Capitol ] Aiden Pierce // finished

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. appearance .

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Standing at five foot four with a styled mop of dark blond hair, Aiden feels tiny. Absolutely tiny, with slender appendages and limbs. He's not all that big in other ways too. While he lacks the bulging muscles of the District Careers he- "Well," says the Author, "Let's admit it, Aiden, you're skinny, scrawny and pretty, and you like it that way." Which, of course, the Author knows nothing about. Shut up, he thinks because he's not at all skinny or scrawny. He's slender

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The tint to his skin is completely natural, Aiden thinks with pride. Mother always told him that when he was born, the light brown color of his skin was in fashion and all the aunts and uncles cooed over him. (He doesn't know from which parent his skin originates from, as Mother's skin is constantly changing with fashion trends and Father... that's a story for later.) He has also kept the pale sea-blue color of his eyes, though he prefers green and has an endless supply of contact lenses in all the shades of green.

As for his face, well, Aiden takes pride in his belief that his face is one to die for. The angles are not too sharp on his face, and the planes not so steep. Mother calls him her little girl for a reason, and he beams at what he believes to be praise. His big eyes are framed naturally with thick lashes and his lips are plump, pink and full. "Are you going to talk about your nose, Aiden?" the Author teased, "About how it is imperfect because your skinny butt couldn't fight off the bullies?"

It's only broken, it is not imperfect! He self-consciously touches the bumpy ridge of his otherwise pert nose, and as though habitually, he reaches for his throat to trace the long scar the oaf of a doctor left. He shakes his head, shoulder-length hair not quite long enough to cover the pale, obvious scar.

His clothes, usually, are quite trendy, or Mother says they are. He tries to follow a pattern of green - it's his favorite color, can't you tell? - and prefers warm fabrics to cover his frame.[/blockquote]

. personality .

"Vain," the Author says immediately. "Arrogant, snobbish, horrible little-" Aiden pushes his hair off his face and flashes a smile at any of those watching. He is not snobbish or arrogant, and he is horrible only to those who deserve it. But he does agree he is a little vain, but who in the Capitol isn't? We as a people adore watching ourselves in the mirror, it is a brilliant pastime.

"He tries his best to be charming," says the Author, "Tries to be as silver-tongued as any skilled seducer, and probably fails horribly." But he's had his share of conquests, so of course he has some charm. "He's usually the conquest, not the people he sleeps with." All lies. "But," the Author continues, leaning forwards conspiratorially, "I think he's actually a big softie underneath. He's looking for love, or just someone who could love him unconditionally as a friend or more. He needs attention, and tries to be different. He's a pretty lonely kid, you know. Used as a toy over and over again has to take its toll on you at some point."

Aiden feels as though he's lost control of this conversation, and he hates feeling out of control. He sulks, pouts and moodily kicks the Author off her chair with child-like petulance - a common occurrence, the Author assures grouchily, picking herself off the ground. Things are not going his way, and he does not like it at all. I know myself better than anyone, he thinks haughtily.

Beside him he hears, "He tries to put himself in the best possible light, y'know, cause he's actually a little wretch. He loves playing pranks on people, and that's caused him a bit of grief. But trust me, inside that boy is just a child who needs a hug every once in a while."

Lies.

. history .

Aiden has been brought up with two loving parents who doted on him. At least that's what he tells strangers - Mother adores him, calls him her darling, her pride and joy. Mother doesn't drink in this fantasy world, doesn't slap him over and over again to see the scratches deepen into actual cuts from her sharp and broken nails. She doesn't throw badly-aimed empty glasses of wine at him. Father boasts Aiden's achievements and didn't run off with some rich heiress, leaving Aiden to suffer at Mother's bony hands.

Aiden doesn't have to fend for himself most of the time, in that world, going to buy the food himself or choosing clothes off the rack. He doesn't look in tailor shops enviously to see his schoolmates getting all the new colors fitted and styled just for them. He doesn't get tossed around until the day his tormentors accidentally threw him into a sharp corner, and his neck opened up like a too full wallet so blood gushed out of his throat.

And that wasn't the day he met Father for the first time, Father who came at Mother's insistence to pay the bills ("He's your son! I never wanted to keep him. You deal with the consequences, you wanted him!"), didn't have to see the accusing shame in Father's eyes when he laid them on Mother's sleeping form by his bedside. He most certainly didn't beg Father to come home ("Father, please, Mother needs you, she misses you, and I want to get to know you - I want my father around-" "No, Aiden. I'm happier with my new family."), Father was the one who begged and Aiden was the one who turned him down with cold glee.

Aiden didn't, in that world, seek out pain when his tormentors became too afraid of being locked up to hurt him again. He didn't sneak into bars to have anyone hit him, hurt him, anything they wanted (and he didn't wait outside when his ID scans as fake). He didn't watch the Hunger Games with envy that they had the chance to be better, to hurt and be hurt, and to kill, to starve and set little fires to their enemies.

He didn't watch each Champion, wondering what it would be like to have their hands around his throat, or their knives against the skin covering his fragile, beating heart.

. codeword .

. face claim .

. comments&other .

Well. Aiden didn't turn out the way I thought he would. He went from a little wonky to the point of what have I done.

In any case, I hope this format of profile is fine with you (I'm not sure if it's descriptive enough, let me know if I have to change or add anything), and I'm really sorry if his past is too dark or anything. Again, let me know if any changes need to be made.

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