Kilia Zolkervitch D1 (WIP)

You'll never see through this girl, past the thick wall of sleek, raven black hair that spreads in front of her face with every movement. Never spot any sign of remorse in her eyes, so dark they're almost black. Most people can't tell the difference between the lies, and truth that spurt out of her red, lipsticked lips. And yet they're there. Even her appearance is a lie in its self. Make-up disguising her blotchy complexion, her always chapped lips from her licking them when she gets nervous. If you look closely at her deceitful face, you may notice the bags underneath her eyes, from staying up late every night and thinking.

When she holds her hand out to you, there are long, fake nails glued on expertly to hide the fact that her real ones are gnawed into stubs. At first, you will only notice how all these things converge into a beautiful girl, already so, even though she isn't yet out of high school. That's what everyone sees, and that's how Kilia likes it. One may say she's more of an exotic beauty, elegant and olive skinned, like a middle-eastern princess. No one in panem would say that, of course, but then again, you're not from there, are you?

There are many suitors for her, fake eyelashes and makeup put on by a professional every morning. Some say her skin glows with confidence, when it's anything but. It's all concealer, foundation, creams and powders. Kilia's real skin is paler, less fitting of the rest of her, and with irregular splotches and discoloration. She's been told that it was genetic, but her parents don't have anything close to it. Then again, who knows who her parents are? Her eyes are like pools, but not the kind you want to jump into. Tempting like the night, and so very intriguing. Yet, somehow you know, looking at them, that there is no emotion in this girl. That she herself is a lie.

When she goes out into the street, something tight and somewhat comfortable suffices, a halter top and skinny jeans perhaps, if it's warm. Kilia doesn't dress too outlandishly, braggingly regularly. It's better to go with the flow and blend in, when you're nothing special. On the other hand, during the night, she transforms. When you go to a party, you want to be the center of attention, everyone to admire you. Your dress, your hair, just you. Brushing her hair out until it's silken, and putting something on that outlines her body, sets of her eyes, something that normal, self conscious girls would never wear. Clinging in all the right, or in the eyes of her father, all the wrong places, her dresses are works of art in them selves.

Who is this girl? This...beast? No one knows for sure, and probably never will. To one person, she is the charming, charismatic girl that everyone wants to be, and to another, she is the shy, caring underdog. To tell the truth, she's not even sure who she is- but knows that whatever she needs to be to get what she wants, she'll become. Sly and manipulative to her dying breath, Kilia is a whimsical liar with a system to keep track of each alias, every identity that she displays to a different person. Lying is like making a web, weaving strings that cannot cross or the whole structure comes tumbling down. If that is true, then Kilia is an adept spider, known only to herself of her prowess. And the best always are.

Underneath her hard shell of illusion, is a cunning, sly human who will manipulate anyone into doing what she wants. She gets unendingly upset with people when she doesn't get her way, which is often enough. It's not rare to find someone stubborn enough to resist her wiles, but she finds a way to get back at them. She always does. Whether that way hurts herself, or the other person, is up for debate, but she tries, and often succeeds. Some hate her for this, and rightly, too. Nobody is loved by all, no matter how hard they try. Kilia doesn't even attempt to make people like her after she has used them; she's one to burn her bridges after her. Once someone has been used for her purposes, they are cast away, shells that she has emptied.