Dysis Admea, District Seven [Finished]

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Dysis Admea



On this very day, Dysis is 5512 days young.

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Fine. She is fifteen [15] years old.

She was born and raised in District Seven [7].

She loves the thrill of falling.

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Appearence

There are many different opinions on how Dysis looks. There is no doubt that she is pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty. Some compare her to ice and snow, others to a flower, and others still to a star. There are many things in nature that share the same almost ethereal beauty that Dysis does. But there is one thing that Dysis certainly does not look like, and cannot be compared to. And that is a sunset.

Dysis has no idea why her parents gave her a name that meant sunset. Her family had a reputation of pale skin and hair and eyes. How could they have possibly expected something different? When Dysis thinks of a girl who could be compared to a sunset, she thinks of someone with wild, wavy red hair, and golden brown eyes, and tan skin. None of which she possessed. In fact, she could be called quite the opposite.

Dysis has shoulder length light blonde hair that swings back and forth when she walks. At times, she straightens it, but most of the time it remains wavy and untamable. She can never seem to control the pale strands, and they always end up frizzy and tangled by the end of the day. Above her forehead, the hair grows upward for about a centimeter before curving toward the ground, framing her face and giving her hair a more volume. When she laughs, she tilts back her head, and her locks tremble, falling back, out of her face. Most of the time, though, her hair hides the sides of her face, a spectral cloak that seems to be hiding something.

One would think that with all the time Dysis spends outside, she would be extremely tan. But Dysis doesn't tan. Instead, she burns. Her skin is only a shade or two darker than her hair, giving her an almost fragile look. Most of the time, it's smooth, free of freckles and acne, although every once in a while, a pimple will show up here or there. Her cheekbones have very gentle curves, making her look younger than she actually is. Her chin narrows down into a point.

Dysis's eyebrows, for some reason dark, rest low on her forehead, yet are naturally formed in a way that makes her look constantly interested in everything she sees. They are a bit bushy, and are unevenly shaded, almost as if someone drew them on her face with a crayon. Directly below her eyebrows, highlighted with long, dramatic lashes, are Dysis's eyes. Her parents were right about one thing. Dysis does not have pale, blue gray eyes like the rest of her family. Instead, her eyes are a beautiful shade of turquoise, appearing almost unreal. A dark line rings the outer egde of her iris, almost as dark as her pupil. Her eyes are always wide, and filled with curiosity and excitement.

Dysis's nose isn't anything special. It's short, and seems to suddenly grow bigger at the bottom before abruptedly ending. Her lips are a pale pink color, going well with the rest of her face. When she smiles, it's bright like the sun, with a hidden challenge underneath. The way Dysis holds her chin up, and stands as straight as she can yet keeps her bony shoulders relaxed shows an inner confidence that shines like a star.

Her arms are thin, with akward elbows and hands that are a bit too big. Callouses cover the lines that trace along her palms. Both her arms, hands included, are covered in pale scars that twist around like thin snakes, and there is often brand new cuts that stand out, bright red against pale white skin. Her finger are long and graceful, but her fingernails are tiny from years of biting, and hangnails shine bright red underneath. Her hands are rarely clean, always covered in a film of sweat and dirt.

Dysis is, to no one's surprise, extremely thin. Perhaps it's the fact that she climbs so much that keeps her so healthy, but many suspect she's not getting enough to eat. She has almost no muscle, and when she runs, she gets tired easily. The district is wealthy enough, of course, but still, Dysis lives in the poorer part of town, where it is not a rare abilty to be able to count your ribs.

Dysis's legs are long and slender, the only part of her that actually looks strong. She can run long distances, and fast, but still, she ends up winded by the end of any sprint. Her feet, like her hands, are a bit to big, and that is only emphasised by her giant sneakers she wears.

Dysis likes to wear casual clothes. Usually, in the cooler months, it'll be a simple sweatshirt and some jeans. During the summer, she'll wear khaki shorts and a loose T-shirt. Despite how thin and pale she is, Dysis almost looks ahtletic. Her lack of make up and the mud that is often found on her definitely makes her look like a tom boy.

Personality

While Dysis make look weak, inside, she is very strong. Her self confidence is something to be envied, as it is so rare to have someone who is as dauntless as she is. While she stands at only about 5'2", the way that she holds herself up straight and isn't afraid to look anyone in the eyes makes her seem much taller and much stronger. Her inner strength radiates like there is a star inside her, and her easy smiles and welcoming eyes could melt a soul that had been frozen for years.

