VICTORY AUBERGINE | DISTRICT 2 | FINISHED
Jan 14, 2014 18:35:34 GMT -5
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victory aubergine
district two
fifteen & female
"You know what's special about you? You're different from everyone else."
Glory and I would laugh bitterly in unison every time she said this.
appearance. There is nothing unsettling or special about me. I consider myself to be just above plain. I am not beautiful like Liberty, my sister, I am not intimidating like Fortune, my brother. I am not even unique like everyone else, because there's someone who looks exactly like me. I am just plain, and that is all. Nothing more than a plain girl from District Two.
I consider myself to be plain because I look like someone else. If I didn't have a twin, I'd think more highly of myself. I am pretty in a gamine way. I could never be described as beautiful. Beautiful people are people like Liberty, who have gorgeous eyes and the most beautiful hair and a perfect nose. But I've got charm, but the problem is, physically, Glory has the same exact charm as me (but a little prettier).
I am not small. I am average and I am as delicate as lace. Many people mistake delicate for small. Delicate is delicate, small is small. Get your facts straight. I may be lanky, but I am not all skin and bones. I am also muscle, but Glory has more than I have because she trains more often. I am 5'5, which I suppose is a nice height for a fourteen-year-old girl.
I have a wide forehead and a narrow jaw. The edges of my face are soft, creating a rounder shape. My cheeks flame with a bright, rosy pink color that contrasts with my light skin that's dotted with a few pimples (I'm a teen, it happens). I cover my pimples with foundation, which I like to douse my skin with to make it look perfect. The centerpiece of my face is a narrow nose, and below it is a pair of small pink lips.
Long light blonde curls frame my face. My hair is not like Glory's - glossy, nearly perfect curls. It is wild (like a tiger) and frizzy and resembles a haystack. I manage to tame it with a multitude of hair products. Wide, bright blue eyes stand out against my fair hair. There's something about my eyes that makes me look innocent. Maybe it's that childish twinkle in my eyes, or maybe it's their pure cerulean blue color. Whatever the reason, my eyes never fail to charm people. My eyes are lined by dark brown eyelashes, which are typically coated in mascara. I line my eyes with dark brown eyeliner to make them pop even more, and also to minimize the innocence in my eyes so I look older (it doesn't work well). A pair of thin, dark arched eyebrows grow above my dazzling eyes. I fill them in with dark powder to make them look fuller.
I like to match with Glory. We almost always wear the same clothes, but in different colors. Like one day, I'll wear a red dress, and Gory will wear the same dress, except it's blue, not red. Glory and I don't like to dress up just to go out in public or to attend school. We usually wear something like a lace or satin dress with heels (she forces me into most of the outfits) Sometimes we top it off with matching jewelry or hairpieces.
There is one thing about me that's different from Glory, at least physically. I always wear a cardinal's feather in my hair. I always manage to tuck it in somewhere in my mass of chestnut brown hair everyday. It shows in my hair like a tongue of fire, although I try to keep it subtle.
I wear it as a reminder of my strength, of my first kill: a cardinal. I took a few steps into the woods with Glory when I was a child, about seven, and shot down the bird with an arrow. I took a feather as a "spoil of war," as I called it.
personality. I am not what a child should be.
I am serious. Children are not supposed to be serious. Children are supposed to laugh and play all day, but not me. I frown and train all day. I take everything seriously. I do not make jokes, I do not laugh at jokes. I am a very focused person and I don't like to get off task. I like to have fun, but sometimes it's hard for me to unwind and let everything go.
I am extremely ruthless. Ruthlessness is the result of preparing for the Hunger Games, unfortunately. I know I would kill someone if I had to. If it meant survival for myself. I would kill my own sister to live. Selfish, yes? I am selfish as well as ruthless. But I am more ruthless than I am selfish.
Yes, I am ruthless, but I am determined. It doesn't make up for the fact that I'm ruthless and selfish, but determined is good trait. I will stop at nothing to get what I want, and I will get what I want, when I want it. I am a very impatient person.
I am brave. I am bold.
Being brave and bold also come with recklessness, but I am only reckless when I am angry. I am very intelligent, ahead of other kids my age (do my dismay, Glory is a little smarter than I). So my recklessness only happens when I lose my temper, which isn't often. I am cunning and ingenious and strategic. I believe I can work my way out of any problem if I put my mind to it. And I can do it all by myself; I hate getting help. It makes me feel weak. In other words, I am too prideful to want or get help.
I prefer solitude over socialization. I would rather sit alone and read or train than hang out with friends - who needs them? Friends will always turn on you. You cannot trust anyone (Glory is the only exception). You could say I'm a loner, but I could never be an outcast. I am not eccentric, just your typical Career. Outcasts are not loners. People often get those two confused. Get your facts straight.
I try not to stand out much. I like to fade into the crowd and not be singled out by anyone. I'm not special, so why should I want to stand out? People that stand out are beautiful people or people who actually care about what other people think of them - which by the way, I think is ridiculous and shallow and absurd. One should only care about their own opinion, and shouldn't give two shits about other people's opinions. No, I am not a stupid insecure girl who's all about perfumes and makeup and hair and clothes.
