the only people that can help them in a world that wants them dead.

So Cambric does what he does best, survive. Hell, even he will admit though he has some fun doing it. His family might have broken ties with the death of his brother, but it has granted them safety. No, instead, Cam considers his fellow Victors his new family and he wants to protect them. Protect them because as screwed up as they all are (yes, all of you) he wants nothing more than to feel loved again. Other than that, he says please leave him to his bottle and his scheming, thank you very much.

PENNED BY: TONYA