There is an undeniable warmth inside Dysis, as if someone had captured golden orange rays of sunlight and placed it inside her. She is friendly and easy going, traits that seem to draw loners toward her but push away the more popular people. The fact that Dysis has a large heart is undeniable. At school, she's always the one to share her lunch with the person who forgot. It is almost impossible not to become lost in her gentle eyes. She seems to always know exactly what to say to a depressed person, and will stand up to the meaner people in school. Dysis learned to be kind when she was very young, for she lived on others' kindness for such a long time.

But anger is not a foreign feeling to the teenager. Cruelty and injustice have always been two things Dysis cannot stand, and her temper flares when she sees this. It overwhelms her sense of kindness, and her tongue is quick and sharp when she thinks someone deserves it. Her understanding eyes suddenly turn into sharp, churning seas of torquoise. Of course, her height and appearance have never really helped Dysis in these situations, but she seems to forget all that. And while Dysis would never be so consumed by anger that she would ever hit someone, she quickly discovered other ways to hurt. She could break even the strongest of people with a sharp sentence spoken with just the right amount of anger, wrapped around the truth so tightly that one can't deny what she's saying.

Dysis is a trouble maker, and she'll admit it. She has rebellion born in her blood- she humiliates the teachers, breaks things she shouldn't, and makes fun of the Keepers behind their backs. She's never been afraid to speak her mind, and while those who suffer the consequences of this tell her it's a bad trait to have, she knows that it is something that will always be a strength to her.

The young teenager blames herself for a lot of things. Loss of friends, her families poverty... sometimes, it just seems the world would be better without her. It's a secret feeling she locks up, deep inside her, but sometimes, at night, she'll let it surface, and ponder ways to be better. Maybe that's why she's so nice all the time. Maybe not.

Dysis is a fun person. She has an amazing sense of adventure, and an imagination as vivid and as wide as a young child's. Dysis has imagined herself just about everywhere- even the Games, once. Dysis is never the one who just sits and reads a book in the corner. She has to live the book, climbing trees, hiding in bushes, as if she was seven rather than fifteen. Some would say that she has to just grow up, but others envy her. She has managed to hold onto what they lost such a long time ago. The ability to feel that true golden joy is something that only children have; once one grows older, the stress grows great, and that happiness forgotten. Once it is lost, it is just shy of impossible to find again.

Perhaps it is Dysis's love of constant excitement that keeps her seeming young. She is rarely bored- if the world isn't exciting enough, she makes it herself. Fear is something Dysis does not seem to have the ability to grasp; perhaps it is bravery, perhaps it is foolish. It depends on who you ask. To Dysis, courage has always come easily. Fear is something almost silly. But that isn't her only odd trait.

Dysis loves to fall.

She loves the wind on her face, and that feeling of no control as she falls faster and faster, her heart leaping into her throat. When she falls, she feels total freedom and something else. An absolute love that she doesn't quite understand. It doesn't matter if it is simply jumping off a chair, or leaping off a branch twenty feet off the ground, with only a rope keeping her from breaking on the ground below. Dysis enjoys the thrill of nothing holding onto her. Nothing in between her and the ground. Of course, she has hurt herself doing this. But as soon as she recovers, Dysis is back to leaping out of the trees, flying downward, arms gripping above the knot in the thick rope she ties to branches. It's an odd hobby, and scares her parents to death. But Dysis has always loved freefall, and it seems nothing will stop her from continuing to fall.

History

Dysis was born on a clear, warm July day, just at sunrise. Yet another reason Dysis wonders why her parents named her what they did. She was a healthy baby, born just three days early. Her parents were both so proud that day. She was a lovely looking little girl, with a pale, chubby face. She was also a bit heavier than normal, but that didn't bother her parents at all. In fact, their only worry was that they wouldn't be able to properly raise their little girl. They were already poor. But they loved her too much to put her up for adoption. They figured that they could make it work, somehow.

As a little baby, Dysis loved to smile. Whether it was gas or an actual smile, they couldn't tell, but as she grew to be a young toddler, she was a very happy girl. She loved to laugh. Her parents enjoyed to sound of her laughter, and were constantly tickling her and blowing rasberries on her belly. She giggle and laughed, and the sound was like beautiful bells. Her parents loved her more than anything.

Dysis discovered her love of falling at a very young age. Actually, it wasn't really falling. It was jumping. At around the age of five, all she wanted to do was jump. It left her constantly out of breath, and kind of freaked out her parents. They tried to get her to stop, because exhaustion left her in a cranky mood afterward, but she continued regardless. When they asked her what she loved so much about jumping, she couldn't place her finger on it. She said she just liked the feeling of jumping. About a year later, she discovered jumping off of things, and that's when she really figured it out. She liked jumping because she liked falling. And that's when she really started to scare her parents.

