Renegade Reigns D1 [done]

Name: Renegade Reigns
District: 1
Age: 17
Career

Appearance

Let's see. What do I look like? Well allow me to tell you. I stand roughly five foot six inches tall, and I weigh approximately one hundred thirty-five pounds. I have a small frame. Most of my weight is made up from muscles. I work out all the time constantly destroying my body while building it up. Making myself stronger and stronger. But I don't want to get too muscular. My clothes are always neatly pressed, and they fit just right to show off my curves. Yet my pants are always a struggle. Finding a pair that fits around my tiny waistline, and the length of my legs seems almost impossible; however, I make due with what I'm given because I can always take Oblivion's clothes if mine doesn't fit.

My face is oval shaped coming to a point at chin. Dark colored eyebrows sit over my almond shaped blue-gray eyes. My large, button nose bothers me. It's also crooked from being broke in an accident one time. I have high cheekbones sitting nicely under my eyes hiding the dark bags. Red stains the white of my eyes from lack of sleep. Many nights are spent sleepless as I fight to keep myself moving in the right path. My lips are pale and tiny. A cocky smirk twists across my face all the time hiding my white teeth. And my voice is deep and coarse. I hate my voice because I'm a queen, and my voice definitely doesn't belong to a queen.

I do have this scar that runs across my face. It runs from the corner of my left eye down towards the tip of my nose. I got it from a training accident, and it almost cost me my life and my site in one eye. Now don't get me wrong, it was a total accident, but to think that I was so close to death. Even now the scar is there, and I can feel the pain of the blade sliding through my skin. I hate it. I hate that the scar is there, but with some of my mom's powder stuff, I'm able to cover it for the most part. I'm supposed to have a clean face. Clear skin, but this scar does nothing for it. But it serves as a constant reminder that I'm still alive when I should've died.

Personality

I am a queen. Whatever I want, I can get at the snap of a finger. It's expected. Oblivion tells me I'm a spoiled rotten brat. Maybe she's right. Maybe she's wrong, but at least I am better than her. Mom and dad tell me I'm the best thing that ever happened. I keep my head held high. I am royalty and everyone else is a mere peasant. They should bow down to me and proclaim that I'm the greatest being to ever live. Some call me cocky and arrogant because I'm constantly showing off. I try and try and I make sure I never fail in anything I do, and I'll be damned if someone tries to show I'm not the best around. I've been proven wrong before, and it wasn't a pleasant sight. My temper runs high the moment someone shows me up, but I don't let it stop me from going on. But don't let my cocky nature lead you in the wrong direction.

I can be a nice person. I can be honest, but I'm only honest when people are honest with me. Lie to me, and I'm not afraid to make an example out of you. I value honest and integrity. I'll be honest no matter what. Ask me a question, and I'll give an honest answer no matter what. So be warned it may not be the answer you want to hear. But become my friend, and I'll be loyal. I'll step in front of a bullet to save the life of my friends. But don't get me wrong. I hide all this. I keep it deep inside. Not because it's all a lie, but I want to make sure my friends would do the same for me. A temper rages inside me. A tantrum of sorts when people are rude and disrespectful. But not once will it stop me from being the person I am meant to be.

I'm not afraid to speak my mind, and sometimes I speak without thinking; however, I never regret what I say in the spur of the moment. Whatever it was, the person deserved it. My words are harsh, but hidden somewhere inside me is a heart waiting for the chance to show the world that even the cruelest of people have a soft side. Me? My soft side is when people fail after trying their hardest to succeed. Maybe it's because I never fail, and I'm always sitting on my high horse. Well, I guess I am capable of failing, but it just doesn't happen because I train hard every single day, and one day I will get the chance to show the world that I'm the best to live. Only I am deserving of the crown because the crown is only fit for a queen.

History

From the time I was capable of walking, my mom and dad sent me and my sister into the training academy. It was in that moment I realized I was different than Oblivion. She spent her time learning first aid instead of wrapping her hands around a weapon like I did. I started with a knife because I couldn't lift a sword. I loved the feeling when the fake blood dripped down my arms. It made me realize that this was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I wanted to become a bloodthirsty monster because only I am capable of restoring the honor that has been lost so many times.

I remember watching the games as careers journeyed through the arena, and sometimes I thought they were a disgrace. Careers are supposed to win every single game. They're supposed to be the strongest of strong, but sometimes it feels as though they are simply worthless. Anyone who lets a child from a lower district kill them doesn't deserve to be recognized from a career district. Which is why I train hard every single day of my life. All my time is spent in the gym tossing weapons around. I will not be remembered as a lowlife career who gave it her all. No, I will be remembered as Renegade Reigns, Queen of the world.

One time I got hurt training. I got a nasty cut across my face, and I wanted to let it heal on its own, but it got infected, and my sister told me I would die if I didn't let her help me. Why would I want her to help me? She's a disgrace to the family name. She's not even a career. Reluctantly I let her help me. I didn't realize how bad off I was, and how much pain I was feeling until all the infection was gone. I'm grateful she helped me. I'm grateful she saved my life, but I refuse to tell her that. I refuse to let her know I appreciate her help because I want nothing to do with her. Oblivion is worthless in my eyes, but I guess she's not as worthless as I once thought.

Now that I'm seventeen, I always push myself even further. I train young kids that step inside. I show them what to do and how to properly hold the weapons. Yeah, my weapon of choice is a sword or an axe, but I know how to use many. I have to be prepared to adapt to any situation placed in front of me, and I know that I may not get the weapon I want. All I have to do now is wait for the perfect chance to volunteer for the games. Mom and dad ask me all the time if I would volunteer for my worthless sister Oblivion. While I await the chance to prove myself in the games, I wouldn't volunteer for her because I would be better off without her.