Silver Luxford - District 1 (DONE)

[/color] Silver Luxford
Nickname:[/color] Silver
Age:[/color] 17
District:[/color] 1

Appearance[/color]



Silver's hair is long, light blonde, and silky, whilst her eyes vary from light to dark blue with specks of green in them, resembling the ocean. Her waist is about as big around as a flag pole (figuratively, of course). She is of average height for her age - 5'5".

She usually has her long hair pulled into a high ponytail so that it is out of her face, for she hates it when her hair makes her face oily. Her pale skin is covered in billions of tiny freckles, which Silver doesn't particularly enjoy. In fact, she hates her freckles with a burning passion.

~

"Mother, why is your hair pink?" The young girl inquired as she combed through her flowing blonde tresses with the sparkling brush she had received on her most recent birthday. The woman watching over her looked up from the mirror, raising an eyebrow, the color of the hair not matching the color of her bright locks.

"Because I want it to be," the woman responded with a roll of her dark eyes. "We've had this conversation before, Silver. If I want my hair to be pink, it will be pink."

"Is it magic?" She asked quietly, biting down on her lip. Her mother laughed, running a pale hand through her magenta-colored hair.

"Oh, please, Silver. Magic doesn't exist." Silver furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, staring at her mother with her head cocked to the side.

"Yes it does. What else would have made your hair turn from blue to pink, mommy?"

Letting out a cackle, Magenta responded with, "Hair dye and plastic surgery. There's nothing magical about them."

Silver's face slowly fell as the young child came to the realization that there was, in fact, no such thing as magic, and although she thought of her mother as beautiful and perfect, she had been made to look that way by others. Once Magenta had left the room, Silver stared at herself in the mirror, glaring at the brown speckles adorning her face that she once had loved because they made her unique. She couldn't wait to grow up so that she too could ask the surgeons to fix her up.

Silver's ember eyes traveled down to her skinny waist, frowning. Children in school always made fun of her, stating that she could be one of the children from District 12 what with her lack of body fat. Although it wasn't a bad thing to be born skinny, she now loathed the fact that not one part of her body was either muscle or fat. She looked back up at her reflection, hatred consuming her. She stood, her body towering over the desk, and walked out of the room angrily.

Personality[/color]

Although Silver comes of as sultry, alluring, and snobby (mostly because she was brought up in District 1 with two overbearing parents), she is the complete opposite. Once you get to know her, you learn that she, in fact, is shy, caring, and doesn't care for the jewels and minerals that are so dear to her district's heart.

Silver does have many faults, however, like her lack of confidence. Even though she has been told by many that she is a beautiful girl, she never truly believes whomever has complimented her. Actually, Silver hates compliments. She can't stand the feeling of being told she looks pretty by others. But, at times, Silver may come off as rude and bitchy. That's just her personality; she doesn't hate you on purpose...unless of course you're just annoying.

~

When it came to be Silver's first attendance at the Reaping, she had spent over six years of her life training to become a competitor in the Games. She dressed herself in her best clothes, curling her hair, her mother even adding a temporary bright blue streak in her braid, considering blue was her favorite color, and one of the colors of royalty. But still, Silver Luxford did not find herself appealing, or even moderately attractive. Who could love a girl with ugly spots all over her face, a waist that was so thin, she looked like she hadn't eaten in ten years, and eyes the color of garbage? No one.

Once she made it to the square to listen to the names being drawn, she began to pray that she was to be called so that she could die during the Games and not have to waste any more days in District 1, waiting for the day when she blossomed into the beautiful young woman that her mother truly believed she could become. As if life were that simple.

History[/color]

She grew up with three siblings: twin sisters by the names of Sapphire and Star, and a brother one year older than her named Sleet. Her parents, Royal Luxford and Magenta Hunt-Luxford, wed when they were just twenty, and conceived Silver when they were at the young age of twenty-three. Magenta is about as self-absorbed as one can be, what with mirrors all over her bedroom and tall bright pink hair that she absolutely has to make sure isn't deflating every five seconds, while Royal is more like his eldest daughter: quiet.

Silver started training to be a tribute at the young age of six, and she is one of the best of her age with a spear/knife. If hers or her siblings' name(s) are drawn, she will most definitely volunteer, because the one thing that she doesn't lack is pride.

~

On the morning of her fourteenth birthday, Silver Luxford woke, undressed, and pulled on a gorgeous gown made from the finest of silk that could be acquired in District 1. Her parents, Royal and Magenta, had bought it from a wealthy merchant when she was ten, and planned on giving it to her for her birthday unless she were Reaped and/or killed. Luckily for them, though, neither had occurred (yet), and Silver was staring at her reflection in the mirror, wearing the shining pewter dress and resembling a young princess.

"Where's the beautiful birthday girl?" Silver looked back at the doorway, having heard her father's question from downstairs. She smiled softly, and descended the stairs after leaving her room. Her family stood at the base of the staircase, staring at her in awe as she climbed down the steps, holding the bottom of her dress in one hand so that she wouldn't trip.

"You look beautiful, darling," Magenta whispered once Silver was in her embrace. Silver felt the corners of her lips slowly turn upward into a smile. Her mother rarely complimented her.

"You really think so?" Silver asked her mother, biting down on her chapped lip and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You always look beautiful, sweetheart," her father chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. Her younger siblings glanced at one another, smirking mischievously, and nodded. Silver's face fell, for she knew that they thought differently. Sapphire and Sleet were much like their mother, whereas Silver was like her father. The twins were self-absorbed and wicked. They found others' pain humorous, and both would surely be crowned victor if they were to ever compete in the Hunger Games. What truly bothered Silver about the twins, though, was that they always found her weakness. They knew she hated her appearance, and used it against her.

Silver sighed, forcing a smile. "Thank you," she addressed her parents, licking her lips. The twins rolled their eyes, glancing at Magenta and Royal in annoyance.

Noticing Sapphire's haughty attitude, Silver frowned once more, and looked down at the silky gown draped over her body. She chewed on her lip, wondering why her siblings couldn't just be happy for her like their parents were. It was her birthday, after all.

Face Claim: Claire Holt
Codeword: odair

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