"Guardian" Angel Leviair D7(Finished)

Well I've always considered myself rather plain looking. I don't stand out in a crowd, my features match those of everyone around me. Yet, people say they can always pick me out, no matter how many people are around me. I just laugh and smile at them, what else can I do. Now I guess you want a real description now, I can't just leave you hanging like that.

I have long dark brown hair, it's my pride and joy to be honest. I'm not a vain person by any means, but I've always loved my hair. I suppose it goes back to when I was a little girl. My mom loved my hair, and each night she would brush it till it was as straight as possible and smooth to the touch. There are a few loose hairs that stick out here and there, but I don't need it to look perfect. It hangs down to my chest, long and flowing, with a wave of hair over part of my left eye.

Speaking of my eyes, they are a chocolate brown, full of life and light. There is a playful sparkle to them, a sign that I'm not ready to let go of my youth. When my mouth isn't formed into a smile my eyes always betray me. They are the gateway to all of my emotions, my happiness, sadness, and pain are all read clearly in my eyes. My features are simple and youthful. After all I'm only 26, I'm at the prime of my life. I try to always smile, there is always a small smile on my face no matter what I'm going through.

I stand at about 5'7", not the talest, but not the shortest person either. My style is plain, I try not to draw attention to myself with my appearance. My typical apparel is a thin sweater and a pair of jeans, plain colors that won't stand out. My favorite sweater is a beige color, infact my favorite colors are white, beige, and gold, though gold stands out to much for my tastes.

That's all the good stuff though, as much as I would like to say my appearance is without blemish it's not. I have several scars on my back, even though my mom loved me my dad left alot to be desired. He would beat me and abuse me, verbally and physically, and in more ways than one. I was scarred emotionally and physically for a long time after that. My mom didn't even know, and I was afraid to tell her because of my dad. That's about all there is to know on my appearance to be honest, like I said plain.

I see you want to learn more about my personality now, this is an area that I know pretty well at least I should know pretty well. Okay to start, I'm an extrememly sympathetic person, I can't stand to see someone sad. I feel their emotions, and than I start to have their emotions. If I see someone crying, I instantly begin to cry, I don't understand it, but I do. I'm not just sympathetic to the people around me though, it extends outside of the district, to the Careers, the Peacekeepers, and even President Snow.

I try to find the good in people, understand what they might be going through. Look at the world through their eyes and see the troubles they have to deal with. I think this helps me relate to everyone, make me, I don't know likeable. If I can relate to someone it makes it easier for them to talk to me, and when they talk to me I can help them. It's a chain of events that has surrounded my life since I was only a little girl. I always wanted to help people, to make them feel like their important, and the world needs them.

I want to help people so bad, I want to give them what little I have to put a smile on their face. Infact more than once I have given away what I have to put a smile on someone's face. I've literrally had to start from the beginning becuase someone told me they needed help. This is where my first flaw comes into the affect. I'm far to trusting, I don't take the time to discern between what is truth and what is lies when someone is talking to me. They take advantage of my trusting nature sometimes, but I don't mind. If they felt they had to lie to me than they really do need help, just not the kind of help I can give them.

I have a job, that I do on the side where I take care of the children of District 7 that are abused, or they have a birth defect. or are just a little below their peers. The people that no one else will help, children are the future of Panem, and yet sometimes they have the least respect out of all of us. This is the one thing that arises my ire, their is no excuse to abuse, ridicule, or ignore the children, I know what it's like to have gone through that, and it's my job to help them. This leads into another flaw of mine, while most people get along with me I have been very cruel and perhaps even dealt justice to some of these parents that abuse their children. Perhaps all of my personality is where the nickname "Guardian" Angel Leviair came from. I think this is everything about my personality that you should know. It covers eveything I know about myself at least.

Well my life at the start wasn't to different from eveyone elses. Though in a way I suppose it was, I didn't have a father for the first few years of my life. It was just me and my mom, dad had left her when I was only a baby because he didn't want the responsibility of taking care of a family. So me and mom lived happily together, I did odd jobs around the district to help pay for stuff, and my mom had her job at one of the mills. We had a happy existence, though I had a tendency to give the wages I earned away before I got home. Mom didn't mind though, she loved the fact that I cared about people. When the day was over we would sit infront of the weak little fire in our house and mom would brush my hair, and sing a lullaby to me. Everything was perfect, I couldn't have been happier.

Than dad came home, mom was overjoyed, but I was wary of him. He always seemed so angry, like he hated coming back. It was never infront of mom though, he would wait until she left before he would abuse me. He would whip me, throttle me, and would do some of the most horrible things to me. I had bruises and scars but they were always in places mom never saw, and I was to afraid to say anything about it. This routine went on and on until I was 16, my dad was....well it's not important what he was doing, but he suddenly grabbed his chest and just...died. Suffice to say I was panic stricken, I didn't know what mom would say or what the district would say. Oddly though they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief once they learned of his passing, maybe he was as much a scourge to them as he was to me.

Me and mom lived happily together again, falling back into the same routine as before until she passed away peaceully when I was 20. Now it's just me in out little house, I brush my own hair now, remembering my mother's soothing voice as she sang to me. Not much had changed in my daily routine, I don't have any set job, mostly I teach the kids of the district. I like to help the children, to see a smile on their face as they learn something new, or they find that can now get something they've always wanted. Whatever makes them smile makes me smile, whatever makes them happy makes me happy.