océane leah doverspice |~| d3

Blue-green eyes flicker and dart back and forth as they examine their surroundings. Long, reddish-brown hair tumbles down in loose curls, which wind around each other and giving the appearance that she had it styled. Eyebrows carefully arched, and eye makeup so delicately applied, the first thing a person notices is her eyes. A genuine smile produces dimples that only add to the youth of her face. The occasional acne scar or freckle spots her face, deeming it not exactly "perfect," even though she seems to think so.

Reigning from District 3, she is always dressed in elegant clothing. Large amounts of money are used to provide for her wardrobe, and Océane feels no remorse for spending so much. Her closet is full of clothes that have never been worn, and probably never will be. She is always found in jewelry, and never caught dead without makeup. She always looks her best, even if she's doing something as small as taking out the trash.

With a lean body and a nice, tall height of 5'7", Océane has a body most Capitolites and citizens of the upper Districts would kill for. Thin, room for gorging on any food she pleases, and lanky; Océane could be a killer athlete, if she were motivated to be one. Even though she has all the food in the world at her fingertips- and in her kitchen-, Océane prefers to skip most of her meals, in order to keep her skinny and somewhat unhealthy figure. Barely any meat on her body; just enough to keep from looking deathly sick. Ribs are still somewhat easily visible, though, and her bones are easy to feel if you grab her arm.

Arrogance radiates off Océane in waves. It emanates from her very core, wafts off her aura like the sweet-smelling smoke from freshly-baked cookies. Océane is better than anybody else, at anything, period. To say otherwise would surely guarantee you a spot on the never-ending list of people she hates. In her tight group of "friends," she is the shining star; you will never find her friends speak up first, never find them make their own decisions without Océane's consent first.

Oceané is somewhat clingy. The closer you become to her, the more that she becomes attached to you. She can never be found alone. She is always with another person. She fears loneliness; it is something she hates experiencing. In this sense, she is glad for her large, unrelenting family.

Pessimism floats around Océane like moths to a flame. Every situation that is presented to her can be picked apart, and she can find even the smallest bit of negativity in it. Not surprisingly, people find it difficult to be around her, and rarely ask for her advice or opinion on things because they know that she will suck away all of the positivity in the conversation.

Albeit clingy and condescending, Océane is quite observant. Nothing goes unnoticed by her; everything in the vicinity is observed and noted, never forgotten. She observes and watches quietly and sneakily. She misses nothing, and she knows how to use her observations to blackmail and manipulate.

Riches have been a part of Océane's life for as long as her memories stretch back. She never had to ask for something she wanted or wished for; it was merely known that she wanted it, and she would receive it in a timely fashion. She was never hungry, never cold, never in want of something.

As Océane grew older, she noticed the way that her room changed. It changed from pinks and purples and childish things to a cold, desolate chamber of a room. Items no longer satiated her hunger. She thought that they brought her fulfillment, happiness, and a sense of being content; instead, it just distanced her. The items filled up her sadness, but not permanently. They were only temporary fillings that eventually broke apart and flew away in the breeze of her aging.

Still, she wasn't sure what else to do with herself. She didn't know how else to live her life, what else to fill her days with. All she knew was that she could have whatever she wanted. But what she really wanted was someone. Her parents were never home. Gone most of the week working late, partying, or something of the sort, and her brother off somewhere doing God knows what with alcohol, drugs, and girls, she was left to her own devices. Money was always in abundance, and most teenagers would have a field day with the combination of freedom and money. Océane just stared at the constant money on the counter and in her abundance of purses sadly and somewhat in disgust, as it constantly mocks her when she is in its presense. Her life revolves around money, and it always has. She had been constantly taught as a young child that money solves every imaginable problem. Her current problem, though, is finding someone that loves her, for her.