Seraphina Lavquinn - Capitol - [FIN]

I'm the odd duck of my generation. You know that one person that stands out from the crowd? Yeah, that's me. And I'm not unique in a necessarily good way in the eyes of others. I've got dirty blond hair that I occasionally -and temporarily, mind you- dye a pale pink. Not that I'm a girly girl. Not even close. I just think it goes with me and my looks. I don't really know why though. Me and my silly mind, I suppose. My curly locks slope down to my chest about. My bangs are crafted into a side swept style that most have left behind. I like it because it covers my face. It makes me a little less noticeable than I was before.
Now you might think "Sera, if you don't want to get to get noticed, why don't you dye your skin or something?". Ok, so you probably weren't thinking that, bit I'm still going to answer it. I don't like how I look so unauthentic. I tried it once when it was a "thing" at school. I couldn't wait for it to wash off. I seemed to miss the naturalness of my real skin. It's radiant and pale, just like my father's. Of course, when he doesn't color it, that is. My mom likes it the way it is, anyway. I take my mother's opinion more seriously than my father's.
My face seems attractive enough even without the normal makeup use. I have a rounded face. Soft chin and a petite nose. Full lips. Strangely enough, I have only a small Capitol accent of sorts. I really only paid attention to the Games as I grew up, and now I acquire a voice like the tributes on the screen. I have long lashes and narrow eyebrows that are natural, thank you very much. But what I like most about it are my eyes. I have wide and round deep brown eyes that seem to burst out from my fair skin. I like them. I think they show the warm personality I have. But a lot of my friends say that, even when they're not paying attention, they can see all of my emotions in my irises. And I thought I was doing a really good job. I guess I'll have to be more careful now. My bronze eyeshadow pops out against my light skin that gives another boost to my eyes' visibility as well as a thin light brown eye liner that brings out the darker strands in my hair and the muted parts of my iris. It's a pain, however, because it's really hard to find a guy with less makeup than me. Maybe one day, though.
I am a bit short, but that doesn't mean my features are really that stocky. My legs and arms and fingers are quite long for my body size. A little out of proportion. My mother suggested that I become a dancer. Honestly, I don't really want to. I don't want to look like a girly girl and prance around the stage. How much more makeup would I need? And I would need to be perfect in front of so many people. There would be too many minds for me to impress.
I guess I'm not really updated with the regular Capitol trends. I usually wear duller colors. I don't really want clothes that can downright blind someone. There are already too many people who do it already. But I guess dressing like this means more attention. Oh great. Weird stares from people who wear a dress the size of a standard size round table. And they think I'm crazy. In the winter, I normally wear oversized knit sweaters over tank tops and jeans that hug my skinny legs. However, in the Spring and Fall, I wear loose shoulderless shirts and tight tees. My bottoms are usually white or black capris that stretch to my knees. I usually add knee high socks and arm socks of many colors and patterns. When it's hot outside, my daily attire are camis under my half shirts and flowy tops that frame my short shorts. I think it's a nice look. Of course, everyone else thinks it's really odd. Year round, I like to wear beanie hats that match most of my outfits. Add my wide array of shoes from high heels -I know, I always fall in them, but my mother likes to see me in them- to sneakers. I have a large selection of purses and bags and usually paint my nails a nice color for the week. Still, don't call me girly. Whenever I'm at home alone, I like to wear loose pants and shirts, and soft slippers adorn my feet. And late at night, I even wear glasses. No one except for my parents know I need glasses, or my social life would probably be over.