Muffin Belmonte » Capitol Resident [fin!]

female » 22 years » straight » capitol
"Don't f*ck with me, b*tch"

Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Indigo. Violet. Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, my appearance. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t be more proud of how I look. After practicing with makeup and a hair comb for about fifteen years, I should be able to go out and look nice. I mean, naturally, my hair is a deep blonde with small brown streaks, but I prefer to keep it dyed white or pink. Both of those colors are neutral colors when it comes to what I wear, so I don’t have to bother going through to see what matches with my appearance. On the other hand, deciding what makeup style I want for the day is difficult. With at least three hundred bottles of nail polish, fifteen hundred different shades of eyeshadow and over four thousand lipstick shades, I always like to find the matching or contrasting tones. I always and I mean always, powder my face until it’s pale. It’s the new thing, which some say remind them of the looks from the fifteenth century! Talk about ancient!

My figure is in a whole different category, though. I’m a vegan, which means dieting to stay thin isn’t a problem. When I was younger, I found one of those animal abuse videos from district ten, and I threw up. Poor little cows! I’ve decided to stick to the leafy greens for now. In a sense of shapes and curves, I don’t have a much defined physique. My hips don’t stick out of my sides, and my breasts aren’t too large. It makes it much easier to fit into the tight outfits I love to wear. In material sense, I love latex suits, leather and light cotton dresses sometimes, but only in the spring. I always keep up with the latest trends in the capitol, and I refuse to go a week without having the latest accessory.

Okay, so I’m not going to lie – I’m not the smartest cookie in the cookie jar. Living in the capitol, my mother wanted to teach me how to be a proper woman rather then send me off to the schools with the other children. I never learned how to write or read, but at least I learned how to talk. Even whenever my father tried to teach me to read, I was too stubborn and refused to even peek open a novel.

Maybe living in the wealthy community didn’t to the best academic wise, but I still was able to complete a lot of things. I learned how to sew, do complicated hair styles and makeup someone’s face like a professional. Rather than being book smart, I’m street wise – I know how to deal with people. I can be the upmost stubborn person on the universe sometimes. When in arguments, I refuse to lose – I won’t give up until I have what I want. Though, I will admit I can be very possessive and protective of my art materials, and no one will ever cross my personal barrier.

When I was younger, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I often have attacks, but ever since I was fifteen, they’ve been less extreme. I have short flashbacks of screaming and fidgeting on the floor while my mother tried to soothe me of the pain I was in. The doctors could never really tell me what caused them, but I rarely thought of them.

Above all though, I refuse to put up with shit from anyone.

Ophelia Pledger was an average girl growing up in the Capitol – she had money, wealth and the latest fashion and accessories. She worked in the kitchen with her mother, selling cupcakes to the people of the city. It wasn’t because her family needed money; it was because they were lovely pastry makers. Ophelia left her family to start her own life off at nineteen, and soon met Peacekeeper Marcuss Belmonte. The two fell madly in love, and though he was about ten years older than her, they got married. Soon after Ophelia’s twenty third birthday, she gave birth to little Muffin Belmonte.

Muffin grew up in a large house in the city square, where all the shopping malls and theaters were. Her parents spoiled her rotten, and her father had great respect for being a peacekeeper. When Muffin turned five, her father had to leave her family to work in district eleven, but he promised to return. Muffin attended a small amount of grade schooling, but after her mother discovered what patchwork she could do with her small fingers, she pulled her out.

Turning the bakery into a fashion shop wasn’t easy for the Belmonte family. Muffin often stayed awake twenty hours a day, with only four hours of sleep. She began to make simple dresses, with heavy accessories such as sequins, flowers and feathers. Muffin then became more comfortable working with other fabrics such as lace, leather and wool. In the small area of the city, her dresses were a big success.

Muffin still continues to work like this at age twenty two, but who knows what the future will hold for her?

FC: Meaghan DeWarreng-Waller

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