Padme Amalia||District 1||Complete
Feb 3, 2014 0:15:55 GMT -5
Post by Ptero on Feb 3, 2014 0:15:55 GMT -5
CAUSE EVEN THE STARS THEY BURN, SOME EVEN FALL
PADME AMALIA
DISTRICT1 | EIGHTEEN | FEMALE
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PADME AMALIA
DISTRICT1 | EIGHTEEN | FEMALE
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I’ve known I was attractive for a long time. My parents flaunted me, their associates adored me. Servants showed me how to care for my looks, how to accent it. I was well versed in most beauty products in my home by them and my mother. She liked to dress me and pick hairstyles as if I were a doll. Though I’d been told that even natural I’d be fine, since I remember I’ve never stepped out of my home without my face made up or my hair tamed and done up. My favorites were a dark brown color that seemed to glide off my eyelid to my temple and a dark, almost purple shade of red lipstick. My dark, naturally wavy hair was done into elaborate hairstyles taken straight from the Capitol- I preferred it down and natural.
I have a skin referred to as “smooth and lightly sun-kissed”. My mother’s way of selling the bronze tint that I’d had naturally since I was a babe. I was often envied by girls who attempted to gain the same look from the sun itself. I know how the servants accent that. Across my cheekbones, they glide a dark brown brush from near my eyes to my nose. “Such lovely, strong bones! It’s important to show them to the world.” My eyes follow the angled line nearly exactly, pointing directly at my nose. My nose is strong and thin. It’s completely straight, save an abrupt bump near the top of the bridge. That little bump is simultaneously my least and most favorite part of my body. It’s a uniqueness. It gives my otherwise completely plain nose character.
I am tall and thin, with long legs. As a child and preteen, I saw myself as gangly and awkward. My mother corrected that. She taught me how to balance myself, how to properly walk. I learned to use my height, and my delicate looking body, to my advantage. I was not a threat to anyone.
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My parents are kind people. Despite both being born into wealthy families, my mother the daughter of a government official and my father a merchant’s son, they frequently looked out for lower class citizens. They do not believe in having a particular “lot in life” and have instilled in me a belief that being stuck in a downtrodden position is simply oppression and hording of wealth. I have never looked down on someone for having less money than I.
I would classify myself as a compassionate person. I frequently spend whole paychecks to care for others. Perhaps even wantonly. When I eventually become a true government employee, I plan to help the lower class citizens as much as I can. I’m aware that District One may not have an infinite amount of money, but I will improve the livelihood of the average citizen if I have to pour every coin of my own into the system to do so. And if it requires some act of self-sacrifice, I will bring justice to the outskirts of District One, so the poor will no longer be abused and exploited.
I am told that I’m stubborn. Perhaps that’s true. You could twist any of my characteristics and portray them as negative. I frequently get into heated discussions with unfamiliar politicians, as well as those closest to me. I do not ever back down when I feel in my heart that I am correct. I will sooner go behind someone’s back and do what I think is right than agree with a belief contrary to my own. Only when something massively blows up in my face will I admit that I could be wrong. Sometimes not even then.
I might be hotheaded. I might be angry and passionate. But I am so convicted in my beliefs. There is no excuse for leaving humans in the dirt to die while wealthy citizens enjoy endless amenities and frequent feasts. I am loyal to my district and my nation. Wholly loyal. My allegiance lies solely to the people of the great nation of Panem. I hope to one day serve it to the best of my ability.
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I am the firstborn daughter of Rouge and Sheer Amalia. I was an only child for twelve years. My three sisters, Sabe, Jamilla, and Sola, are three mirror images of me, and are sweet and are being educated in the politics of District One much the same way I was at their age. We’re a close-knit family, unified by unique beliefs unaccounted for in District One. My parents are quite vocal of their support of the Jedi Career Academy. They are thankful for the good they do in preserving District One and preparing our children for the Games, as well as simply providing an alternative to the Sith Academy. They’ve poured a lot of money into maintaining the Jedi.
I was fourteen when I first got involved in the government. They hired me as an intern. I knew I couldn’t have an official role with them for some time, and was proud to simply have the position. I know I’m getting close to a real job with them. Regardless, the year I started there was the year I met Anakin. I was given a job of strengthening ties with the city outskirts and the local government. Easier said than done. I saw when the Jedi took in a twelve year old Anakin and his young brother, Luke, from a life of servitude at the hands of those that would abuse them. Beginning then, I started hanging around their academy more and more.
This was much to the vast enjoyment of my father, who adored everything the Jedi stood for. He even adored Anakin, when the time came that we became friends. Very close friends. Secretly, he would become my boyfriend. The Jedi forbid relationships. It makes things very messy. Naturally, Anakin and I believe we know better. We really do. Sure, we have our spats, but that’s something that all couples deal with. Our relationship is complicated by my internship with the government, which requires great time and loyalty, as well as Anakin’s duty to the Jedi, who require complete loyalty and freedom of emotions.
