Dia Renae Pettigilo-- District 1 (finished)

Name: Dia Renae Pettigilo
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

Nearly perfect, daddy's little girl, spoiled rotten bitch. She'd heared it all. Neatly coiffed hair, falling past her shoulders, hightlighted perfectly, cut in a flattering style. Dia would never leave the house without looking as close to perfect as a girl with a wide and slightly pointed nose could be. Daddy said she should never change it, because she got it from him. She hated it though. She thought it made her look like a bird.

Her eyes were a lightish brown, almost matching her hair. They were set a little wide on her face making her look perpetually surprised. Her lips were full and lush. She loved to kiss the boys and these were lips made to do it. Her teeth were a little large for her face, which was fine to her since she loved to smile. Her voice was overly bubbley, borderline annoying just for the sheer fact she loved to talk.

She kept up with the stypes of the Capitol, but her parents never let her go to the extreme. Maybe now that she was out of school they would. She didn't think that purple eye brows would be THAT extreme! Besides her clothes were the finest that her daddy could buy. Always at the height of he fathers choice of fashion. Normally fitted skirts and sky high heels. At 5 feet 5 inches tall she could afford to wear them. Of course when she was a little tipsy those heels could be dangerous.

Personality:

Dia was your typical social butterfly of District one. She breezed through school and flitted from one group to another. She was an over acheiver and extremely proud of it. To the point it drove some people crazy. She would always go miles beyond what was needed. If you asked her for help picking out a pair of shoes for that nights gala, she would not only pick out shoes, but a purse, earrings, hat, and dress. And then go on to tell you that she should help you do your hair and make up. It wasn't that she didn't know what she was doing, it was just she didn't know when to stop.

Her friends loved her, but more so because she would do everything for them while she could sit back and do all the work. She was spoiled beyond words and planned on living with her parents for as long as possible. She never had a job, and never planned on it. Her life was going to be nothing but one big party, that she hosted herself. And made all the decorations. And food. And designed the color scheme....

In the mean time she was perfecting the craft of mixing libations. She loved to taste the different blends of liqour and spirits til she found just the right mix. She wasn't a lush per say, but she did enjoy to feel the buzz of a good drink. She'd never admit that she drank daily, or that she often had to have a good strong pick me up in the morning, she just said it helped her stay focused, but in reality it just made her feel like she was more fun. Thats all life was to her, an endless supply of fun.

History:

Her daddy was from money, her mama was a pill popper. She basically got what she wanted when she wanted. She was an only child showered with love, affection, and money. Her daddy never seemed to care what she did. She always was told "Oh of course darling." It was wonderful, but at the same time it made her careless and forgetful that things aren't always what they seem.

As a child her schoolmates either loved her, envied her, or hated her. It was never ambivilant. She had the money and the snootiness to go with it, at the same time she always tried too hard. As she grew up she realized why people didn't like her. It was because she was well cared for, well groomed, and happy. Those who did like her were in the same situation as she was. From then on she took her advantages and ran with them.

When she was 14 her friend showed her a flask she had snuck from her father, a sip reviled a sweet berry tasting liquid, it burned on the way down. After a few drinks she felt like everything was floaty and warm. It was one of the best feelings in the world. From that day on she was seen carrying her own flask. Small and pink with a diamond inlay, she was always in its company. The mixtures varied from week to week, once she turned 16 her dad didn't even care any more. She hoped one day to open her own bar in the Capitol.

Codeword: ODair
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