Anastasia Glory(D1) FINISHED
Nov 14, 2012 22:40:53 GMT -5
Post by Anna Banana on Nov 14, 2012 22:40:53 GMT -5
Name: Anastasia Glory
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
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Comments/Other: Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:
Personality:My beauty knows no bounds, why should I not share it? I find no need to hide my beauty for the sake of others, let them wallow in there own ugliness.
My eyes, my ears, my nose, my face, my body, they are all the most beautiful in the world. It's not just my opinions, it is the world's opinion, I've had people tell me it is so. Why should they not tell me, I'm probably the most beautiful person they have ever seen. Is it wrong for me to know my own beauty?
My hair is a chocolate brown, with a shine so radiant. The sun reflects off of it to the extent that it is almost blinding to look at. It flows about my head so easily some of the curls bobbing near my face. It is short, barely reaching shoulder length, though I wear it in multiple different fashions. Why keep myself limited to one fashion when I'm capable of showing others something they may use to help make themselves look better. It takes alot of effort for me to be so beautiful though. Hours in the morning, I will sit at my window brushing out the tangles and knots. I wake up early for the express purpose of making myself presentable ot the world. I could be natural, but I must distinguish myself more from the others.
It is foolish for other girls to think that they can meet my perfection. No matter how hard they work they will never be able to compare. However, there is one imperfection on my otherwise perfect complection. It isn't something that the naked eye could ever pick up, especially with the work I put into hiding it. There is a defect in my skin coloration from a burn I suffered as a child. The skin grew back, but it was never the same as the rest of my face. I've found the perfect combination of make up that hides it perfectly, though at the end of the day I still have to look upon it.
My lips are usually adorned with a light shade of pink lipstick, the color matching a young rose. I never wear darker colors prefering either the natural shade or the light pink, anymore would throw off the exact look I seek. My eyebrows are thin and have a small arch as they near my temples. Not much work goes into them, they are the one part of me that I feel requires no work at all on my part. My face is perfectly shaped for my frame, it is neither to large, nor to small for me. My eyes rest perfectly centered with my face, an aqua blue, and they are said to be able to entice people to do things. I don't believe in such foolishness myself, but some people are so stupid they do. So why not take advantage of them and it?
My body is slim and well built. My height is not overwhelming peaking at about 5'7", but I still am an imposing figure if only because of my stare. I've never been much of a fighter preferring fashion and beauty over the ugliness of battle. This isn't to say that I have not taken the necessary means to ensure I could survive in the games. My flexibility has always been an asset to me, I like to put on artist shows sometimes for the people of the district.
My clothes are always different. I may choose a tight fitting shirt and trainging jeans, or I may try a short skirt and tube top. Although, my favorite outfit to wear is probably a loose flowing dress. The colors as they move around me seem to resemble a fire. So beautiful to look at, entrancing even, it gives an aire of mystery to me as each layer of the dress moves about me. My beauty is limitless, and yet it the clothes are what tie together everything.
Personality:I am quiet arrogant, and why should I not be. When you are as great as I am you have certain rights and being able to talk highly of yourself is one of them. I get everything I want, it is handed to me on a silver platter as they say. I'm honest to people, I won't sugar coat anything I say to them. If they are ugly I will tell them without hesitation, if they are at least somewhat attractive I will tell you. Though I've yet to find someone who warrants that kind of praise from me.
On the inside though I am very insecure. I know I'm beautiful, but the pressure begins to get to me to retain that beauty. My vanity,which is most definitely a failing, stops me from even showing myself if I don't think I'm the most beautiful. It's a fear I have to be called ugly, or even to look....normal. I must be different from everyone else otherwise I'm no better than the others.
I hate people, sure I like to get praise from them, but I hate them. They are all a sick bunch of people, prancing around thinking they look so nice and are so nice. In truth though they are all ugly and terrible people. Except for me, I am perfect in every way, my posture, my looks, everything about me. I may seem a bit to prim to the outside world, some would even say fake, but I'm not. I see things how they really are, and I tell it like it is. I won't lie to you to make you feel better.
I'm only human, I do make mistakes, I've never given anyone the chance to get to know me, it's mostly out of fear. I don't want them to realize how unsure of myself I really am. I can act the diva, but on the inside I'm very insecure of myself.
History: On the inside though I am very insecure. I know I'm beautiful, but the pressure begins to get to me to retain that beauty. My vanity,which is most definitely a failing, stops me from even showing myself if I don't think I'm the most beautiful. It's a fear I have to be called ugly, or even to look....normal. I must be different from everyone else otherwise I'm no better than the others.
