Lynette Ivy Michelle || Avox

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testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm Kendall but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about 2-3ish years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty beautiful. i also own like 10 other charries :3
you can reach me through pm so yeah. have a good day!

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( F U L L N A M E )[/color] My full name is Lynette Ivy Michelle.
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] Some people call me Lyn. But to really get my attention you should say Lynette!
( A G E )[/color] I am nineteen (19) years old.
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] I was born on the 21st of November.
( D I S T R I C T )[/color] I originally came from District 12 but I live in the Capitol now.
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] I am heterosexual.
( J O B )[/color] I am an avox.
( C O D E W O R D )[/color] Is it: Odair ?.


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( H A I R )[/color] Now, my Papa and Mama are darn hairs. Me and my sister are blonde haired beauties. My hair is naturally a really light blonde. Underneath my light blonde hair is a litre of darker blonde hair. It never reaches the sunlight because of the thick layer of coal dust lining the air. But now I am in the Capitol where the air is surprisingly, clean. It's pin straight and I keep it shorter then some Around my shoulder blades.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] My eyes aren't the normal colors you usually see aloud the seam They are steel grey. I am not exaggerating. Nth me and my sister have steel grey eyes while my parents both have those rich chocolate brown eyes. Sometimes, under the correct amount of light they give off a blue sort of color.
( H E I G H T )[/color] I haven't been measured in a while but I am closer to 5'7 or 5'8. It's made up of mostly my legs. I have freakishly long legs. It's really funny actually. People say it's a good thing to have long legs but I think it's just dorky and abnormal.
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] I believe I am 117 pounds. I am not fat since I have never had a lot to eat nor do I ever eat a lot. But I am not too muscular like those weird careers.
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] Clothing? Heck, whatever I can get. I mean, I have no freedom anymore so if I get a new dress it's my lucky day. Anything from jeans to dresses. Sneakers to heals. Whatever my 'master' will put me in.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] My face claim is Emily Osment.
( F E A T U R E S )[/color] My eyebrows draw in a downward shape so it looks very serious. It's horrible because people always ask me what's wrong because I look upset. Also, my eyes are set very close together. It looks funny and it's the worst. Hmmmm - oh yes! I have no tongue . Go figure. 
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( L I K E S )[/color] Music, Singing, Greek Mythology, Gardening, Running, Animals, Strawberries, Lollipops, Children.
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color] PeaceKeepers, Unfamiliar Things, the Hunger Games, Sitting Still, Boring People, Quiet People, Black, War,  Wind, Feeling Alone.
( S T R E N G T H )[/color] I take orders very well. Which is good for an avox I guess. It isn't exactly a strength because some people abuse that. Also, I am always willing to cheer people up if they don't feel well.
( W E A K N E S S )[/b][/color] My weakness is that I am timid with things and people I don't know. Example, the Capitol. It's so different from District 12. How they talk, the fashion, the way they do things really makes me feel overwhelmed. I constantly question - 'What next?'
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color] Well, I used to sing. That was my favourite along with playing the piano at my school and the guitar. I also love to write. Since I can't talk, writing is how I express my feelings.  For I follow almost any order thrown at me because I have a fear of getting hurt again.
( F E A R S )[/color] I have a fear of peacekeepers because they made me like this. They ruined my life. The thought of them ruining someone else that I love or know's life or me again makes me fear them. I also fear being hurt again. That makes me very careful of what I do.
( S E C R E T S )[/color] Does my whole life count?
( O V E R A L L )[/color] Generally thoughtful and considerate, I am a  good listeners and put people at ease. Although I may be reserved in expressing emotion, I have a very deep well of caring and I am genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making me a valued friend and confidante. And I can be quite warm with people I know well.

I don't like conflict, because it can lead to violence. I go to great lengths to avoid it. If I must face it, I will always approach it from the perspective of my feelings. In conflict situations, I place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. I focus on the way that the conflict makes me feel, and indeed don't really care whether or not I am right. I don't want to feel badly. This trait sometimes makes me appear irrational and illogical in conflict situations. On the other hand, I am a very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people's conflicts, because I intuitively understand people's perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.

I an a natural leaders, although I usually choose to remain in the background until I see a real need to take over the lead. When I am in leadership roles, I am quite effective, because I am able to objectively see the reality of a situation, and is adaptable enough to change things which aren't working well. I am the supreme strategists - always scanning available ideas and concepts and weighing ms against my current strategy, to plan for every conceivable contingency.

In general, I am a charming, warm, gracious, creative and diverse individuals with richly developed insights into what makes other people tick. This special ability to see growth potential in others combined with a genuine drive to help people makes me a truly valued individual. I have lots of heart and really care for the people I love. 



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( M O M )[/color] My mothers name is Claudia. I never see her anymore, sadly. She didn't work when I was taken away. Mom was the house-maker. But before that she was a seamstress. My mother is 49 now? I guess I never really thought about it.
( D A D )[/b][/color] My Papa, Bernard, is a coal worker just like almost every other male in out district except the lucky ones. I was never really close to him since he always was gone when I was getting ready for school or still at work when I was tucked in a night. He is one year older then my mom so he's 50.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] I have a younger sister, who is I believe 11 now. Her name is Marigold. She is in 5th grade I believe. I miss her the most out of my family because we always were best friends. I looked out for her, she looked out for me.
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] I don't have ant brother's sadly.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] Back in D12 I couldn't afford a pet and now, I am a servant so no pets for me. I have always wanted a parrot. Ever since I was little I love the clipped and how they talked back to you.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color] My mother said I was born singing. Not crying like my little sister, Marigold. She was born screaming, I was there to tell you she was. It was a little wail, not of fright of the new world, in surprise of what was coming. My parents say whenever I'd cry, there was a little ring so it was just enough for them to recognise me. My  dad always joked I sang pretty good for my age. 

Singing was my thing, I learned to sing my first word. It was the way I expressed myself through out my life. I would write the songs and sing them while my friends would play the accompaniment. But I loved to sing by myself. No one in my whole family hasn't went a day without hearing me sing. It was my passion. 

My family wasn't financially stable to support my passion for music and Marigolds passion for art so we both had to teach each other and ourselves what we knew. Sometimes we would go and try to get a few dollars for playing music in the town square. We must have been good, or people felt sorry for us because it really helped our family income.

Mama always used to sing this song to us every night before she kissed up goodnight. It was about things we should talk about in public because Mama told us never to repeat it it unless we were in the safety of our house. When Mama stopped singing it, I began to sing it to Marigold. The song was the end of my life. The end of my former life. 

One day after school, I decided to sing that song. Every other song the public had heard countless times. Once you hear something that ling you don't enjoy it anymore. When I started to sig some people gasped in shock, others were cheering as though they supported what I was doing. Being the 18 year old stupid I was, I kept on going until I was taken by the authorities.

The song was a sign of rebellion. That song would cost me everything I had done. Any sight of rebellion they wanted to crush. The peacekeepers knew people listened to my voice. I was able to make them feel emotions. I was able to manipulate them with my voice to do what I wanted. That must be destroyed. I was sent to the detention center to be an avox for whomever buys me.

I can't sing or talk and they ruined me.  

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( C R E D I T S )

this lovely application was made by omgWOLF?!
of caution 2.0! steal and die, bitch. keep this credit here
at all times. alert me if it runs away. it might do that. have fun!
oh, and by the way, the lyrics are credit to all time low. they're awesome.

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