Ava {D11}

Name: Ave Dalton
Age: Fifteen Seventeen
District: Eleven
Height: 5’2
BMI: Skinny/Fit

Appearance:
Honesty, I love how I threaten the male population. The death glares I receive while walking around school, or the town square. I know its only worry in their eyes; fear that I might steal the girls under their arms. Can’t really blame them for that either, cause I probably have before. What can I say? There’s no way of preventing every girl from wondering about me, and I can’t help the grin that slides to my face whenever I catch them doing just that. Those delicate feature probably daydreaming of being under my arm instead. No blame to go around anywhere.

Compared to the breathtaking women I find myself with on occasion, I’m far off the attractive scale. I’m short and scrawny, aside from the bit of muscle I’ve managed to gain. Dudes either of want to be my bro, or fight me, and I have to be prepared for both. There’s nothing special about me though, which always has me questioning what the fuss is about. I have the same mixed complexion half the district has, thanks to my white father and dark mother, as well as those dark brown eyes everyone contains. Chicks are just drawn to me for some damn reason, and that part I’ll never complain over.






Personality:
Since I was a youngster I’ve followed in the footsteps any little boy would take. Playing dress up and dolls just never suited me, unless I was taking the part of the father. Sports and roughhousing intertwined with me a whole lot better though. Don’t get me wrong; I still love being the knight in shinning armor to the princesses running around. And I have no jealousy of not having the parts the other guys maintain. If anything it’s these very unique qualities that always keeps my head held high.

Now that I’m not a little kid though, my tastes have altered quite a bit. I no longer run around shirtless with the guys to piss off my mother…least not as much, and with a sports-bra equipped. Instead I’m attracted to any party, like a magnet being called to wherever the trouble resides. Many things are guaranteed with those sorts of gatherings: something to drink, another thing to smoke, a cute girl to flirt with, perhaps a fight to get involved in. All the items that are ever on my wish list. But of course my mother’s expectations of me are very different from what I deliver.

About once a week, Mother’s called to school due to something I’ve done wrong. My grades are dropping again, or I’ve gotten into yet another fight. Now she always assumes to arrive with a sorrowed face whenever walking into the school office, knowing that I’ve done nothing good. I never have been that kid that wants to make her parents proud. Sounds more interesting to see how far I can push before they finally give up on parenting me altogether. I just don’t fit in to their standard way of life, and hopefully I never will.






History:
To this day my Mother wakes me up at the crack of dawn to help with breakfast and morning chores. Do you know how difficult this is after staying up late the night before, drinking and chilling with your girlfriend? Yeah, best time of the day for me… I have to act like a housewife, like her, while the rest of the house sleeps in. It’s been this way since she taught me how to cook at age six, because I’m the oldest and have female parts. Is it only me that sees this as wrong? Forced to play a part that I’m not.

My worst fear is to end up like my mom. Sure, she seems as happy as ever to be a mother. But I can tell she has no connection with her husband, my father. They act like a married couple, but I’m not little anymore. I know they’re not in love. There’s no laughing, or kissing, or starring into each other’s eyes. For damn sake, I’m only fifteen and have felt more with another girl then they ever have. As much as I love my mother, I hate that she’s setting me up to be just like her.

Everyday is exactly the same, just as it’s always been. Father goes off to work, mother tends to the home, and us kids go to school. The joys of leaving and getting away from that lifestyle that wants to suck me in. Of course I’m grateful to have it better then most in District Eleven, but I appreciate being surrounded by the majority of our district even more. They actually work for their keep, not just clean and cook for only themselves and family.

One day I’ll actually work hard for my family. I won’t become my mother. No, I’ll provide enough to give some sweet woman an even better life. I swear to this, no matter how hard my mother and father attempt to push me in another direction. Life will be much different for my generation, and the ones to follow.



Code: O'Dair
Other: Dalton Family Plot
Face Claim: Samira Wiley