Ainsleigh Fleming, D1 [

Ainsleigh may be small, but her speed and agility make up for it! She can quickly scale trees, duck from punches and swipes, dodge a knife / spear and is exceptionally great with axe. Ainsleigh is a slender, graceful girl. She can dance and dodge with elegance and grace all at once.

She has long, blonde wavy hair and it looks permanently glossy. Ainsleigh's real eyes were a murky, dirty-water grey colour so her real mother (before rehab) took her to the Capitol. Ainsleigh then had liquid gold pigment injected into her eyes, making them the same honey blonde shade as her hair.

It was then that Ainsleigh turned mysterious and emo / gothic like. She began framing her unique eyes with black make-up to make them stand out. She has full pale pink lips, the bottom thicker than the top. Her slight figure meant narrow curves and an almost elfin-like figure.

Ainsleigh has a series of small, round deep burns on the small of her back and shoulder blades from where her father used to burn her with cigarettes. The ugly scars remind her constantly of her past.

Ainsleigh is a kind of mysterious female. She doesn't like giving things away, making people wait for the real her. She is quite gothic actually - dark eye make-up, a black room, pale face, black and white clothes. She is quite smart and good at problem solving, meaning she knows how to start s rational fight.

Ainsleigh isn't an over-all chatty female. Her sleek and elf like figure suit her usually moody, typical-teenage personality. She listens to music a lot, has stacks of magazines, millions of clothes and is constantly on the lookout for idiots. Ainsleigh drinks occasionally but is a big fan of smoking. Her dark room is usually full of sickly sweet smoke, over flowing ash trays and air freshener.

Like most teenagers, she is subject to tantrums. But Ainsleigh suffers in silence. Before her ruined childhood ended, she used to self harm or drink / smoke her troubles away. But now all she does is turn her music up, light a candle and take a long, warm bath. Suffer in silence.

Ainsleigh had a horrible up bringing. Her father, a usually-drunken man called Peter Fleming, was an abusive idiot. He frequently hit Ainsleigh's mom, Isabella Fleming. Isabella turned to cocaine and heroin when Peter was out getting drunk.

One day, he drunk his last pint. Died choking on his own vomit behind the pub. Isabella was heart broken, so to say and began over-dosing. Ainsleigh was just 11 years old when she began self harming and smoking. Isabella was found out and put in a rehab / mental hospital. Ainsleigh is basically an orphan now without a home or family member left.

Ainsleigh is now looking for a good, child-laden foster home. She still smokes but is beyond cutting now and a lot of people try to get her to stop. Outside, under a normal looking willow tree, is a metal box full to the brim of cigarettes. It gets padlocked and Ainsleigh wears the key around her neck.