James DiCaprio [D6]

My mother is Caucasian, and my father is African American, giving me a tanned skin tone. I don't burn, just get darker in color. My parents both have colored eyes; my mother having pure blue, while my father has pure green, giving me a mixture of blue and green. Growing up I was short, but thanks to puberty, I sprouted a few inches. I'm 5-foot-6, with an athletic, but slender build. I use to be over-weight, but lost a a lot of weight, giving me the slender look.

Being mixed, my hair is really good. The color of my hair, is a dark-brown always mistaken as black. My hair is short, and barely goes past my forehead. A year ago, defending my little brother, I got into a altercation giving me a scar that stretches across my left breast. I went into surgery after a really bad stomach issue, and it left me permanent scars, that appear on both my stomach and chest. You will never see me with my shirt off. I have muscles, but I'm definitely not ripped-- Just athletic.

I'm extremely out-going. I love to hang out with friends', and people I've never met. I'll be the one to laugh first, and the one to laugh last. I'm very sarcastic, and people mistake that as rudeness. I have a dry-humor, so I'll make jokes about you and not mean it (sometimes). I can be rude. Extremely rude. I'm very intelligent, and I rely on that big-time. B's disgust me, and A's are great. I am confident in my looks, and don't think of myself as ugly, because I'm not. I look good. Yes I'm conceited, oh well.

If I don't like you, I'll tell you. I'm blunt, and believe that lying to a person isn't worth your time. Words, nor fist do not scare me. Tell me off, punch me- I'll get you 10x harder. I don't kill with kindness, I kill with words. Anger does sometimes get the best of me, and I know that can be bad. I'm an angry-smart, and won't come at you, until the moment is right. Just don't mess with me, because I am a fighter. Cuts and bruises heal. Very competitive, and losing makes me want to rip mountains apart.

I guess some flaws I have, is body image. I care way too much about body image, and that gets me depressed. I put up a fake smile, and it wears me out. I use people (mostly girls) to make me feel good. If people like me, then I'm great. Image, image, image. Family means a lot to me. Along with friends'. You mess with them, I break your spine. Pretty fair, I know.

Growing up in District 6, wasn't hard at all. I have an easy life, and I can't complain. I have four siblings. One brother, age 9, three sisters: 2, 10, and 18. At the age of five, my parents divorced, and my dad re-married at the age of nine. Growing up, I got what I wanted. My parents/mom weren't poor at all, but not amazingly-rich. My mother is an executive-chemist at the biggest medicine firm in District 6.

My brother and I were never sick, because we always had the best medicines available, because we could afford it. Once my parents divorced, my relationship with my father spiraled down. We never spoke, and rarely even thought about each other. Once I got older, we became closer, because we had more to talk about. My relationship with my step-mom isn't that great, because she is cruel and vindictive. She'd be great in the Hunger Games... just kidding.

Even though my district is medicine and such, I was one of few, that never got into it. Now, I'm living great, and problems don't come my way. I love my life, and everyone in it (expect a few...).