Gemma Stone, District 1

Gemma Stone, District 1 Jan 7, 2013 14:29:18 GMT -5

Post by slyngenborg on Jan 7, 2013 14:29:18 GMT -5

GemmaStone

Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1

Appearance:
She had always lived up to her name, Gemma Stone. That’s what people said, anyways. “Beautiful as a gemstone”, they used to say, and she didn’t disagree. She was pretty, she knew that. Tall, and with long blond locks, high cheekbones, clear blue eyes, fair skin… She had the looks that made other girls green with envy, and boys stop and stare as she walked by. Her arched eyebrows were always perfectly plucked, and her makeup was flawless. Pretty.

She did have her complexes, though, as any other girl her age. Her lips were too small, but nobody ever seemed to notice, and if they did, they didn’t care. Her thighs were too big. Her jawline was undefined. But people didn’t notice that either. They just saw pretty. And Gemma liked that. She liked being “the pretty one”. She enjoyed the attention, enjoyed being considered pretty.

Always in high heels, fierce walk, back straight, head held high. She rocked all the latest trends, and was covered from top to toe in designer clothes. She didn’t mind if that made her come across as snobby or spoiled. It got her attention. It made people talk about her. Public Relations. All PR is good PR, isn’t that how the saying goes? And no matter how envy people were, no matter how snobby they though she was; they admired her. She was pretty.

Personality:
However, beautiful and pretty are two completely different matters. Beauty comes from within. Unfortunately, Gemma was lacking in that department, and yes, she was aware of it, but no, she didn’t bother changing it. Being cold, cruel and hard as rock was what she wanted to. If you were to describe her in just one word, insensitive would be a pretty good one. She lacked emotion. She never cried, she was difficult to please, and DID NOT feel empathy. There was, however, one emotion that she had lots of. Anger.

The smallest thing would tick her off on a bad day. That’s the reason why she was in such good shape. She found that running was the very best way to clear her mind, get some fresh air and channel the extreme anger. And she ran a lot. Almost every day. It helped a little, but the anger always returned. In addition to the running, she was also very good with the sword. Her parents always wanted her to be a tribute, so she was trained to become one. One of the careers. A volunteer. The only problem was that Gemma never felt the need to go into the games. If she was reaped, okay, she’d gladly go into it, but she didn’t want it so bad she would step up and claim her rights to fight.

Don’t get me wrong; there were some good sides to Gemma too. She wasn’t all that bad, even though you most likely think that by now. She liked socializing with other people, and if you were one of the special ones, one that could actually break through her shell, and befriend her, you should feel lucky. Once a friend, always a friend. That’s how Gemma looked at it. That’s why she was so careful with whom to become friends with too, so that she never made a friend that turned out to be an enemy. A friend that was to describe Gemma wouldn’t say insensitive, but kind, fierce, loving and passionate. That’s who she was deep inside. It just took some time to see it. But it was there. And that was her.

History:
Gemma was born, a late October night, into a rich and well-respected family, as their first and only child. Up until the age of nine, her parents gave her the attention a child needs. After that, she was pretty much ignored. Her parents loved her, don’t get me wrong, but as owners and runners of "gemStones", one of the leading jewelry production companies in the district, Dazzle and Sterling Stone were always out on some business trip, leaving Gemma to watch over the ginormous house, alone with her dog and as much money she would ever need. This forced her to grow up too soon, and she missed a lot of great potential childhood memories because of that.

As Gemma grew up, she met and seduced lots and lots of boys. They fell for her looks immediately. She was always one for flirting, and always on the lookout for true love. The only thing she really wanted was exactly that: True love. But she was unlucky. She’s never had a boyfriend. She’s still searching for Prince Charming, waiting for him, to come riding on his white horse. She usually got everything she put her eyes on, but the only thing she really, truly wanted, deep inside, was the one thing she never got. Or at least so it felt to her. The future has yet to come, and all she can do is cross her fingers and hope that someday, love will find her.

The year that Gemma turned 17, was also the year she decided to quit school. It wasn’t that she was stupid or anything, she was actually very clever, a logical thinker, and one of the best in her year. It was more the fact that she was sick of sitting there, day after day, listening to some teacher rambling on and on about grammar, formulas, or atomic structure, when she knew she would never get to use it. She was to take over “gemStones” anyways, and if that for some reason failed, her parent’s savings account was so big it could cover five generations after her to live a life in luxury. She did not need to worry, and so she didn’t. All she cared about, and cares about to this day, is trying to live her life to the fullest. Every day.

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