reina windsor } { district two | fin

The desire to win is only for satisfaction when you're already winning so much at life. The darling child, whose blood laced with pure gold runs through her veins. A showcased babe, displaying pretentious perfection, whether it be in her dashing looks and perky features, or her primadonna demeanor.


Held on a trophy case her life, Reina exceeds the expectations of career children throughout the district. Being volunteered into countless competitions and matches, a fire of glory and fame is lit when the sweet taste of victory is just at an arms length away. A competitor until her days run out of time, she breathes for the sensation of knocking her opponent out unconscious. Playing dirty and sneaking around the rules with hands that bear the guilt, but as long as it ensures her ostentatious victory over the rest. And damn, eyeliner's so sharp you could cut bitches.


A true Royce in the sense of the blood that courses throughout her veins. Obsessed with only herself and the fact that all others bow to her gracious presence in the light of their life. Her egotistical personality is surprisingly an attractive quality, in her case. Born to a life of hungry little fuck boys chasing her down like packs of puppies, Reina seeks affection in not one of them. Absorbed in her own sense of self, she hasn't felt attraction to anyone but the complete babe in the full body mirror at the end of her bedside.

["You're so fucking pretentious-"

"Duh!"

Rolling my dark brown eyes, those that glint in the radiating like, at the complete ignorance coming from a walking sack of unneeded disappointment. Turning away from the irrelevance that, for some reason, felt like they were allowed to speak to such high royalty. Peasants these days, the common people cannot seem to quite figure out their social level in their such depressing lives.


Hopping onto my majestic white stallion we gallop into the sunset as I reside on my high horse.]


"Oh girls just want to have funds."
Living a life in the wealthy, upper class of District Two, my job was never a hard one. Only needing to remain every ounce of perfection that I was dolled up to be, I basically get paid to breathe. Paid in more than just the cash flow that comes to me in gold bars, diamond's and jewelry galore, I am paid with the attention that a person like me really deserves. But of course, the perks all just come apart of the big package that is being fabulous me.

"My time is money, hun.

If you're not making the best of it,

then you're wasting it."

Born to the original surname of Royce, twin to Fiona, older sister to Catalina. However, that life diminished the second I was taken away from the family as an infant. Parents that are low key and hate being in the spotlight of negativity, they weren't concerned with taking in more than they could handle. But of course, the never ending limelight of appreciation for their existence is just enough to raise them big bucks. It would've been in question for my lifetime if I'd known that I wasn't born in District Two. But for now, I reside as a lost gem in a stone pit. A solitaire.


Taken as a hostage by a bunch of ragamuffin's who wanted nothing more than to wander throughout the districts. I guess my perfection doesn't go without a charm, as you can see, I've been taken as a precious souvenir for those who came and gone. I knew I was always irresistible, even from such a young age.


A mirroring, spitting image to a twin I've never once met truly. My long, wavy, dark, black hair flows gracefully in the blowing wind. A true immortal goddess in the form of a mortal human being, by the name of Reina Windsor. Every aspect that makes up my fragile five foot, five inch frame is sheer perfection. From my porcelain, unmarked skin I was blessed with, all the way to my size six shoes. However, one physical attribute that I didn't like was my boobs, and while they were always so damn perky, they were too much of a sore to handle, bringing attention to them and not my face.

"Stop looking at my boobs."

A double life was seemed to be lived in one whole lifetime. Born to the Royce's in the luxury of District One and only to end up in Two. Taken from the medical center in District One, as a new born infant, by wanderers who thought nothing but selfishly for themselves. I was stolen away from family who cared more of money and fame than their own child.


One life scratched from existence, as another wrote over it.
Entered through the gates of a land of forbidden territory, a life lived made new was only for a short while. For we lived in poverty and poor conditions like the peasants you see as you stroll down the town square, as they beg for spare change. It was only a little that this remained, until one day my new found parents captors were shot dead among the site as they were found treading on ground that was not meant to be crossed. 


Taken in by peacekeepers to the adoption center is where I spent a good few days of my life. Usually it took about a few years at maximum to either be released on your own, or adopted by a wanting family. Only taking several days, a family was clearly mesmerized by my stunning beauty and amazing attitude and talents, over the other raggedy bunch. From that moment until now I've lived with one of the most wealthy, high class, prestigious families in the District. Alongside my other adopted brothers and sisters, we usually got along, however a majority all of them could take useful advice from a professional like myself, because damn do they commit crimes in their fashion choice that I wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemies.


Better to make them cry in the comfort of family, than to let them go out in the world looking like they were dressed by a bunch of low standard, low class proletarians.