Porsche Soul D3 done

Life isn't always the most fun, nor is it always the easiest, trust me, I know, I spent twelve years of my eighteen years without parents. When I was six, my parents were in a terrible accident at the factory they worked at and all I got back from them was a hair band my mother was wearing at the time. Pathetic if you ask me. I feel like I should have gotten something more, something else besides just the debt my parents were in and the one fucking picture I have of us when we were a happy family Ripred knows how long ago. Why the fuck would you do this to me? do you have any idea how many nights I have stayed up, staring at either the ceiling or the stars wondering that very thing? It seems cruel that they would leave me like they did.

For two years, I wandered the streets of district three, picking from trash bins and pick-pocketing until one day, a man found me and brought me to the orphanage. I hated it there; the people were cruel, the food was disgusting, and we were constantly infested with bugs of some sort. That is not how any eight year old girl wants to live, that was until Mr. Soul adopted me. He's the owner of a big electronics company in district three and he was looking for an heir to his wealth. What the fuck was he thinking, adopting me? Did he honestly expect that I would know anything about electronics? Of course not but I could be taught. Mr. Soul was a single man who wanted children but did not want to marry and so, he adopted, actually he adopted a lot of us, how on earth he managed to handle us all, I have no idea.

I am aware of the fact that I have a potty mouth, I swear a lot, I get it. Shut the fuck up, you try living on the streets for two years and then being one of the smallest girls in an orphanage full of rowdy boys who eventually became your adopted brothers and tell me then if you swear as much as I do. I've had to grow up and be tough, being tiny, I had to adapt and when I say I'm tiny I shit you not. When standing up straight, I'm maybe 5'3" tall and sopping wet, I'm only about 100lbs. Like I said, I'm tiny. Do you have an issue with that? Good didn't think so.

My adopted brothers are really fucking irritating, just their names alone is irritating. Kia, who the fuck names their child Kia? What were they on? Glue? Clearly. At least my name is kind of normal, Porsche, pronounces Poor-she-ah. Apparently, way, way back before Panem, it was a type of luxury car, not that we have anything remotely luxurious in the technology district. Oh well, life fucking sucks, get used to it or get a helmet, whichever works for you.

I can seem like a bitch (as you've probably noticed) but I am this way because that's how I grew up, I had to be the strongest one, I had to be the best at everything because if I failed at something, it would be rubbed in my face for eternity. Who are you to judge me? My mother? Wait, she's dead. I don't have any living relatives to go to because my parents were only child's and their parents are dead so yeah, no aunts, no uncles, no cousins, nieces, nephews, no one, I'm all I have, except for my brother Ferrari but I don't know what happened to him. Apparently I wasn't an only child but my memories of said brother are non-existent. Perhaps he's dead, died before I was born but I doubt it, I bet he's still out there and probably doesn't give a shit about me but you know what? I don't give a flying rats ass about him either. Yes you do, you just choose not to admit it.

Anyways, I should probably explain what I look like because you seem so oblivious to me and my problems. Why the hell would you care, I bet you've got a comfortable bed to call your own. Fine. I have what my mom used to call raven wings hair that I have kept a decent length for practical reasons, what the hell is the point of having long hair, it just gets in the way. My eyes are a light, almost tan colored brown that seems really light in the sun. My skin has a light, barely there, tan to it that seems to have been born to me, giving me an almost I guess you would call it ethnic appearance, I just look a little different from other people in my district, I can't really explain it.

Some would say I'm pretty to look at but don't touch. I have a very nice complexion if I must say so myself while my arms have scars from living on the streets. The biggest thing most will notice about me is my slight limp from twisting my ankle while in the streets. It never healed properly, leaving me with this constant limp in my walk. Another thing you will notice about me is that I don't dress to fucking impress. I dress in whatever the fuck I want and don't give a shit about what others think of my clothing choices. Anyways, off topic.

Something that becomes evident once you get to know me is how generous I am with the things I have. If there is one redeeming quality I have it would be that. I am generous with everything except my heart which I keep under tight lock and key. If anyone wants to woo me, they'll have to prove to me that they aren't just some worthless asshole who's no better than my adopted brothers.

I should probably tell you more about my adopted family, I know I explained it before but I didn't really explain what happens the moment we turn eighteen. As soon as we turn eighteen, it becomes an all out battle to win Mr. Souls attention and affection and his company. All of us want to be his heir and he has decided that he will only have one heir. That heir will be chosen by a contest that if I must say is quite dark. He will throw us into a ring and have us fight for it. I have been preparing for it for a while now because I know that I will be at a disadvantage because I am one of the smallest people in the house. Before I turned eighteen, however, Mr. Soul was always kind to me, giving me everything I wanted except for the one thing I craved; love. I simply wanted his love and his attention. He'd give me whatever he could but he would not love me as a daughter, instead, he saw me as a potential heir to his fortunes. Anyways, I suppose that is all their is to tell you so fuck off and leave me alone.

Face Claim: Danielle Harris
Theme:Song for the soul
Theme song: Bang Bang by Jessie J
Codeword: Odair