Aryn Jacckson District 4 {{DONE!!}}

Name: Aryn Marie Jacckson {AJ preferably}
Age: 14 years
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Eyes as blue as the ocean and sky together. A skinny girl, no more than 110 pounds. An hourglass build and form, perfect movement. A tanned and freckled face. A small nose and heart-shaped face. A perfect smile and delicious lips. Curly brown hair, tightly curled, thick and luscious. Soft skin and touch, smoothed by the sea.


That sounds great, right?


Okay now take that image and make her eyes dim and pain ridden. Take the skinny girl and make her 94 pounds at age 15, not 110. Take the hourglass body and conceal it with ruddy and baggy clothing and add the occasional limp to her step. Take the tanned and freckled face and add some black and blue lumps, that small nose broken, the heart-shaped face beaten and battered overall. The perfect smile slips from her face and reveals an emotionless pain, the lips cut and bleeding. The curly brown hair is suddenly matted and snarled, dirty and unkempt, held back in a ponytail. That soft skin is scarred, battered, bruised, scratched, and bleeding.


Now what do you think?

Aryn Marie Jacckson.

On most days, Aryn can be seen in a dirty, baggy T-shirt and a pair of black mesh shorts. She doesn't own a pair of shoes, not only because she cannot afford them but because she enjoys feeling the sand in her toes. She can often be seen carrying her beaten surfboard, which is actually just a nicely carved piece of wood.

AJ can also be caught twitching and cringing in pain at times. It is completely random and she often falls to her knees. She usually can tell when her flashbacks are coming on but sometimes she can't control it. She often passes out in these situations, waking up with her own blood in under her fingernails.


True beauty and glow is covered by the terrible hardships of her life. And only those who choose to see through that terrible, horrible coat and mask can see who she truly is and truly wants to be ...

Personality:

Pain?
... I thought it was called love ...

Shy and withdrawn.

AJ is quite shy. Although she is capable of having that occasional chat without it being to awkward, she doesn't look for a conversation. She withdraws herself away from crowds of people and tries to avoid people as best she can. She answers questions and inquiry with the simplest answers and never continues unless it is necessary. Only men get her full attention, (Although she still doesn't say much of anything) for she was taught to repsct them with the greatest respect and let them do whatever they want or get them whatever they want. Shyness is still very prominent in her though.

Hidden and broken.

AJ is a broken soul. She doesn't let any emotion free from inside her because of the damage and pain she recieves constantly. she lets no love show as well. She has no friends, no family she wishes to be near, and only lets people think that she is completely bored with life. Unless she is on the ocean. The only way she knows she can show her true self to is the ocean. She surfs when no one is looking or noticing and lets all her love poor into the waves and foam. She can be herself out on the ocean, knowing it won't judge her. She uses surfing as a way to release all negative thoughts and turn them into positive energy on a wave. The only emotions she can show openly are pain, fear, anmd distress, which she cannot help anyway.

Frightened and pained.

AJ has a bit of a fear problem. She has terrifying hallucinations, (side-effects from the drugs that are forced into her system.) and she always has pain and cramps in her muscles. As well as the extra bumps, cuts, and bruises given to her at the hand of her father. This has made her a bit odd to most, but really she is being horrified by all the former beatings her father has given not only her but her mother. Flashbacks are common in her life which have made her frightened to be around anyone, for fear that they change into her father or some other scary episode. She really does fear her own mind and dreams.

Submissive and controlled.

AJ takes orders easily. She was never taught that it wasn't okay for a dad to hit his wife or daughter, so she takes orders from him without question or complaint. She was taught that basically, all men are right and never wrong and should always be listened to. So, AJ is always doing things for the men around her. She often receives a beating from her father when she forgets to pop the lid on his spirits, and she will always feel as if she deserved getting a fist to her face for forgetting to open the bottle. She has lost all her own thoughts and is controlled like a slave around her own home, not knowing that that isn't right.

Poor self-confidence and self hatred.

