Lyre Turner District 5 Finished

Where do I start, I'm not used to talking about myself like this. I guess if you really want to know what I look like I should comply though. Well, I have pale skin alot like my younger sister Lethe. I mean it's not as bad as hers is, you couldn't put a light up to me and see if shine through the other side of me. Still though, one would think we're a family of ghosts rather than people. Enough about my skin though, not something you want to hear about forever. I have light blonde hair that has a few brown streaks in it; yes, it was done on purpose. I wanted something that would make me stand out from everyone else, and that was it. It falls past my shoulders down to about my chest maybe a little farther I'm not sure. Oh, and I can't forget this, my hair is naturally curly, I think my husband described it as like a wave once.

Enough about that though, you want to know more about me than that I just know it. Lets take a tour of my features now shall we. My face in diamond shaped much like Lethes, seems to be a family trait of sorts. Set perfectly into my face are my eyes, mom and my husband insist that they are the most beautiful eyes they've ever seen. They are a deep radiating blue that almost look like a pool of water resting in my eyes. Sure a dramatic description, but hey, what can I say.

I always like to complement my appearance with makeup and a beautiful outfit. My makeup always consists of blues to best make my eyes seem more vivid to the person who looks at me. I try to make my makeup get rid of that horrible pale complection that I have, but it doesn't always work. Sometimes I wonder if I look more like a clown than anything with the amount of makeup I put on. I'm getting off topic though, let's talk about my fashion now.

I like tight fitting clothes, the tighter the better for me. Some may say that I'm vain, but if you've got it flaunt it I say. Once more I choose colors that best compliment my features. Alot of blues, greens, or whites are consistently seen on me. A pair of tight fitting jeans rounds out my usual repetoir, though a pair of tights will also do.

My figure is very...nice I think. I'm very thin though, another trait of the turner family I find I have in common with Lethe. Maybe that's why we get along so well, I'm just an older version of her. Though the one significant difference between me and Lethe is that I'm actually of decent height. I stand at about 5'7", not to tall and not to short, just right. Would I like to be taller, sure, but I'll take accept what height I am. I guess you could say I'm curvy, my figure, despite how skinny it is is nice to look at.

Aside from my pale complection and thin frame, I do have one flaw that I know of and hate. Behind my left ear, covered by my hair, is a scar that runs down my neck to my back and stops at my waist. It's a horrible thing to look at, a result of an "accident" that a friend had. While practicing their knife throwing it went astray, somehow or another it's momentum stopped and left that horrible scar. That's me though, I think that's everything you need to know. If you don't have at least a good picture of who I am now than you're just dumb.

Okay, my personality, well this is nothing to write home about. I have a few nervous habits I guess, infact I'm just a nervous person to begin with. Though not in the way you would think. It's more like I look at the worst case scenario for everything. Though when it comes to Lethe I like to look at the bright side of things. I chew my nails, oh my gosh that is a flaw for sure, you can't even call them nails anymore, there more or less stubs. I also have this nasty habit of cracking my knuckles when I'm nervous, which might be considered another flaw. Ugh, enough about that though, I'm tired of talking about my problems.

I'm a good listener, always have been, that's why Lethe would always come to me with her problems. I've always been good at keeping secrets that's why I know more about this family than everyone else does. I was the first one to know about Lethe's pregnancy, and at her request I didn't tell a soul. I just listened to her problems as she came to me, and gave her what advice I could. I mean being married myself and having one child of my own has allowed me to know alot about this sort of thing.

Despite my own problems I have the ability to calm others. I look at problems rationally and with a level head. It's to bad I can't look at my own problems that way, if I did I would probably be a lot better off. Just a simple smile and a light voice are enough to calm someone who comes to me with their problems. I like to be that helper though, to be the person that people feel they can confide in when their in trouble. It makes me feel, I don't know, happy, like I have a purpose in life. I think that's it though, not sure if you'd want to know any more though. I'm not sure if I know more to tell you actually.

Well my history now, my memory isn't the greatest though I'll have to try and see what I can come up with. I'm the oldest child in the Turner family, and I was for a long time to. Mom seemed content with only one child for the better part of five or six years. It wasn't until I was about seven I think that mom had another child, and that was Lethe. She was a cute baby, I loved her alot. I mean what girl doesn't want a younger sister to love and take care of. I wanted to be everything to her, the one that she always came to for help. For a while it was great, it was me and Lethe together, but we soon learned that she had memory problems. Mom was devastated by this, in a way I was to, it was hard to deal with her memory fading in and out. We lived on though, and even more so I wanted to be there for Lethe when she needed me.

We grew up together, I never brought up her problems infront of her. I just ignored that she even had the problem, maybe that's why she and I have such a good relationship now, I never treated her any different because of it. I would never raise my voice or prod her memory trying to get her to remember. One thing we had in common was that we were both hopeless romantics. I was always looking for that perfect boy, and Lethe in all of her romantic knowledge would try and help me find him.

Mom had more kids and as the kids came Lethe grew more and more confused. We managed though, wearing the same outfits and treading carefully with what words we said. Yup, that was our daily lives in the home. Outside of the home I was always popular, the person people would come to talk to. Though on the inside I was just a wreck of emotions and nail biting and knuckle cracking. Maybe it was a result of everything people told me I don't know either way I was a nervous wreck.

Than when Lethe was reaped for the games I think I just really went all crazy. Every day I wondered if my baby sister would make it out alive. When she won, it was the greatest moment of my life. I wanted to run to the Capital and hug her. It was different though when she returned. Her memory problems had been cured, but she was now afraid of herself. She couldn't look at herself without screaming and trying to break her reflection. I was also married now which seemed to have an impact on our relationship, like somehow I had betrayed her. It was a strained relationship we had from there, and for a long time it seemed that it wouldn't return to what it once was. Than one day she came to me, timid and afraid, and she told me that she was pregnant. I was the first and only person that knew, and I swore to keep it that way until she was ready. From there the rest is history actually, Lethe and I are back to what we once were, and we have annoying younger siblings. What comes next is entirely up to fate now, history is only written when there are actions to write about.