^QUILA^RHYSE^CAP {FIN}

^Q U I L A^C A N D Y ^R H Y S E^

^A G E~ 28
^D I S T R I C T~ CAPITOL
^G E N D E R~ FEMALE

^A P P E A R A N C E

Glamour, is what I have always wanted. I enjoy making beauty,  it is what I have always done. I used to be normal, with brown eyes, brown hair that just laid on my shoulders. It didn't do anything. I watched the other people walk by, with beautiful hair, body and dresses. Now, I am the one I who the others look up to. I have put my hair into a headdress almost everyday, and put a small fortune into all the different cloths I use. I cover my neck in necklaces, not for the reason one might think. I have a scar, a scar that I will never show, I keep it as a reminder of what can happen even at the Capitol. I try to push it off, by investing every ounce of my interest into my beauty. I am determined to be the first thing you notice when I walk into the room. I knew that I have some serious competition with these morons with the neon colors, but no on can ever resist looking at me.

I am currently involved with the development of pigments injections that will change someone's eye color. I made sure that the first color they develop is silver. I have small black tattoos of the ancient languages. I guess they might be ancient, because I found them in the back of a library, carved into the back of a shelf, for all I know it could mean nothing. But I prefer to believe that they mean something, and if anyone asks they do. I look at my stubs I call nails, I need to get them done. Nail-biting is a disgusting habitat that I have been trying to get rid of since my teenage years. I've put tape over my nails for weeks, but as soon as it was off they were back in my mouth. I walk amongst the crowd, a pixel among a million others, pixels that create a picture. A beautiful picture of life and happiness, and I am proud to be part of it.

^P E R S O N A L I T Y

I look out onto the colorful city in front of me. With it's skyscrapers and even more beautiful citizens. I know that I am an optimist, who looks for the beauty in even the cruelest things. Take the Hunger Games, perhaps the cruelest punishment one could go through, but this is not a typical view. I find it cruel, yet beautiful. I love watching the relationships build, and then collapse as the competition collapses. However, I can not look at the victors after the games because the pain in there eyes. I have never been good with pain, I break down in seconds. I remember when I had to let go of my pet mockingjay. I cried for almost 3 days, before I finally had the courage to let it go. I have a feeling I won't ever be able to harm anything. I would feel so bad that I may die immediately afterwards.

Yeah, thats another problem I have... exaggerations. I may be a bit of a over-dramatic, not because I enjoy drama its just something I do. I find it great when  everyone is looking at me, even if they are judging me. I know that people may not like me but I know in my heart that they will never be able to hurt me. I am above them all, they can't touch me. I will rise. It's in my name. I can always be better, and all of my imperfections will disappear. I know what to approve on and I can fix them in a snap. You can think whatever you want about me, because I just know that I am better than anything you can possibly dream of.

^H I S T O R Y

I remember being a young girl, maybe four or five. I gazed into my mothers large brown eyes.They were strong and powerful, she was a strong woman, the woman I get my own strength from. She would hold me, and whisper into my ear. "You are better than them. Don't let anyone tell you differently." She fed my narcissism. I realized later on where my mother was a complete bitch. I loved her despite it, but she was crazy. Completely convinced that the world was out to get her. I try to avoid being paranoid, and I know that fear will only bring on weakness. My father was absent from my childhood. He held an important government position. He was strict about my curfew, sometimes even a little cruel when I made a mistake. I loved them both. They were my only family, I had no siblings, actually, my mother had a miscarriage when I was nine, but I didn't really understand what was happening. I was devastated when I found them hung by their own hands.

I was 16, on my way back from a friends house when I approached my door I noticed that it was unlocked. I thought that was strange because that was something that my father didn't allow. I shrugged it off and continued inside, grabbing a snack before continuing towards my room. I noticed that the door to my parent's room was open, I pushed it open and saw their hanging figures. The next thing I remember is being sick in the bathroom. I called the peacekeepers and then was swiftly moved into my aunt's house. She was a fat woman, a socialite, constantly at parties. She wasn't home much, but always nice enough, maybe a little stupid

But her husband, a mean old man who was constantly left to watch over us. One night he drank a few too many and walked into my cousin's room. I was lying on the bed next to her, she was a few years younger than me. He had a sliver of glass, as he walked toward my cousin I grabbed his shoulder. He turned quickly and made a gash on my neck. I was lucky enough that my cousin was smart enough  to call the peacekeepers. The man was arrested and my aunt divorced him quietly. I stayed with them until I was 18.

My parents left me more than enough money for an apartment, and the luxurious lifestyle I was used to. I got these tattoo's and created my wardrobe. I am still waiting for a man who can handle me. A few have tried but they never last more then a few weeks. I don't mind too much, I like being my own person, and enjoy my own company.

FC: Erykah Badu
Song: TBA


Color Meanings:
Text: 2e8079
Thoughts: 9033a2
Others Speaking: e3f144
Quila Speaking: 273c7e