Jaguar Moreno // District One

Jaguar Moreno // District One Apr 18, 2012 20:42:19 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Apr 18, 2012 20:42:19 GMT -5

Name: Jaguar Joplin Moreno
Age: 24
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

I've always had a thing for short hair, on myself, on girls, on boys. I just never, ever want to get tangled up in a knot of hair. Or have to dig it out my shower drain, cuz that is just plain nasty. So anyhow, my OCD hair craziness aside, I mostly keep everything natural. I tend towards brunette and I tried blonde once when I was a new Career and that seemed cool. It wasn't good - you'll have to trust me on that because I've had all evidence destroyed.

The hair on top is pretty alright but where it gets good is... my eyelashes. Bet you weren't expecting that. They are long, and thick, and the envy of my adopted siblings. Of course it doesn't hurt that I've got two knock-out baby blues. I was always convinced that someone would adopt me for my sapphire eyes and my knuckle-deep dimples. But life doesn't tend to work out the way I plan it, so no surprise there.

Always been on the curvier side. That hurt, a lot, when I was younger, even beyond my teens, but I'm starting to embrace it. Also, turns out there's plenty of fish in the sea that like a little love handle action. A lot of the rest of me I struggle with. Tiny, hair-width lips, a nose that turns down when it should go up, pinched ears, and my skin. It burns like ethanol and the crimson does not suit me. I worried about being stuck in a dessert arena.

Now, I worry that I will blind someone with my pastiness. Luckily the Morenos keep all of us in good order, because it looks better to sponsors, I think. Anyhow, I've got makeup and I've ever gotten a tan a few times, for Reapings and the like. All the luxury you can find in One, pretty much. It's just too bad that stones won't love you back.

Personality:

Supposedly when I was a toddler at the community home I was the biggest terror they'd ever seen. I'd rip out the hair of the other kids and the staff (if I could reach it), I routinely dumped my meals on the ground, and I threw tantrums that rivaled tornadoes. I don't remember doing any of that, really, because by the time I was four they'd gotten me ship shape and punished the personality right out of me. Not that I'm bitter that my childhood was worthless. Not me.

Somewhere along the line I actually made friends in the home, mostly with the terrible ones who kept getting bounced back after foster families got tired of their shit. I never got adopted, so I became like one of the home mothers; all the kids could rely on me to be there when they showed up with one more set of new clothes from one more set of crap parents. It was like clockwork until my early teens, and then hormones introduced a whole new level of drama.

I really didn't mean to become a slut, honest, but it was real easy there. I mean you could trade a little affection - batting some eyelashes, a little make-out session - for a lot, like some new socks or a jar of foundation. Besides, it wasn't like it sucked. Most of the girls (and even some of the boys) were pretty intuitive. I'd say I learned more from them than any of the classroom assignments we had.

There still weren't a whole lot of edges to me, but something must've happened in early teenage years. Somehow I became a person - enough of one that a family finally wanted me. I'd heard of the Morenos; I've always been a quick learner. But you know, after fifteen years of getting ditched, I was ready for anything.

Or so I thought.

History:

I was born, which is like, completely miraculous to me now because apparently my birth parents are either a.) ghosts or b.) the shittiest people in existence, which should get me an award, right? Never even got so much as a pin for being dropped off at the community home when I was less than a week old. I was just dumped; no note, nothing. I used to wonder about my birth parents but I've found that to be a pretty worthless line of thought.

There are certainly better upbringings in One than to be surrounded by orphans all the time. Taught me to be quick on my toes, though, especially if I valued keeping my hair on my head. I had it shaved once, because of the rampant lice problem. That's about when I decided short hair was the way to go. Being a small kid in a big house generally sucked. Things definitely improved once I got my period and my body curved. Well, I guess improved might be too strong of a word. I started to enjoy life more, even if I made others miserable.

I'm still not really sure what the Morenos saw in me at fifteen. That's quite late to start training, but then, I'd already gotten in more actual fights than most kids in my District my age. I really didn't like being called a slut, even if it was accurate. So maybe it was the scratch mark scars on my cheeks, or the bite mark on my forearm that sold them. Whatever it was, they were the first family to take me in, and I was excited. For a little while.

I'd brawled, sure, but actual training? No way. So when someone handed me a rapier and told me to go for it, I laughed. And then I got smacked. From there it was an endless blur of days marching down to my nineteenth birthday. Training, training, training. I went to school, a bit, but again it's all very forgettable. Really now that I think on it, it's a miracle I can write and talk at all.

But that's not why was I was adopted, right?

I tried not to rock the boat too much with my adopted family, but I missed the physical connection I had with the other orphans. It's just creepy to hit on your siblings, even if none of you share blood. I mean I doubt I actually share blood with anyone (back to the parents-as-ghosts theory), so it really shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. But I never laid a finger on any boy or girl the Morenos adopted, and I'm pretty sure that's why I was a good Career and a depressed teen.

I got pretty good with a polearm, which was just long enough to extend my reach without being too heavy. Once I aged over, I actually sort of enjoyed the dance of sparring. But you know, it was never enough. I figured it out more slowly than the other kids, because I'd never had a family before, and I thought they all pretty much functioned as the Morenos does. Turns out, not so much. They just wanted their Victor, and that was all. It's possible that I have never actually been loved, or loved someone else, for that matter. So really, the Morenos haven't taught me a thing about being a family, but they did teach me how to protect my own hide. I guess that's a fair trade-off.

But sometimes, I think I miss the lice.

Codeword: Odair
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