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Gryphon Career Tribute 503 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen Aug 31, 2020 22:24:24 GMT -5 heading to cloud nine	Alexandrite Rose // D1 // FIN Jan 2, 2015 4:33:15 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Gryphon on Jan 2, 2015 4:33:15 GMT -5 A l e x a n d r i t e . R o s e 17 District *One* - 9e546f -
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Alexandrite Rose // D1 // FIN Jan 2, 2015 11:33:16 GMT -5

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Post by Gryphon on Jan 2, 2015 11:33:16 GMT -5

. A P P E A R A N C E
Me? ...How would I describe how I look? ...Oh. Erm, well...

I have porcelain skin--at least I think it's porcelain. I'm not very good with specific skin tone names for colors. Vanilla? Alabaster? Shell? I don't bother with them, I just use lotions to keep my face and skin smooth. Besides, I don't even use make-up all that much except for lipstick in moderation or if I absolutely have to like attend social gatherings--I don't like going out to those. I'd rather be at home, writing my thoughts away in my diary or in my poem journal. I'm getting off-topic aren't I? Whoops...

Okay, nevermind. I'm just not good with colors in general. My hair's wavy, it reaches to my chest and the middle of my back, and...I'll just say it's red. It's not copper, it's not auburn, it's more vivid than that...so just red. Wait, or is it? I have light blue eyes--I really like blue eyes, they're so pretty and mesmerizing...if I could pick only one feature out of my face that I get to keep, it would be them. Both that and my hair are what make people notice me though.

I'm pretty skinny, but I'm perfectly healthy...I promise? I'm making this so awkward, aren't I? I just have a good metabolism but I really love food. I don't do what the Capitol citizens do like drink those things so they can vomit and eat more though. Ew. If it wasn't for writing, I'd be so into cooking and baking. Pastas and burgers and steaks and casseroles and muffins and cakes and...I'm getting really hungry just listing these things so I have to stop. Oh--and I'm around 5'10" so I'm kinda tall...I think.

I like wearing warm, comfy things but at the same time things that make me feel pretty and confident. Basically, scarves, sweater dresses, and fur boots are the reason why I get excited for this time of year. I actually feel like I look cute. Haha! I also wear those for fall sometimes but that doesn't count because it isn't as cold as it is now. Around that time, it's lenseless glasses and boots with buckles and pleated skirts with plain knee-high stockings and sleeveless shirts with cardigans. Gotta look good for School, you know? Spring is floral printed dresses and flats and letting my hair get loose and frizzy mainly but I really don't care--since the flowers would be blooming and it would be getting warm, I don't have to wear gloves and beanies or anything else to cover my exposed skin to the chilling bites of the cold. I care even less when Summer comes around. As long as I'm wearing something, I'm comfortable. I still try to make the outfits for those wet and hot months stylish though, I really like playing with clothes too.

. P E R S O N A L I T Y
The first thing that comes to mind when I'm asked to describe my personality is how I don't like being around or talking to people unless it's mom and dad. If you haven't noticed already, I kind of make things...awkward. I get even more flustered around boys since you know high school. "Ooooh, they talked! Does that mean they're going out?!" It's so silly and I always make myself look like a fool in public so I just hate socializing in general.

I'm not very strong, but I made sure to be prepared for the Games in some way the moment I was first informed of it. My parents didn't want me to be a Career, and I am so happy they feel that way. Being excited to enter those arenas and kill people? ...I'll pass. I make sure to run though any chance I get, anywhere. To school, from school, any areas that actually expand with grass or trails...

I'm pretty sensitive though. The only time my parents yelled at me is when I was five--I got curious about the perfume bottle and reached up to touch one, but it ended up falling in front of me and I screamed as the glass shattered and shards flung onto and dug into my toes and legs and the whole dining table smelled like lavender honey along with other things that I can't remember from the top of my head. They rushed into the room and my dad got extremely mad and I cried within seconds after he started going off while my mom looked on in shock before they had a brief argument. I remember running into my room and not coming out for two days, but on the first I got so bored I thought about writing stories since mom would tell them to me before bed sometimes--that's how I discovered writing.

. H I S T O R Y
My mother was of course born into a rich family that was obsessed with their beauty. No, seriously. They wore extremely strong perfumes, nail polish, tattoos, wigs, jewelry, piercings, dresses, constant haircuts--they were too much. My mother was the youngest out of four siblings, and although she wasn't as obsessed with beauty like her parents and siblings were she was still very into it--only cosmetics, perfumes, and jewelry though. Meanwhile, my father was the son of a widowed salon owner, but he wasn't very into hair so he'd often either sit inside the shop writing or he'd often explore the District until he got lost. One time, this got so out of his hand that his mom pays a customer instead of them paying her to watch out for him and follow him if he leaves the salon. He did this often to the point where he quickly learned how to get back to her no matter where he went.

How they met was basically..my mom was an attention seeker to the point where she'd get all dolled up every night only to roam the streets to try and attract gentlemen callers. She was so desperate for love. My dad was on his way to buy groceries until he saw her, and...within three months I was already conceived. It's surprising how quick their relationship went but they never parted ways. Another three months passed before they got engaged and bought a new house. My mom only took a quarter of the total sum of money her family had.

