Janice Dwyer, D8, Fin
Jul 4, 2016 12:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jul 4, 2016 12:33:31 GMT -5
Name: Janice Dwyer
Age: 17
Gender: female
District/Area: District 8
Appearance:
Have you ever seen Janice? No? If you're a district 8 citizen, it's absolutely impossible. Her amiable look and gorgeousness are a well-known fact. She has dark brown hair, long and wavy which she doesn't usually put away in a ponytail or something like that. It just rests on her shoulders in stunning, countless locks. She may have a few pimples at times, which she tries to squeeze or hide, but if you don't pay any attention to pimples, everything else seems adorable. Her eyebrows almost meet on her nose, which may be a bit bigger, than it should be and her head might seem a little square-shaped, her skin colour is unstable: its changes depend on the weather, on her health, and her mental state. However, all these factors look good together. Really good. Except for the pimples, perhaps. And the wrinkles, which always appear on her forehead, when she is worried, scared or disappointed.
Her eyes are those of a sociable and outgoing person. They are big, wide open and dark brown. Kindness shines out of them, like an enormous waterfall and floods your brain, your heart and even soul with a feeling of trust and relaxation. Her look will paralyze your suspicions and gloomy thoughts, no one could ever resist it. Though nobody knows if it's her true self or just a natural charm, used for attracting people. Nobody, except herself.
Personality:
*A few quotes from Janie's diaries*
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Dear diary,
I had quite a long day. And I can't do anything but admit it was a hard one. It started from waking up early and catching up on my homework, as usual. Then there was school - the land of each teenager's misery and every child's nightmare. My classmate (I would rather not use names) asked to copy my homework. Why do people always use me if they want to cheat? I had already promised to give my copybook to another classmate (Won't tell you her name, either). If I'm smart - and I am, it still doesn't mean I can do homework for everyone in class. I appreciate their respect and trust, but I am not a magician!
And it wasn't everything. After she realized she wouldn't be able to get a good grade that day, she wanted me to join her in her misery, so she called me names. Bad names. I tried not to listen, but I still heard that she was calling me a parasite, a ... khm... umm... erm... I don't know how to express it politely. Then she started saying I was using everyone to be popular and only giving my homework to those, whose attention I need to get. I'm not popular! Maybe I am no outsider, yes. But my popularity is about medium level and I can't see if anything is wrong with it. I just don't want to be stuck in my inner shell and love talking to people.
And my beauty is also my own business, along with my figure and face drawing a few boy's attention. I never asked for this and her jealousy is her own problem. I just told her something like: "I think you're being slightly unreasonable". Sometimes being sweet and caring takes a lot of effort. I think I might get a little bitchy from time to time, but it only happens when I prank someone for a bit of a good laugh or when somebody tries to ask me out (It totally makes me mad. They just like me because I have "cool" reputation, not because of who I truly am. They never even bother to speak to me much).
History:
*Another quote*
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I wish I didn't grow into a teenager. Everything seems so much more complicated, than it did before... I have to freeze in the Reaping every year and I have two more years of nightmares to survive. My stepmother is sick and is probably going to die soon just like my real mom, whom I don't even remember. My two sisters envy me every day and want to look like me. Ohhhhh... I'm so tired of this sometimes! Though life is a pretty good thing in general. And I wouldn't want to waste a single moment of it.
I wish I didn't grow into a teenager. Everything seems so much more complicated, than it did before... I have to freeze in the Reaping every year and I have two more years of nightmares to survive. My stepmother is sick and is probably going to die soon just like my real mom, whom I don't even remember. My two sisters envy me every day and want to look like me. Ohhhhh... I'm so tired of this sometimes! Though life is a pretty good thing in general. And I wouldn't want to waste a single moment of it.
When I was a child, life was easier though. It was easier for everyone, obviously. At least we didn't have to pay any attention to the Reaping. Or worry about my chances of being reaped. What a wonderful time! When I was a very little kid, my father had just got married for the second time and my new mum used to play with me a lot. It was really amusing, because she has always been inventive and hilarious. My father married her a year after my mother's death, maybe because she had always been one of his best friends, and maybe because he needed someone to look after me and do the cooking.
Dad didn't take part in those games, though. He has always been a bit cold and distant towards me, because my birthmother died right after I was born. Yeah, a usual story. He knows I'm totally innocent and still feels like I killed her or something. He really loved her and I don't blame him. In a short while, my sisters were born (they are twins) and the first thing they did after coming into this world was consuming my both parent's love, therefore there was not much of it left for me. But I grew up, went to school and started finding pleasure in a lot of other things, like meeting new people and building relationships with them... So I'm happy, I guess. At least, now I'm quite pleased with my life. And if my stepmum recovers soon, I will have nothing more to desire. It's all nearly as perfect as it could possibly be.
Other: Janice is quite fond of her diary and there is no such day, when she doesn't make any notes there. One thing she is afraid of the most is that somebody can find and read it.
Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton
Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton
