Dahlia Vea, D6 {DONE!}
Feb 24, 2011 11:48:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2011 11:48:21 GMT -5
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Her name is Dahlia Alexa Vea. She is eighteen years of age, making her home in the sixth district of Panem. Her family sometimes calls her Doll or Dolly, both nicknames that she absolutely abhorred when she was younger, but tolerates now. Her life is fabulously normal, or so she wants everyone to think.
Tonight I'm dressin' up.
Although she was quite the tomboy in her youth, Dahlia now places a great amount of value upon her outward appearance. She has all the necessary components for what many people would call classic beauty. Dahlia has a fast metabolism that keeps her five-foot-five frame pared down to a weight of a hundred and ten pounds, long, lean legs that comprise most of her height, a clear complexion of olive skin that is slightly lighter-toned than the rest of her family's, and a curvaceous feminine figure that is an unusual contrast to most of the stick-skinny inhabitants of her home district. She has several scars and blemishes along her arms and legs from her childhood, as she often played rough with boys that were bigger than her and hurt herself frequently. A very noticable imperfection is that the fingers of her left hand are all turned at odd, crooked angles from a red rover accident when she was ten.
Dahlia's face is what many would call angelic, heart-shaped and clear of blemishes, the light olive skin glowing and healthy across her high cheekbones. The nose is slightly more prominent than she would like it to be, its length not really noticable unless you are looking at her profile. Her eyes are overlarge and a bright gray-blue with thick, dark lashes, the colors shifting depending on what she is wearing. The size of her eyes makes her appear to be much younger, and gives her an innocent appearance. Sleek black hair falls in naturally-tousled waves to her shoulders, and she has straight bangs that either fall to about the height of her eyebrows or are pinned back from her face. She tends to wear quite a bit of makeup, gravitating toward bright pinks and other"popping" colors.
Dahlia's clothing choices are... different. She has a huge love for all things vintage, and tends to wear a lot of things that belonged to her grandmother, who was about her size. Everything she wears is excessively feminine, and her favorite colors are baby pink and mint green. While she'll sometimes wear shorts or pants, she loves dresses and will usually be seen in some sort of vintage frock, a flower in her hair. Dahlia likes to wear pastel colors, which are festive without being obnoxiously bright. While the way she dresses wouldn't exactly be considered provocative, she tends to gravitate toward tighter and lower-necked clothing than most people would dare to go out in. Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it.
I'll take these suckers down, 'cause they just get in my way.
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While she doesn't exactly have a split personality, Dahlia acts very differently around males than she does with females. Her paradigm on life is multi-layered, and she is actually a very complex person. There are some simplistic, superficial traits she has, one of these being a pathological need for attention. Dahlia isn't happy unless she is the life of the party, the center of the conversation. It doesn't matter to her if what people are saying about her is good or bad, as long as they're saying something.
There is one more personality aspect that is universal to the way the eighteen-year-old acts, regardless of whether she is around girls or boys. Dahlia, to make it short and sweet, doesn't take anybody's crap. She doesn't shy away from a fight, and refuses to give up. She has very strong convictions and is extremely stubborn, refusing to ever admit that she is wrong about something. At the heart of her personality, Dahlia is actually a pretty abrasive person, more in-your-face than most people.
Around females, the darker side of Dahlia comes out. She has never liked girls, feeling that they are all petty and superficial. However, as a method of self-preservation, Dahlia can be openly catty, conniving, and a backstabber. She can betray someone who she does not view as a friend without batting an eye. Her loyalties shift quite a bit, because, at her core, Dahlia is a user. She keeps people around for as long as they can do something for her, then drops them and moves on. She only makes strong ties with a very select few people, almost all of whom are male.
