Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 1:39:26 GMT -5
Dalia Young, 18
Female
District 4
Horribly Unloved
Her hair, crafted from the finest of raven feathers. Her eyes, like waves crashing upon a lonely shore, and then casting out again. Her bone structure chisled by the gods themselves. If only her skin could mimic these qualitys. Her skin is covered in disappointment. The quality of her skin is wretched and dry, as if it was beaten upon by vicious forces. The gods have cursed her with a birth mark infesting nearly half of her face. This flaw is what makes her equal. Because of this flaw, she is not considered flawless. But who is? Flaws are what make us human.
Her body cries out in pain. It screams out for releive of its misery. She is so unbeleivably conscious of herself. She refuses to let her body fall under the catagory of incomplete. She forces her body through hours of agony, just so that it will remain unnoticed. Just so that it will remain voicless. As if it doesnt have a right to be loved. Only the right to be Invisable.
Her body lacks the normal muscle most should aquire. It lacks the nutrients it deserves. And above all it lacks the love of its own host. This hatred towards herself was not always legable. She use to be carefree, unaware, and oblivious, to all evil. As if she was a breath, never incased inside of the persistant vortex of life. The constant inhale never found its way to her heart, until the later years.
These later years are hell. Filled with hatred and morbid feelings towards herself. If only one person could see the beauty within, and if every judgmental being, didnt immediatly frame her as ugly. Then maybye she would be able to see her own beauty. Cowering, hiding, disguising herself, due to shame. Has our world really come to this? forcing a girl into complete isolation within herself. To afraid to step into the light, in fear of betrayal. Her eyes leaking in dispare. Shunned by all, due to a facial contamination, no bigger than the size of three fingers. Life is harsh, life is hateful. "Sometimes I wonder if a life of hell, is a life worth living".-Dalia
She was cheerful, she was loving, she was secure. Sure, she was emotionally harassed, for most of her life, but she fought through. She refuses to be another insects, squashed under the boot of hatred. It wasnt until year thirteen, that she was posioned with cruelty. Forced to live under the command of insecurity. After her mothers passing, her brother became very violent. Her body was painted with the vibrant colors of red and purple. He drained her of all love. He broke her down until she was no more than a flea, in the fur of mankind. Every day brought new suffering. Every toxic drop brought more anger, to his soul. Every empty bottle brought a new wound to her skin, in a sea of many. She was no longer loved, by her own kin. And she was no longer loved by herself.
She has come to the conclusion, that life is mearly a checkpoint in out time of existance. That after life there is more for us. That we move on from this hell, and become part of a seamless community. We gouge ourselfs in perfection. We surround ourselfs with love, and we bathe ourselfs in passion. This oasis, is only ment for those who have suffered enough. Its only presented to those with a crushed spirit. And it stitches a life in an faultless bliss, forever.
Now if this bliss awaits her, she believes so. She believes her spirit has been thrown through the shredder of humanity, and all that remains is the pathetic scraps of a useless spirit. She is finished with humanity, and she waits for the day when the gods have finally destined her death.
Appereance:
Dalia's face is surrounded by a large tangled mess of dark hair. It taes up much space, due to its massive volume.
She never really maintained her hair. it was usually messy and tangled. She never could find the time to brush it, or the time to ride her hair of the many ocean creatures trapped inside. Dalia has peircing blu eyes. That almost can see right into a persons soul. They are the color of the ocean, and potray a very strong emotion, almost like a snakes expression.
Dalia was blessed with perfect bone structure. She has high cheek bones, and a broud, but not to broud chin. Her shoulders r the perfect length apart, and her torso porpourtion compared to her legs was nicely balanced. She was rather skinny and frail, but she still had a small amount of muscle. Her face was scared with a birth mark, taking up the space of three fingers, and covering the right side of her forehead. This birth mark is a dark tan color, and isnt noticable with anough makeup. She also spends as much time as she can in the sun, just so that her skin will match the color of her mark. It never quit gets dark enough though.
Personality:
Dalia is insecure, and shy. She hates the way she looks, and avoids any kind of eye contact with anyone. She has always been rather insecure due to her mark, but this insecurity with her mark has caused her to be insecure with evry inch of her body. She doesnt beleive that anyone will every love her, and she doesnt feel as if she needs someone to love her. She avoids most contact with other people, unless necessary.
Dalia doesnt feel love for others also. She doesnt think anyone deserves love, if most people cant express true love anyway. She isnt saying she could never love, she just chooses not to. Dalia would rather quietly do her work, and stay out of the way of others. She hates being in the way, she does her best to steer clear of danger, but it doesnt always work. She is a very accident proun person, and always has been.
