Bio Template Tester(Yes...I need one)

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Okay SO! I need to start learning to code harder things so I am trying to make bio templates for charries I have or am going to make in the future so below I am making one fro my charrie, Veronica

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Veronica "Normal" Faerxel

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( N I C K N A M E S ) [/size] The normal one[/color]
( A G E ) [/size] 21[/color]
( G E N D E R ) [/size] Female[/size]
( D I S T R I C T ) [/size] 5[/size]

I’m nowhere near perfect

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I eat when I'm bored[/size]
I fall for boys to easily
I'm vulnerable to their lies
I'm hoping one day
somebody will get to know me
without the long story[/size]
I'm not perfect and I'm glad
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Personality

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Call me insane. Demented. Weird. I've heard it all but honestly, I care about the people I take into my home. They are more then friends, they are family. They have their flaws and I have mine. It's as simple as that you see. Some more then others. I give them the 3 needs, Food, Water, and shelter. Sometimes we even just add a bit of fun to shake it up. I make them look nice and sweet just like I try to be in my own heart.

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History

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I grew up quickly and almost immediately. It was as if the mother turtle laid her eggs and forgot about her babies. I was just lucky enough to make it to the sea before the birds ate me. When I made it into the sea many more dangers faced me. Peacekeepers, the reapings, and just the fact supporting both my mother and I. I was also a newly found mother of more "special needs" children. The only difference, I haden't forgotten about my babies and I was going to raise my children better. This I vowed for I knew how it felt to be abandoned and left to die. I had faced this challenge many times growing up.

At first, I was a goner. My mother had me and left me in the floor to slowly fade away, she was in her own mind. There was no doubt about it. She needed affection, love, and caring just to function properly. A sweet 5 year old girl like myself couldn't even plenish her thirst. It was sad but it was the truth. It wasn't worth sugercoating like the Caitol does with the games. I went days, even weeks without eating till the pain got so strong I had to beg venders and my cute little face was enough. I left markets with baskets and baskets full of food from oranges to apples. Some days though, the venders didn't have anything for skinny little me and I would go on to the next vender. You could call me the heartstruck thief. It was one nickname I had then and never would now. I'm not as cute as I used to be and these eyes wouldn't work on a grown man.

As I grew older school got harder and harder and I started to fail most of my classes. I tried not to but I didn't have any support and in 2 years I would be in the reaping where another 10 pound weight would be thrown upon my weak shoulders. Ignoring the fact I became the bad girl in school. I hung around the populars and became the bitch of my school. Everyone loved me and I loved them. Simple as that.Over that time frame I had lost over 30 pounds and was going to fall from starvation if I didn't intake some food, and fast. Hanging around the cool kids was one of thwe worst mistakes I had ever made. I walked up to a cart adn just took the food. A peacekeeper was watching and dragged me all the way to the whipping post where my life would be scarred forever and a small red bump would always remind me of this horrible day. I nearly died from the 100 whippings to my back and another threat formed.

I was offically 12 years old on May 27th and it was my first reapiing. I didn't dress up and the whipping rumor still haunted me like a ghost. I was known as "The whipping girl" for months but I had got used to it's affects. I remember seeing my mother stare blankly at me like I wasn't even there, like I wasn't even a person. I was more of a mule. When the capitolite reached into the bowl, I held my breath and my heart started pounding louder then a chainsaw. I closed my eyes and listened to the name which wasn't mine. It was like this for the rest of my years and school was getting easier and easier. My fasination with chemicals had grown and I was ready to get into my new job. To quit school was kind of odd for me at the time but that's alright.

I remember my 18th birthday so well like it was yesterday. My friends cheered for me right after the day was gone. A weight was lifted off these weak shoulders and I had no time to worry about getting thrown into the arena, having to fight to the death. Oh how great life felt during those times. It seemed like I was taking in more and more of the xrazies but I didn't mind. I was lonely and they were good to talk to when I wasn't feeling to good and they wouldn't comment in a smart ass way like my old friends. I started working in the factories and it was fun. People used to scream at me for mixing the wrong chemicals but it was all too fascinating. I would laugh and sing though i really should have been working. I didn't care though and it was my way out. I started slipping through the fence and running through the woods in the night to run. It seemed like an excape from the insanity of the world. From then on, I am who I want to be.

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