Rhyme Morales {D1}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Name: Rhyme Morales
Age: 17
District: 1
Height: 5’3
BMI: Skinny & Strong
Twin: Rydle

Appearance:
Perfection, that’s what I continue to strive for. Some days it feels like I’m exactly that, and others it’s as though I’ll never reach my goal. But the outside Panem only gets to witness what I prefer: a sexy professional dancer that does nothing aside from hold her head high. They don’t need to see my self-consciousness side, my desires to be tall and more appealing like the other girls in my district. For all they know, I’m conceited & believe I’m better then anyone else; and that’s exactly what I attempt to convince myself of as well.

When it comes to glancing at the mirror, I have to remind myself to remain positive. Sure my face appears to be an upside-down water droplet, and my chin points far more then I’d like; but some say it’s porcelain and I’ll appear young & beautiful for decades. I try to consider that while comparing myself to my brother. Eyes might draw to him first, but I’ll never give-up on gaining the spotlight. We’re twins after all, same genetics are indeed shared. I must find the beauty, he holds, in myself.

Personality:
Since I can remember, Rydle has been advising me to be more kind. How I hate his ability to have a personality that matches his outside. Mom always says that’s why I see ugliness in my appearance, because of the darkness in my heart. It only creates more insults within my head though; desire to see those weaken expressions from my words. That feeling of being better due to pointing out someone else’s wrong doing. I can’t seem to get enough of it.

Apparently I don’t think before I talk, which I honestly don’t mind. As nice as it to feel powerful from my slander, there’s no denying the guilt I contain in the back of my mind. That little voice nagging at me that they’re actually more then me, that they shouldn’t even be considering my input. And when they do listen to me, grow sorrowful cause of me, I take that as a win against my inner thoughts. No matter how difficult it is to gaze upon their sadden exterior, it reassures that I’m a step up.

Sort of funny how the one person I spend the most time with, is who wants to change me the most. My twin Brother, Rydle, is simply my better half, as many like to inform me of. Not that I mind, since it’s kinda true. ‘Course it’s difficult to swallow, but it’s not like I ever do anything about it. Together we make the perfect pair; I’m social while he’s quiet, I’m confrontational and he’s comforting. It’s sweet and sour, and I’m perfectly good with being the sour.

History:
Seems as though everything’s split within life. Aside from the fact that we’re opposite twins, we have parents that couldn’t be more different. When I was little I didn’t think anything of it. But now that I’m older, I question why they were ever together. We originate from wealthy families, leaving both our parents with the freewill to do anything they crave. Father’s tough and brutal, leading him to training careers to no surprise. And Mother’s as sweet as candy, with dance moves of a goddess. In return both my brother & I are a mixture of careers and dancers, taking the personality of the other parent.

Dancing has always been a passion of mine, but I can’t help leaning towards being a career under my Father’s eye. I can see his preference in wanting Rydle as his prodigy, and I’m determined to prove to him that I can be just as good. Already Mother has my Brother as her favorite, making me desperate to be Father’s. Every day I’ve made it a point to train, no matter how hard dance sucks me dry. Since I was little I could handle both, and even with the lack of friends, it’s still very much worthy. I can win over my Father’s heart, while still following my own.

Couple of years ago Mother set up a dance studio in our garage; free classes and a group for anyone with the passion. That’s when my time became nonexistent. As fun as it is to direct youngsters in how to dance, I could be training for the games, as Father wants. Still I guess it is rewarding to see their expressions after acing a routine. If only they’d achieve that more often. For the time being I’ll have to settle for that, and attempt to accomplish all that I strive for. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be as great as I desire. And this rude attitude will eventually fade.



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