Anakin is loyal to what he believes is right. He is fiercely protective of those he loves. I imagine our secret affair weighs heavily on him. I have my closest handmaiden, Motee, who I know would not utter a word, to confide in. I’m not certain if Anakin has anyone to trust with our secret. I certainly hope that nothing complicates our already trying situation…
I have a skin referred to as “smooth and lightly sun-kissed”. My mother’s way of selling the bronze tint that I’d had naturally since I was a babe. I was often envied by girls who attempted to gain the same look from the sun itself. I know how the servants accent that. Across my cheekbones, they glide a dark brown brush from near my eyes to my nose. “Such lovely, strong bones! It’s important to show them to the world.” My eyes follow the angled line nearly exactly, pointing directly at my nose. My nose is strong and thin. It’s completely straight, save an abrupt bump near the top of the bridge. That little bump is simultaneously my least and most favorite part of my body. It’s a uniqueness. It gives my otherwise completely plain nose character.
I am tall and thin, with long legs. As a child and preteen, I saw myself as gangly and awkward. My mother corrected that. She taught me how to balance myself, how to properly walk. I learned to use my height, and my delicate looking body, to my advantage. I was not a threat to anyone.
--
My parents are kind people. Despite both being born into wealthy families, my mother the daughter of a government official and my father a merchant’s son, they frequently looked out for lower class citizens. They do not believe in having a particular “lot in life” and have instilled in me a belief that being stuck in a downtrodden position is simply oppression and hording of wealth. I have never looked down on someone for having less money than I.
I would classify myself as a compassionate person. I frequently spend whole paychecks to care for others. Perhaps even wantonly. When I eventually become a true government employee, I plan to help the lower class citizens as much as I can. I’m aware that District One may not have an infinite amount of money, but I will improve the livelihood of the average citizen if I have to pour every coin of my own into the system to do so. And if it requires some act of self-sacrifice, I will bring justice to the outskirts of District One, so the poor will no longer be abused and exploited.
I am told that I’m stubborn. Perhaps that’s true. You could twist any of my characteristics and portray them as negative. I frequently get into heated discussions with unfamiliar politicians, as well as those closest to me. I do not ever back down when I feel in my heart that I am correct. I will sooner go behind someone’s back and do what I think is right than agree with a belief contrary to my own. Only when something massively blows up in my face will I admit that I could be wrong. Sometimes not even then.
I might be hotheaded. I might be angry and passionate. But I am so convicted in my beliefs. There is no excuse for leaving humans in the dirt to die while wealthy citizens enjoy endless amenities and frequent feasts. I am loyal to my district and my nation. Wholly loyal. My allegiance lies solely to the people of the great nation of Panem. I hope to one day serve it to the best of my ability.
--
I am the firstborn daughter of Rouge and Sheer Amalia. I was an only child for twelve years. My three sisters, Sabe, Jamilla, and Sola, are three mirror images of me, and are sweet and are being educated in the politics of District One much the same way I was at their age. We’re a close-knit family, unified by unique beliefs unaccounted for in District One. My parents are quite vocal of their support of the Jedi Career Academy. They are thankful for the good they do in preserving District One and preparing our children for the Games, as well as simply providing an alternative to the Sith Academy. They’ve poured a lot of money into maintaining the Jedi.
I was fourteen when I first got involved in the government. They hired me as an intern. I knew I couldn’t have an official role with them for some time, and was proud to simply have the position. I know I’m getting close to a real job with them. Regardless, the year I started there was the year I met Anakin. I was given a job of strengthening ties with the city outskirts and the local government. Easier said than done. I saw when the Jedi took in a twelve year old Anakin and his young brother, Luke, from a life of servitude at the hands of those that would abuse them. Beginning then, I started hanging around their academy more and more.
This was much to the vast enjoyment of my father, who adored everything the Jedi stood for. He even adored Anakin, when the time came that we became friends. Very close friends. Secretly, he would become my boyfriend. The Jedi forbid relationships. It makes things very messy. Naturally, Anakin and I believe we know better. We really do. Sure, we have our spats, but that’s something that all couples deal with. Our relationship is complicated by my internship with the government, which requires great time and loyalty, as well as Anakin’s duty to the Jedi, who require complete loyalty and freedom of emotions.
Anakin is loyal to what he believes is right. He is fiercely protective of those he loves. I imagine our secret affair weighs heavily on him. I have my closest handmaiden, Motee, who I know would not utter a word, to confide in. I’m not certain if Anakin has anyone to trust with our secret. I certainly hope that nothing complicates our already trying situation…
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