Misty Olivier - District 2

Misty stands at somewhere between five and five and a half feet tall. She is tiny, with little muscle or fat, not because she tries but because she has such a fast metabolism. Her head is small and her features are very angular. Everything about her stature is reminiscent of some ethereal creature. She has very pale skin and no matter how long she stays in the sun, it never tans nor burns.

When she was a little girl, her hair was originally light brown, not that you would ever know it. With her mother's money, she buys different colored dyes a few times a year and her hair has been every color under the sun. Currently, she has settled on a shade of pink similar to a sunset. Her eyes, no matter what her hair color, have always been the cold, misty blue she was named after. She hardly ever smiles but when she does, she shows crooked front teeth. They are an oddity to see compared to how everyone else in her district strives for perfection.

Misty has always been very independent and has never listened to anyone else. She doesn't feel like she needs anyone else to be successful and hates when people try to give her advice or tell her what to do. This was a huge disadvantage while she was training to be a Career as most of her trainers grew frustrated with her attitude. She refuses to take direction because she thinks she can figure it out all by herself. She likes to learn on her own and hates when she gets criticized which is part of her problem.

Misty has an extreme distrust of men. She can trust children and boys her own age but adult males make her afraid. She does not like having conversations with men, even male teachers, and this stems from all the men she's seen with her mother. She hates that they cheat on their wives, their girlfriends, that they go around in secret. She believes all they want is sex.

Misty is a very arrogant person a lot of the time. She believes her way is the best way and everyone else is wrong. She is very stubborn and will never take no for an answer. She doesn't work well with groups because she has control issues and wants to control all parts of the group project. She can be very bossy and doesn't like to let anyone else lead or give direction.

Her mother told her that her father was a quarry worker who got blown up in an explosion. She told her all there was left of him was a few ashes they could find and they scraped into a locked box her mother kept in her room. For a very long time, Misty believed her mother and hanged on her every word. For a long time, she never noticed what was really going on.

When she was six, that was when she started really questioning things. Her mother would be gone for a very long time every night, leaving her to fend for herself. Sometimes when she brought home, she brought men with her, and they went straight into her room, leaving Misty be. Everything clicked into place when Misty broke into the box that supposedly contained her father's ashes but instead contained money.

She was only eight years old when she confronted her mother about what was going on. Not one to beat around the bush when she got caught in a lie, her mother told her the truth. She was an escort, a woman paid to go out on dates with successful men. That made her successful too. Sometimes the men paid her a lot extra to go home with her.

As she started developing, the men who looked at her mother with an unending hunger started looking at her that way too. Their eyes lingered on her body a little too long for comfort. It wasn't long before she started spending her nights wandering the streets, hiding only when a Peacekeeper came around. They kept looking at her and seeing as her mother didn't care, for a while she trained as a Career, if only so she could break their hands if they dared to touch her.

None of them dared to touch her. She didn't know if it was because her mother told them to leave her be or if they witnessed the venom in her eyes as she stared them down. Now that she knew self defense, she stopped training with the other Careers. She didn't need to know how to kill people, she didn't want to. Now she spends her time out and about, doing anything but staying at home.

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