Lotus Locke D7

Name: Lotus Locke
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

A common thought that rolls through peoples head when they find out her age are, “She that’s old?” Yes, sixteen and she already looks like she has suffered through a war. Lotus has a lanky body, scarred with bruises in different places from days of running around and tripping. Just enough muscles to fill the arms and legs. Her skin is awfully pale with a rough texture. She keeps her long blonde hair at a longer length and only cuts it once it get too much to handle. It tangles up frequently and takes pat and comb to keep down.

Most of the time her hair is greasy and left unwashed for weeks. She is thankful when rain comes, it gives her a free way to wash her hair; or even damp it. If rain does not come as often as she wishes she has to wash it with dirty water wherever she can find it. Her eyes are glazed over, always staring off into the distance. They look soulless and are not helped by the drooping bags under her eyes from not enough sleep. The only time they look alive is when she can find a comfortable place to sleep. Lotus’s face is harsh with a sharp angle that outlines her cheeks. She can mange to scarp by with her old clothes, but it gets harder everyday to find decent clothing to wear.

[/size][/blockquote]Personality:

Since that night, Lotus has lived in fear of peacekeepers. Whenever she sees one she heads for the shadows or wraps herself up a dusty blanket, anything to get her away from their sight. Lotus is paranoid of them for the reason that they might make her spill her secret which she keeps locked away. Many times on the streets she has been approached by them, most of the time when she is off guard. They try to talk to her but she squeals and runs. Many of them just think it’s an illness and leave her to be, others intend to get her to stay and ask what is wrong. The reasons she lives on such a small diet, she can’t risk them catching her if she starts to steal.

If caught in a social event not involving peacekeepers, she stays. Only depending on how she is feeling and even if she is prepared it can leave her very uncomfortable and mentally and emotional exhausted in a way she can’t describe. The only way she sees it is like running a long way through bushes and thorns to find the love of your life kissing someone else. But without an inch of a love for anyone boy or girl, it does not apply to her in any case.

She does not even wish for a guy to sweep her off her feet, but part of her heart desires to but the other half only thinks about her father and how he was to her mother. Lotus promises to herself she will only listen to the heart but only when her heart sees the right guy. But every guy she knows so far gets her heart to be cover by the worse side.

[/size][/blockquote]History:

She would of loved to have grown up normally, even in a poor house if it meant a good family. But she was born into a richer household that could last no day without an outburst. All of the time her dad, who was a grizzly man with a passion for drinking, would leave bruises and scars on her mother. Lotus had learned, over the years, how to avoid him, it was either after he had came home at night, leave him alone in the morning, well basically her plan was to avoid him and never try to look at him.

But one day it got too much and she woke up to the sounds of someone screaming. She often never heard it at night when her and her mother were asleep. She quietly tiptoed to face her father with a knife in his hand, rapidly plunging into her mother’s belly. She never knew what happened and never knew why there was a spark of courage but the next thing she knew she was dashing towards her dad. Grabbing the spare knife on the table and rearing up at him. Plunging it into his stomach just like he had done to her mother. It was so fast she did not even hear her thoughts as she threw the knife across the floor and dashed out of the house. It took her a while but she finally made it to the town with tears in her eyes and aches in her legs. That night she slept in an alley. And the morning after she awoke next to a key, all dirty and rusted but she slipped it in her pocket.

She was fifteen at that time and lived in absolute fear of any peacekeeper or anyone she had known. Sometimes she would sneak back to her old house through the back door that was not as heavily boarded as the front. She took coins and clothes, everything she could carry to handle herself in the street. But would never sleep in the house, it was hard enough to sneak in but it would be too much to sleep in the house where her terrible memories would haunt her. The reaping days were harder but she would be able to sneak in, get her blood taken and everything would be fine. Her talent of blending in to other kids her age and managing to scarp up a poor dress did made her blend in. Her nights on the street were always in places where peacekeepers would never go, even if it meant having to go near the dirtiest bar in the town and sleeping outside in the alley near it. She holds onto the key ever night as a symbol to keep her secrets locked away and lives in fear every day, still trying to get over her past.

[/size][/blockquote]Codeword: odair
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