AVALON [D13] {FINISHED}

Her personality. Now that’s when her father comes in. she got his traits. Like his stubbornness. She won’t just give in a too a diplomatic answer she has to be right all the time, even when she’s wrong, that trait used to be stronger when she was younger, but as she’s grown older she has learnt to understand more. More on why she isn’t always right and her stubbornness lessened. But sometimes it plays up like a storm.

Another trait that she was lucky enough to inherit was his cheekiness. She doesn’t even realise she has it until a moment arises where she can’t hold her tongue the comment just falls out of her mouth. Like second nature. She has never really been liked, but she brings that on herself. Being a bitch to people. That doesn’t help, but she doesn’t mind, she’s always been different.

Avalon gets irritated easily, and like her stubbornness she got it from her, rat bag, of a father. Like if you make an irritating sound she will stick her claws down your throat. if you make the wrong comment she’ll bite your tongue off, the comment won’t of been worth saying. But she tries to control it, tried to hold her tongue, but some people are just unlucky.

But she does have a nice side. She loves children. She could never see one in pain without trying to help them, it’s more than what her parents ever did for her. That where she believes she got the talent from. For trying to be nothing like her parents, even though she may look and act likes them. Her love for children is her strongest trait, and nothing will get in her way to make them happy.

Life has never really out worked out well for Avalon, far from perfect. Let’s start with her hate for her parents. They have never been there for her. She had to face the difficult times in life on her own. To tell the truth they abandoned her when she was born, leaving her to defend herself. She was an accident, a result of some fun. Well that sure made her feel worthless. How would you feel if you were a result of some fun? Well it doesn’t feel good.

She was left on the front door step of an orphanage at the Capitol, where she was taken care of until she was old enough to live without their support. She grew very independent, not wanting anyone’s help, as though they just got in her way. She had to feel that way, she didn’t know who to rust, or if she could even trust anyone. Because maybe if she did start to trust them… it might all happen again, so to the point, she has lead a closed life, kept to herself.

Then she found out that she didn’t have to stay in the Capitol. That she could take refuge at District 13, which they still existed. But she knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as hopping on a train and being delivered right to their door step, she knew it was going to involve more than that. But she took the risk. Because really what did she have to lose? She had no family, friends, no one she could trust, so she went for it.

It was a difficult journey, travelling through the districts following false hope. But she knew that… that if she could just get there she could start knew. Be a different person, one that’s she always wanted to be. So she kept going, concentrating on the little hope that she had. When she got there, she was over the moon. It actually existed. She was going to be fine. Her hopes and dreams had come true, she could start over and that’s what she did.