KITE, megan - .11 [WIP]

Name: Megan/Momo Jaimie Kite
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

Momo is a teenage girl with long brown hair. It can be straight or curled, and still look very natural. Her hair is a dark hue, and is usually worn down, but ponytails are done for certain occasions. When her hair is wet, it becomes a very dark—almost black—color. And, of course, a shinny gleam.

Her eyes are a soft milk chocolate color, that really shine considering all the water she drinks. But Momo really doesn't like her eyes; she think they're funny looking. Even though she's been told that she's pretty, her self-esteem isn't very high. And not just because almost all the girls flirted with themselves in handheld mirrors.

As for random, jumbled up details .. Her skin in tan and quite smooth. She's tall, thanks to her parents, and skinny, after all those track courses and daily excersise. But, her main flaw in appearance is a large scar on her left knee. It turns out she busted open a huge scab when she was little, and that certainly left a mark.

Personality:

Well, let's start off on how Momo got her nickname in the first place. She was a real sweet child, and obeyed her parents and the Peacekeeper's rules. Her friend's back in childhood used to call her Nicey, but Megan wanted to be called Momo, considering how delicate and nice it sounded. So, she grew up with the name. Even her mom began calling her Momo.

But now, she's secretly eating the crops on her family's plantation, and constantly getting into battles with her parents, especially her mother. Momo still has that innocent charm when she first meets people, and tried to humor them with her funny humor. Yes, Megan was a girl of jokes, and almost never took anything seriously. And surely, that will be the death of her one day.

Momo's that person who really doesn't give a care in the world, and she never had a dream or a life goal. She went through life's difficulties and tasks as they came, and never regretted her decisions and judgement she threw at things. Megan surly lied then once or twice. She's never been an honest girl, always spinning lies. Only a couple times had she taken the path of truth.

But she's get so flared up sometimes at those who were sensitive. If she mocked them about their crush or something. If they began to cry in embarrassment. She'd flick them off, ignoring what had just happened then. Megan wasn't a girl to cry. Only three times in her life had she cried. Because after her difficult childhood, she learned to cope, to suck it up and deal with it.

History:

Well, like all history biographies, we'll start from the beginning: childhood. Let's start at the age seven.

I looked up to see my father, his tall body towering over me. I blinked my brown eyes innocently, flashing my delicate black eyelashes. In my small, frail hands was a light lavender colored plush bunny. I gripped it by the hand, feeling the soft cotton bunny on my skin. Pa spoke through his gruffy brown mustache, “Megan, I'm sorry dear .. No dinner today.” At the unfortunate news, I could only stare at my dad in disbelief. “Well w-why not?!” I whimpered sadly, hitting my lip to hold back disappointed tears. The emotion stung my eyes and nose, which only encouraged my tears more.

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