Talullah Poseidon -{District Ten}

Brown with natural streaks of ginger. That is basically my hair colour. There are even a few strands of blonde mixed in my ginger hair. My hair flows in waves down until it, barley noticeably, flickers upwards. The part where my hair splits is directly above my left eye, so it covers my right eye. It has a small gap at the part, then closes together in a mix of ginger, brown and dirty blonde.

My eyebrows are the same colour as my hair execpt, a shade lighter. They are thicker around the inwards and get lighter and thinner heading to the out. They are arched so that they are almost straight. Like a small bump in the road. My eyelashes are black, like anyone elses, but they have a sort of vague orange/ginger to them. My eyelashes get darker towards to point where they point outwards. They, also, get longer but, not that they look straight. There is still a curve to them.

My left eye is mysterious and deceptive. It is the colour of a clear, blue-green ocean. There are light crystal ice blue streaks, like fireworks before they burst in the sky, shooting away from my pupil. My pupil is raised slightly higher than the normal human pupil but, that's barely noticable. On the outer edge of my iris I have a thin, dark grey-blue circle capturing all the colour in my eyes and holding it in like a dam. My right eye is completely blind. I keep my hair over it at all times, to keep people from getting grossed out. It's a milky, cotton white. The sort of white I see when I think of the word calf.

I have full, soft, pink lips. They almost even look a bit deeper than pink. They almost look a pink-red-orange. My bottom lip is a bit larger than my top. My nose is ever so slightly crooked to the right. The bridge of my nose is slim. I have rosy high cheekbones, naturally pink. When I blush even my ears turn a darker colour of peach.

I am 5'5 and have a slim, flexible body. I am gifted in flexibility. That doesn't mean anything big, just that I'm more flexible than most. My skin isn't exactly pale, but I'm not tanned either. More of a peach. My slender shoulders have rosy sun burns almost all the time. I have long, smooth legs and gentle flowing arms. Not a lot of people expect it but I can throw quite the punch and can throw a pretty hard kick. But, I'm a bit slow in running.

During the summer, early fall and late spring, I tend to wear flimsy dresses and flats, depending on which colour of dress I have decided on. Every morning I make sure my hair is brushed until it almost looks flat. It's that or I throw my hair into a quick shoulder pony tail. During late fall, winter and early spring, I usually wear skinny jeans tucked into brown, idian looking, below the knee, boots. I have lots of jackets but I prefer to wear slightly over sized ones. It makes me feel slightly less claustrophobic. At all times I wear a gold necklace. I don't think it's real gold but it's the only thing my mother left me.

I have claustriphobia. It's so bad I struggle to do most things. I can be in a room, don't get me wrong but, let's say the room was a locked walk in closet, I would probably cry to death unless someone let me out. That's my only fear in life. Other than losing the ones I love. I am very protective about my friends and family. My only two fears in life. Being in small spaces and losing my loved ones.

I when I was born, the doctors told my dad that I had a gift in flexibility. He didn't believe it until I showed him. I can do lots of flips, bridges, splits, excetra. I can do them pretty fast as well. I trained myself to do flips and all that faster.

I'm selfish and I try to be dominant but obediant. I'm selfish, well yeah, everyones a bit selfish, but I really like things to go my way. I say I'm dominant but obediant because I tend to follow what anyone says but I like to do it like I'm king of the hill. I'm pretty gulible, too...I'm also a pretty bad liar. But, usually I try to be honest.

I'm charasmatic and friendly. I'm a laugh-a-lot but I can never seem to crack a good joke. Seriously. I laugh at almost everything. I'm very strong when it comes to injuries. Also, I was born nice. Not with disses and cruel jokes. I am a really good singer. That's what I'm told, at least. I love to sing, but I do it in private now. I don't really like singing for people. But, I have learned to play the guitar, sort of well, on my own time.

My favorite animal, or should I say animals, are dolphins and horses. Elegant, playful and joyous dolphins and graceful, fast, working together, horses. My favorite color is light blue. I love water. It's my favorite drink and it's my favorite thing to play with.

I was born early. Because of bloodloss and pain, my mother was hospitalized for, so far, the rest of her life. She's in a coma because she couldn't handle the pain of me being born so early and her being only eighteen. She hit her head seriously hard struggling.

I remember my dad crying at the edge of my bed until I went to sleep. He did that almost every night until I was five. Every week we would visit my mom, making sure she was okay. Apparently, the doctors told dad she would be like that forever.

My dad used to read me books about beautiful princesses. They were gorgeous and had everything they ever wanted. Beautiful dresses, make-up, faces, shoes, kingdoms and princes. Thats when I picked up on wearing dresses. I wanted to be like the princesses so bad and my dad told me:

The sky is the limit.

After what the doctors told him, my dresses slowed down. I didn't get anything on my birthday or holidays either. My dad kind of stopped. He stopped working like an old machine. But he was only twenty five when he started to drink.

He didn't abuse me. Not at all. Infact he ignored me. He bought me everything I wanted. No questions asked. But, no matter what I did, he wouldn't look.

"Daddy! Daddy look I'm a ballerina!"
"No, no you aren't. Stop joking with yourself."

He would brush his hand at me, not even looking up from his newspaper.

When I was eleven, my only books were the old fairy tales about pretty princesses. One day, without thinking I asked him:

"Daddy... Where's your princess?"

That's when he looked at me. I felt as if the picture I was painting blindly, with only shades of grey now had a bit of color. He really looked at me. He looked at my long, waved hair. He looked at my blue eyes. He looked at me for the first time in four years and I thought he understood.

Apparently not. He stood up, picked me up and put me in his closet. He tied a rope around the closet and told me over and over: "Think about what you said." "Don't talk to me about her." "Why do you look so much like her?"

I scratched at the door like a dog at the backdoor, trying to open it until my hands bled. That's when I realized, I had no father. I had only old memories of one. I had someone who bought me clothes. I had a blind someone who had no eyes for me. Why did my dad care so much for my mother? I can barely remember her face.

I cried. The walls were closing in on me. I had no escape. I screamed and ripped at the doors. I shreiked and cried. My dad had knocked himself out from alcohol. Probably. I freaked out for hours, straving until I curled up in the middle floor. I felt pain all over my body. Horrible pain. Especially in my eye. I scratched and scratched at my eye. I scratched and pulled my hand back. It was bloody and sticky.

Eventually my dad woke up and realized, in his drunken wake, he had locked his daughter away. He was desprate. He unlocked the closet and found me in a bloody mess. The yellow closet doors hand bloody hand prints and nail claws scratched into it. Me, huddling on the floor.

He rushed me to the hospital but, it was too late for my eye. I had scratched my eye until it was blind.

My father tried and tried to make it up to me and I told him it was okay everytime. We visit my mother now, a lot. My dad buys me anything I want. I don't ask for very much. My dad also stopped drinking. He really tries his best for me.