Everly Fiorelli --- Capitol

Name: Everly Penelope Fiorelli
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: Capitol
Appearance:

Everyly is every bit the girly girl. Her porceilin face never seen without makeup accenting its sharp angles, her hair never out of place. Dark chocolate colored and flowing she often added curls or highlights to make it stand out. Most the time though she was using it to cover her forehead when she felt was too large. Luckily to her she was born into a family in the Capitol, instead of some lowly district out in god knows where, so she had access to the dyes and cosmetics she needed to stay perfect. Her cheeks are smooth minus the deep dimples framing her mouth, dimples her daddy often put his finger in and said they were kisses from Angels. Her eyes were a deep hazel with flickers of green through out. More coffee brown toward the outer edges moving toward the darker espresso near the pupil. The lids were heavy and frequently lined with dark shadow. Her lashes were as dark as her hair and just as thick.

Her nose small and pointed, did nothing to detract from her thin rose lips. Thankfully, she had glosses and colors, she preferred a nice crimson, that gave her a little illusion of fullness. Everly was on the short side, around 5 feet 1 inches tall. Her heels helped mask the fact she hardly came up to anyone's shoulders. She was self conscious about it and feared it would have her always thought a child, instead of a woman.Her body was toned, her breasts a little too large for her petite frame. She was always outfited in what she felt were the top fashions. She'd never dye that pale ivory skin though, maybe tan a little, but not the extreme blues and gree and other colors you'd see on the other women in the Capitol.

[/color][/left][/blockquote]Personality:

Everly had a temper as hot as a spitfire, she could turn from the sweetest little girl you've met to a firey young devil in a split second. She had no problem telling you exactly what she thought of you, even if it meant losing that friendship. Her daddy told her that her mind was supposed to be spoken. Unless it was to a peace keeper, then she was told to flirt relentlessly. Bat her eyelashes, smile coyly with her pearly straight teeth, blush when they complimented her... and maybe one day they would want to marry her. Marry into money was the motto she lived by. Even better than a peace keeper would be a victor...

She enjoyed school and very smart. Too smart for her own good, especially since she didn't know how to hold her tounge. She had been known to tell teachers that they were wrong, and correct them with information she felt pertinent. She was fun, bubbly, and had lots of friends, who unknown to her it were just friends with her because of her dads money and her fancy home. Most people only could tolerate her snotty attitude for so long without losing their cool. She never really understood why she was called fake by people behind her back.

Her life was cushy and she expected it to say that way. She was used to coming home to a clean house, with clean clothes, and nice meals. She didn't know better than to assume that the people in her district were the same. She didn't train for the games, there were people out there that we more talented than she was and they'd tear themselves apart vying for a spot in the games. Let them do it, was her thoughts.

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[/blockquote]History:

Money. Money. and more, was a way of life for her. Everly had been taught that money equals happiness, and in the Capitol extravagance begets all things. She was born on a beautiful spring morning to a mother with the most enchanting green eyes she has ever seen. Even from birth Everly was demanding and harsh. She hated being set down and was held and rocked to sleep every night. Even still she won't go to bed without a night light on in her room.

As a young girl her mother would often take her shopping, spoiling her with clothes and jewelry, calling her a darling princess. Her mother often ushered her around in flouncy dresses and bows, showing her off to her friends. Everly didn't care that her mother used her as a living doll. For thats what she wanted to be. Someone who never aged, who never wanted, who never felt pain, or sadness. She wanted to be perfection. Anything less was a failure and was not to be tolerated. When she was 7 she was out with her mother and saw a small kitten in the street, she ran to see it and stumbled falling and tearing a hole in her dress and skinning her knees. The look of disappointment and disgust on her mother's face had her in tears, but the lecture from her father had scared straight into never being dirty or unclean in public again. Until her knees had healed her mother refused to take her out. Those were the worst and loneliest two weeks of her life.

As a teenager Everly found herself the center of attention where ever she went. It was her voice, husky and seductive. It was her body, sashaying though it belong to a much older woman. But most of all it was just the way she wanted to have all eyes on her. Once another girl though it would be a good idea to try to talk to the boy Everly had her eye on, that girl had left school in tears due to Everly spreading rumours about her sleeping around with several unpopular boys. Everly was not going to take being second fiddle to anyone, ever. Of course that boy that she wanted only was a temporary thing. He bored her after a month or two and she moved on. Not caring about his broken heart, or the girls reputation she ruined.

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[/blockquote]Codeword: ODair
Comments/Other:

Sorry my muse ran out at the end

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