Re: Lela Eleanora Adaliz {D2} Done!

Why hello there. My name is Lela Eleanora Adaliz, but only my horridly fussy mother calls me that. Call me Lel, or even Lela, as long as it is not Lela Eleanora I mean, how tacky is that? So I guess I should explain where I live and all that shit. Well, I live in District two, so I guess you could say I was "built to be tough" Yeah, totally. Turns out I was such a failure to my Mother that I apparently needed to be apprentinced to a shoemaker. You've heard it right. A shoemaker... Quite dumb, if you ask me. But it's better than sweating your ass off to get nowhere but death, right? I was apprentinced two years ago, when I was fifteen. Basically, when my Mothers dissapointment set in. Oh, and if you haven't figured it out yet (which I really hope you're not that painstakingly stupid) I am a girl.

Mirror says....

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So I guess my most noticable feature is probably my hair. It's this medium brown color that I like to describe as "milk chocolate" Yeah, right. The cut of my hair is rather sloppy, which explains when my younger sister took a few cuts at my hair when she got mad at me one day.... I liked how it turned out, so I cut myself some floppy bangs that went over my eyes and it turned out to be the hair style that I enjoy. My hair is rather oily, so usually the choppy layers I have fall into unorganized clumps.

My skin tone and facial features are fairly noticable things about me as well. My skin tone could be described as pasty, though I perfer the term pale. During the summer, my skin gets small sprays of freckles across my cheeks and nose. Other than that, my skin tone is relativley even, though the occasional pimple forms along my hairline and chin. I guess I have a rather large and wide forehead, something I don't appreciate much in my appearance (gee, thanks Dad.) My eyes are not exactly what some people would classify as beautiful, nor would they call them ugly. They are kind-of subpar eye. They are big, but the color counteracts this. The color is something of an odd shade between brown and green that I find utterly repulsive. My nose is following, something that I have been told was straight... though it has a fairly unflattering flair to it. Then theres my lips, something I do like about my appearance. They're rounded and slightly pink.

My height is rather short, since I only stand at 5' 2''. Some people tend to make comments about this (No, I'm not blaming my Mother on this at all.) And my weight; from last measurment was 102 lbs. According to a BMI calculator; this gives me a Body Mass Index of 19.92. Or, completley average in weight. The clothing that I wear on this frame is usually something along the lines of a tee shirt or a tank top accompanied by a scarf. I tend to perfer jeans over other clothing items, but I do enjoy wearing skirts at times. My shoe of choice is usually a white pair of strapped high heels I have. I rarely wear them, but they are something I enjoy wearing.

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My Mother claims that there is something wrong with me. There's not though, I'm just not a cookie-cutter district two kid. I don't like causing physical harm to anyone; nor am I a pushover who has to be babied. Hell, I look down to those pansies. So, I guess you could call me opinionated. Yeah, thats a good way to put it. I do tend to make quick descions about what I think people are, and label them mentally to my own accord. Being opinionated is a good and a bad thing; I guess. It can get you friends while at the same time, give you enemies and people who are all irritated because of the opinions I have and clearly state. Honestly, I don't see this frame of mind, because opinionated people are the type of people that I enjoy.

I've also been told that I am a little too loud for my own good. Always speaking my mind and running my mouth without thinking. Usually, this turns into something of a mess. I mean, it's not my fault I blurt whatever comes to my mind at the time. It usually gets me into situations that I'd rather not be in, which is when I bring out my next defense: Sarcasm. Oh, sarcasm is probably one of my favorite things about me. It makes me chuckle when I use the slurred tone in my voice, and honestly, I feel like sometimes they just don't get it. Sure, I might take the sarcasm thing to a bit of an extreme, and people mistake it for more of a seriousness, but still. It's sarcasm people, if you don't like it, don't listen to it.

The kind-of sad thing is that I genuinley like people. Honestly, I do like talking to people and socializing. Just because I don't fit into the hostile mind-set of the rest of the district dosen't mean that I hate them. More so the opposite. I do like the people in my district, though they might find me to be a bit more of a pansy than the rest of them, working in a shoemaker's shop. But when people consider me weak, I tend to take more pity on them than hate them. I guess it's just my nature, to not hate people. Sure, there are people that I tolerate more than others; but rarely do I hate people.

Some people think I am a leader. Usually, I shrug this fact off, though I do think that I do have leadership capabilities. Sure, I may not be the "always reliable" but I do know how to pull a group together and make sure that everyone does their job like they are supposted to. Some people call the "get-it-done" attitude pushy, but I like to think of it as more of a "if you get it done, you can screw around" type of thing. And I wonder why people think I'm a slacker.

Another trait about myself that might intrest you is that fact that I am pretty creative. Sure, I might not like cutting shoes and stuff (It gets repetitive, and I don't like doing the same thing over and over again) but I do like to design the shoes that I cut. Usually, the supervisor sets the shoes to the side and gives me a snide look before telling me to get more "pratical" with my shoe designs. She let me keep a pair before though, so I guess that she must not be that much of a cheapskate.

My life says....

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I was born on March 19th. My parents, Melissa and Derek, were two average people. Dad was a career tribute who didn't get reaped (he said that he was supposted to be reaped when he was eighteen, but the kid didn't step down for some reason.) And Mother was the typical pink-dress-wearing-stalker-of-careers who just happened to have pretty blonde hair. Yeah, the perfect-couple syndrome. It makes me feel close to vomiting, but continuing on.

I was a pretty docile baby, I guess. Mother say's its one of the only times that I was actually up to her expectations. Yeah, Mother, the warm-and-snuggly type. I guess her satisfaction with me was pretty limited after I turned two and my family gained a member; my sister Penelope. Penelope was a much cuter child than I was, and seemed to be even more docile than I was. And with that, my sister was taken up as my Mother's "Turn-her-into-a-career" project.

During this whole process, Dad was kind of off in his own little world. He didn't really seem to care what my Mom did with my sister and I. He floated under my Mothers radar, making sure that he was kind-of safe from her obsessive compulsive need to make the model district two family. With two career tributes and all the glory that came with it.

I guess that my Mother didn't totally stop with the career thing until I turned fifteen and couldn't wield a spear without nearly falling over backward. Of course, this was when my Mother finally caught on to the fact that I wasn't worth the effort. That's when she finally threw her hands down in frustration, gave my (much more career-like) sister all the praise possible and decided to have me have her second-choice as a career. She wanted me to be a shoe-maker, so she called up her long-time friend and demanded that I was going to be taught how to make shoes correctly. Oh, goody.

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FC: Sierra Kustenberg
Codeword: odair

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