Starling Swift [[Capitol]] Finished!

name » Amelie Isabelle Sinclair Starling Swift. Get it right.
age » Fifteen years of age
gender » Female.
district » Capitol [oh the luxury]

a p p e a r a n c e » so beautiful

Hair: A little above shoulder length, Starling's hair is mostly dark brown. The exception is a few thick peroxide blond highlights she loves to keep visible. It's naturally a little curly, but she straightens it sometimes. It's one of the more distinctive things about her appearance- something nearly everyone first notices when they look at her.
Eyes: Nothing remarkable here, really- Her eyes are dark brown and almond-shaped. Starling finds her eyes boring, and has always wanted blue or green or even violet eyes, thinking her own are much too plain.
Skin: Starling is naturally tanned. Not much to say here.
Body: Starling is average in both height and weight. She is about 5'5, and fairly thin- even if she had whatever she wanted to eat, she is simply a naturally skinny girl.
Other: Starling has tiny tattoos of a pair of wings on each wrist. She got these during her clubber phase, but still likes them. This is one of the few things she doesn't regret from then. She also has a small scar on the back of her neck, and refuses to tell anyone where it came from.
The truth is she doesn't remember, but she prefers to give vague stories about "struggles with peacekeepers" or "vicious mutts". Her only hint to what happened is she remembers screaming her head off, shut in an utterly empty white room.

p e r s o n a l i t y » who are you?

Starling is "the funny girl". She always has a smile on her face or is trying to make someone laugh. Sadness? Anger? Pshttt. Nothing can possibly be that bad. There's always something to smile about! she constantly says. She can sing (a bit) and dances, though sometimes rather *ahem* creatively. She gets along well with just about everyone in her group, settling fights rather than picking them.
Okay, hi. This is Starling. Again. Personality now? Kay.
I guess I'm funny. I don't like it when anyone is angry or sad or whatever. I like kids. Especially when they're really little. And I hate mean people. Why would anyone do that? Make someone feel bad just so they can feel good? I just- Sorry. Sorry. But, so. I'm a vegetarian. Mostly. I don't eat meat if I can help it, but I do if we don't have much.
Everyone tells me I need to be more serious. See, I don't get that. Why do we have to be so serious?
My friends. Well...Pretty much everyone. Everyone loves me and I love everyone. I'm kinda close with Chryssie. She's fun to hang out with. We make a good team in the market- I distract; she takes; we run. That way we're less likely to be caught
My favorite animal? Starlings and Swifts, of course. I love little birds. Some people think birds of prey are "cooler", but I love how they're helpless but stronger than they look.

h i s t o r y » what came before

This is a story of a little girl
You know what? Forget that.
Is this on? It better be. So, yeah. I'm Starling, which you probably knew. So, um, I guess I'm supposed to talk about my life? Sure. Whatever. So, um, when I was a baby I was adopted. My adoptive parents were wealthy, model Capitol citizens.
And they were freaking jerky morons. I hate (repeat: hate) them. They suck. Ugh. Fine. Okay.
I was born to..someone. I really know nothing about them. I was adopted by Estelle and Rextan Sinclair, and grew up thinking they were my birth parents. Odd, as Estelle was a natural white-blonde and Rextan a redhead, but I didn't know any better. I grew up in this big, white, sterile glass house. I was like their pet. I got good schooling and everything, but I just didn't feel right. I was living in a sort of bubble. I hated it. Sure, I (theoretically) got whatever I wanted. But I was utterly, completely alone. I had no friends. My servants were Avoxes. My parents partied all day and all night.
Finally I snapped. I started sneaking out, first for a few minutes, soon for hours. I became a regular at a bar at the age of ten. I continued living like this, only being at home for moments a day. I started to be known at some of the bars and clubs. I changed my name- rather than Amelie Sinclair, I was now Starling Swift.
When I was twelve, I was one of the youngest regular clubbers in the Capitol.
I kept on with that for a while. But I got bored of even that. I was wandering the streets of the city one night when I bumped into a girl a little older than me. We talked for a little, and she told me her name was Chryssie Frost. She told me she led a group of runaways, and she invited me to join them. I accepted immediately. I went home, took the handful of possessions that mattered to me, and left. I didn't leave a note or any other clue to where I had gone, partly because I didn't want them to find me. And partly because I wanted to see if they would try.
Guess what happened?
So I stayed with the Runaways. Now I'm one of the older members, and I couldn't be happier.

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