Nyx, a Capitol Girl

Name: Nyx
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: The Capitol

Appearance:
Long, thick white hair threaded through with platinum, silver, and gold. Thick, fluffy bangs that shade her eyes and fall past her chin. She likes to braid small, random plaits in her hair that she usually leaves forever. Pale skin with purple vine-and-thorn tattoos curling down each arm and framing her face. Violet eyes she had enlarged and imbedded with chips of diamond.

Slim build and a little on the tall side, which she extenuates by wearing outrageously tall heels. Very little curves, no hips and a fairly flat chest. Has very slender fingers with nails that she had had permanently died a stunning neon blue. Usually wears a lot of makeup, and dresses that match the colors in her hair.


Personality:
Sly and manipulative, Nyx likes to make everyone fall in love with her before dumping them cold on the street. She never wants for friends, however, because every party seems to offer up a host of new boys and girls ready for a good time. Doesn't like to form personal attachments with people.

Lazy with a streak of cold determination, Nyx has a cynical side she hides with the fluttery playgirl attitude of the Capitol. She likes to playfully insult people, a snide comment here and there about their clothes or hair. She has a kind side that she doesn't show much now that her parents are non-existent.

Has a huge vain streak. Spends hours preening before she feels ready to be seen. She likes to be wanted and spends extra time making sure she'll be appealing to anyone who sees her. Has a fetish for shoes and makeup and will buy exorbitant amounts of both.






History:
Grew up touring the Districs with her father, who was the Director of a few Peacekeeper groups. Her favorites were District's One and Two, because all the other ones seemed to really hate her and her father. Her dad never let her leave the train, so she had to be content with looking out every possible window she could. She always longed to see more of the Districts.

One day, when she was around fifteen, she saw a boy in District Twelve board the train and hide in a closet. She didn't tell anyone, but a few months later she found him an Avox in one of her friend's home. She cannot help but feel a strange pull to him, but decides to ignore it. Her mother has recently died, and her father has spiraled into a depression that not even the bubbly non-stop fun of the Capitol can break.

Nyx, motherless and with a useless father, is starting to fall into a dizzying pattern of a morphing addiction. Her life is a constant blur of motion and dazzling parties--not to mention the wicked high of morphing. Will she be able to break the habit? Or sink deeper as the 56th Hunger Games approaches?


Codeword: muttations

Comments/Other:

Nyx means "white-haired" in Latin