Zazou Artemisia - D6 {done}

I have long dark brown hair, it looks almost black, and goes past my shoulders. I'm five-feet-nine-inches tall, and I'm pretty slender, almost skinny. My skin is pale, my eyes are dark gray, and I look almost delicate, which I am not so fond of. I do like my hands, long and skinny though they are. I can do anything with my hands, I'm very agile in that way. And also I am fast - I am not one of the stronger boys, but I'm at least one of the quickest.

I tend to dress primarily in black. Not that I have a lot of clothes, but what I have is mostly black. Sometimes I try 'tattooing' myself Capitol-fashion, though in my case it's just drawing with black ink. Also I can take anything, add some wire, and voila, jewelry which I also like to wear. I'm almost always clean and neat, too - poor hygiene is revolting.

At first glance, you are going to decide I am that quiet kid, introverted, maybe shy, probably studious. Well, the last part is true, I take my education seriously. Oh, not that drivel they teach in school, but in my apprenticeship to become a pharmacologist, I'm very dedicated. And it isn't that I'm quiet, or anything like that: I just don't find most people worth my time to talk to. I'm a self-admitted smart-people-only snob. At work, I'm less quiet. Mostly I don't have anything in common with my peers.

This is a shame, in a way, as I'd like to get laid some day - I don't know if I'm capable of love, outside of my family (I've never yet had a 'crush',) but I'd definitely like some hot, sweaty, pounded-in-to-the-bed sex.

Sometimes, I notice that I just am different compared to everyone else I know. I process things, particularly emotions, differently. I feel absolutely alienated from the other young people, and I always have. It doesn't really worry me, though I am very curious and wonder why.

I have a secret side, something that would get me in enormous, perhaps even life-threatening trouble, were I ever caught. I vandalize buildings, and paint them with slogans, mostly slogans from the time of the rebellion. I never hit the same place twice, and I only do it every few months. It drives the peacekeepers insane. I really get off on doing that, however. So now, you know that I am a thrill-seeker, too. I do little things, too. Like shoplift. Also never gotten caught.

I spend as much of my free time as high as possible, which is pretty easy when you know how to home-brew dozens of different distillations, as well as being able to pilfer from work: "oh, shit, I dropped a vial of morphling!" after dropping a vial of something less precious, get told to clean it up, and pocket my spoils like a good pirate. My favorite things to do besides what I've already mentioned: draw - which I am really pretty good at, read whatever I get my hands on, and listen to my grandfather tell stories about the rebellion that he knows from his own father, who was a rebel leader around here and should be up on a statue instead of all but forgotten.

Oh, and, if I wanted to? I could poison half of district six with what I know about toxins and a readily available water supply.

I don't know who my father is, my mom just would never say, so I figure he was some kind of criminal who got caught by the peacekeepers and shipped off or executed and no one knew he was having a secret affair with my mom. At least I hope that's the truth, and not that she just screwed half the town so has no clue who he was. I was raised by my mom, who is a neurobiologist, and my grandfather, who has always told me wonderful, forbidden, secret stories that made her positively livid if she heard a trace of it. Actually, though, he raised me more than she did.

I excelled in school when I was young, and the bullies left me alone after I'd re-educated the worst of them one afternoon after fourth grade let out (bare fists, you win - crowbar, I win.) When I say I excelled, I mean academically. Behavior-wise, not so much. I've always had a good grasp on which buttons to push to annoy the shit out of someone, and I kind of delighted in doing just that to most of my teachers. I never really made any friends: the other studious kids seemed so frail and afraid of everything, especially the bullies, and the other kids were just dumb as rocks.

When we got to choose what jobs we wanted to study for (after testing to see what we qualified for,) I chose what I chose primarily because I like chemistry, and, I thought that pharmacology actually sounded pretty bad-ass: having in my skinny little hands the ability to heal or kill. Haven't killed anyone yet, but it's ...intriguing, knowing I could. I am a responsible worker, other than the pilferage. I don't mind putting in a solid four hours after school is out - at least I picked a job I enjoy.