Dusk Telle [D11]

I'm a devilishly handsome young man. That's all you need to know. I have an long oval face that leads to a sort of rounded off chin, and a pale complexion that's slightly reddened but otherwise clear. Other than that, I don't look like my sister, and thank God I don't! But don't tell her I said that. I have a long, narrow nose branching out quite elegantly between two almond-shaped blue eyes that perch underneath two curved eyebrows. I've always thought that things came best in twos - I have a twin, for God's sake! Even my hair comes in twos - well, I mean, I have enough hair for two people, and that's good enough. And I've got my two lips, both a little thin, with a small silver ring on the left side of the lower one. Shh, don't tell Momma and Dad. I probably won't get a second one of those - it would look stupid, and it was really hard and kinda expensive for me to get one from some guys at school. My teeth are kinda crooked and I look pretty doofy when I smile.

Oh yeah. About my hair. Ugh, it drives me crazy sometimes! I've just got so much of it, and it's just curly and wavy wherever it feels like it and straight everywhere else. I can never do anything with it; it just does its own thing and doesn't ask me for any input. At least it's a nice color. Most people would call it red, but I say it's more of a light orange. And it's completely natural, not like the fake colors you see on the Capitolity hosts on the Hunger Games. It's not like I would have enough money to pay for that kind of stuff anyways.

I guess you want to know more about my looks than my face and hair, right? Whatever. I'm pretty tall, about 6'2" or so. Momma says she thinks I'm still growing, but I hope not. Being taller than Dawnie is cool, but I don't need to be taller than everyone in the whole freaking district. Pretty skinny, too. About 150 pounds. Dad says I'm scrawny, but Momma says I'm just "naturally thin" and I should be happy for it.

I wear pretty normal clothes for a worker in District Eleven. Thin, breathable clothes for working in the orchards. Normally it's a white tank top with denim shorts. When I'm out in the orchards I wear the olive green hats they give us to protect our faces from the sun, but with my hair tied up to keep me from getting sweaty the back of my neck gets sunburned pretty good. And my arms. And my legs. And pretty much anywhere that doesn't happen to be covered. So, yeah, some of the redness in my skin tone isn't really natural and healthy...

What, now that you know what I look like, you wanna know what I act like? Jeez, what are you, a Peacekeeper? Dad says I'm narcissistic, whatever the hell that means. Okay, Dawnie's here to tell us that means I'm in love with myself. Whatever. I guess that since I didn't know that, I'm dumb, too. At least compared to Dawnie. Not that she'd act like she's smart. Anyways, I'm not narcissistic per se. I mean, I do like myself. Who wouldn't? Especially if you're as handsome and perfect as - okay, fine, I am narcissistic. But what's so bad about that? I LIKE MYSELF. There. I said it.

Despite not knowing what "narcissistic" meant, I'm pretty intelligent. Contrary to popular belief, smartness and intelligence are not the same thing. Being smart means you know stuff. Being intelligent means you can understand things and have the ability to know a lot of things. And I'm intelligent, which means I could be smart. I just don't feel like doing all the work to get to know things. Which brings me to another point: I'm lazy as hell. Although I guess hell isn't particularly lazy. Whatever. Anyways, if there's something to be done outside of my work, you can bet I won't be doing it. What will I be doing? Lounging around. Talking to Dawnie. Maybe reading a book or two if I can get my hands on one, which isn't very easy here.

With my narcissism comes yet another personality quirk. Very much like my sister, I'm extremely vain. As girly as that sounds, I am. Is there a mirror or some glass somewhere? You can bet I'm looking at my reflection. I spend even longer than Dawnie getting ready for school, because it takes so long to brush my hair and even longer to make it look right, let alone make sure there are no blemishes showing and there's nothing stuck in between my teeth and my clothes look aren't wrinkled and they have no stains and... well, I guess you get the point. I won't bother you anymore about that.

Aaand finally, the only other thing thing my Dawnie and I have in common. I really, really don't like being around other people. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Whaaat?!? But you're, like, so popular, and you have so many friends, and, like..." Oh my God, I know. But I just do that because that's what people want. They like people who are outgoing and popular like me. But I'm not outgoing. I'm just really good at faking. I act like I'm enjoying all the attention and all the talking and all that stuff, but I'm just trying to get through the day until I get to work. The only person I really like being with is Dawnie, and I think she's the same way.

I'm not actually any good at telling stories, so I'm gonna let Dawnie take over here. Dawnie?

Dawn. My name's Dawn Telle, Mr. Dusk Telle's twin sister. Obviously not identical, if that were even possible with the separate genders. So, as you know, Dusk and I are twins. He's a little older than me, but just by a little. We were the normal twins at first. Best friends, even though we're not anything like each other. Okay, a little bit. But barely. Our parents treated us as normally and equally as they could as first-time parents. Until my accident, that is. Once our parents figured out that I wasn't normal anymore, they all but abandoned Dusk. While I got all the attention, he was pretty much left to his own devices.

So he started goofing off. Skipped school sometimes. Skipped work occasionally once he started working. Got that piercing at God knows where when he was 14. Shoplifted a couple of times. But that was before... well, before what happened to me. Once I got, you know, raped, and I had the... uh... yeah, you know, I guess he realized that his actions have consequences. Not that the whole thing was really his fault, but I guess he kinda thought it was. Anyways, he stopped all that. Not that he's a perfect angel now, but he doesn't do anything illegal and is pretty nice most of the time. But he still wears that stupid lip ring, just not around our parents. Whatever. To each his own.

Finally, one last thing. Dusk won't tell anyone but me, so you can't tell anyone either, but Dusk's biggest dream? He wants to get into the Hunger Games. And win, of course. Now, actually getting into the Hunger Games is hard enough, but actually winning when you're in this district? You've got a really small chance of doing that. I guess he wants the adventure and all the blood and gore, because he'd certainly not be in it for the fame and glory. Again, to each his own. I personally am crossing my fingers that he doesn't get reaped. I'd be alone for however long he was in the Games, and you all know I wouldn't like that. And don't tell Dusk I'm saying this, but I don't think he'd last long. Not only is he that good of a fighter - trust me, he tried to beat up Tylerson after all that happened - but we live in freaking District Eleven! We'd have practically no sponsors, and what we would would only give us little gifts, and there hasn't been an Eleven winner in years, and - well, you get it. He wouldn't win. So, no matter how much he wants to get in, I don't want him to...

FC is Travis Clark