D9 ☆ ADELE NILLA HAIL [DONE]

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Name: ADELE
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
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Personality:

YOU GUISE, I LIKE TO TRY AND BE COOL. I REALLY DON'T HAVE FRIENDS THOUGH. I DUNNO MAYBE IT IS BECAUSE I TALK TOO MUCH. OR THEY SEE ME AND THEY ARE SCARED. I'M REALLY GUARDED BECAUSE OF BULLYING I HAVE BEEN BULLIED EVER SINCE I WAS REALLY YOUNG. I USE TO BE HELL OPEN AND GOOD WITH MY FEELINGS BUT THAN I CUT MY HAIR REALLY SHORT AND TA DA NO MORE FRIENDS FOR ME. I'M A BOSS. I MEAN I LOVE TELLING PEOPLE WHAT THEY CAN DO. I LOVE TELLING PEOPLE HOW GOOD I AM AT THINGS. BUT REALLY I ACTUALLY HAVE NO ONE TO TELL COS LIKE I HAVE NO FRIENDS. SO I STAY BY MYSELF AND I LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT TO WITH THE STORIES THAT I CREATE INSIDE OF MY HEAD. I'M THE HERO IN THEM AND I'M THE ONE WHO HAS ALL THE FRIENDS AND I GET TO HELP AND SAVE PEOPLE LIKE ME. PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO ONE. I MAKE EVERYTHING THAT I CAN INTO METAPHORS AND I MERGE THINGS THAT I SEE INTO THE BIG STORY THAT IS IN MY MIND.

History:

MANG. I MEAN LIKE I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAS NO ONE I HAVE A MUM AND A DAD AND A LITTLE SISTER AND A TWIN BROTHER WHO LOOKS NOTHING LIKE ME AND YET MY MUM SAYS WE ARE TWINS. WOOT I'MMA MAKE THIS TWIN BRO NEXT I ALSO HAVE TWO CATS. ONE OF THEM FOLLOWS ME AROUND LIKE IT IS POSSESSED. KINDA CREEPY, HUH? MY LIFE IS PRETTY DULL. ORDINARY. BORING. I TRY TO FIND THINGS THAT MAKE IT MORE ENJOYABLE BUT NOTHING REALLY SPRINGS TO MIND. SO I JUST LET MY MIND ROAM AND LET THE IDEAS THE CRAWL AROUND IN MY HEAD TAKE CONTROL AND I CREATE MY OWN LIFE. I DON'T THINK I WILL EVER LIVE IT.

Codeword: ODAIR
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FLAWLESS

BORN TO TRY DELTA GOODREM

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Doing everything that I believe in
Going by the rules that I've been taught
More understanding of what's around me
And protected from the walls of love
All that you see is me

District Nine ☆ Seventeen ☆ Female

She was a hero, shining armour covered her body

(Armour that my father once had and his father before him. Or so my dreams tell me), save for her head, where long fiery red hair spills out across her face, momentarily revealing brown eyes that were hard with only a slight spark of warmth. Her hair was long and fell in a tangled mass in messy clumps; it was curly and looked rather knotted and uncared for. Her lips were dry and cracked, unsmiling and not very friendly and although the spark in her eye spoke other words, her downward turned lips contrasted. Her facial expressions often confused others leading them to just ignore her or give her foul looks. She did not resent them nor hate them; she had become really quite use to them. She had suffered years of bullying and abuse, so small looks no longer lingered on her already stained soul. With a swift look she eyed the steep hills and grassy plains that surrounded her.

Swift blue eyes sit on my delicate face. They were shallow, as if the ocean that was in them would carry you no further than the lapping of water at your knees. I was a shallow person, after all. My eyes revealed no such emotions of the person that was behind them, often hidden underneath was, in fact, the story that I have made myself believe. The hero a top a hill, eyes scoring the land below, searching for trouble, searching for a new threat to face. Each day I would throw my thin body into some battle, against dragons, wizards or witches, serpents, werewolves or vampires. My arms were well-muscled, they craved the adrenaline. The word anorexic often lingered on others lips, but I wasn't. I was just naturally thin.

I'm shallow, but unlike the swimming waters of a lake you can not see into the dark depths of my shallow pond, I am a closed books, who is bound by ancient spells. I will not open. No amount of forcing me shall ever make me reveal the secrets that hide beneath my skin. No boat may sail over my waters for fear of becoming beached and then and only than will I strike, sword in hand, armor glittering and shining like the early morning light of a new day and I will hit, swing, stab and jab until they are no more. My courage and pride will never be hindered by worry or regret, not guilt will ever weave itself into my sullen mind. I'm unbreakable, indestructible (The hero a top a hill, with no one, but myself in my crazed world - as my mother use to say). The shallow waters were most do not fear are a death trap, and in my home swimming in the deep is just as deadly as the shallows.

