Delphine Fiori, District Nine {Finished}

Delphine Fiori

Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: Nine

Appearance:

Thought I'd see your face in my mind for all time.

The first thing one notices about Delphine is her hair. It is a rich brown color, but in the sunlight it can appear slightly red. For the most part, her hair is untameable. Curly locks of hair spring off from her head. Frizzy would be one word to describe it. On occasion, she will actually style her hair, so it has a mush nicer appearance, settling about her shoulders in waves.

Standing at five feet four inches, Delphine is of a relatively normal height. She has never been deprived of food, so her body is filled out in just the right places. She is at a healthy weight for her age at around one hundred ten pounds. She isn't one to show off her body, and so usually wears fairly conservative clothing.

Her round eyes are blue. There is no other way to describe them. They are the purest, simplest form of that color. She often puts mascara on her eyelashes and has been known on occasion to ring her eyes with eyeliner. Other than that, the only makeup she wears regularly is red lipstick, which sits nicely on her bow-shaped lips.

Delphine was diagnosed with asthma when she was very young. She has an inhaler that she usually carries with her. She finds her asthma very annoying, so she does all she can to make sure she doesn't notice it. However, she does have asthma attacks quite frequently, and she knows this is probably because she forgets to take her inhaler. She hates having asthma, but she often has other things on her mind, so she forgets completely about her medicine. She also smokes sometimes, which does nothing to help her asthma.

Personality:

And the clock still strikes midnight and noon.

People that don't know Delphine would say that's she's quiet. And she is, with people she doesn't know well. She doesn't trust people with her words until she knows a bit about them. Words are precious, and she doesn't want to waste them. If you know her well, however, you may have a hard time getting her to shut up. Delphine will talk about anything, with the exception of her family and her life at home. Her friends learned long ago not to even ask. She doesn't answer the questions they ask.

Delphine is very passionate. She could talk for hours about something she loves or feels very strongly about. The one thing that is most apparent is her love for music. She loves playing piano and singing, and her friends tell her she's quite good at it. Sometimes, however, her asthma holds her back from singing the way she wants to. She can't hold her notes as long as she'd like, or sing very loudly, or else she'll go into a coughing fit. It probably wouldn't bother her so much if she remembered to take her inhaler when she was supposed to.

As you may have guessed by now, Delphine isn't the most responsible person. She has a terrible memory, and frequently forgets to do things. She can always remember a face, but names aren't quite so easy for her. The one thing that's easy for her to remember is songs. She can memorize one fairly quickly. Due to her poor memory, she often forgets to do her homework , and she does terribly on tests. Somehow, though, she has never failed a class.

At home, Delphine is very quiet and obedient. She does whatever her parents say, and she never argues with them. When she leaves the house, though, all that goes out the door. It doesn't matter to her anymore what her parents say, and she makes a point to ignore their rules.

History:

Guess the maps will just have to stay the same for a while.

After Delphine was born, her mother went into postpartum depression. It was undiagnosed and untreated for many years, and it just got worse and worse. She spent most of her days lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. There were some good moments, however. When Delphine was five, her mother taught her how to play piano. The piano was the most expensive thing in the house, something that had been passed down through her mother's family for years. Delphine fell in love with music instantly.

After she'd learned the basics, Delphine continued to teach herself when her mother couldn't. She loved learning how to play a new song, drawing her mother out of the bedroom with it, turning around to see her mother's vague smile. She was always so proud to make music that brought her mother back up to her feet. At one time, she thought she could fix her mother with it. But when she turned eight, everything changed.

One day, her mother wasn't at home. It was strange, because in all her life, Delphine had never seen her mother leave the house. For days, she waited for her mother to return home. Finally, she asked her father. Her father was a gruff man. He wasn't good at showing love, and he was decidedly terrible at being gentle with his words. He told Delphine her mother wasn't coming home: she was dead.

From that day forward, she was forbidden to play the piano. But when her father was gone at work, she played anyways. She loved it too much to let it go just because he told her to. She was very careful to make sure he never found out, but once or twice, he did. Every time he caught her, Delphine vowed to be more careful. His fists raining down upon her small back almost made her want to stop, but she was too stubborn for that. She wouldn't give up so easily.

Delphine was twelve when her father remarried. Meralyn was a severe young woman, her features sharp. Delphine disliked her immediately. Meralyn changed their house enormously. She didn't like dishes on the counter, or beds unmade. Everything had to be clean, orderly. If it wasn't, and it was Delphine's fault, Meralyn didn't hesitate to tell Delphine's father. And Delphine's father never hesitated to let his rage be known.

Delphine quickly got used to having bruises on her backs and arms. She never cried about them, because she didn't think they were worth it. They hurt, but she didn't let it show. She wouldn't give her father that satisfaction. She hated her life at home, but she never let go of music. It was what got her through.

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