Mae Kills, District 1

Name: Mae Kills
It's pronounced May. It means "pearl" according to Mother but Father insists it means "obstinacy, rebelliousness".
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

I seem quite innoccent with my petite size and girlish good looks. My eyes are wide, clear and blue, subject of many boy's ravings and poems. They manage to make me look vunerable somehow. Although it may also be my heart shaped face and lips that make me look this way. Freckles dot my slightly upturned nose on my otherwise flawless pale skin. My cheeks seem to be permanently reddened. My lips crack easily therefore I must constantly carry lip balm.

My mother's thick golden mane was passed on to me. My parents both have straight hair but mine curls at the ends. I find this very suspicious. This also makes brushing it a nearly impossible task that I attempt only on special days. Usually I just pull it away from my face with a bobby pin and let the rest cascade downward.

Even I'll admit that I have a pretty face, which is a good thing because I have the body of a twelve year old boy. No curves whatsoever. Even though boys don't seem to let this stop them from chasing me, it bothers me more than I care to admit. My face is the only thing that has saved me from the wrath that is my mother. She was hoping to raise a 'killer'. Someone strong and powerful to claim victory at the hunger games. She hoped for a male and has no trouble saying so. Having a dainty-looking skinny girl set back her plans. Despite my lack of brute strength, I'm a quick runner. If they can't catch me, they can't kill me. At least that's what my trainer tells me.

Although I prefer comfortable clothes, my mother kept all of her clothing from childhood and insists that I wear them. They're mostly frilly shirts, skirts, and dresses and most of them have floral patterns. My mother tells me to embrace the girly side because even if it's not what she wanted, it could get me support at the hunger games. I'd never tell her but I know she's right. I may not get my way with my parents all of the time but it's easier to manipulate people when you're beautiful. That's just a fact of life.

Personality:

I try my best to be really sweet to everyone. Just about anything has the power to make me smile. I don't like it when people are rude and I always think before speaking. I'm flirty without being slutty and friendly without being clingy. I'm quiet most of the time because I like listening to what you have to say. My favorite thing in the District is caring for small animals. I love The Hunger Games and Capitol. It's what society needs, after all. I have a slight amusement with rainbows and butterflies. I don't do anything I don't want to do but I'll make sure to refuse politely. I'm all too naive and will raise my eyebrows in surpise when anyone mentions anything even remotely inappropriate. I've been told that I'm childlike in a positive way. Not childish, but innoccent and sweet. I am friends with anyone who wants my friendship.

Alright, I'll cut the BS, but show this to anyone and I'll deny it. Although that is how I appear, nobody but the people close to me really know me. I keep everyone at arm's length. I know exactly what do do and what to say to have you eating out of the palm of my hand. I'm percieved as a good listener but that's because I would never be able to say what I'm really thinking. I hate it here, everything about this place is so perfectly calculated and controlled. I know much more than I let on. Just because I'm sweet to everyone doesn't mean I actually like everyone. I see right through people. I'll only be friends with you if there's something in it for me. I don't trust easily. That's probably because I lie so much myself.

A part of me wishes I didn't have to hide. Then, maybe I could figure out who I am. Perhaps after I turn 18, when the dark looming cloud of the hunger games is behind me, I'll be able to open up. Until then however, I'm stuck in this ever-lasting charade. I don't want to be friends with someone just to have them die on me. Caring causes vunerablility and I can't afford it.

I feel things too intensely. The frustration pent up inside me can't be healthy, I know it. I just don't know how to get rid of it. The one time I stood up to my parents resulted in hysterical crying from my mother. It's better just to make everyone happy.
Everything is fine during the day but it's nighttime that gets to me. There's just something about it being insanely dark and silent with nothing to distract you from your own thoughts. I feel too bare. I realize how scared I am. I realize that I'm plagued by imperfections. I see that out of every boy that's loved me, none of them count because they didn't really know me. It's clear to me that although I was born lucky, luck always runs out sometime.
I just hope I stay lucky until the day I'm no longer eligible for the hunger games.

History:

The Parents
Mrs. Ruby Kills and Mr. Grey Kills were important Careers at some point in history. They claim they were the two most powerful kids of their time. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for me, they were never chosen at the reaping and their dreams never came true. Instead of killing eachother, they settled for marrying instead. Even though they fight a lot, they're kind of perfect for eachother in my opinion. My mother is a complete trainwreck and my father is a silent supporter, strong and steady. Anyway, they got bored of their marriage after awhile and wanted to relive their dreams through someone else. Hence, me being created.

Childhood
My mother's first words when I was born were:
"Doctor, are you SURE it's not a boy?"
Yes, I guess I was a pretty big disappointment. My father can hide it a lot better than my mother can but I can see it in his eyes. Now don't get me wrong, I know they love me. I just wish they would accept me. Ever since I was little, nothing was right. I wasn't into physical activities, I didn't like school, and I didn't eat enough. They never realized that I was good at drawing or that I could make up elaborate stories in a second. I was misunderstood. However, after awhile, I just went along with whatever they wanted. It was easier than fighting.

Recent Years
As you can probably guess, I am now a full-fledged Career. I go to training, go to school, do light housework, all without a single complaint. Except for one time. I was feeling kind of like I feel now, frustrated and fake. I was tired of not being authentic. My parents noticed the stress I was under and asked if they could do anything to make my life easier. Without meaning to, I blurted that I didn't want to be a Career anymore. I told them I wanted to write or draw even though I had no idea if I could still do that since I hadn't drawn in awhile. Mother did what mother does best, she made a scene. It didn't matter to her that only father and I were there to see it, to her it was enough. She pretended to faint and then bawled her eyes out. I don't handle tears well so I just told her I was kidding and went back to the same old routine.

Codeword: oDair
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