Arezoo Albatross // District Four

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Name: Arezoo Albatross
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Arezoo is one of those girls who, from the right angle, can be a real knockout. But from most angles, just she's sort of... blah. Average pretty. Nothing you'd ever want to talk about. But if you get her looking up into your eyes, your heart, your soul, you might think her eyes are made of sapphires, her hair of spun gold, her nose softened and shortened by the angle of your desire. But that's only one way to look at her.

From a mirror, you'd see all the imperfections, the blistering acne along her chin, the blunted eyelashes, her sickly thin arms and too round torso. She is a puzzle that isn't yet old enough to fit together properly. She wants to, so badly. She spends hours and hours in front of the full length mirror in her room, memorizing every imperfection, cataloguing them for posterity. Some day she is sure to grow up and out of them. Some day she is sure to look as flawless as Zoya.

Some day.

Until then, Arezoo will keep trying to trick mother nature. She'll line the edges of her eyes to make them wider, dress herself in draped layers to make herself taller, and dye her hair white blond even though its natural hue is her father's, auburn and crimson and flame. She burns the color out of it with ammonia, but it always comes back, always reminds her that she is not the snow princess, but the fiery little sister no one wanted.

Personality:

Zoo is lucky to be a teenager, and ought to be basking in the few short years she has to really indulge her frought emotions, because they will haunt her the rest of her life. For now, it is acceptable for her to melt down in the middle of class, for her to scream at her parents and sister, for her to fall in love with every boy who passes her way. She is absolutely overwhelmed by her emotions, shackled to them in a way that can only be explained by raging hormones.

In a few years, those tendencies will no longer be acceptable, but Zoo will never grow up. Cloaked by her father's mania, Zoo's ability to deal with the world ebbs and flows. Some weeks are better, others are the darkest shadows. Like most of her peers, she rides out the highs and moans her way through the lows, without ever expecting this situation to be permanent, without knowing that her own emotions run deeper, darker.

She makes quite a spectacle of herself at school, but that seems to be the trend. With all of the losses Four has sustained - including the early culling of one of the most popular girls at school - no one even bats an eyelash any more. Zoo fits in easily with the populars, always desperate for attention, always willing to do whatever it takes to stay in. She's not especially shallow, prevented from being so by the mania that makes her explore every crack in her soul. But she understands the value of being part of the masses, of being near the top of the social hierarchy.

And being accepted by her peers takes some of the sting out of being spurned by her family.

History:

It was more a mistake in medicine that brought the two Albatross girls into existence, than any caring or wanting by their parents.

Arezoo came into the world to two grey-haired parents and one ugly duckling older sister. Of course, said duckling did whatever she could to keep Arezoo safe, not that she recognized many of the initiatives as such at the time. Mostly Arezoo can recall crying when her sister locked her inside of her room for hours on end, or banged on the glass coffee table for attention when her parents were finally starting to focus on her. Diversion techniques, for their depression and mania. But she only found that out later; much too late, as it turned out, for her to ever trust Zoya.

There wasn't a lot of love lost there. While Zoya's clothes were always hemmed and mended, Arezoo was left to fend for herself. If it wasn't life or death, her beautiful older sister had no time for the red-haired wannabe. Of course, it didn't matter much what Zoya wanted. Arezoo through tantrums that rivaled the summer thunderstorms, woke up half the neighborhood with her wailing when she didn't get her way. She begged and bargained and bellowed her way through the rickety house. Whatever it took to get Zoya to raise her blonde hair and fix her with that beautiful stare.

They both found ways to grow in school, outside of academics. Zoo immersed herself in the social strata, attending parties when she was scantly eleven and following the latest trends as best she could. She laughed loudly at everyone's jokes, and indentured herself with the popular girls. They could all see that one day she'd be a great beauty too, just like Zoya. She had to be. Right?

On her fourteenth birthday, she died her auburn-crimson locks a white blonde, just to make that prophecy come true.

It was one of the few times her sister had ever acknowledged here without the need for tears and screams. And it made Zoo shudder. Zoya dyed her hair back the next day, and for the rest of the year they went back and forth, with Zoo faking the blonde at a friend's house only to be shamed into changing it a day or a week or a month later. It is this single point of contention between them that has given Zoo her first taste of real power. The first hint that she can be the one in control.

And it is as delicious as it is dangerous.

Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:

Younger sister to Zoya.

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But from most angles, just she's sort of... blah

I feel ya, gurl, I feel ya </3

Gahk I love her name too <3333

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