luxa pelotte {d4} fin

She came out kicking and screaming; there was a certain rasp to her cry which was instantly recognisable. Husky voice and porcelain skin that had dimples that looked like they had been pushed into her cheeks by a perfect fingerprint.

Even as a babe, her parents could tell she would be beautiful. It continued as she grew up; long dark hair which caressed her body like a soft and gentle, loving touch. Bright brown eyes catch your attention with ease, fluttering lashes make you get lost in her own illusion. She wears the scars of a skin that has been repeatedly sun-kissed; darkening freckles over the bridge of her nose reflect the brown in her eyes.

Her mother tells her endlessly that she is beautiful, one in a million.

Plump lips often form a sickly sweet smile which is set to wage war against anyone who crosses her path. But the small and crooked button nose casts away any connotations of danger, replacing them with a fragile innocence that is protected at all costs.

And she has always wanted to protect herself; her reputation is important and she used to always try the hardest to rise above her peers. Her competitiveness comes with confidence, dwindling in recent years, which some read as arrogance. To her, it is just a reassurance strategy that she can and she will; nothing is malicious.

Everything changes when she steps foot in the training centre. She has specialised in knife throwing and her dedication knows no walls or boundaries. Luxa had been forced to fill the hole which her older sister left empty--a disappointment, that's all they ever called her, a disappointment who was a waste of space. The girl feels like glass with the amount of pressure slung onto her shoulders. She can't let them know, though, she knows that it is getting to her but all she can do it bottle it up inside and smash that same bottle when training.

But outside of this bloodthirsty world, she has a large heart which is difficult to ignore. Often exploited, torn left and tugged right, she's learnt to accept that people take advantage of her kindness. 

Though when darkness comes, fear surfaces. She knows that it is a childish fear--her sister teases her about it as much as possible--but it is a genuine one. She used to wake up in the night and wish for the sun because not knowing what lurks in the dark ignites her imagination and it runs wild. Moonlit nights are no different; she dives between the sheets to give herself some peace of mind.

Staring straight up at the wall, she wonders why her siblings leave her to burn like this.

Living in District 4, Lux has grown up to a reasonably wealthy family. Her father works as a career trainer and has done for a number of years, hence why Lux is expected to train hours upon hours to prove that if she is reaped for the games, her family can try to ensure her safety. Lux spends the majority of her time practicing her knife throwing, putting as much effort in as possible in hopes of improving and becoming better. She knows that her family has piled heaps amounts of pressure on her fragile shoulders, but she is determined to keep her head up and stop her halo from falling.

At school, Lux remains quiet and resides in the creaky and broken desk which is at the back of the classroom. She enjoys running her frail fingers over the doodles and notes etched into the wood and thinking about what must've been going through that persons mind. She often gets distracted which can cause her grades to slip, but knows where her real priorities lie. In her training.

Lux's friendly face and sweet smile are not deceiving. She is friendly and accepting to everyone, being open and offering a warm hug to all who need. Motivated by her parent's undying love, Lux has made it her duty to make everyone feel happy, loved and cared about no matter what they are going through. Whether she is the shoulder to cry on or the hand to hold, she's the one friend you can always rely on.