Blythe Daye ~ District 13

Blythe Daye is a young girl of the thirteenth district. At only fifteen she is very mature, but at the same time, a beautiful monster.

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Blythe Daye, ladies and gentlemen. She's the one of a kind monster, that you'll never know about. Her heart shaped face gives the illusion of love, while her never-ending smile looks gracious. The eyes are squinted, but still a beautiful dark brown. Slight bags take away from their beauty, but I digress. Eyebrows are un-important, but they are naturally curved, so she doesn't have to worry about them turning into a unibrow. Her cheekbones are lowered, giving Blythe baby-like cheeks. The nose gives the illusion of a chipmunk-styled face, but only because of its roundness. Her pink lips are always turned up at the corners, showing off her dull white teeth. Blythe's long brown hair is naturally curly and falls to her lower torso. She likes to experiment with different styles, but almost always reverts back to it just hanging down around her shoulders because it's the most practical style. With the cheeks hanging down, and the rounded nose, she looks cute as a button, but beneath this lies much more than looks. 

Moving onto her body, it is but an average one with no specialties. The arms have a slight amount of fat, but living in  District Thirteen has given them a toned look from some of her physical labor. Her stomach is flat, but not muscular, as she doesn't do any form of conditioning in that area. The girl's hips are quite small, but flow nicely to her legs. Seeing as she has already passed the stage of adolescence, they are legs of a woman, thighs and all. Compared to the rest of her body, Blythe's calf muscles are nothing to talk about. They are skinny and scrawny, and its amazing that they can hold her weight. Her feet are small for her age and height of 5 foot 5, and the single bones are prominent in a select amount of places. 

Blythe has no control of her clothing. The only articles the district provides are dull, ugly, beige garments which are very unflattering. She prefers bright colors, which cannot be provided for her in this environment. Once, in grade school, she was scolded for painting a portion of her shirt with a bright green paint in art class. It was said that she was "wasting" the paint. The only problem was that she loved how the color looked on the dull top. After that incident, Blythe always looked for new ways to brighten up her clothes. 

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Blythe is, when put simply, crazy. She has irrational fears and has grotesque tendencies, but yet, people still like her. Of course, the good always comes before the bad, so you know where I'm going with this. She actually has a very nice outward personality. To most people, she's just a sweet little girl. Her girlish features attribute to this stereotype. If you let her, she'll be your best friend, always bringing you little gifts and telling you how pretty you look today. Just don't tick her off. Once you do that, you're in for a world of pain and trouble. 

With the good, comes the bad, or, in this case, the ugly. Little Blythe is all but an angel. She is a complete sadist. You don't know it yet, but she hates you. She's always hated you, and always will hate you. Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong...hopefully. See, Blythe has this way of thinking. No matter who you are, she automatically doesn't like you, but she won't let you know that. She'll just privately plot against you. Do one wrong thing, that plot will be executed. Considering she's had all this time to form the attack, it will be flawless, and nobody will know it ever happened. Oh no, she's no killer. She works through the mind. Of course, physical action is sometimes required. 

There is also one unfortunate fact. Blythe is terribly afraid of anyone of the female gender. There really isn't any reasoning behind this irrational fear. Do you remember how she automatically dislikes people? Well, females repulse her to the highest degree. Yes, I know she's a female. She knows that, too. There are ways around this, though. Blythe just doesn't look in a mirror. Her hair is combed without her seeing herself, so there's no telling what it looks like. After many years of practice, she's gotten better at it. Just tell her if it looks a little messy, okay? Another unfortunate part of this is that she cannot even interact with her mother or older sister, not that it matters to Blythe. She never liked them that much anyway. 

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Differing from her personality, Ms. Daye's history is very bland. Her parents were overprotective of their first daughter, so they payed little attention to the younger one. Just one more reason for Blythe to resent her sister. She was always left alone in the privacy of the family compartment. Some days she would wander the halls of the underground district, which is how she came to know of all the inconspicuous weapons it had to offer. This was not a good thing for the citizens of the district, but they didn't know that. It wasn't needed. 

Mr. and Mrs. Daye had high hopes for their children. Their first born, Shiva, was a child prodigy. She amazed people with the way she could compute numbers in her head without using a paper or pencil. The administration of District 13 greatly appreciated this talent because that meant less graphite and paper they had to waste for one silly child. Blythe's parents payed little to none attention to their youngest daughter as they promoted Shiva's talent for their own self gain. Blythe was all alone.

 As a child, Blythe's sister Shiva pretty much tormented her. She would make fun of Blythe for not looking in the mirror and for the fact that Blythe would never look at her. Little did she know, little Blythe was plotting against her. The little girl did not enjoy being teased or tormented. She got her revenge as she always does. After a few moments of coaxing, the older sister was lured into the closet of the family's apartment-like underground home in D13. When found many hours later, hands tied behind her back, Shiva cried "The little one did this!" Upon questioning, seven year old Blythe just replied, "I did nothing." Her lips pulled back over her pearly teeth, she smiled menacingly at the sister. 

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