Keshak Sitt -D6 {DONE}

"But every song's like:
Gold teeth, grey goose, tripping in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room
We don't care"

Appearance:
I'm rather small for my age most people say. I make small cute, though in my own way. I have a few freckles plastered across the middle of my face and I have light hazel eyes to match my long, brown hair. Myrick says that is what makes me cute but I think that I'm disgusting. I can always see tiny things like that I have one small zit on my forehead or that my hair never stays in the position I want it too.

I always try to get my hands on anything to cover the problems up. Most of the time though, I can't really find anything to match the color of my skin.

Speaking of my skin tone it is not perfectly tan as I wish, but it is a sort of tannish white coloring. I should be spending more time in the sun so I could get more of a tan.

I am always wearing some piece of jewelry or another. My parents get angry at me for being so careless about their money. We aren't terribly wealthy but we aren't poor either so I thought it would be ok to just get a few glittery things.

My parents disapprove of the group I'm in so you'd often see them yelling at me to stop hanging out with them. To what I would protest in my soft small voice, "But they're my friends!" When I'm not arguing with my parents I can be either seen with my group or with Myrick. Myrick is my boyfriend.


Personality:
I like to think that I'm stunning and wonderful and smart, but actually I'm small, shy, and not the smartest person ever. I don't even understand why my boyfriend, Myrick, likes me! Wait, does he even like me? Does he think of me as his girlfriend? Oops! Sorry! Sometimes I just get nervous and I start to trail off. Anyway, I can also be pretty violent when I want to despite the shyness. Growing up with poverty around me didn't help me become a kind caring person. I am the nicest in my group but I still participate in the stealing, bullying, and drinking.

Drinking isn't even my favorite thing to do! I just do it because everyone else does. I suppose you could call me a sheep but that would hurt my feelings. I am also not very good at containing my anger. If you hurt my feelings you will get yelled at rather loudly and maybe a punch or slap once or twice from me.

I'm into the kind of boys who are "bad boys" like my boyfriend Myrick. I think they are so cool because they do anything they want without caring.

Speaking of not caring I actually care a lot... about what people think of me. I am so vain my parents think I'm joking. Well... I don't care what my parents think. Just what people who matter think. Mila and Myrick are the ones who I care about the most. Crystal and Tylenol I don't even understand why they're in the group.

I have also what you could call a "silver tongue." I am very good at persuading people and can often help my group out of sticky situations like when the Peacekeepers actually get us.


History:
I grew up in poverty. Only until quite recently I was very poor and didn't have enough money to buy bread. Now my family isn't poor but we aren't wealthy either. My father and mother are both apothecary owners and they are also healers. They treat a lot of people, most who can't pay. My parents are almost the exact opposite of how I've been since I was 12. I met my boyfriend Myrick when I was 13. I was the last to join the group out of Myrick, Mila, Crystal and Tylenol. Myrick had just helped me out of a sticky situation with a peacekeeper when I tried to steal bread. I loved him ever since. I'm never sure if he loves me the same way.

When we were 15 Myrick tried a drink of alcohol and he loved it. He got us all to try it and I seemed to be the only one in the group who doesn't like it but I drank it anyway. With my group we stole and bullied and did anything we wanted. I would often go out to parties with them every week at night ever since we were sixteen. I love my life.

Of course though, my parents strongly disapproved of the group I was with. They didn't know about the alcohol and the parties but they hated that I hung out with a group who stole and bullied. Well you know what. Screw them. I never and will never care what they think.

When I was little I actually listened to them. I was sweet and caring and hated to see things get hurt. But it all changed when I was 12. My younger brother who I loved so much died from getting shot by a drunken peacekeeper. It traumatized me and altered my entire personality. I loved him so much and he was taken away from me just because someone thought they had the right. Then I thought, Well, if they have the right to do that I do to. That was when I started stealing and joined my "Gang." As my mother calls it.

"We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's like:
Crystal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jetplanes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care"
- Lorde, Royals.