Amaranth Sophia Leventis {District Three}
Jul 13, 2011 1:21:08 GMT -5
Post by Tribute!{Meranda<3}Quell Botch on Jul 13, 2011 1:21:08 GMT -5
I’VE GIVEN UP ON GIVING IN SLOWLY,
I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME,
APART FROM THIS WHOLE WORLD THAT SHARES MY FATE.
THIS ONE LAST BULLET YOU MENTION,HEY I'M MERANDA, AND I'M 15 YEARS OLD. I'VE BEEN DIGGING THIS SCENE FOR FOUR YEARS. I LIVE IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE, JUST FYI. I FOUND THIS SITE BY GOOGLE ^.^ AND I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU ODAIR !
IS MY LAST SHOT AT REDEMPTION. BECAUSE I KNOW TO LIVE YOU MUST GIVE YOUR LIFE AWAY.
DISTRICT ! three.
AGE ! seventeen.
BIRTHDAY ! august 27th,
ORIENTATION ! heterosexual.
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AND I'VE BEEN HOUSING ALL THIS DOUBT.
AND INSECURITY. AND I'VE BEEN LOCKED INSIDE THAT HOUSE,[/center]
If one has a keen enough eye to peer through the blanket of brown smog over District Three, one could determine Amaranth as a ray of sunlight. Both in the way she dresses and the golden blonde hair tumbling down her spine. Not once has she cut her hair. Thousands of times her mother chided her foolishness in keeping the feet of hair attached to her scalp. Each time her mother attempted to sway her mind she'd refuse. With each request, the larger her retaliation became. Finally her mother gave up, not only on her hair, but most of her appearance.
Amaranth's clothing was another large pet peeve for Mrs. Leventis. Bright, radiant, and brilliant were the least descriptive. Her favorite color yellow, very much like the light rays of sunlight that annually peeped through District Three's gloom. Each and every t-shirt to long sleeved shirt she owned was either yellow or pink. It was quite a feat in finding cheap brightly colored clothing but Amaranth had her resources. Everyone did in District Three; at least the ones she knew.
Sharp eyes in the shape of toasted almonds are filled with a honey brown mixture sparkling with intensity. High cheek bones frame her knobby nose and lush pink lips all painted on a peachy oval canvas. Her plush skin did have it's faults. This included a long criss crossing pattern of scars caused by self-infliction. If one was to trace her skin carefully you'd find more scars. Some lacing her shoulder blades and even more deep into her back's skin.
Following the lines of her long neck and pointed collarbones that protrude from her décolletage, they are continuously straight. Right down to her tippy toes. She only weighed about 105 pounds, while standing approximately 5' 9". Lanky and skinny, with the weight of a piece of paper. Everything about her screams a runner. Yet no one could run in the District Three limits, the smog's fumes inhaled would slow you down to a dead stop. The only benefit to a pair of running shoes is the coverage of Amaranth's feet. Her mother thought she could become a ballerina of some sort. This explained the curvature of her toes inward toward the ball of her foot. It wasn't the prettiest set of feet one could notice.
PERSONALITY !
Two-faced takes a whole knew meaning when describing Amaranth Leventis. The description of two faced could be considered two whole functioning beings and personalities. You see, Amaranth Leventis has dissociative identity disorder. In simple terms, multiple personalities in the same person. The first personality, the one she was born with, is a happy one. Bubbling over with joy and immense with passion. Not good at much, her talents lay mostly in writing and making people as happy as she deems possible.
Her innards are filled with ditzyness, joy, and blissful ignorance. Innocence is most present, at least more prominent that any thought she could have. Amaranth usually leaves the deep thinking to times when she's completely alone, unable to process self-interacting and human interaction at the same time. Probably why she is taught in a separate room with little teacher direction. With overused brilliant smiles and a tinkering laugh that is hard to come by, Amaranth writes. As her normal self she writes every one of her thoughts down along with notes of how she is feeling. Thoroughly she'll write every moment and memory as if it is life or death. For the blackouts of course. Points in time when she can't recall anything which happened. These lapses in time are where the snarlier side of Amaranth reside.
Sarcastic, nasty, and extremely angry. Anger radiating with intensity that couldn't be explained or describe in any means. Her notebook is filled with vulgar language and crazy antics that could never seem to belong to Amaranth. Then again the curly, almost calligraphy, penmanship that is unmistakably hers. Most of her friends and family stay away from Amaranth during this stage. The doctor many times described how important it was to stay with her in case she'd attempt to hurt herself. This warning proved true many times; soft pink scars laced around her arms were bright neon signs screaming "truth!". Many called her crazy, even mildly terrified of the blonde. Through and through, Amaranth was still the same sweet, innocent girl that laughed while crying that smile never faltering.
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ALL THE WHILE YOU HOLD THE KEY.
AND I'VE BEEN DYING TO GET OUT.
AND I'VE BEEN DYING TO GET OUT.
FATHER ! bedros leventis, 48
SIBLINGS ! cora leventis, 12, sister
HISTORY !
It is easier to explain Amaranth's childhood in less detail. Frankly, that is the only way. Most of her childhood she can't recall. Many moments were filled with deep despair and an aching pitted deep within her heart that isn't explainable. Unlike her present day, there isn't any writing in her notebook to understand what happened when she was little. The disorder that she picked up wasn't genetic. This kind of thing wasn't genetic. The doctor was sure to explain this pointedly. Both parents aren't very supportive and happy people.
Tragedy was kept quiet in Amaranth's childhood, even shaded and unknown to herself. Glimpses of blurred figures and shooting pain down her spine sometimes snap Amaranth awake at night. Each time she struggles to place a finger on exactly what happened to her as a child. Parents unwilling to let loose on what events had played out; her sister Cora knew nothing for she was a child herself. All Amaranth remembers is that she wasn't always like this. Feeling dematerialized and like she doesn't have a being at all. That's she's almost not living.
Daria and Bedros aren't unkind. The description most fitting would be just present. They do what they think is fitting as parents, giving a home, education, and food. Emotional things aren't needed. Panem means work. Therefore Amaranth's less-than-valid talents placed her into a part time job simply inputting data and going to school. She wasn't the prized child, neither was Cora. For the most part they were in the same boat. Emotionally deprived and confused on life.
[/ul][/size][/color] BUT THAT MIGHT BE THE DEATH OF ME.
I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE.
oh hai! this appy was made by RAH RAH RILEY ?! of
CAUTION. she used relient k lyrics from the song
be my escape. don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33[/center]
cus sometimes things sound prettier when you describe what a person looks like rather than what they actually are (example: Amaranth wearing big baggy clothes might make her appear 115 pounds instead. Or if someone just had a lot of muscle weight so they weigh more than they look. Sometimes numbers can add confusion to the mix, a mon avis ^^)
