Malinsa Dion | D4 | FIN

Shooting out your own poison at people is great but when you slip in your own poison then it never goes down too well; for Malinsa Dion this is a regular occurrence. Nothing will stop her, she is eighteen now, it’s hard to suck out bad habits of older people but Malinsa doesn’t find it bad at all. It’s her trademark, which is what she is always remembered by. She would rather be remembered by something than nothing at all, even if it is for being bitchy outspoken spoiled girl. Everyone knows her name, everyone knows to avoid her venomous bite although from time to time she is able to sink her teeth into the vulnerable ones.

Being a part of a match set isn’t great, especially when you look identical to a herd of boys. Being surrounded by testosterone filled masculine young men, Malinsa has fought had to keep her feminine touch, which she has successfully won. Wavy dark brown hair which falls past her breast, it is a well maintained feature of her appearance. Regularly she adjusts the style, throughout the day she carries a hairbrush, making sure every strand of hair is in place. Mirroring the colour of her hair, he deep brown eyes, one of the add-ons of being a part of the Dion pack of cards.

Some years of training have helped chisel her body figure, as well as the well filled plates on the dinner table. Toned muscles running along her body, she isn’t too built but good enough to see an incline of her hard training. Being quite an average height, Malinsa is 5ft 7 and is towered by her gigantism group of brothers. Most of her clothing is tightly fitted as she likes to put her body on display while she is out. However at home, Malinsa does enjoy some comfort. So when behind closed doors she tends to wear her brothers over-sized jumpers while lounging about the house.

Residing on her neck is a collection of moles and skin tags, the collection she would love to dismiss. Although having the odd mole here and there, a great bundle of them in her eyes is not attractive at all. Regularly she tries to cover it up as many like to drop a comment on her personal dot-to-dot. During the winter months, she wraps a scarf around her neck to try and hide it from a cruel eye. Although when she is at the training centre it is hard to cover up so just allows it to be on show.

Having to live in a pack of boys, all fighting for dominance in the house, Malinsa has had to grow a sharp personality. She puts up with no nonsense and is quick to fire back any rude comments thrown at her. She can be quite laid back with her brothers but if they tug on any of the wrong wires, she will quickly turn. Determined to defend herself in every situation or attack, Malinsa is not afraid to fight her own cause. Not wanting to be spat on, she will fight to always be on top. Never does she want to be the outcast looser than can easily be trampled on.

Loving control, if you want to hang out with Malinsa, you will have to do what she wants to do. Hating on boring situations, Malinsa always wants to be having fun. Everything that is dull to her she will not approach or will just tear up. If she is forced to do something she dislikes, she will disobey or be reluctant to do it. Usually she will get her own way, as a great temper tantrum or a blackmailing session will usually do the trick. Although if it is chores, she will likely bribe one of her younger vulnerable brothers to do the dirty task.

Malinsa has a hard time keeping comments to herself. If she sees someone being stupid or a vulnerable person, she is quick on picking on their faults. Unaware of the mental damage that she does to people, she has no care in the world. However she doesn't like to get served her own medicine and whenever someone throws a comment at her, she is quick on losing her temper, usually throwing a few cussing words at them.

Socially, Malinsa loves to have friends and is picky on them. They must have the same interests as her as well as being cool people. Usually Malinsa likes to suck up to a variety of girls and boys that she finds attractive. Although failing terribly at any flirtatious situations, nothing will stop her from grabbing a kiss from someone which is usually why she is labeled a slut.

Born into a bundle of boys,Malinsa was the anomaly in the great Dion masculine army although she was just loved as equally. Not treated any differently than the boys, Malinsa had to fight hard not to become one of them; she didn’t want to be tinted with male attributes. Favouring for all the girly things, since an infant she did what was expected as a young girl. Despite being surrounded by boys, nothing seemed to deter her from the stereotypical interests of girls. When she was able to buy her own things, it was always the brightly coloured sweet items that she bought, most of these features in her clothing.

Malinsa was given the choice of the training centre or a job in one of the District Four typical industries. Her parents aren’t the typical pushy career type. Her father being a trawler man and her mother an ex-career, Malinsa was let loose on her choice in life. Choosing the career life as none of the jobs interested her, she quickly settled into the lifestyle. At first she was committed with her training, keeping her head down and pushing herself. Slowly her mind was twisted with being the best and quickly she was doused in the bitchiness that she is known for.

Getting into many quarrels with the other careers, it was a norm for her to have a sharp outspoken tongue. Many deter from training with her, while others respect her frame of mind. Having people suddenly be at her beck and call, Malinsa loved it and took advantage to this new famed popularity. Malinsa has no ambition to be in the games but she craves popularity and attention. She just wants everyone to love her, to be like her to do everything for her.

Her new bitterness began to follow her home, as she began to manipulate her brothers, having leashes and collars attached to them all, even her parents. Making herself be spoiled with her new attention, Malinsa has no worries. Everyone does everything for her. She has them feeding her grapes by hand. She relishes it all and never wants to let go of the strings she has attached to the world.