I hate people, sure I like to get praise from them, but I hate them. They are all a sick bunch of people, prancing around thinking they look so nice and are so nice. In truth though they are all ugly and terrible people. Except for me, I am perfect in every way, my posture, my looks, everything about me. I may seem a bit to prim to the outside world, some would even say fake, but I'm not. I see things how they really are, and I tell it like it is. I won't lie to you to make you feel better.
I'm only human, I do make mistakes, I've never given anyone the chance to get to know me, it's mostly out of fear. I don't want them to realize how unsure of myself I really am. I can act the diva, but on the inside I'm very insecure of myself.
History:For as long as I can remember I've been pampered. I get everything I want, the first instance to prove this was when I was probably about three years old. I wanted a large room that overlooked a cherry blossom tree, it was a childish fancy, but my parents did everything they could to make sure I got it. Being an only child has its benefits, I get the undivided attention of my parents, and my relatives shower me in gifts. From a young age I always thought I was superior to everyone else, but an underlying feeling when I'm alone is of not being adequate. I was very vocal though in public, I would tell people they were ugly or I hated them without a care. I still do, but I'm a little more tactful of it now.
As I grew older I spent more time focusing on being the most beautiful girl in district one. There was a terrible accident at home though that left my face burned when I was about eight years old. Being over curious I saw my mother messing with a small stove in the family room. I wanted to see what it was all about so I went over to it after she had left the room. It didn't look like much and I foolishly put my face over where my mother had previously been standing. I looked down at the hot embers, and suddenly a flame licked up and caught my hair. The result was a terrible burn that left the better part of the left side of my face scarred. The hair grew back as did my skin, but I refuse to let anyone see it. The skin is discolored, but my hair is still just as soft as ever. It was horrible, and I wouldn't show myself to anyone during this time, even my family. Once the skin healed I went through painstaking efforts to cover it up so know one would notice. I didn't want the pity of others, foolish people. I wanted them to be jealous of me. Eventually I learned to blend perfectly so only a small amount of the burned skin still showed. I than promptly covered it up with my hair, and no one can even tell the difference.
As I became a young woman, I would walk about the district with my head held high. I judged everyone and everything, nothing was good enough for me. Even during training I felt that way. Not that I was really one to judge during training, I'm not much of a fighter. I was very good at avoiding the blows of my opponent though. I am very flexible, so I can contort my body in ways most people can't. This allows me to be a slippery opponent when I battle. I'm still not much of a fighter, and I have no intention of ever volunteering for the games, but should I ever get reaped I will be more than happy to participate.
As for now though I look for the newest styles to enhance my natural beauty. I get everything I need from my mother and father, clothes, makeup, you name it I can get it. I sit on the small bench at my window and look out at that cherry blossom that I wanted outside my room as a child. Brushing my hair and watching the pitiful people walk by pretending they are so nice looking. Eventually though I will grace the district with an appearance. No sense in keeping this much beauty locked away in a room, I want them to know how ugly they really are when they look at me.
Codeword: As I grew older I spent more time focusing on being the most beautiful girl in district one. There was a terrible accident at home though that left my face burned when I was about eight years old. Being over curious I saw my mother messing with a small stove in the family room. I wanted to see what it was all about so I went over to it after she had left the room. It didn't look like much and I foolishly put my face over where my mother had previously been standing. I looked down at the hot embers, and suddenly a flame licked up and caught my hair. The result was a terrible burn that left the better part of the left side of my face scarred. The hair grew back as did my skin, but I refuse to let anyone see it. The skin is discolored, but my hair is still just as soft as ever. It was horrible, and I wouldn't show myself to anyone during this time, even my family. Once the skin healed I went through painstaking efforts to cover it up so know one would notice. I didn't want the pity of others, foolish people. I wanted them to be jealous of me. Eventually I learned to blend perfectly so only a small amount of the burned skin still showed. I than promptly covered it up with my hair, and no one can even tell the difference.
As I became a young woman, I would walk about the district with my head held high. I judged everyone and everything, nothing was good enough for me. Even during training I felt that way. Not that I was really one to judge during training, I'm not much of a fighter. I was very good at avoiding the blows of my opponent though. I am very flexible, so I can contort my body in ways most people can't. This allows me to be a slippery opponent when I battle. I'm still not much of a fighter, and I have no intention of ever volunteering for the games, but should I ever get reaped I will be more than happy to participate.
As for now though I look for the newest styles to enhance my natural beauty. I get everything I need from my mother and father, clothes, makeup, you name it I can get it. I sit on the small bench at my window and look out at that cherry blossom that I wanted outside my room as a child. Brushing my hair and watching the pitiful people walk by pretending they are so nice looking. Eventually though I will grace the district with an appearance. No sense in keeping this much beauty locked away in a room, I want them to know how ugly they really are when they look at me.
Comments/Other: Codeword: Odair
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