Cecelia Louche [D7] [FIN]
Jan 10, 2014 18:28:22 GMT -5
Post by Parks on Jan 10, 2014 18:28:22 GMT -5
Cecelia Louche
District: 7
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
I find it odd how I sit here, explaining to you in detail what I look like. Why don’t you just come here and take a good look at me, or is this some sort of game to you? No matter, I’ll play along, I’ll tell you anyways. Enjoy your petty games, whether it be this one or the games that annually send 23 children to their deaths every year.
You want to know about my hair? It’s thin, light, delicate, brown. And what of my eyes? Well, mother always said my eyes in fact are very feminine, very definitive, and very… gray. She would always joke around with me and say that my eyes were a sign that I was from the seam in District 12, though I refused to believe it. Sometimes, I'll even refuse to believe that that cursed place even exists.
My lips, my thin luscious lips. They’re as pink as they could possibly get, good for kissing to. (Not that I'd ever kissed someone before. No, they find me too unattractive.)
What of the rest of me? Well, my scrawny legs and pointy body also give me a rather odd shape as I make my way around my small, cramped home. My skin color is a lavishing tan from chopping wood all day, and my hands have become rough around the edges (though my skills with an Ax have improved lavishly.) I am surprisingly skinny, even though my work outside with my father all day is self-evident. I have strong arms, though it doesn't reflect so on my body. As I said before, it appears as if I am scrawny, though working outside has proved otherwise in regards to strength.
I find it odd how I sit here, explaining to you in detail what I look like. Why don’t you just come here and take a good look at me, or is this some sort of game to you? No matter, I’ll play along, I’ll tell you anyways. Enjoy your petty games, whether it be this one or the games that annually send 23 children to their deaths every year.
You want to know about my hair? It’s thin, light, delicate, brown. And what of my eyes? Well, mother always said my eyes in fact are very feminine, very definitive, and very… gray. She would always joke around with me and say that my eyes were a sign that I was from the seam in District 12, though I refused to believe it. Sometimes, I'll even refuse to believe that that cursed place even exists.
My lips, my thin luscious lips. They’re as pink as they could possibly get, good for kissing to. (Not that I'd ever kissed someone before. No, they find me too unattractive.)
What of the rest of me? Well, my scrawny legs and pointy body also give me a rather odd shape as I make my way around my small, cramped home. My skin color is a lavishing tan from chopping wood all day, and my hands have become rough around the edges (though my skills with an Ax have improved lavishly.) I am surprisingly skinny, even though my work outside with my father all day is self-evident. I have strong arms, though it doesn't reflect so on my body. As I said before, it appears as if I am scrawny, though working outside has proved otherwise in regards to strength.
Personality:
I’m sassy. I’m cunning. I’m confident. These are all words used to describe me. They’re simple words, yet oh-so efficient. I don’t want to be someone I’m not, so strangers sometimes find me rather aggressive as I openly come out to them as to who I am. I’m not afraid to hold my back, and I most certainly don’t care what others think of me.
Sometimes, I may be overly vicious and overreact to certain situations, and I can understand why some people hate me. I mean, I lie to people’s faces. The only person I've ever not lied to would be my little sister, who even when I try, I cannot bring myself to hurt her, especially when I am at my most angered point.
But hey, I guess I’m not an ordinary girl. We aren't supposed to stand around in look pretty, sure, and I’m definitely not that. We are however, supposed to work. I’m still not that. I mean, yes, I work, but my primary focus is school. Good thing I only have one more reaping to get through before I am out of school, the Hunger Games are long behind me, and work can be my number one priority.
Within moments of meeting me, you’ll realize how unsocial I am. I have friends, family, no more, no less. I don’t plan on making any new friends any time soon, I enjoy my current ones enough to the point where I won’t even consider trying to make new friends.
History:
I was born three years before my little sister, and I’d say we’re fairly close. I was born 48 ADD (After Dark Days,) and have been alive and well ever since. My household consists of myself, my little sister, my older brother, my father, and my mother. We’re a well-organized family, and we all get along with extreme ease, though my sister and I, as mentioned prior, are the closest of the bunch.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always been interested in axes, which is a good hobby to have considering I grew/grow up in District Seven, the lumber district. Sure, learning was great and all but there was something about holding an ax firmly in my hand that made me giddy inside.
My father, being the amazing dad he is, took me out one day when I was six and helped me cut down my first tree. I was so pumped, I went home and told my family about it over dinner. You see, my father made good money being the lumber that he was, and it provided our family with many necessities other families in District Seven lacked.
Ever since the day I had cut down that tree, my lumbering skills continued to flourish, and I had become advanced with an ax.