A few years passed before my mom strangely started getting into perfume-making much more than usual. One day, she suddenly said that she bought an empty retail space with most of that money, and after nearly a day of her and dad arguing we finally moved in and opened for business. Dad was forced to make the perfume bottles but overtime he grew to love the craft too--mom took care of the register and taught me how to until I was able to manage it myself when I was 11. Truth is, we all loved taking care of the shop but she loved it most of all because she found out her older sister was diagnosed with lung cancer. Fortunately though, thanks to the medical technology we have available, her sibling still lives today and my mom couldn't have been any happier. Some people say happy endings don't exist, but one does for my family and I right now. Don't you agree that they aren't just in a fairytale?

The hill, the hill
Provides a whole new perspective
Those who dare climb it
Climb down not being the same

Mom's recently left us. The cancer had gotten to her. She's just gone.

...I don't know what to think. I can't believe He just let her slip away from our hands like that. It's just me and dad now. An empty seat at the dinner table. Nobody to be next to him in bed every night. Why? Why did you have to take her? Why?

...We run a perfume store. Mom took care of the aromas herself--she was so, so skilled, she knew so many ingredients to use, she'd always bring bags and bags and bags of supplies to start the scent mixing--things from plants, animals, things like seaweed, lichens, natural odorants--she was so passionate about this, something so...superficial, something we can live without, I really don't understand why...but I could see it in her face when she would make the scents, I could see how much she enjoyed crafting those perfumes. She didn't care that she was going to reach the late stages, she didn't care if her eyes began drooping a month later, she didn't even want to go to the hospital...

Tranquil blues transition into gloomy greys
Heavy fog cloaks your being
Two trees, dark and bare
Loom over your presence

...Why didn't you go? What is wrong with you?! We could've had you for just a little longer, we may not have been able to have you with us until it was you and Dad's proper time, when I was your age now and I had my own family to take care of, but we would still get to spend time with you, still make memories, still smell those pungent but sweet fragrances of yours whenever you pass by us or we're around you--those special fragrances that you loved so so much after you finished composing them that you didn't even want to sell them...why why why why why?!

"It's His plan. This is what he wants, but it must mean something if He wants me to go so soon. One door closes, another one opens. He's probably doing this for you and your Dad, but you'll never know what it is until one day you realize it yourself."

A person, a person
Below one of the trees
Decaying, gray, emaciated
Only a color blooms from their breast

For me? For me and dad? That's so...so incredibly stupid, why does he want us to suffer over having to lose you so fast? So much that we have to bury ourselves in doing what we love to try and get over your passing, and it doesn't even work because you were always involved?! Dad knew how to make the perfumes and he also made the bottles because of you, you were the one who encouraged me to keep going with my writing, you always told me how interesting my style was, you'd ask me frequently how my unfinished works were going because you loved reading them...without you...dad finds the bottle-making useless. The last thing he said was how he didn't make them as well as you did...the shop's been closed for a week now. All he's been doing since is laying in that now half-empty bed, watching television programs all day and all night without any sleep...he has bags under his eyes, I can see a shadow on the lower half of his face, all he eats is popcorn and candies...

...And me? I don't feel anything but pain as I scribble sloppily on the tear-blotted pages of this journal...all I do is write the whole day. I can barely sleep, I'm trying so hard to have a meal but I just can't, I can't even use the powder room without breaking down into short-lived sobs...

Bleeding red, it's a bleeding red
In the form of a rose
It seeps the positive
Summons pain

I can't even find anymore words to describe my thoughts, my feelings, how dad's doing...I'm so uninspired, I'm so unmotivated, I'm so...I...I don't care anymore about writing...it's just short poems where I'm not just emptying how I feel, I'm recycling those feelings over and over again...I just...I...I-I can't...

Sobs wrack your body
Heart tearing to pieces
With your ebbing strength
You escape the somber clutches

I feel so much pain...it's like I'm in those damned Games sans the injuries...the wounds, the scabs...they're in my head...I don't think I can go on and write any more...

The hill, the hill
Provides a whole new perspective
Those who dare climb it
Climb down not being the same

It hurts...it hurts...

You're not the same, you're not the same
Your heart bleeds a bleeding red
"Whatever happened to you, whatever happened to you?"

I t h u r t s . . .

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...
...
Do not climb the hill

Last Edit: Jan 2, 2015 16:55:10 GMT -5 by Gryphon

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Gryphon Career Tribute 503 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen Aug 31, 2020 22:24:24 GMT -5 heading to cloud nine	Alexandrite Rose // D1 // FIN Jan 2, 2015 11:33:45 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Gryphon on Jan 2, 2015 11:33:45 GMT -5 Finished I guess? She's a bit ugh but oh well haha.
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Alexandrite Rose // D1 // FIN Jan 2, 2015 11:39:04 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jan 2, 2015 11:39:04 GMT -5

Hey! This is a really good app, but I don't think it actually fits our minimum requirement for length - two paragraphs for appearance, three for personality, and three for history. Could you make sure you have the right distribution of information? Thanks! Post here when you're done editing to bump up the thread.

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Gryphon Career Tribute 503 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen Aug 31, 2020 22:24:24 GMT -5 heading to cloud nine	Alexandrite Rose // D1 // FIN Jan 2, 2015 12:52:43 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Gryphon on Jan 2, 2015 12:52:43 GMT -5 Edited!
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