Pendulum Grey [Capitol]

Pendulum is something special. Well, she would be, if she lived anywhere else besides the capitol. Her eyes are a blue/green color that she loves. She's pretty small, to be honest, weighing around 109 pounds and standing at about 5'4". She's not as tall as she should be, according to some people, but she's comfortable in her heels. Which is the only way she can get any higher, without some kind of obscure bone structure surgery, which kind of sounds a little scary to her. Pendulum would much rather just wear some sky high shoes and be done with it.

Her style is, well, loud. She wears bright colors and tight jeans, and she is the perfect age to do that. Her skin is a kind of pale white color, and she doesn't want to change that. She paints her nails bright shades of orange, blue, and green daily, slightly obsessed with having them all different colors. The make up she puts on her face is just as loud, bright red lips and colorful eyeshadow and dark eyeliner. But the most prominent thing about her is her hair, which changes colors frequently. Pendulum's favorite so far is a bright shade of purple with streaks of blue and lighter purple throughout, but it won't be long until another color takes it's place.

Finally, the last thing you should know about her is her scars. Her back is covered in them, thin white ones that raise off of her skin. So you will never, ever see her wearing a backless shirt, because she hates those scars. She got them from an accident involving her unstable brother, and a knife. It isn't something she likes to talk about, at all. She would much rather forget about the whole thing. It's been about a year and a half since Pendulum has last looked at her back.

To be honest, Pendulum is a mess. She's loud- excessively loud. It is practically impossible for her to be quiet. The silence kind of freaks her out, which is why her room is always filled with music at night. Any other time, if there's nothing else to provide noise for her, then she's talking a mile a minute about anything and everything, trying to fill that silence that scares her so much. The reason that she fears silence is because it gives her the time to think about things that she doesn't want to think about, like her dead brother, or her mom and her dad's awful marriage. So there is always noise around Miss Pendulum Grey.

She likes to go out. At night, in the day, she is always somewhere doing something. A lot of the time she's at the market, buying food or listening to musicians. She can't sit still, which is a major flaw and problem for her. She hated school, because she would have to be quiet and sit down for hours upon end, which was like a living nightmare for her. She likes to move fast, and also likes technology, of all sorts and kinds. It fascinates her, even though she grew up in the Capitol. But the fact that a button or switch can control things is just amazing to her. She loves it.

Habits, she has a lot of them. She likes to try new things, and it's kind of another obsession of hers, along with the whole fashion and hair thing. If there's a new food she sees, she has to have some. If there's a new type of music, then she has to go and hear it. No matter what. It will drive her crazy unless she gets some. From time to time, she'll chew on her nails, but since she started painting them, that habit has died down by a lot. She can actually grow them out now. The last habit of hers is her compulsive flirting, which she is really, really bad about. When she's around a guy, then she automatically assumes a certain position, bats her eyelashes, twirls her hair, the whole shebang. It can be kind of embarrassing sometimes, but most of the time, she doesn't even notice she's doing it.

Pendulum grew up in the capitol. Her parents were only married because her mom got pregnant young, and her dad felt obliged. So you can see that there was no real connection between her parents from the start. But for some reason, after she was born, they decided to have another child, maybe to see if that could heal the mend, make them fall in love with each other. It didn't. Her brother, Dusty, was mentally deficient. They were never really sure what was wrong with him, but he wasn't right. He liked violence and had temper fits every week, at the least. The kid was messed up.

Growing up wasn't hard, not in the Capitol. Her parents didn't pay too much attention to her, and she didn't get into much trouble, because she had a reputation of her family to uphold. Her screwed up brother, as her father had put it, was no help. So she did well in school, even though it was hard, and kept quiet, so she wouldn't provoke anyone. Dusty, however, didn't go to school, because he might be a threat to people, and their family's good name. Mrs. Grey kept him inside.

Then one day, Dusty snapped. When Pendulum was asleep, he took his pocket knife (why their father gave him one, she will never know) and took out some pent up anger, or some sort of feeling, on her back. the cuts weren't deep, but there were so many of them that she did bleed a good amount, and cry. She'll never know why he did it, though, because soon after, he killed himself. Her parents covered it up as a train wreck, as to not damage their reputation. Seeing a pattern about her parent's cares?

Anyways, as soon as she could, Pendulum got out of that house. And you'd never know she had such a weird, dysfunctional childhood. And that's exactly what she wants to do. Because she doesn't want to let you know what happened. Any of it.