The time in which the water recedes, stifling itself until it wavers on a few hard strikes into the beach sand where it drags unwilling prey into its depths is when I am there. It is when my mind takes control and the girl with the sword comes out to fight every danger. Every beast falls beneath me in my onslaught none can withstand my power. -- And than the story seems to falter when I am faced with a situation that I cannot control. Who I am comes from my mind, stories of heroism, strength, courage and power fight their way through the darkness that shrouds my lost soul. They storm my castle walls and take control of me, they make me me. And yet when I am in the real world, the place that I really live in I know nothing. I am merely weak and vulnerable, a damsel waiting for her prince to save her, but he never comes. I am left to become my own knight in shining armor, taking on a world I try to shy away from. No world is better than my own, but no one can see that. I layer myself with dreams and false hopes, stories (Mother called them fairy-tales)] that my parents once whispered to me as I slept, and day dreams and fantasies that I carried with me everyday. The songs of a world where I was the queen, where I did not struggle to work at a mathematics problem, a place where words did not scramble themselves into piles that I could not fathom.

In my world I could be me, I did not have to hide, so I build it around me, like the armor knights where, shiny and thick. It protects me from rude glares, gentle tugs and insane words (Doctors would speak them, poking and prodding me for personal information). The stories that have become my life are made of my dreams, they are what i am as they are each and every part of the fabric that creates my existence. Without them I am nothing as they are nothing without me.

And she stood atop that hill, the bright morning sun, stretching its fingers above the horizon. Birds lazily danced across the sky in a mixture of twirls and spins, their calls rang out clearly, glancing across a valley that shone with light. In this world there was no pain, but only joy. Her long fingers gently fingered the hilt of her sword, it's familiar touch welcoming, and re-assuring (it was a long sword, the leather of the hilt was strong -dragon skin). The vampires and werewolves, witches and warlocks that called the valley home feared her. Her pride seemed to bounce off of the glistening armor that showed no hint of age, rust or wear. She was not scared of anything or anyone, this world was hers. She protected it, she cared for it, she had created it.

My mother is dead. She died many moons ago, her body hollowed out by a cancer that tore through her body and left nothing, but a fragile skeleton that had lost the capability to hold itself together. It ate at her mind and soul, and in turn that destroyed my father and he followed soon after her death. For many years before she died she spoke of worlds that I now live in. I can no longer face the world, where I have, but my aunt and uncle to care for me. My mother would sit beside me as I settled down for bed. With a gentle tug she would draw the covers over me - They were often covered in flowers that sprouted in all different shades of brown, she told me that they use to be her own. From there she would begin the stories, ever since I could first utter a single world she had begun them. The words floating from her lips like that from an angel, sweet, delicate and holding more truth than any person could hold. The stories wove their way into my mind until I built my life around them. When she passed away I kept them going, but that was when I created a world that I lived and breathed in. The stories no longer stayed within the folds of my mind, but they became real, they held me together.

I cared little for my father when he passed, he held little love for me, for his heart always belonged to the lady that held the stories that made me me. I learned that his love was not for what I was, even though he had made me, his love was for my mother and to him I would never be real. There was only one lady in his life. To say the least, even though it sounds cliche; mothers death was the death of him. It is as simple as that.

She stood alone with no person, animal or an sign of a living soul near her. In her mind she faced this world alone and there would never be another to help her. It was the only bad to her otherwise perfect story. She could have everything she wanted, with just the flick of a finger she could conjure up a dragon for her to fight, a wizard for her to control. Werewolves and vampires for her to hunt or befriend. There was no limit to her abilities. There never would be. This was her world and anything she wanted would be hers. Her eyes shone with delight as she strode purposefully forward. She could remember a time in which she had thought a dragon in the very spot she stood on (There had been many battles here. All the battles were actually held in this spot, her mind seemed limited in that way). Its sharp glittering scales were of true beauty. It had been the daughter of the sun, a purple star that matched the glory of the all knowing globe that gave the world light and warmth. Its body had been long and graceful, delicate and frail, but underneath that look was hard lean muscles. Tough skin and sharp spikes, a deadly animal. Within seconds she had created a beast that had claws bigger than her own sword, teeth sharper than any blade that had ever been seen, but she had defeated it. Her sword swifter, her mind more cunning and sly than that of the daughter of the sun. She had not, and would never be beaten.

ODAIR

And all I truly believe
That I was born to try
I've learned to love
Be understanding
And believe in life

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YES FINISHED. FINALLY :D

[✨ zozo.]

Beautiful<333

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