veselin petrova .} district five

You were born in a grand house (it was not quite a mansion) in District Five to rich parents who own many power plants in District Five. You have an older sister named Petra, who is only a year older than you. (Petra acts like she's a decade older than you.) You were born with only a few strands of red curls on your head and your eyes were like a clear blue pond. You were a beautiful baby, and you were adored from the start. When you came home for the first time, shortly after your birth, your aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents were awaiting your arrival. You were greeted with silence, but all eyes were on you. (They didn't want to wake you.)

Granny Petrova looked after you and Petra because your parents were always working and they didn't stick around much. Your parents brought a new child into the world. They named him Stefan. Stefan stole some of your spotlight, but you still captured most of the attention. You played with Petra for most of the time because Granny was taking care of Stefan. Granny taught you how to walk and talk and made you play with Stefan although you didn't want to. (Whenever Granny would make you play with Stefan, you would crawl or walk out of the room.)

Within that first year of your life, the vibrant blue color in your eyes ebbed away to a beautiful shade of forest green. Around your pupil are splotches of amber-brown, the color of Petra's hair when she sprawls out in our backyard at sunset, her hair strewn on the lush grass.

Another year brought a new addition to the flourishing Petrova family. Mr. and Mrs. Petrova named him Anastas. You didn't pay much attention to Anastas. You developed an obsession with shiny objects and other objects that caught your eye. You had "sticky fingers" and would nick anything you liked from people's houses, from pockets, and even from stores that Granny took you to. You loved (and still love) to cause mischief and cause chaos. You loved the attention and the drama. Granny joked that you were a kleptomaniac in the making. Oh, how right she was.

When you turned three, your parents brought home a new baby named Violeta. Around that same time, you began to notice things about your siblings. Petra, who was four at the time, had developed an extreme compulsion to lie. Stefan developed a love for electricity - he would constantly play with wires and outlets. Granny also noticed these things and she had to constantly restrain the Petrova children from doing those things.

After four years of spoiling from Granny, you became manipulative, deceitful, selfish, and impatient. You thought highly of yourself and thought that you were a princess that would one day be queen. Granny only confirmed this growing idea in your head. She didn't think you were serious.

You didn't like that babies kept coming in. Your parents brought home a new baby, a girl with blonde curls. Her name is Nevena, meaning marigold. Granny told you that your parents adopted her, but that she was still your sister although she's not blood related to you. You would think of lengthy plans to get rid of Nevena because you didn't like her. You were such a devious child.

Another year went by, which meant another addition to the Petrovas. Her name is Dessislava. You liked her because she didn't annoy you. By this point, you had developed a fiery temper. You threw tantrums daily. You hated to listen and you ignorant, but you were determined to get what you wanted. You fought for everything and after all of the fights and the screaming and kicking, you brushed it off. You had no shame in what you had done. Granny saw the sparks of rebellion in you, and it broke her heart to fight with you, so she gave you everything you wanted because she liked to make you happy.

Even as a child, you never believed in rules.

You had a new brother named Ivaylo, who you didn't mind much. You barely noticed him, he was so quiet. You loved to slice through the silence while Ivaylo was sleeping by singing loudly at the top of your lungs.

You started first grade when you were six. You made many friends and grew to be a loyal companion that is easy to trust. Because of your new friends, you became a boisterous, outspoken, loud child. You thought that you had to show your bravery to your peers, so you vowed to never back down from a fight or from a dare. You have the grace of an elephant, so you messed up a lot when you tried to show off, but you got up, dusted yourself off, and laughed. Your sixth year was full of laughter and nursery rhymes.

The bright red hair on your head grew to shoulder length. The curl in your hair ebbed away over that year and soon enough, your hair was straight with just a little bit of wave in it. It darkened a few shades, but you didn't mind. You (and many family members) thought this new color was beautiful on you. Besides the length, your hair didn't change after that.

When you were seven years old, a mere young child, you crafted a fort in your backyard (it was three thirds as big as your house). You called your fort a kingdom and proclaimed yourself queen. You ruled your kingdom with fire and ice. Your subjects were your younger siblings and multitude of pets and the squirrels that scurried up the trees and the rabbits that burrowed in your ground and the birds that sang as they perched upon your trees. Stefan was the marquis, Anastas was the count, Violeta was the viscount, Ivaylo was the baron, Dessislava was the baronet, Petra was a knight, and Nevena was the joker. You called your kingdom Caelo. When they asked you why there was no prince and princess, you said there was no need for any. When they asked what the rules were, you said there wasn't any.

