Rosalita Ramos D4

Name: Rosalita Ramos
Age: 16 though I'll tell you I'm 18 if you want
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

I don't look like the other girls here in 4. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. Got hips and lips too, child bearin' hips make em come hither lips, is what my mom always says. My lips look like someone pricked them with a bee stinger, too full for my taste they look like they're going to explode with whatever keeps them so plump. My dark eyes always lined in kohl are too squinty for them to be bedroom eyes. Chipmunk cheeks that always look too full for my face to be as sexy as I like to think it is. The other girls with their slender bodies, pale skin, red hair, they have nothing on me. Well nothing but pretty mouths and smooth cheeks.

The thing is, I'd never trade my body for theirs. The curves I have set me aside. Big enough to catch the eye of whatever unsuspecting male I needed to do my bidding, big enough to make the other girls jealous. Big enough to be perfect. Tiny waist and those big ole hips offset it all. I couldn't ask for anything more, unless someone was handing out height. I wish I was as tall as the "normal" girls in our district, instead I just hardly reach most boys shoulders. Five feet three inches was all I was given, another six inches and I'd be happy.

Personality:

I have to be the best. Have the Best. Hang out with the Best. Date the Best. Nothing else is good enough. I'm manipulative as a snake as well. I don't let anyone bullshit me. If I want you or what you have bad enough, eventually with a pouty look, smooth words, or flat out whining you'll give it to me. If not I'm going to make your life a living hell.

I'm not that bad deep down. I love my friends more than life its self...till they do better than me. Loyalty is my biggest strength, cause without it I'd be easy to hate. I'm such a jealous bitch that I even piss off my mom and dad. Its not my fault they taught me to appriciate the finer things in life. The fact that we're only in District 4 and not the Capitol is one of the biggest frusrations I can think of. I'm better than those girls in their fancy clothes, even though I'd love to be wearing them.

Try as I may I can't get over the urge to make people do what I want them too. Its like a drug, a powerful feeling to know you're in control. Too bad it seems to only work with guys...well not really, guys run the world so if I run them...Ha! I'm not the smartest girl school wise, but street smarts are better anyway. Tell me a reason not to want more, and I'll prove you wrong, more is always better, and better is always best.

History:

I didn't start off with the best. No not at all, my dad was a lowly fishman, struggling to keep up with the Joneses and failing miserably. My first 5 years I've worked to block out from that shit hole of a house. Hardly enough food, clothes, love to go around. When "mom" got pregnant with number 8 I was shipped to the community home. Dirty nasty place, all of us kid corralled in a dorm style building with just a few money hungry "gaurdians" to watch over us. Thank god the Ramos family couldn't have kids.

They saw me one day after school, Ms. Ramos said she'd never seen so much personality is to such a little body. I was "no taller than a barnical" but already telling the other kids that they were doing it wrong. After a few months Mr. Ramos agreed that they wanted me. So they came and took me away. The Ramos family was known for their pearls, always so perfectly crafted. The first day I was in their house they gave me a pearl necklace and told me I was theirs now. I was groomed and cultivated just like their perfect pearls, made into the little girl to be envied, but that just made my green streak even worse. If I didn't get the best Daddy heard about it. In scream and tears and empty threats til he gave in.

As a teenager it only got worse, boys became my new focus. Clothes, Shoes, School, it all fell by the wayside. I wante the attention from the other sex. I wanted them to look at me like I was a trophy to be won. I'd have a new one every week, if daddy said they were good enough. I liked them older, more mature, able to spoil me the way I deserved. Mom said she was looking for the perfect pearl for me, going to make sure I had nothing but the best for the rest of my life.

Codeword: Hey Odair you are!
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Zodic Plot, Scorpio