ASTRID NOX, CAPITOL {WIP}

“YOU'RE A DIAMOND I'M AFRAID TO TOUCH”
You're damn near flawless but I'm sure you'd cut.

AGE . Twenty-Four
GENDER . Female, certainly this time.
DISTRICT . Capitol, Thank-you very much.
OCCUPATION . Supervisor.
SEXUALITY . Ew, I am a virgin thank-you.
TALKING . Vacant Shore
DOING . Myrrh
DEEP THOUGHT . Night Shift
HEARING . Moon Warrior
OTHER . (Isabella)


APPEARANCE .

“UP MY EYES, MY HANDS, MY HEAD, MY HEART,”
You tear this canvas skin apart.

Have you ever thought that you could be beautiful?

Astrid's mother thought it of her darling baby girl. The woman thought that she could tame the spots and beauty marks right off of her darling body. Turns out that if one lives in the Capitol, they can do that and so much more. At a young age Astrid's mother removed all those little inconsistencies that sullied the skin, but it never really stopped there. When a person starts something, and wants to get it absolutely perfect, it seems that the search for perfection never stops. Astrid gets that little personality tidbit from her mother, something she'd be loath to admit. Her skin is clear of any blemishes, her mother saw to that, but it isn't clear of everything, and has been more than one tone in her short life time. It's been burnt umber, pale like snow, tan like a districter's, and even sky blue once. Right now it's faded scars here and there, with an overall olive skin tone that is slightly tanned. The skin of a dead girl.

Astrid has looked out of many eyes and seen many faces reflected back at her in the looking glass on her all important quest for perfection. She's never had the same reflection for longer than a few months, all the disguises she artfully wears like a mask forever changing. It's the most terrifying thing to look in the mirror and not know the person staring back. She has a vague recollection of long light locks flowing down her back, and of round cheeks with a jutting out nose. The only thing that has remained stagnant about Astrid's features, are her golden brown eyes, although it's been riddled with inserted flecks of silver, making it look like entire constellations sit inside them. Of course, her eye shape has been changed to match that of a certian dead tribute. When it comes to reconstructions, detail is key.

The point is that I'm no one.



PERSONALITY .

“YOU'RE A DUNGEON BUT YOU'RE MADE OF GLASS”
Your prisoners have no idea they're trapped.

HISTORY .

“'CAUSE YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL INSIDE,”
It makes us fee like we're alive.

ANYTHING ELSE ?



OUT OF CHARACTER .

FACE CLAIM .
EMMA WATSON • ASTRID NOX

OTHER CHARACTERS ?

Oh, that's right, I have this.

I, ELEGANT .

CODEWORD . odair