They later asked you again why there were no rules, and you said, "No rules, don't you remember?" They never questioned you again.

You spent the rest of the summer playing with your siblings in your beautiful kingdom, crafting swords out of sticks, making up legends of Caleo, and pretending to take down the enemy kingdom. Because you were outside all the time, the sun added flaxen streaks into your dark red hair. The color of your hair didn't change after that summer. Your hair is a sunset, a mixture of red and gold that cascades down your back like a river.

At age eight, Petra tore down your kingdom because she said you were too old to be playing pretend. You cried and Granny offered to help you rebuild it, but you said that your fort couldn't be duplicated. You took revenge on Petra by stealing her precious valuables. You suspected that Granny knew but didn't punish you, because she thought that Petra deserved it.

You turned your focus on your friends that year. You felt comfortable with them, and open. You were honest with them about everything and in return, they were honest back. You weren't open with everyone else. You still are very secretive. You vowed that you would never let a secret slip from your mouth and you vowed to always keep your promises and to always keep your word.

When you were nine, you thought of elaborate plans to take down Petra in revenge. (You always have to have your revenge.) Out of mercy, you never went through with any of them. You decided to let it go, but you have never let anything else go. Even if someone bumped into you in the hallway, you would have to get payback.

You would even get revenge on teachers for giving you a bad grade by bombarding them with sarcasm (you do anyway, but it's worse when you're getting revenge). You make a big show out of it and grin as the teacher's face turns red and they say, "Veselin, principal's office, now!"

You're disrespectful to adults anyway, but you are worse when you're performing a show for the class. You see adults as your equals and children your age and younger below you. You even think that your parents are your equals. The only person you know ranks above you is Granny Petrova. You are reluctant to listen to her, though. (You're reluctant to listen to anybody.)

You began to notice more things about your siblings at age ten. Petra had not only developed the habit of lying. It became more than a habit - it turned into a compulsion. You decided that she is a mythomaniac, which is someone who is compelled to lie. Stefan's liking for electricity had worsened over the years. He became obsessed with it, so you called him an electromaniac, which is a person who is obsessed with electricity. Even you developed a mania; it wasn't just Stefan and Petra. You had become a full on kleptomaniac, stealing everything and anything that caught your eye.

Anastas developed a hazardous obsession with jumping from high places. You and Granny worried for him, because he had broken his left leg a day after his eighth birthday. Anastas jumped off of an old oak tree in the yard and landed on his left leg, breaking the bone. You said that he was a catapedamaniac. Catapedamania is the obsession of jumping from high places.

Violeta developed a fetish for poison. She studied and played with poison ivy, poison oak, and various other types of poisons. She even tried to eat belladonna, a beautiful but deadly flower. She had become a iomaniac. (Iomania is the obsession with poison.)

Dessislava and Ivaylo also had manias, you decided. Dessislava was fascinated by fire, and she had singed her hair and burnt her flesh while tampering with it. She became a pyromaniac. (Pyromania is the obsession with playing with fire.)Ivaylo became a ecdemomaniac because he had a strong desire to wander. (Ecdemomania is the desire to wander.) The only Petrova without a mania was Nevena, who isn't blood related to the Petrovas. Nevena, the misfit, thought you and your siblings were freaks.

You became obsessed with manias. You scoured dictionaries for new ones, always craving to learn more. After a while, you declared yourself a maniamaniac.

It was rhinestones, glamor, silk, satin, and velvet for you. You developed a love for fashion when you turned thirteen. With cloaks gossamer and folds of satin, you caught the eye of many. You climbed the social ladder all the way to the top so that you could gaze down at everyone else, who looked like ants from where you were. You climbed the social ladder by enticing others with your riches and looks. You plotted and planned, deceiving many people along the way. You knew how to keep the attention focused on you, and used that to your advantage.

Your house was taken over by the blare of music when you turned sixteen. You threw parties almost every weekend, and sometimes you partied a little too hard. You are the definition of a party girl. You dance until you drop, drink until you can't anymore, and flirt. Flirting was an art that you had mastered by the time you turned sixteen. You love to play games with boys, and then when they ask you out on a date, you crush them between your two fingers.

People often mistake beauty for being angelic, for being good. Cruelty does not go with beauty, but you were born with cruelty in your heart. It was embedded deep inside, and slowly surfaced over the years, but by that time, everyone was taken with you and refused to see you as you are -

A villain.