[Illusion Moss] [District 2]

Thin oval face stuck in a never-leaving partial smile, smooth pink lips parted ever so slightly, revealing pure white teeth. A smooth, pretty little nose compliments her dazzling pecan-shaped honey colored eyes. The blemished on her face ruins the look but she never did care. Wavey, dark chocolate brown hair reaches her mid back. It is soft and smooth, hardly ever tangled. Her light skin sunburns easily, so she trains indoors.

Her body is thin with a considerable amount of muscle, though thought of as small in her District. She is well fed and healthy. She has long legs, but her knees and elbows are unattractively pointy. She wears a dark purple shirt and jeans. On reaping day, she wears a soft velvet deep violet dress that reaches just past her knees. She always wears the same old pair of tennis shoes.

Illusion, or "Lucy" by some, is a loner. She does not want friends, never has and never will. She prefers to stay on her own terms, and be best friends with herself. Not exactly the toughest looking career around, her skill is in stealth. She will steal you blind if you are not careful, slip something nasty in your drink before you can blink an eye. She finds everything even remotely optimistic, thinking of at least one good thing in nearly any situation.

To Lucy, everyone is after her. She is very paranoid, and tries to exclude people from her life at all costs to make sure no one hurts her. When she trains she picks the loneliest corner and picks up something she isn't too good at to avoid drawing attention. If she were to train in her favorite - the slingshot - she fears people would find her childish and weak. Thing is, her aim is pretty darn good. Her father has tried to recommend the bow for her, but she refuses to try it.

Lucy is a hider, too. She finds places to hide anywhere, whether it be to think, to plot, or to simply get away from a crowd. Her favorite colors are brown and violet, and when she closes her eyes, she sees the beauty. She has an imagination that is priceless. It calms her, it keeps her from overreacting, and it gives her ideas. Her creative side is one of great worth as well.

Her parents were Labyrinth and Shadow Moss, and she was the youngest of four. Her two older brothers, both six years older than her, Dante and Prism. Her sister, who is three years older than her, is named Misericordia. Her grandmother Memory lived with them as well. From a young age Lucy was exposed to her mother's foul attitude, pushing everyone around and calling them names. As a young child Illusion had been extremely sensitive, and every name she was called sent her to tears. The family put up with it for a while until she was seven, and her father slapped her. She was quiet.

She was too quiet for their liking, though. At that young age she had decided not to speak anymore, but simply to let them tell her what to do. It worked out, for a little while, until the not answering questions annoyed her father again. The usually calm man beat her until she passed out, and she was not able to get up for another week. By this time she was ten, and by this time she had found the way to please them. Be quiet. Answer. Walk away.

When she was twelve she discovered her mother with another man. She ran to tell her father, who immediately wanted a divorce. Her siblings hated her for tearing apart the family, and a month later her grandmother died. All the blame was placed upon her young head, and she held it up hard.