SYRACUSE YOUNG || D4 || {done!}

SYRACUSE YOUNG || D4 || {done!} Jun 19, 2013 6:52:04 GMT -5

Post by tilly on Jun 19, 2013 6:52:04 GMT -5

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F I R S T ; N A M E Syracuse

L A S T ; N A M E Young

A G E Fifteen years old

D I S T R I C T Four

A P P E A R A N C E

In a world with so many gorgeous girls, Syracuse is fairly average. Impish is probably a good place to start. Everything about her is rather pointed. Take her ears, for example: Syra’s ears stick out an awful lot. She’s not particularly self conscious about the things, but she doesn’t love them either. Small in build but large in personality everything about Syra goes a million miles an hour and is just a little bit bigger than life. She usually doesn’t care about her appearance, but there taking she often sights her nose: long, and flat as a pancake. She doesn’t really periodically deal with oral hygiene, and as a result of this her teeth are slightly crooked, and seem to jut out at odd angles, leaving much to be desired. Syra is very aware of her lack of physical presence- it is another think she dislikes about herself. She wishes that she could command an entire room’s attention by her presence alone. As it is, she is still capable of commanding attention, but she has to work for it.

Syra is of mixed ethnicity noticed in the tone of her cappuccino coloured skin. Most people see her mother’s appearance in her, but watching the way she smiles or the facial expressions she makes the scream someone different, her father. She got her mother’s dark brown eyes that are perpetually half-lidded and chapped, thin lips. She got the shape of her mother’s face and she definitely got her mother’s hair. Syra has dark brown hair, to the point it is actually mistaken for black. Syra’s hair is excessively oily, and boring straight strands stick out of her scalp . She’s tried everything, but you definitely notice just how thick her hair is, which makes it hard to tame. She could be described as voluptuous in a way; she’s curvy and chest isn’t flat. Syra stays in shape due to a high metabolism and a fondness for early morning walks around the district.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

When Syracuse Young was still just a kid, she was obsessed with what other people thought about her. She was raised by her grandparents on a wealthy side of District 4. The young girl cared ultimately too much about image, and it basically ruled her life in the way that it never should for a small child, as she was. This is the kind of thing that should be more relevant in the biography, but it must be mentioned here because it made the personality she has today. Because, at some point, Syra just got sick of it. Well, she did a bit more than that, but elaboration requires consulting the history section. The point is, a dramatic change of her values and personality led to the person she is today, a sort of reckless and cynical individual.

For one thing, Syra seems to have decided to not give a flying fuck about what others think of her, which is admirable on the surface, sure, but there is something to be said about caring for what others think of you. Caring about such things makes people, for example, a bit more cautious with their words and their actions- in general, people who care a bit get further, because they know what people want or expect and can mold themselves around that in order to get further in their lives. Syra spent much of her young life doing just that, but it seems as though her chameleon juice has been squeezed out of her, and she now doesn't appear to have it in her to be anything less than brutally honest and cruelly sarcastic, even when it can seriously hurt people around her- even when the people being hurt are completely innocent of all wrongdoings. Her bluntness is the sort to, if asked her first opinion of someone, point-blank tell them that she thought they looked like a fish, though that is a rather soft example of it.

Dancing around the feelings of others is not her style anymore, in all honesty, but losing that habit has come to make her not the most desirable sort of person when it comes to friends. She'd rather be completely honest than the sort of person to lie through their teeth, though, and at least her sarcasm is such that it still reveals her actual feelings. It is very difficult to be misguided about how Syra feels about something, because if asked, she will tell you the truth, and if not asked, one can usually read it from her expressions or her actions. Syra is intelligent enough in the classroom, but she fails to apply her skills to real life. This may or may not be due to unconscious ignorance, but she prefers to see it as her forgetfulness. Some, especially authority figures, see Syra as a loose cannon. Despite this, and her complete bluntness, she's quite calm in that sense. She does shout, don't get me wrong, but it's not out of an out-of-control temper. Syra tends not to over think things, letting her words flow out. She isn't completely guilt-free, after all, she gets seemingly random pangs of guilt, which stick with her for a long time.

H I S T O R Y

Syra was raised by her grandparents, Niko and Francine James. She never knew her father, who never knew that she existed, and her mother had given birth to her when she was still young and irresponsible. For a good portion of her life, in fact, Syracuse had believed her mother to be her sister, having been raised to believe so. Whether as a sister or a mother figure, Shiloh Young was never particularly present anyway, possessing a sort of wanderlust and recklessness that had her rarely staying in the same place for long. This, besides the fact that they didn't want their daughter to lose her chance at youth, is why Syra was raised by her grandparents for a large portion of her life. It was a modest life, though she was provided for well enough, and the trio lived in a moderately sized house on the wealthier side of the district.

Young and insecure, she did everything in her power to gain the approval of her peers, even if that meant changing her values to fit theirs. She was desperate, in fact, to be accepted, and this seemed to breed a low self esteem for the young woman, and a tendency to be something she wasn't. She had been doing it from such a young age, however, that she couldn't honestly say who she really was. Regardless, it worked to an extent. Living like a chameleon, unfortunately, can only manage to sustain weaker bonds, especially when it comes to children. She would be in the group, but just barely hanging on to the edges, like a planet or a moon that is only just barely within the gravitational pull of a larger, more radiant thing. The desire to fit in was greater than the need to be herself, and that desperation was a major flaw for her. The kids manipulated the fact they had a desperate person in the class and began to make her do their 'dirty work'. She snapped, eventually, and lashed out on her classmates. This landed her a place in a mental institution.

In that facility, she learned to be sarcastic, independent, and cynical. To be honest, the person that she endangered the most was likely herself. She had the habit of picking fights with the older kids, and refusing to admit why she had done so when interrogated. In actuality, much of those fights were caused by her jumping in to protect another, but she believed that the faculty didn't care anyway, and wouldn't listen if she told them this truth. So, she got into fights and was often beaten to a pulp, but this made her stronger and, eventually, she was not the one losing these fights. She was in that orphanage for three years, from fifth to seventh grade, and through her years earned a reputation among the underdogs as a reluctant sort of hero, and among the faculty and older kids as, to quote, 'a little shit.' Not that she cared, because a) she believed herself to be just what they called her and b) she was done warping herself to better fit the images of others.

She was allowed to return home for the summer of seventh grade, and went to visit her grandparents, naturally. At some point while she was there, her mother came to visit. One night, she could hear her mother screaming at her grandparents, insulting them and such, acting as though they had done a poor job of raising her. This angered her, naturally, and she left the house because she just couldn't take it anymore. Her grandmother came out to find her, and told her that her mother was still in the house, and her grandfather was right behind the grandmother. Then, it just kind of happened. Syra rarely hurts others without provocation, and even then it is usually in the defense of others, because she doesn't always consider herself worth fighting about. But at that moment, she couldn't help a dark thought from slipping through her mind, and the desire behind it was strong enough to take effect. She grabbed a lighter and lit the house on fire.. But Niko hadn't left the house yet, and was still in there. Syra quickly put the fire out, but it was too late- her grandfather and mother had both perished in the fire. This crushed her thoroughly, and the young woman seemed to lose the life In herself.[/SIZE]

F A C EC L A I M Josie Loren

T H E M E;S O N G Holocene by Bon Iver