Post by crazyhairday on Jan 15, 2018 20:12:29 GMT -5
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Digit Lovelace-Turing
"Diggy"
Female | District 3 | Aged 16
Appearance-
There's not much to say to describe my physical appearance, really. I'm average. Just average. I'm not abnormally beautiful like some of the capitol women I see on television, but I'm also not noticeably ugly. Don't get me wrong, I'm not insecure. I'm not deprecating my looks or anything, I’m just not falsely glorifying the way I look. I personally see my average appearance a good thing, because I don't stand out from the crowd. As much as I dislike going along with the brainwashed automatons, I appreciate the fact that I don't stand out. It would be quite unfortunate if I happened to draw attention to myself, especially since I'm kind of a rebellious spirit.
I happen to possess long, wavy, brown hair that reaches about the middle of my back when it is down. I usually keep it up in a high ponytail, as this style is the most practical. It keeps the hair out of my face. My skin tone is usually a warm tone, ranging from around a honey tone to a caramel tone depending on how long I've been outside. I do tan quite easily. My face is kind of in the middle of round and oval. I am a relatively skinny girl, but still closer to average. I stand at about 5'5" and weigh about 115 lbs. My body is covered in a few scars from cuts and burns as well. Because of all my scars, I am quite tolerant to pain. That doesn’t necessarily make me strong, though.
I’m not a very formal person overall, but you could say that I clean up well. I’m usually seen wearing a black jumpsuit, as this is the common attire that I’m supposed to wear whenever I’m working. If I’m not working, I’m seen wearing the average District 3 outfit. Some may say I’m tomboyish, as I do tend to dress masculine. I’m not really a girly person, so I only ever wear something such as a skirt or a dress during special events. That event would have to be very special though, because It’s very hard to get me in a dress or skirt. If that’s the case, I do tend to look quite nice.
Personality-
The first thing that usually comes to a person’s mind when they first meet me is probably, “Wow, who is she?” Unfortunately, that doesn’t usually have positive connotation. Instead of it being a, “woah, I would like to get to know her” type of “who is she,” It’s more of a “Who does she think she is?” I’m kind of well known at school. My hard work and determination have earned me many academic awards, earning me a name; however, I happen to have a pretty big head because of it. My ego has made me a very sassy and sarcastic person. A lot of people want to fight me as well, so I try my best to appear tough so I won’t have any issues.
Beyond my hard demeanor, I do happen to have a big heart. If you could take the time to get to know me, I’m actually a pretty kind and chill person. I’m also quite protective over anyone, really. I just don’t like seeing people get hurt, unless this particular person hurt me in the past. If I were to ever get reaped for the Hunger Games, I don’t think I would be able to win. I couldn’t bring myself to harm anyone at all.
The only way I could possibly have a chance of winning the hunger games is if everyone else dies of natural causes. Like others in my district, I am a very intelligent and resourceful person. I’m pretty good strategically as well. My physical and emotional strength may not all be there, but my mental strength will beat other people out so quickly. It is my brain that will help me to not die.
History-
I grew up in a relatively good home. My district isn’t necessarily one of the richer districts, but it definitely isn’t too poor either. My household consisted of my two parents, my older brother, Kilo, and of course, me, Diggy. My mother is a mechanic and my father was an inventor. My brother was only two years older than me.We lived in a relatively nice neighborhood and the four of us got along quite well. I guess you could say life was pretty good for the first part of my life.
Kilo was my best friend and probably the most important person in my life. In fact, he was the one who gave me the nickname of Diggy. He had accidentally pronounced my name as “Dig-it” rather than “Dijit” and Diggy kind of stuck from there. Kilo was a very weird kid, but he was quite friendly. He was the person who taught me how to love other people, as much as I didn’t want to. Some people think I’m a b*tch now, they should’ve seen me in primary school, before my brother taught me how to be nicer.
My father was probably the coolest guy I’ve ever known. He was a very intelligent man. Very rebellious, very free-spirited. He taught my brother and me about the intense amounts of propaganda and lies that the Capitol spreads. He taught us history and expanded our knowledge and understanding of how the world should be. My father is the reason I’m so rebellious, but smart about my thoughts. Without my father, I’d probably be a brain-dead robot like everyone else. That’s why I really, really miss him.
Part of me likes to think that he didn’t leave, he just disappeared, but another part of me is just saying that I’m being dramatic and denial is just a part of grief. I feel like I actually know the real reason why Dad left, but I choose to ignore it in order to maintain my emotional well-being. I say I don’t know why my dad left or even if he did leave, but in reality, I know exactly why. He left because of what happened to my brother. It was the capitol's torment that lead my dad to abandon my family. I don't know what happened to him or where he went, I just know that he's gone.
When I was ten, my older brother died. He attempted to tip a peacekeeper’s jeep with his friends as a small, dumb act of rebellion, but he was shot before he got the chance to. His friends fled, leaving him to die. He was only 12. Every day I still wonder what my life would be like if I still had my older brother with me, living and breathing. He’d be 18. He’d probably still be the unique, friendly, and lively kid he was before his death. He was only twelve, twelve. He didn’t know any better. He didn’t know that if he simply fought for his rights, he would lose his life. Before that, my father always spoke about how he was going to run away and take us kids with him, but he would wait until we were older and a lot more knowledgeable. Something about the event happened to trigger him into leaving without warning. He didn't take me with him.
At the moment, my mother is the most important person in my life. Ever since my brother died and my dad left, it’s only been the two of us. Widowed, my mother was left to take care of me by herself. Luckily, I was smart enough to take care of myself, so I was less stressful to her. When I turned twelve, I began to work with her as a mechanic, even though I am a lot more interested in inventing. Because of everything that has happened, my mother have I have grown to be quite close and very supportive of each other. She even taught me how to use a knife for practical purposes, which has become helpful in the shop sometimes.
I don't necessarily like my life, but I’m not going to complain. I could have it worse.
~Diggy