Speaking of males, Dahlia is far more pleasant around the opposite gender. her best friends have always been guys, and as of late she's turned into quite a flirt. While she has a very distinctive dark side, Dahlia can be very sweet, charming, and witty. She's not at the top of her class, but she's intelligent enough. Her habit of using people does not limit itself to females. She's admittedly used her share of boys for multiple reasons that we won't go into, so there are quite a few guys around the District who will say that she's a cold-hearted temptress. However, her personality can be so winning that few of her victims realize what's happening before she dumps them and moves on.
There are times when Dahlia seems... different. She'll come into school sometimes looking zoned-out, not really talking to anyone. It is during these times that she draws, incredible sketches working their way onto a page of math notes or an English assignment. She's never taken an art class before, so no one really knows how she developed this skill. As for the strange behavior, everyone just chalks it up to being overcome with muse... After all, Dahlia's not stupid enough to come to school high or anything, right?
I don't wanna be one of the boys.
Dahlia has grown up in a fairly wealthy family. The Veas had only two children, first Nikko, and then five years later Dahlia came along. As children, the two were very close. Little Dahlia was a tomboy throughout her youth, all braided pigtails and jean overalls, tagging along behind her big brother, always playing with the boys. She could play rugby, throw a killer fastball, fight boys twice her size and have them begging for mercy by the time she was done with them.
Everything changed for Dahlia when her big brother discovered girls. Nikko no longer had time for his annoying kid sister, and he started getting irritated when she tried to tag along. Dahlia found out soon after that that she was no longer accepted among her brother's friends. No one wanted the little tomboy around anymore, they were too busy chasing after the pretty girls who wore lipstick and had shiny hair. Dahlia was no longer the center of attention, and it nearly drove her insane.
Throwing pigtails and overalls behind her forever, Dahlia began poring over Capitol beauty magazines, applying her first eyeliner with shaky hands. She went through an awkward stage, as all young girls do, legs shooting her height upward as they grew, curves appearing where there had previously been angular planes. Initially, she tried to emulate what she saw in her magazines, neon shades and far too much makeup. But the look just wasn't her, she decided. Dahlia was going through trunks of things left over from her grandmother's teenage years when she found the dress. It was a beautiful, baby-pink thing, all gauzy cotton and ruffles. Deciding that it was perfect, she raided the rest of the boxes, grabbing anything that caught her eye. With practice, she developed a good sense of style by the time she was in her ending years of middle school, now shopping at thrift stores for clothing. Her budding beauty finally refined, Dahlia was the center of attention again, with her tastefully eccentric clothes and alluring gray-blue eyes. The boys looked at her again, and she was happy.
The only unhappiness in Dahlia's life was that things between her brother and herself never returned to normal. The two siblings who had once been inseparable were now distant and even sometimes hostile to one another. Their parents tended to favor Dahlia, spoiling her since she was the baby, which didn't sit well with Nikko. The fights began as little snappy comments exchanged in the hall but gradually built up to screaming matches that shook the whole neighborhood. Dahlia hated the fact that her brother refused to let her grow up and stop being his kid sister, and Nikko disliked the fact that she was dating his friends. Eventually the Vea siblings settled into a tense, rarely-broken silence, all forms of the bond they had once shared severed.
The first time Dahlia tried LSD, it was an accident. Rifling through the medical kit full of projects her father had brought home from the lab, she had mistaken the experimental drug for painkillers, popping the bright-pink capsules in hopes of getting rid of a headache brought on by a screaming match with her brother. The effects were immediate, and when she snapped out of her daze, Dahlia found herself staring at an immaculate drawing of her family, happy as they had once been. Never having had artistic talent before, and frankly liking the feeling that the drugs gave her, Dahlia slowly began taking more and more of the little pink pills that she found in the kit, hoarding them, only stealing enough so as not to be noticed when her father took the project back to the lab.
Dahlia doesn't tell anyone about her habit, preferring to keep her secret under wraps. She continues her life as though everything is normal, even though her family is broken, she sometimes can't live with herself for the way she uses people, and she knows that she is slowly becoming addicted to the little pink pills that give her inspiration.
Codeword:
Odair
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