Genesis Tailspun - District 1 (Updated)

Her hair finds itself collecting in a brightly styled hair bun, her hair neither dabbling in any color but one: auburn. She fancies this style to her liking, and leaves it untouched before dawn of night when she let's her auburn hair fall loosely below her shoulders, while occasionally touching where her scapula resides covered by her top.

Her upper body reveals a skinny built upper figure, however, her legs reveal a athletically toned up lower figure. One glance is enough to figure out that this girl is no stranger to jogs in early fog.

Her eyes brighten with an artificial yellow dye, her eyes hold a cat-like glare towards all who reach her vicinity; continuously, they sparkle with an illuminated flare of yellow, the color that ironically represents a side she never once had. People have said that it was those same eyes that frightened them whenever alone in the near dark, before realizing the Human behind them.

Her white complexion reveals body of pure white. Many regard the color of her skin to be flawless, complimenting on the lack of cosmetics used to acquire such feats.

Often she wears luxurious accessories and outfits that showcase her best features: her face, her bust, and her eyes. The color yellow is seen with her at all times. She explains that her favorite outfit consists of a loose yellow silk dress and gleaming pearls.

From up close?

Her friends see a person with a level head. A calm, collected person who always has mentally rehearsed plan up in that head of hers. An innocent person who is both sweet and delicate in appearance and nature. She is a person who rarely smiles, but whenever she does, it is regarded as lovely and soothing... Always, she's regarded as stunningly cute, but never stunningly beautiful. They say there was always something charming about her, something that made them feel comfortable and loved. People often sense a feeling within her wants to draw them closer, a charm that puts them in a lull of reliance. At times, many have claimed that they're in love, but even as she flatly refuses them, they always reappear more eagerly than the last.

From afar?

People say it's better to keep your distance away from such people. The less involved, the better. They have their reasons, reasons that they say are both correct and appropriate in dealing with her; they keep their distance, they sense something off with that smile, something off with how she's always quick to "help" a person into a situation that she claims is the "help" required. They claim the facts spouted from her lips don't add up. They claim they aren't consistent.

The rumors?

They says that in reality she's a devious bitch who fails to empathize with others, they say she doesn't simply fail, she simply doesn't wish to. They also say that at many times, she leaves people hurt, but still manages to smile. Not one struggling to contain glee, but one of satisfaction and pleasure spilling outward.

The truth?

She's a classified sociopath. A self-proclaimed hive-mind. Perfectly capable of feigning a sweet, fragile, and innocent shell; an instinct of self-preservation that urges her to commit to such a falsehood. Her ego is immense, but she is so attuned to controlling her emotions that she is with her victims that she is capable of separating them into distinct personae: an outward appearance to hide her true emotions and to lure others, and a core persona that consists of egotism, a superior status towards others and a unrelenting disdain for others. She lures the insecure, the misguided, and the distinct into a web of lies, paranoia, and a inclination to rely on her. Her web entraps those around her into a circle of guilt, reliance, hate, and cases of one-sided love. Friends? She has them, but refers to them with a different category. Opportunities she calls them. At times, there have been many people who didn't have a proper place within this web, people who were different, people who lacked belonging to this precious circle. It was those same people that she said tried to harm their circle. The current circle agrees, and kicks such people out. Ridiculing them, isolating them. Actions that they themselves haven't realized they were capable of. Actions that bind them into a guilty conscience that goes unwavering. The girl claims that this was all for them -- something she claims was necessary for those who were deserving of such.

When Genesis arrived at school in her teenage years, people always said she was seen leaning against the wall, staring off into outside through the glass that separated the two. Gradually, people came drawn to this notion and took it upon themselves to ask her the reason behind this. She responded quietly, but in a conclusive manner to their question:

"I simply think there's more we could be doing than being cooped up in here, studying subjects we would probably never find ourselves using in the future."

Her words caught people off-guard, prompting them to think more on this topic. Many thoughts came to mind. All of them thought of how life was in District 1, while some came back to why this girl would think of such. Over the course of the years, those who came back to thinking of the girl were those who gradually began accepting and obeying her thoughts put out to words. These words would eventually turn into actions. It was to be expected after all.

Having been born in a rich family, Genesis had been given everything by her parents. She had control over the gifts they bought, but no control over their attention that directed towards her younger brother, Sal. From that point on every time she thought of Sal she wanted to straggle his small neck and smash his head into a wall.

By the time she was twelve, she had developed a hateful nature towards her parents, something unbeknownst to them. Occasionally, she found herself consumed with rage over the various items around her house. She brought attention over herself in the form of a backhanded slap across her left cheek. She was shocked, as tears started welling up from her face. She had many questions to why this happened to her, but never any answers to them.

Towards the start of her teenage years she found herself thinking more cynically of others. Often at times she found herself looking out in the distance. She was lost in thought, and weighed down by depression. Gradually, this caught the attention of those around her. They asked why she was staring through the window, but never why she was gloomy. She gave an answer that was contradicting to her current thoughts. She only wanted to make an answer that she felt was enough to quench their curiosity. This did quite the opposite. It was a bit stunning, but at the same time...intriguing... When she finally realized that these people would believe her every word, that they assumed was of no threat. She couldn't help but take advantage of this to have a little bit of amusement. That was the spark, and slowly, she began the process of developing her new personae. A false one, and a core one.

I thought it was necessary to give out different outlooks of her personae for the sake of emphasizing the two in contrast of one another.