Alexis O'Sullivan D6 FINISHED

Name: Alexis "Lexi" O'Sullivan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 6
Appearance:

I've always been considered pretty, alot like my mother I've been told. Or at least I was told that before I became the scourge of District 6. I don't see it though, must be something about my eyes that reminds them of mom. My eyes are a light blue, almost storm cloud grey I think, they are the key to finding out what I'm thinking. Though I've gotten better at hiding my true feelings even through my eyes. These eyes have seen to much, I'm only 17 and I've seen more than anyone else. They harbor secrets and stories that could make a grown man faint and a mother hide her children. Though not everything they've seen is horrible, I've gotten the opportunity to watch my twin and little brother grow up. I just wish I could offer them more than I have.

My hair is blonde, I like to say its gold though, and it hangs down to my chest. It has the appearance of having been fixed the way it is, in truth though it's looked like this for almost four years. You could say it's the one pride and joy about my appearance that I like, the one shining spot on my otherwise beaten and worn features. Secretly I like to brush it at night when my sister and brother have fallen asleep, they can't know how vain I am. Plus I brush my hair for....other reasons....that I have yet to reveal to my sister and brother.

I stand at approximately 5'4", not exactly the tallest girl around, actually that's being generous I'm short. Both me and my sister stand at the same height so it's not all bad though. At least she doesn't have something she can rub in my face. My height has allowed me, throughout the years, to escape alot of situations that we get into. The shorter legs have some advantages, smaller stride, but far more affective for running. The problem there in lies in finding the proper clothes for me. I'm not a fashion diva by any stretch of the imagination, my clothes are always rather plain. One staple of my fashion sense is that I like dark colors, it reflects who I am. Though I'm the only one who gets the connection, sort of like one of those private jokes people talk about. Reds or blacks are prominent colors you'll see on me, never a light color, to pure for me.

I'm not muscular either, unless you count my brain. District 6 is after all known for its brains, to bad most of my smarts are street smarts. I'm a lean girl, though that's being generous. I'm way to thin, we never have a decent meal to set infront of ourselves and the little amount of money I make doing...odd jobs...isn't enough to support myself and two siblings, especially a growing little brother. I'm kinda like a double problem, I'm short and I'm not well muscled, the perfect target for abuse.

That leads up to my appearance flaws. I guess you could say I have alot of scars, and they do nothing to add to my appearance. Sometimes we escape the Peacekeepers and sometimes we don't. When we get caught it usually results in beating, or in some cases for myself other things. I try to lessen the pain that Annie and Gus have to go through by allowing myself to be "used". Sometimes it works and other times I get tricked into it and they get punished just the same. Either way I've gotten to look alot older than I am through all this. Even though me and Annie are the same age I feel responsible for her and Gus. She's so quiet and untrusting that I take it upon myself to keep us going. Oh well, this is about all I've got on my appearance. You've got to know me to really get an idea of what I really look like.

Personality:

Hmmmm, where to start, I'm full of surprises and I'm like a maze, you'll get lost if I don't guide you through it. Well to start it all off I'm protective, not protective of everyone, just my sister and brother. I feel responsible for them, like I need to take care of them. Perhaps a foolish notion, but I can't help but feel as if I need to be the adult of the family. Ever since mom died and dad gave us away we've had no one to take care of us, and I pretty much stepped up to do it. I put everything into doing it, my heart, my soul.....and my body. I'll do anything to make sure we all survive, to make sure we all stay together, because they are my life, and I don't know what I would do it I lost them.

I'm also a compulsive liar, I can't really talk to anyone without lying to them. It's sort of a defense mechanism that formed after a couple of years. It works as a good method of garnering sympathy from the people who don't think we're some sort of scourge or disease. Not that I could blame them for thinking that, our own family cast us out so why should they not think something was wrong with us. Back to the point though, I love lying, it's so easy to fool people with just a few words. This is probably a flaw though in my personality, lying is frowned upon by most people, but I get a thrill out of it. It's gotten me out of so many situations, how could I hate it, though there are times when I hate lying. I hate lying to Annie and Gus, I don't want them to know what I go through for them though, no sense in adding more hardship on their shoulders. Their lives are difficult enough without worrying about what I'm up to.

Oh, here's something interesting, both me and Annie are great pickpockets. We have this whole ritual we go through in order to pull off the best hiests. It's one of those moments when you love having a twin, they are so in tune with what you're thinking and doing that you don't need to say a word to have them know what you're doing. I think Annie really gets a thrill out of it though, she's the mastermind behind it all, I think that it's derived from her untrusting attitude.