At the age of seven, Dysis had grown swift and strong enough to climb trees, if the branches were low enough, and closer together. She'd often jump off the lowest branch possible, hitting the ground laughing. She was afraid to jump from any higher, for fear of hurting herself. That was a time when fear was still something she knew, and understood. But then, one day, she was passing by an old, abandoned house, and she saw a rope swing. She ran home, asking her parents why there was a random rope with a knot in the end dangling from a tree. Her parents, imediately assuming the worst, rushed out to see the rope, and make sure there wasn't a person at the end of it. When they got there, they laughed with relief, and explained to Dysis that it was a rope swing. You held on, pushed yourself back, and it worked like a swing. Dysis had never been on a swing, so she decided to try it.

The thrill Dysis felt was unreal. She loved the way she could fall from so high, but never hit the ground. She felt so free when she was on that swing, and the feeling of freedom was like nothing else. And that's when Dysis got the idea. If she had a rope to hold onto, she could fall from extreme heights without hitting the ground and hurting herself. She just had to make sure the rope was strong enough.

Dysis saved up her money for almost a year before going to the store and buying the strongest rope she could afford. She tested it out, and found it worked perfectly. She climbed higher that day, and fell farther, and found she enjoyed it even more than swinging on her rope swing. People saw her fall, and screamed at first. Tried to help her. But they quickly learned. If they saw Dysis falling, they didn't panic. All they'd do was pass by, and think of what a strange little girl she was, and wondering why she wore worn jeans and dirty T-shirts instead of pretty skirts and pink tops, like the other girls her age did. They never worried.

Maybe that's why no one came running toward her that moment before the accident.

Dysis had been standing on a high branch, higher than she had ever fallen before. She was attatching the rope to the tree, tying the knot as securely as possible, when suddenly, the branch seemed to move from under her. A few chunks of bark fell with her, and she screamed. She screamed as loud as she could, sure that the end was near, as the ground rushed up to meet her.

Dysis didn't die. Instead, she broke her arm. The poor, ten year old girl couldn't climb again for months. She couldn't even write. The doctors said it would be a life changing experience for Dysis. She would have a terrible fear of heights for the rest of her life, and probably would never gather up the nerve to climb again, much less fall from such heights. Her parents were relieved and worried at the same time. They hated her hobby, but they also knew how terrified their little girl would be for the rest of her life.

The day Dysis got her cast off, she avoided climbing. Heights made her nervous. Not only had her hobbies changed, but she seemed like a totally new person. Afraid of everything. Shy. Not talking to anyone. Teachers and friends alike began to worry. They persuaded Dysis to find a new hobby, but the girl would quickly shake her head. "I'll only break again."

When she was eleven, Dysis was walking silently along the rode, staring at the ground, when she heard a bird whistle, long and clear. She jerked her head up, searching for it, but instead, found something else. Something she had lost, and perhaps needed to find again. It trembled in the breeze, seeming to glow in the sunlight. Dysis couldn't resist. She walked slowly towards the rope swing, gripping it with both her hands, and lifting her foot off the ground to rest above the knot. She gave herself a slight push, and the rope began to move again, for the first time in years. It moved slowly and gently at first, but the more courage Dysis gathered, the more powerful her swings became, until suddenly, she was sailing again, her heart free, her eyes wide open, staring up at the sky. She smiled. And then she giggled. And finally, she laughed, loving the feeling that she had forgotten, needing to never live without it ever again. Dysis changed again that day. For the better.

Dysis's family had never been rich, but it seemed after the accident, they were in an even worse state of poverty. Dysis knew it was her fault. They hadn't had the money to buy the things she needed to heal, but they did anyway. And now they were as poor as dirt, just barely able to live in the bad part of town. There was rarely a night when Dysis did not go to bed hungry, and rarely a morning someone threatened to rob her on the streets. Dysis learned to defend herself from these dangerous predetors, but still, she felt a hint of sorrow in her life. She knew that it would take a long time for things to get better, if they ever did.

Dysis made and lost friends as she journied into the first few years of being a teenager. While she may be brave, confident, and kind, pain is not a foreign feeling to Dysis. She's shed tears of sorrow. Fights with friends often led to more intense falling- it seemed that jumping out of trees was Dysis's way to vent. To wash away the pain of life. To just... forget. She became more and more dependent on it, and while many told her it was bad, she was sure it wasn't. She was a poor girl living in the bad part of town, constantly hungry and having to defend herself against the people who snuck around the streets, with people who saw her as a freak. How could she possibly deny herself the one true source of happiness in her life?

Codeword: Odair

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Finished!

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