Fiona Levan; District Three

Fiona Levan; District Three Dec 30, 2010 0:49:29 GMT -5

Post by Marisa on Dec 30, 2010 0:49:29 GMT -5

Name: Fiona Levan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 3
Appearance:

Fiona has orange-red hair that curls around her round face and falls just above her ribcage. Parted in the middle and naturally straight, her hair isn’t hard to tame. Fiona has somewhat of a baby face. The skin is soft and pale and her small chin and big cheeks create a round face. Fiona’s almond-shaped eyes are hazel and framed my dark, thick eyelashes.

Though her hair brings low-maintenance, it also accentuates her large forehead, which is covered in freckles. Actually, all of Fiona’s face is covered in freckles, but they’re mostly prominent on her forehead and on the apples of her cheeks. Fiona has a long, pointed nose and full, pink, chapped lips. No matter the weather, Fiona’s lips always seem to be dry or chapped.

She stands at a tall 5’8. She has long, thin legs, and long, gangly arms. She often feels like a giant in her own body, an awkward giant. Fiona still seems to have a little baby fat on her arms and thighs, giving her lanky body a roundness that doesn’t fit her form well. Her whole body is pale, extremely pale with the exception of her splotches of light brown freckles on her upper arms and chest.

Fiona isn’t one for wearing bright colors. She doesn’t like the attention. Usually she wears warm, sometimes bland, colors: brown, yellow, beige, and the occasional light orange. She usually wears clothes one size too big for her, hoping that she can hide her body. On the few days she feels pretty, she usually wears clothes that fit her form, but in layers.

[/color][/blockquote]Personality:

Fiona grew up a lively little girl. A smile was almost always spread across her round face. Being of upper-middle class, Fiona’s mother never saw a problem in indulging her only daughter once and a while. Her mother did everything in her power to make sure Fiona didn’t feel the absence of her father at every moment. But her mother was smart, making sure not to turn Fiona spoiled.

While Fiona wasn’t spoiled or babied too much, she still took it upon herself to be the center of attention. When she was fourteen, as she started to grow into her looks, she couldn’t help but be a little conceited. At such a young age, she was not afraid to go to her mom’s shop and flirt with the older boys. She wasn’t afraid to make new friends.

When Declan did take advantage of her on that night, though, Fiona’s confidence dwindled down to nothing. Her once appreciated round features, that brought more of a womanly look to such a young girl, only brought Fiona grief. She started to wear baggy clothes so that men, like Declan, couldn’t see her, and so she, herself, didn’t have to face her own body.

Fiona has turned into a very quiet girl. Since she doesn’t have too many close friends, nor does she go out and try to make new ones, she doesn’t really have a reason to talk much anyway. The times that she does feel comfortable enough to talk, though, high-pitched, uncomfortable run-on sentences escape her lips. Though she doesn't try, she sounds downright silly when she talks, especially when she's under pressure. She tries to put on a tough exterior with the use of sarcasm, but deep down she's still a fourteen year old girl. Rushing, anxious, and socially awkward.

She hates to be touched. Even if it’s just a tap on the shoulder, she hates it. With every touch that somebody gives her, it feels like her skin is burning. She flinches every time, though she rarely says anything about it.

Fiona’s favorite place in the world is the district’s park. Though the park isn’t taken care of, nor does it have any type of slide or things to play one, it’s gorgeous to her. The breeze is heavy in the park and when it blows through the trees, it’s like music to Fiona’s ears. She can spend hours just lying in the grass of the park, alone, looking up at the sky and be content.

[/color][/blockquote]History:

Fiona is the daughter of Amelia Levan and Rory Levan. When Fiona was just six months old, her father was killed by a Peacekeeper. From what Fiona is told, Rory had attempted to stop the whipping of a thirteen year old boy. The boy was caught stealing bread; he was part of one of the lower class families here. He lived with his single mother who could only work part-time in one of the lowest paying jobs at the factory. He was fairly well known in this part of the district because of this.

After witnessing the whip hit the boy at least twenty times, Rory tried to calmly stop the Peacekeeper. He knew that obnoxiously disrupting the procession wouldn’t help. But even walking up to the Peacekeeper and firmly telling him that enough was enough got him a shot directly in the forehead.

For all Fiona knew, though, that could have all been a lie her mother told her. Something to give her father a good name. She would never know, but she didn’t have any doubts about the story. From that moment, it was Fiona and her mother all the time. Her mother was very protective of her, careful not to lose another loved one. Luckily, too, that her mother ran her own general shop and was able to support them both.

When Fiona was just fourteen, her mother started dating again. She started seeing this man, a Peacekeeper, Declan. How could her mother ever be involved with a Peacekeeper? The same scum that murdered her husband. The father of her child. Fiona was disgusted, but knew that guy must be and upstanding guy if her mom looked over the fact that he was a Peacekeeper. Fiona trusted her mother’s decisions.

When she saw them together, she felt sick. Even though she tried to trust her mother’s choice, she felt like something was wrong. Declan didn’t treat her mother correctly, talk to her correctly, look at her correctly. And through her mother’s fake smiles, Fiona saw fear. She tried to ask what was wrong, but her mother refused to acknowledge that something was off.

One night, only three months after they started seeing each other, the man came into Fiona’s room. She pulled the sheets up to her chin, hoping that would keep him away like it kept the monsters away when she was younger. Declan sat down on the bed and placed his strong hand on Fiona’s upper thigh. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said in a gravelly whisper.

Fiona opened her mouth to say something, say anything, to scream, but nothing came out. He leaned forward, his large body pressing down on her, and gave her a kiss on the lips. His breath smelled of alcohol and garlic. When he pulled away, Fiona finally felt strength come back to her and she pushed her hands against his chest. She pushed him away as hard as she could, but he was at least four times her size, and he only backed up a little.

She opened her mouth to shout and a loud shriek escaped her lips for only a millisecond before Declan shoved his meaty hand against her mouth. “Now, you hush little girl. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your mommy, would you? You don’t want her shop to be closed, do you? Or for her to die like your dad did, right? ” he threatened.

The baby talk was making Fiona even more nauseous, it made the whole thing even sicker on a whole other level. She contemplated biting him, screaming, but she knew the type of power that Peacekeepers had. She couldn’t bring herself to risk it. When he finally got under the sheets, into her nightgown, she let out another cry. A plea. At this point, Declan was tired of his version of sweet talk and shouted “Shut up, bitch! ” as his large hands held her down. One placed firmly against her mouth, and one holding down both of her small hands.

Fiona has never told her mom of what happened; she hasn’t told anyone. After that night Declan broke up with Fiona’s mother and she acted as if she had won. She had gotten rid of him once and for all and everything turned out okay. Amelia never found out that Declan was the one to win. He got what he wanted.

Fiona now works in her mom’s shop, a general store selling common necessities like butter and sugar. Working behind the counter forced to serve everyone. Teenage boys that try to get a cheap grab at her now fully developed feminine body. Peacekeepers. Even, Declan, who just smiles and winks at her.

Fiona doesn’t have many friends and when she finally does meet someone she likes, something goes wrong. She doesn’t trust anyone, which, more often than not, ends many of her small friendships. Somehow she finds some way of pushing people away. She can’t even trust her mother anymore. After all, she was the one to let Declan into her house in the first place.