At least I'm not fake; I am a real person, who hides everything.
I value my privacy over everything. I will not tolerate any nosy bullshit. I am secretive because I don't want people getting into my crap that's not their business. No, you cannot listen in my conversations. Get the hell out of my hair! I do not want you eavesdropping. I am no open book. I am a book with coils of chains constricting it. The chains are closed with twenty-one locks.
history. I was born in District Two in a grand, lavish home. My parents were powerful Careers, and of course, they expected their children to be as great as they are. My parents were extremely disappointed that they never participated in the Hunger Games, so they expect my siblings and I to at least be Reaped, and hopefully win. I have four other siblings, so counting Glory and I, that makes six Aubergine children (not counting cousins). We are all pressured into training and being the best. By far, I am the best fighter, but Glory is the cleverest of the Aubergine children. Fortune (seventeen) is the strongest, Fame (fifteen) is the fastest, Liberty (eleven) is the stealthiest, and Justice (sixteen) has the most tolerance for pain.
I grew up jealous of my siblings, especially Fortune and Liberty, the two family favorites. Glory and I were always competitive children. We always wanted to be the best, and we constantly competed for our parents' favor. Although Fortune and Liberty were always cherished more than Glory and I, we both knew that our parents treasured the two of us. We were their two sweet angel children. I was always more disciplined than Glory. Whenever she did something wrong, it was adorable - it still is. But when I screw up, my parents' reaction is ridiculous - they act I kill innocent five-year-old children.
With Fortune being the eldest, two years my senior, I looked up to him. So did Glory. He is the one who taught both Glory and I how to fight. We began training at nine years of age. Still innocent with large eyes and little girl bows and ruffly dresses, no one took us seriously. We were treated as inferiors, until that sweet, sweet day when I felt victory: when I slashed through the luxurious fabric of the sardonic Abra Moon, a girl who was three years older than me and had been my rival since I started training. I found that I enjoyed fighting my enemies, which Mother said would come in handy in the Games.
Then she added bitterly, "That is, if you get Reaped."
By age eleven I was lethal with a glaive. Glory preferred knives and arrows and other small weapons. I was no good at hand-to-hand combat (I think it's pointless). I still stuck pretty bad at it. Instead of punching and kicking, I prefer to use weapons. If I have no weapons, I'll settle for pulling hair and kicking in the stomach. Liberty tried to teach me stealth, but I'm not as good as her, of course. She prefers the element of surprise. I like the element of surprise, but not in Liberty way, the stealthy way. I don't come off as intimidating. With my cute, childish features, I look like someone who would twirl their hair and play with makeup all day. Not someone you would fight, right? That's my strategy. No one ever expects how rough and tough I can be (now I have a reputation in District Two, but if I was fighting a stranger, this strategy would work). Unfortunately for me (and of course Glory; we look almost exactly the same), I never grew out of my childish looks. I look like I'm twelve or thirteen, I'm so adorable.
Time went on, and eventually Glory and I were instructed by our parents to train five hours a day with Fortune on Mondays and Fridays and Saturdays, Justice on Wednesdays and Sundays, and Fame on Thursdays and Tuesdays. They decided we weren't good enough, and required rigorous training.
Being only twelve at the time, Glory and I were overwhelmed by this intense training. Justice's training was the worst, because his was all about pain resistance. Fortune was the second hardest, especially because he was the oldest of the Aubergine children. He was all about building physical strength, which neither Glory or I had much of. Liberty's training was a little easier - she wasn't so hard on us. Fame's training was easier, since I was already fast. After months of this terrible training, Glory and I finally put our foots down and mouthed off to our parents, telling them that we didn't want to train with our siblings anymore and that we refused to do it, and if they tried to stop us, we'd stop training all together.
When we said this, horror crossed our parents' faces. Then, my father stood up and glared at me, along with my mother, their arms folded across their chest.
"Well, when you die, you'll wish you had trained more," spat my father.
Having stone-hearted parents was never easy. But stone-hearted and all, I love them both.
Glory and I found that it was easier to work together. At twelve, we became inseparable. If one of us are here, the other isn't too far away. Glory and I had never had any close friends, so we chose to stick together, always, especially in training. She taught me strategy, I taught her to fight with glaives and heavier weapons - she wasn't all that great at first. I'm always going to be stronger in the arm area than her.
At the age of thirteen, our skills increased rapidly. I started to work with bows and arrows and knives, and sometimes I worked with spears (which I was already good at). No matter how good I was, my parents were never impressed.
Being an Aubergine Career is a rough road with many twists and turns and bumps, but it is a path that I must follow.
Dayyyamm Odair is beautiful.
victory athalia aubergine.fourteen fifteen. female. district two. anya summers. odair.
victory athalia aubergine.
by ENY of ADOXOGRAPHY
