Dolly Redici District 7 (finished!)

Who Am I other than the ghastly wave
From the wings of a lonely butterfly
Losing it’s direction for the nectar of life.

In one word, she can be descibed as stunning. As a generalization, actually. She is considered to be gourgeous by some, by others, more of a death-defying type of look. Like her antiquity could cause her to keel over, just because of how old fashioned she looks.

Starting at the feet, I would believe. Her skin, which is pale and fragile enough to cover the rest of her body. Each of her normal sized toes extend to a dainty length. She has a roman toe, that isnt quite that long, but is noticable. Her toenails are usually painted a clear coat color. Dollys toenails are not overly long, but they are long enough to get a good scratch on her brother.

Her legs come next in the body that dwells in her, pale and slim, just as pale and cold looking as her feet. Her legs are relativley free of hair, probably due to the carefulness she takes as she preforms her personal grooming habits. Her calves are thin, and so are her thighs. She dosent look sculpted, like alot of the people do. She looks more, simply trim.

Her hips are medium sized, and make a cicle around her body. They lead up to a relativley flat stomach, one with no scarring, or mishaps. She enjoys this part of her appearance, which is greatly valued by her.

Her chest is normally sized, if a little smaller than average. Not to go into deep detail, though.

A slim neck leads up to one of the most graceful faces you could find.

Her lips, starting, are a musky rose color, medium sized and usually set into a slight pucker. This appears to make her look more sour than she actually is, but it only is because it is habit.

Her nose is a slim nose, one that has a slightly pointed tip. The bridge of her nose is relativley long, creating an indentation between her mouth and nose.

Next comes her eyes. Almond shaped in quality, and the color of a light sage green. They are almost jade like, sitting there like cold, hard stones. They are framed by white eye whites, and thick, adoring black lashes. Above them, sits a pair of black eyebrows. They are arched in such a way to make her eyes appear even more elusive.

Her hair, now. Her hair is one of the things she takes most pride in. A chestnut color that glistens when she flips it. With russety highlights that send glimmers around the room as she walks. It is cut with bangs, in one of the most high fashion ways she can muster with her own sissciors. It stays where it is to, and it is thick hair. A thick, heavy strand she usually uses to craft her hair into its variations.

Her clothes usually consist of modified jackets that she takes pride in. A green trench coat, brown pants and boots usually consist of her favorite looking things.

But, if you look closely, some bad things may appear. A scowl that is written on her face, how her lips are uneven to each side, her ears are larger than expected.

Her arms are two different shades of color. Freckled looking, but its a deficiency in pigment. Alot of her skin is the same color, but on her arms, it is sprinkled, changing in color.

Then we have her stupid chin. She hates it. Rounded, clefted, slightly demented looking (in her opinion) it has a slight indentation, and it just sticks out there, like nothing else. She despises it, very much.

To descibe Dolly's personality in one word would be like trying to describe the Mona Lisa's smile in a sentence. Its possible, but very challanging. But, the word picked for her personality would probably be extravegant. Perhaps that covers her taste levels, but not quite the main focal point of her life. So, lets just skip the one word desciption, because brains are scrambled.... wait. Multifaceted. Dolly is multifaceted.

Lets start with what personality that is directly infront of you. Cruel. Her cruelty runs to the bone, deeper than you can think. She has no shame in lashing out, being mean or even physically or mentally abusing anyone. She is simply one of the meaner creatures you can find lurking in her district, watching from the secretive corners of the house.

But, the one person she likes to torture most is her twin brother. She loves to torment him in any way possible. She will use her wooden whip and lash him, dress up as gold to scare him, or even torment him by whispering words in the dark. Utterly evil, sometimes she will make her way into the crevices of the bedroom, whispering words that always sound possessed, demonic and twisted in their own, horrible, wretched way.

She is also very cunning. She has a mind that spits out ideas quickly, and most of the time ones that are accurate. She usually maps out her plans to torment her brother on pieces of paper, printing them out mentally, then following whichever path to destruction sounds most fun. Usually, though, it involves breaking down of her brother, inside or out.

Dramatic in every crevice possible, she is very elaborative of
her gestures and movements, making her productions of torture even more... horrible. She shifts between scenes, loudly declaring her hatred of the person she is slashing, or just how they love to hear their voices screaming for mercy. Oh, how much she loves utter pain of her victims.

But, she also has some form of irrational fear within herself. Catoptrophobia. She has the fear of mirrors. Why? Well, its because she is afraid that her appearance might shift, looked disorted by a funhouse mirror. She takes upmost pride in her appearance, so any flaw is smashed. She likes cameras more than mirrors, so she usually takes a picture of herself in the camera, instead of using a mirror. Most people dont see a difference between the two, but apparently she does.

Even though she is an abusive girl, she is quite the, eh, how do we say this classily? She loves her men, and jumps from them quite often. Some would call her a slut, others would call her unreliable. But either way, lets just say... she loves her men. Lots more than just her friends, people who arn't related to her. This COULD involve her brother, you may never know. (And honestly, yes, it does involve her brother)

It started on October 22. Two children were born to a completley normal district 7 couple. A lumberjack and a seamstress. Now, as we imagine the beautiful children sitting in a cradle, one boy and one girl.

Dolly. That was her name. Because of the big eyes that were on her clear and pale skin. Thus, that was what she was deemed. Dolly Irisa Redici.

At age of two, her and her brother began to explore the house. The world was open. They learned to cut down trees with little axes.

But, she noticed something. She hated her brother when he did things, but as he grew, he became more and more attractive, as she was as well.

Out of hate, Dolly tormented her brother. She would take a wooden whip or an axe and give him painful but not noticable marks. Scars formed, and she was pleased. But, she also felt a deep lulling.

She loved her brother on more than just a brother-sister way. She felt more of an impulse towards him. So she siezed him and it went from there.

Taboo, but its how the cookie crumbles for Dolly. Living a taboo lifestyle.

Having a sexual relationship with her brother, all the while torturing him by being his fears, showing his wounds, physically, mentally, verbally.

She simply abused him.