Here's a secret though, and you have to promise to keep it that way. I don't want Annie or Gus ever hearing about this. It's perhaps my greatest flaw, I'm not proud of it, but it gets me money and it protects my siblings. I'm a prostitute by night, when I'm satisfied that both Annie and Gus are asleep I'll wander around the district selling my body out to those who pay me. I really don't care how much or who it is, if they pay I'm going to sell myself out. I've done it since I was fifteen, two years I've been in the business. It's my biggest, darkest secret and it's the number one thing I lie about. Recently I've begun selling myself out to lighten the punishments the Peacekeepers hand out when we get caught. It all goes back to my protective nature, I told you I would do anything for them, and I think I really have.

Okay, you know the secret, here's something a little less substantial. I'm kind of rude to outsiders, perhaps this is due to the fact we aren't loved by anyone though. I have a lack of respect that my pretty face bellies. It's always a shock to people when I start swearing and cussing at them like a grown man. It always makes me feel satisfied to see their jaws go slack and stare at me like I'm some sort of animal. It just feeds the stories about us, but if you can't beat em why not add fuel to the fire. We won't be accepted either way.

History:

So you want to know my history now, trust me it's not a really happy story. At least from my perspective it's not a happy story, people tend to be heartless to a sad story. Okay where to start though, the beginning is rather short and it sets up our life as we know it now. Well mom gave birth to me and my fraternal sister Annie it was funny, we looked so alike and yet we were so different. I was really bratty and always getting into trouble and Annie was so quiet and reserved. One thing about being a brainiac is you have plenty of room to store memories, and only those memories from our first year are happy. We were loved and well taken care of, and we didn't have a worry in the world. Than came Gus, mom died in childbirth with him, and we were left alone with dad. At first everything seemed so good, like dad would take care of us. It would be hard but like the foolish two year olds we were we thought everything would work out. Instead it had hardly been a week since our mothers passing before we were given away to a foster home.

It was horrible, the life we had at that home wasn't fun at all. We were the youngest there and got picked on alot, and the caretaker didn't help the situation. We were yelled at alot for getting into trouble, sure we invited the yelling but we were only kids. This situation lasted until we were about five, and we picked up on a few things while we were there. We learned how to steal stuff and even how to garner sympathy from people with a sad story. That's when I started to cultivate my lying talent, if you could call it that. Anyways, one of our moms relatives came by and must have felt a twinge of sympathy for us because she took us to her home and tried to take care of us. It was short lived though, we were like "little vermin" as she called us, always getting into trouble and poking our noses where they didn't belong. Sure we liked to listen in on people and find out some stuff but we never told anyone about it...at least not at that point. So eventually we were cast out again into another foster home to be abused by the kids.

It wasn't so bad at first, we got along well with the kids and it seemed like we may have found a place to stay. We tried our hardest to stay out of trouble, even curbing some of our more wild habits to get along. Though we still had a knack for being in the right place at the right time to hear something we weren't supposed to. Still, we didn't tell anyone, everything we learned was just put deep inside of our minds for a later date. Little did we know we would eventually use all of that knowledge as a form of black mail, we were just innocent kids after all. Turns out though that we were caught listening in by one of the other kids and we were told on and we got kicked out again. By my count we were probably about nine at this point, still to young to be out and alone, but out and alone we were. No other foster home wanted to take care of us, so we were left out on the streets to fend for ourselves.

It was at this point that we really started to cultivate our "talents". Though it also marked the beginning of another rotten thing in our lives. Gus had cancer, bone cancer to be exact, just another bit of horrible luck and another thing for Lexi to worry about. Together she and Annie kept things running for the three of them though, they were excellent pick pockets and had it down to a science. Two young girls could get alot done in a short amount of time, and for a while everything was fine for us. Than we started to get older and people started to catch on to our ways, the innocent act wasn't going to cut it for us. Until about fifteen though we worked as pickpockets, but I decided we needed something else as a means of surviving.

While working a job I overheard some fellows talking about a young girl who lived in the district dying recently. They said she was a prostitute who would make money selling her body for people's pleasures, and that they thought her death was linked to that. Ignoring the warning signs going off in my head I decided that maybe that was the route I should take to make more money. Maybe between that and our pickpocket skills we would be able to survive. So each night I would go out and I would sell out my body for the pleasure of others. I didn't care about the detail, be they young, old, male or female, if they payed me I wouldn't complain. Suffice to say my innocence is long gone, and you could say my moral code is gone with it. I've kept it a secret though from Gus and Annie, I don't want them to know what I go through for them. I don't want them to know that their sister is a prostitute, it would make things worse. We already have to deal with Gus and his cancer and Annie the silent one, adding me to the bunch would make it way more complicated.

I use it as a method of lightening the abuse to them also. When we're caught I strike a deal with the Peacekeepers, sell myself out to them for their pleasure just to make sure that Annie and Gus don't get hurt. Sure, my life is sad, pathetic actually, but at least I have my siblings. As long as I have them, I have something worth living for. That's about it though, my life in a nut shell, summed up in all it's happiness.

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