Albany Frost >District 7< [DONE]

Albany Frost >District 7< [DONE] Dec 13, 2013 2:33:52 GMT -5

Post by ᴥ on Dec 13, 2013 2:33:52 GMT -5

Albany Frost

Albany's Narration
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Basics:[/color]

Name, you want my name? That's easy enough. I'm Albany Joanne Frost, but only my father calls me that, you can call me Al. I just turned sixteen. It was a wonderful celebration. My father bought me a jacket I've wanted for years now; it was way too much, but I can't bring myself to return it. I live in good ol' district seven, home to the best paper around. I don't mind it here as I've never known anywhere else. This place is my home, it always will be. I also happen to be the youngest child and only girl in my family giving me the automatic role of daddy's little girl. Well then, that's the basics out of the way let's get to the good stuff.[/color]

Appearance:[/color][/size]

I've always been told that I am a pretty girl. I've got skin that's about a shade or two darker than tan. It's average at best, nothing special but nothing awful either. It's drastically different from my father's, who's pale complexion burns in only the slightest of sun. Father always says that I've got my mother's skin but that means almost nothing to me, I've never met the woman. Maybe that's cold, I just don't harbor any feelings for my dead mother.

I don't particularly like my face. It's very sharp and thin in shape. My ears stick out awkwardly from my head, which was almost impossible to cover when I was younger and my hair was shorter. Now that I've grown my hair out it successfully covers the monstrosities though much to my embarrassment I'm in the terrible habit of pushing it behind my ears when I'm concentrating. My lips are a slight pinkish color and rather full. I've got a single dimple on the left side of my mouth which can only be seen from a few inches away. My eyes are a deep chocolate and almond shaped, they rest just above my rather pronounced cheekbones. I've always felt that my eyebrows were oddly shaped, laying too flat on my brow bone. Whenever I complain about this to father he mutters something about girls being far too critical of themselves and gives me a big hug, telling me I'm beautiful. I don't know why, but every time he says that I feel perfect. Even if that feeling is short lived I love my father for it.

My hair is far from ideal. It can be frizzy and difficult when exposed to heat or water. Though when sheltered from the harsh elements, it can be wonderful. It falls to my mid back and is usually wavy. It's the same dark color as my eyes which I think is pretty cool. It is almost always down, hanging around my face. I can't stand to wear it up as it exposes my ears. I often wear a hat that hugs my head and keeps my hair down in wind.

My body was always very mature for my age. I began to develop at the age of 12, much to my confusion. I have no problem with my body as it is. I don't think of myself as being skinny or fat... I'm just me, Al Frost. I don't think that I'd want it any other way. I have an athletic build, though I am by no means athletic. Whatever muscle I have comes from countless wrestling matches against my three older brothers. I'm not particularly strong but I am fast. I can outrun all three of my brothers, which has come in useful on more than one occasion.

My height leaves much to be desired. I'm short, plain and simple. I'm five foot one at the age of 16. Many of my peers tower over me, much to my embarrassment. My father assured me that I will have some sort of growth spurt soon, but somehow I highly doubt it. Nothing less of a miracle will fix my height problem.[/size]

Personality:[/color][/size]

I've never really been a confident person, but if you didn't really know me, you'd never see it. I'm by no means timid, quite the opposite really. Still, I can't help flinching every time I look in the mirror and see that a pimple has popped up right on the tip of my nose. It has never really been my appearance that has made me nervous around others. I've always just accepted myself for the way I am. What I lack are proper social skills.

First off, I'm a 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of person. I'll say something completely idiotic and either offend someone or get in some serious trouble. I can't help it, I tend to spout off whatever comes to mind without hesitation. Needless to say, you're not going to get anything sugar coated from me. I'll tell you the complete truth, whether you want it or not. I'm not one to lie to spare ones feelings. How I see it is: no matter what someone tells you, it doesn't change what is.

I've also got a very short temper. It really doesn't take much to tick me off. I'm easily annoyed and quick to tell you. Though, surprisingly I've got a soft spot for kids. I can deal with their mistakes much better than those of my peers. Despite my rashness and blunt honesty, I do care what people think of me. Perhaps this is why I'm overly critical of myself. I don't want to be seen as an insensitive bitch or something along those lines. I have this overwhelming need to be liked by others. I want to be accepted for who I am, is that such a bad thing? Why is it that I feel I can't be?

Honestly I'm a shit lie detector. I'll fall for almost anything. I'm not stupid, I know that there are terrible people in this world. I just can't seem to discern them from the others. So instead of not trusting anyone, I've come to trust everyone. Maybe I'm naive or I'm just a die hard optimist, but I'm hoping that my trust will help me more than it will hurt me.

That's just about all I can say about myself. All that's left in my past, which isn't very long, nor action packed. It's led up to who I am today though, right? So it must be of some importance.[/size]

History:

I was born a dreary winter's night. Seems rather fitting, as my birth is overshadowed by great tragedy. My mother, a woman who I have never met nor care to meet, died giving birth to me. Father has never been able to tell me how she died without bursting into tears so I don't really know what went wrong. What I've managed to get out of him over the past year or so is that there was a lot of blood. Not exactly the best image of how I came into this world but it's all I got. I'm the youngest of four and the only girl. My father, a poor lumberman, struggles to make ends meet.

My father is a kind man who tries his hardest to make our lives comfortable despite being constantly short of money. His name is Eugene Frost though I never call him that. The only way I even know his first name is Genie, my eldest brother, was named after him. Following Genie are the twins, Chris and Tris, who are only 10 months younger than Genie. We are all very similar in age, as my parents were very passionate and not very careful. It's a story my father often told, how he and mother were convinced that it was impossible to conceive a child so soon after giving birth.

"It was the best mistake we ever made." He would smile at Chris and Tris, his honey colored eyes gleaming like only his could. All of my brothers are 18 years of age. They have moved out and are living on their own. They come around often, as dad is becoming weak in his old age. He can't make as much money as he used to, so they help him pay for basic things. It's sad to see dad struggle, as years of hard labor has definitely taken it's toll. I wish I could help too, though school takes up any time which I could use working.

I like living on my own with Father. He's the best person in the world. I remember crying every time he went off to work and sitting stubbornly by the door until he returned. This is why I don't care for mother, even if she gave her life to give me mine. No one could ever be as good as father. If I lost him, I don't know what I'd do.

I've grown apart from my brothers in the year that they have been away. I have the largest age gap between them and have always had trouble relating to them being the only girl in my family. And while they were very young when mother died, I've often gotten the feeling they blame me for mother's death. I guess it is my fault as my life took hers. I still love my brothers and I would do anything for them. Family means everything to me.

And this is how I came to be.[/size]