All AJ's self-confidence has been drained from her. She is a worthless piece of shit and she truly believes it. The verbal abuse she has received has damaged her and she hates herself for any little thing she does wrong or even thinks may possibly be wrong. She usually quits doing things after the first try, knowing she can't do it, that she is too stupid to figure it out. Incapable of having her own thought process, she counts on her father to order her around and tell her what to do.

Soft and caring.

Underneath all her pain and fear, there is a girl bursting with love and affection and caring. That girl knows that everything deserves a life, everything deserves a chance. Sometimes AJ instinctively saves turtles on the beach or hurt seagulls on the ground without a second thought, then will suddenly remember that her father would disapprove of her saving the filthy animals and will beat herself up inside for doing so. But she is not a bad person and can do or would do any harm to anyone but herself.

History:

Aryn Marie Jacckson. Born September 13th on one of the most beautiful days in the Fall along the coast. Brought into the world in a hospital overlooking the ocean near her home on a soft and sandy beach. The boats were already out fishing at 5:13 in the morning that day and the sun began to shine over the ocean with a certain sparkle; a beautiful sight. Her mothers heartbeat was strong and comforting in the small space around her. Her warmth was eminating. And for that one minute, everything was happy. Everything was as it should be.

And then that little moment ended ...

"Mommy?"
"Yes, AJ, dear? What is it? What's wrong?"
"I need something to drink."
"OKay just let me, please, clean this up first ..."
"You filthy whore!"
"No, no! Please ... No not in front of her ...Please."
"Oh, shut up, you bitch! Obviously you need another fixing ... And you spilled my liquor!? What the hell is your problem!?"
"Ah! ... Please ..."
"Get in that room now! No? Gunna mope down there a little longer? Fine!! I'll just drag you then, maggot!!"
"No, no, Aryn, stay out here. Don't follow me ... AH!!"
.....
Mommy?

Aryn's mother was soon dead a few years later when Aryn was 8. Lucky for her, her father wasn't drunk when the Peacekeepers came to assess the scene. He told them she had been drugging herself silly for years and had beating herself up over it. She must of died of overdose or something. The whore left her child to him. How selfish, right? But, of course, everyone knew what actually happened. And yet ... nothing. They did nothing.

Soon after the funeral, Aryn became the new target of he fathers rage. She got to live what her mother lived ... Which also known as hell. She became his slave. Behind the door he always took her mother there were long sticks. He put methylphenidate pills on the end and shoved it in her mouth. Within a half hour she began seeing things ... bugs everywhere and flashbacks of her mother and her father ... he turned into a giant beast thing with huge teeth and claws and a long tongue ...

And suddenly, Aryn's life was destroyed completely. Snapped in half. Her father continued to force her on the drugs, all while beating her and ordering her around. The only way she ever escaped her nightmares was swimming.

Aryn had taught herself after her mother died. And soon discovered that she loved to surf. She had watched a few boys try it for ages, trying to figure out what they were attempting to do. One day, they threw there long boards away and AJ took right to it. Swimming out to a wave, at first just letting them carry her while she was on her stomach. Then it turned into a kneel, then a stand, then simple moves and twists, then challenging tasks, until she grew to be quite talented with it. And soon surfing was her only escape.

Aryn works selling fish at the various markets around District Four. Her father demands a bottle of liquor always, and since he doesn't work, Aryn knows it's her responsibility. She recieves food from the fisherman she works for. They are quite generous too. Possibly her only friends. Caretakers, not friends.

Aryn misses her mother. So much that all her flashbacks are of her. Screaming, crying, dying. Horrifying, she often cries out on the beach, silently, as to not disturb anyone or draw attention to herself.

She always watches the sun rise over the ocean, sparkling and glittering over the waves, hitting the filthy fishing boats with a sort of fancy caress. And sometimes she can feel her mothers warmth against her skin. And feel her heart still beating in her ears, and through her, to create a radiation of warmth and love.

Codeword: odair
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