Lucifer Crown - The Capitol {done}

I am 6'1" tall and my body is as perfect as I can make it, all the muscles well-defined, though I'm not at all bulky. Let me share a little secret with you, for free: I was, tragically, a fugly little kid. Fortunately, my family is quite wealthy, so you get to rest your eyes on a post-surgery-perfected adult. Speaking of eyes, mine haven't decided whether to be hazel or brown, depending what I wear (or don't wear..) - but either way, they are, I've been told, captivating. My face is chiseled, and I have strong but sharp features and a beautiful mouth. My hair I tend to keep short (except on those occasions when I wear it long,) and it's usually a dark blonde shade, though it's been everything from ruby to vermillion, but, I prefer it's quasi-natural color. I wear, when I go out, whatever is most in style at the moment, my wardrobe is huge and dedicated to always presenting the best impression where ever I might be appearing.

First of all, I suppose you can call me Luci, just everyone does - to the point where I've given up fighting the inevitable. I don't like you, anyway. At least, the odds are I don't, though it's also likely I'll keep smiling, saying something charming (and adding a slightly cutting aside if we have an audience.) Now, there have been people I've genuinely cared for (that repulsive 'L' word, even,) few and far between, to be sure, but none of those relationships ended up happily, so I am a little more circumspect, now. I look awful when I'm in tears, truly, and I'd much rather be on the 'causing' end of such predicaments than the 'suffering from.' In other words, even if I like you, I trust you as far as I can throw you with one manicured little pinky.

What I do like is excitement, thrills. I've never really grown up, and why would I? How dull! I throw myself into anything wild - I party too much. I've experimented with simply everything that isn't immoral, illegal, or fattening. Well. No, that's a lie - I've tried all of those, more than once. In fact, I do such things as steal from people just for the kick, lie just to see if I get called on it - I very rarely do. I like to drive as fast as possible without positively mowing people over. And I love it when I meet someone who is a genuine criminal, too, they just are so stimulating! So, I will get my vicarious rocks off without actually risking ending up in prison myself. Or having to muck around with body disposal, ew.

Of course, I'm spoiled, but then, I deserve to be. It's not as if my parents give a nickle-plated damn about me, so they were just as well to give me my due in material possessions. Now, I have a very generous trust to live off of, but I still expect them to cover major expenses. I'm also, if I have to say so myself, rather bright. At least my instructors were fond of telling me so in conjunction with 'but you just don't try.' Whine. But yes, darling, I have a brain. Another interesting fact about me is that one thing I am absolutely crazy about is the Hunger Games. I just love watching anything about the Games, though of course I love the Games itself the most of all. Why, I almost wish I was born in Districts One or Two so I could have been in the Games myself. Almost. Not that I wouldn't have won, but getting that messy and dirty and gore-splattered? No, no, and no.

My history is fairly straightforward, horrifying as that sounds. I was born to the heiress Margerithe Bair-Crown and her ineffectual but equally well-off husband Aderinn Crown. Dear mama was too old to have children, really, but that is what medical professionals are for, and voila, a baby boy was born. As I mentioned, a not very handsome baby boy. I wasn't deformed or anything, of course, but my features just weren't pleasing. Some children dared to tease me at the academy we went to, and I always got my revenge, but you can imagine how positively ravaged was my self-confidence, until I was old enough to have the surgeries. After that, my outside reflected my inside, and I was finally happy.

I was raised primarily by several nannies, who in the main learned to let me have my way (unless, and retrospectively I will begrudgingly admit - this was a good thing, I was putting myself in real danger.) The one strict one out of the bunch I got sacked for pilfering mama's jewels, though of course I was the thief, not her. I have a long history of taking no shit, as a child, as a teen, as a man. Of course, I might pretend to ignore any slights, but trust me, I've noticed, and you'll eventually pay. I also have always been reckless, and once I even put myself in the hospital when I was eleven, when I made one of the intellectual sort of boys rig me up a scooter with a propellant fueled engine. It went gloriously fast, and was absolutely and tragically unable to corner, as I discovered right before I met a wall head on. Needless to say my taste for things that could result in actual serious pain to myself diminished.

I got into heavy partying as a teenager; what else was there to do, really? I have always known a lot of people, and always managed to fit in with the most exciting of them, though I know they are the sort of so-called friends who would cheerfully slit my throat if it proved to be significantly advantageous to them. Anymore, I think I might almost prefer minions to friends. Minions are easy to find, to be sure. Just flirt, and it's like poisoning a fish tank: you just see what floats to the top with it's belly up, and then you scoop them up. Oh, and along the way I have actually developed an ambition: I want to eventually be a gamemaker, an assistant to start with, of course. Never mind I'll have to have technical training, or that it probably is actual (pardon my use of a dirty word) - work. It's just what I have my heart set on. With the influence my family has, it should be just a matter of time.