Aphrodite Lauretto-D8(Finished)

Aphrodite Lauretto

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A blast of sunset colors fill the sky.

Reds! Oranges! Yellows! But me,I'm blue.I'm this beautiful color that brings delight yet sadness. The delight of my beauty but the sadness and fact that i'm not looking for love. Me, Aphrodite Lauretto,would much rather be in the Capitol where daydreams become reality. Instead, I am here in District 8 picking cotton for a living where I barely make enough money to eat. I look in the books of when the Districts used to be called the United States. It says that this place was the best to be and freedom was given willingly as long as you obeyed the laws. Death was the severest punishment and they would make it quick. Here in the districts the worst punishment is dying shamefully and torturous.This is no place for a 17 year old girl.

Appearance

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"Stop drooling," Pft. All guys are idiots when it comes to the looks of females. I've had to deal with this my whole life and it's got so old i'm used to now. Ever heard of the saying 'Love is blind'? Well, in which way? In look or personalty? To me it's in looks because I will be honest here, people think i'm pretty though I a bit weary of it. The guys i've encountered have made complete fools of themselves and would just stare at me though I have a couple good friends here and there like my friend, Ares.

This is going to be sort of hard for me to explain myself looks wise since i'm all about what's on the inside, not out so here I sit in front of a mirror staring at myself like an alien. Anyways, my hair is a dark brown. Secretly, an extremly thin piece of blond hair come down from the roots though you can only see it if you look closely.It's straight and flows all the way down to my arm pits and maybe even an inch longer. It's always kind of frizzy since I can't afford some fancy conditioner like the capitolites though I can daydream up some images of me with the hair stuff. I brush my hair with an old carved one from a tree and it hurts my head. My bangs are hidden in my hair, being tossed around playfully by the wind. Also, my hair is split equaly in the middle of my head by a part.

My face is the part of me, thats me! I have hazel eyes that you could say have a brown tint around the pupil with a dark vibrant green in the color area till the line around my pupil is the same green but a little lighter close to a neon green but not exactly that color. My eyelashes are long and thick which take me forever to pluck them with my fingers. They also have the hue close to my hair but a little dark so they look like eyelashes. My eyebrows are full and bushy though I take tape every year and wax right in between my nose so I don't grow a unibrow. They are also the color of my hair which makes sense since eyebrows are normaly that color.

My nose is the one thing i'm not happy with about myself though I really shouldn't judge myself but I guess it's human? My nose has a small bump in the top though it's barely noticable. It isn't too pointed but it is a little sharp for my liking. My cheeks are sharp and pronouned. They don't have any wrinkles yet but it's bound to happen. Comes age leaves beauty or so my grandmother said. My lips are tinted a fleshy pink and match well with my skintone which is light.

I have a long neck which could be good in some cases. My arms are really long and when stretching I can pop them out of socket and stretch them all the way to my butt. My elbows are sharp and pointed, good for jabbing into some guy's stomach for trying to flirt with me. Working your way to my wrists you will find my veins show a dark blue and when I hold them hard enough it hurts like hell. I also have smallbones and I know because my arm bone doesn't stick out to my wrist. Looking at my hands you will find that they are boney. My pointer fingers and pinkies are slightly tilted toward my middle finger which is straight. My knuckles are large though because I pop them. My finger nails are plain and skin tone though I do get little wounds around them.

My torso is small and straight. I have small breasts and typically don't have to wear a bra. I have hardly any curves at all though I guess this is what I get for inheriting a high metabolism and because of this I weigh 139 pounds. I get acne on my back and it annoys the crap out of me! I will be sitting there picking at them like someone who is nasty which of course, that really is nasty. I am 5'9 and quite tall for my age. Most of this height comes from my legs which are hairy unless I get to cut them with a blade. Most of the time when I do they get cuts all over them so I don't usually bother and just hide them.

My typical outfit consists of a tank-top, ripped jeans, and bare feet. The tank top is a dark brown with light brown flowers around the shirt collar. The jeans are my little secret to hiding leg hair and cuts. They aren't a name brand but they work just as good and are just as comfortable. They are light blue with a metal button and a zipper to keep them on. My feet are my shoes. They are medium sized and my second toe is the same size as big toe. I also get blisters a lot from running a lot but that's alright.

A knife is always hidden in my left pocket mainly because I expanded the pocket using old leather and now it fits. The knife has a wooden handle which reads these letters; A.L. for my name. The blade part of the knife isn't too sharp but it could cut through bone if needed. I like to daydream that it won't happen but you never know with this crazy world. I used to always sharpen the knife once a year on an old abandoned house far enough where no one would hear or see. I almost got caught once but I hid inside the house where no one but someone my size could crawl into.

For reaping day I wear a short black dress which shows off what curves I have. It's not much but it's the same old dress i've worn for 6 years and it hasn't given out on me yet. The bottom has some poof to it that makes it child like and the top is strapless. I wear a long furry jacket with it and some old high heels my father got my mother back a long time ago. I never wear them because I always fall at least once in then. My hair is always put into a bun on reaping day because father doesn't have the money to get it done proffesionaly but that's alright with me because honestly I hate it when they poke and prod at my hair with their scissors and fancy tools.

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I am the person who is usually in a cheery mood and likes to help unless you do something to really irratate me like flick my nose or flirt with me. You could call me the cheery tree since im always happy and im tall. Nevermind, it's not the best nickname in the world but it's that improvization for ya. You always follow the rules by going with it then realize how stupid you were for going with it and slap yourself in the face. It sounds just like improvization for you and it's realivly similar to life. It even continues to go on after all the pain and misery.

I have a learning disorder that kills my math skills. I can't seem to do math very well but I mean simple math like 1+ didgit addition come easily to me. I can't do a lot of it so I usually have to ask my friends for help. I would get a tutor but I just can't afford one and my dad is making me pay rent and buy my own things. now because of this I pick cotton for cotton jackets in which I also make on some days. Anyways, I also have a hard time listening to my teachers because of this disorder as well. It seems like i try and try but I always get lost in my daydreams. I will sit here and imagine being in the Hunger Games or getting whipped because that's what school reminds me of, pure torture.

So far I am in high school and should be graduating when im 18. From then on I will have to spend the rest of my life working in the fields.I barely passed 6th grade because of one my math teachers. Her name was Mrs.Isaac and she was the most blunt teacher I ever had. She claimed that I didn't have a disorder and I was just making it up for an excuse. I even paid good money for the doctor to even write it out. A note read the words and everything but she still wouldn't believe it. She was honestly the worst teacher I ever had.

Singing is one of my hobbies and I will randomly do it in public on accident. During whippings I will sing a quiet song to pray for that poor soul being whipped by the sick peacekeepers. Sometimes I will sing to my father and he cries because I remind him of my mother. I love to play Baseball and usually play first base. It is another thing my dad loves to watch me do because it reminds him of my mother. Finally, I love to run. Sometimes, I sneak into the forest just to run for miles and miles at a time.

For someone to allow me to talk about my daydreams is like a whole new world for me. I remember one time during school I was dreaming about the Hunger Games. I was a career and I stood tall over a rock when I saw someone coming at me from behind and I took my axe quickly and sliced off their head. I remember screaming while daydreaming about it and I got a detention that lasted the whole week in the morning and after school.Another thing I love to talk about is love. I don't really feel the need for myself to love but when someone else does I put people together as if they needed to meet there whole life!

Truth. This is the one word that can knock us down or bring us together. You may tell your friend that they look good in an outfit to make them feel good but honestly they look like a total mess. I don't just want to sit there and watch her look like a fool. I would tell her because she needs to know. I would want her to tell me the same thing. I mean, wouldn't you?

Caring. Another simple word most of us don't know the true meaning to. To care is to take one under your wing and make them feel comfortable and you fit in with them. You don't just hide in the shadows while you and your "gang" rough it up a bit on someone you don't know. That person has a life too and it's terrible to hurt another person because they are just like you. They have feelings and they want to give you respect but they can't because you can't give them any damn respect yourself!


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Since 5 years olf i've picked cotton and helped my father gather that week's salary to eat. The pay was low and we rarely got to eat anyways since of course District 8 is pretty poor. It was normal to go to bed with a growling stomach and it still is. Normal protocal is the way the sick peacekeepers would say it. Back when I was younger I used to have a pretty little dress I wore everywhere, even when picking and I used to get compliments from peacekeepers on it.

I can never look a peacekeeper in the eyes ever since they took away my mother. We honestly thought she was dead because they caught her hunting in the forest. She was actually turned into an Avox. I remember the day she was whipped like it was yesterday. The air was filled with a metalic smell when I approached the whipping post and saw my mothers's wrists puring blood and bound to the post on the stage. I sang her the prayer and waited. It was all an 8 year old girl could do.

Later that night she never came home. We thought she had died from the 100 whippings she was to recieve. We left at 50 because my father had broke down in tears along with myself because we were losing a love one so dear, so, so close to us. She was everything and taught me how to use my A.L. Knife. She even carved it herself.

Later that month we got a letter from the Capitol saying my mother had been turned into an Avox for the sake of her wrong doings and that we shall never be reunited and if we were they would make sure to make us Avox's along with her. It was thread that my father going to take down. He wanted both of us to become avox's but he didn't want me to be emotionless and have to live my life that way.

I remember my first reaping like it was a day ago though it was 6 years ago. I wore that same old dress and it was new at the time. My father told me to hold my breathe andstay calm, so I did and luckily I wasn't chosen. I imagined what would happen if I did and if I would fall over the stairs in my high heels. It was a funny yet scary moment in my life and it has gotten easier in the past years. It seems like each time it gets less likely then more likely. My name should be in the ball 18 times this year. It is a little frightening but we don't draw a lot of tessera.

I was 13 when I met a group of kids similar to myself. They all had unique names and two of them like me but don't have a good way of not showing it. It is kind of funny though when they don't think I know. I try to keep peace in the group but Hades is always trying to start trouble. Sometimes I just want to stab him and tell him to stop but what good would that do? none. Exactly what I mean by that...[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size]

Im finished I luv my face claim just as much as my old one. Especially since this one is rainbow colors...

Sorry for the inconvience but as your rules state, characters must have flaws! Unless you get plastic surgery Anyways, thanks for the tips and all the errors have been corrected. My bio is now ready to be re-revised and reviewed.

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