Pearl Silton // District 1

I was lucky to be born in District 1, I mean honestly only the good looking people were born in district one. Every game I see ugly people step up one by one in attempt to be crowned a victor, unfortunately for me I haven't had the opportunity yet to get that golden crown. It'd sit so wonderfully on top of my white hair, gold has always been my favorite color but I'm sure that's to do with being born into the luxury district. Just like most people here I have the typical blonde hair and blue eyes, of course it suits me better than them. 

Bitch my name is Pearl.

I'm a great height at 6"3 and have the by far best chiseled cheekbones in my neighborhood, I mean it takes a lot to look this good all the time but as I've already been told I always look effortless. Maybe I'm a bit too cocky? No, obviously not. There's a line between cocky and knowing how good I look and I would never cross that line. If I were to describe myself from head to toe enabling you to get a good image of me then here we go. I have stupidly big feet, any bigger and I'll have to get my shoes from the nearest clown shop and they don't do designed clown shoes in district 1. I don't think anyway. I don't bother to shave my legs, these golden locks need to be preserved. I have muscular thighs and a toned stomach, not to mention a great booty. My only impurity on my body would be the ugly scar on my chest from when some slut went for my ex boyfriend so I cut her hair off which led to me being ambushed not far from my own home. Luckily they didn't scar my face and it's not like I could tell any peacekeeper what happened. If it got out that I liked both boys and girls then I'd ruin my reputation, already enough people don't like me so I don't want to give them a reason to come for me. I choose my boys carefully, ones I can trust and control and even blackmail if it comes to it. It shouldn't be a bad thing, I mean liking both. I can't help it but what about my mother? She's never been accepting of me, she's always pushed me away since she's been ill. It's like she doesn't even care about her own son. She loved my bitch of a step sister tho, she was always stealing my attention and anything I could do she could apparently do better. That's why I wanted rid of her and like I said, I always get what I want. If my friends found out I liked men and women, what if they disposed of me? What if they told me I was joking myself and I'm just in a phase and what do I do if my reputation is ruined? What can I do? Being disowned isn't something I fancy doing and that's why I need to win the next games. Then nobody else will matter to me if I'm rich and famous. That's why I can't tell anyone, because sooner or later it won't matter so why risk my reputation? 

My collarbones are an even, perfect shape which fit nicely with my cut-throat shaped jawline and slice as ice cheekbones. Even my eyebrows are a perfect shape, I mean I'm basically a walking anger with personality issues and daddy problems. I'm a pretty decent runner I guess. I can do distance over speed but I would never enable anyone to watch me sweat. Sweat causes acne and this complexion is a bitch to keep up with. Honestly I'm a really genuine guy but I do have to say I have a good throw and both males and females come for me with drooling mouths at every angle. Can you blame them?

Bitch my name is Pearl.

It's difficult to explain how I look which is funny on how much time I spend looking at myself in the mirror, my hair is fairly short on the sides and I'm not going to lie I often have touch ups on my hair color to make it a little more whiter than others, but oh well I can afford it unlike some of the other grimy bitches who are breathing in my oxygen. Other than my amazing bone structure, luscious lips and to-die-for (literally) legs I also have a great body. All that time in the gym pays off, but I fucking hate when other people get in my way there. 

I wouldn't say I'm that vain, I just appreciate beauty when I see it. I'm a fairly deceitful person and if you asked me on the spot I probably couldn't spell the word turth tuth troof truth. It doesn't take a lot to tell a convincing lie,it's just yet another gift of mine. I'm not really reliable either, I don't think I've ever been on time to school in the morning due to curling my lashes and I don't think I've ever met my friends on time. Or even my partners if you get what I mean. I've had a lot of partners, I don't know if this is my history or personality but something about the male and female attention I just lust for. It's just an empty void inside of my chest which just needs to be filled with empty promises and soft words and the feel of somebody's body against mine, I long for the feeling of being wanted and the feeling of trust. Ha. As if someone like me would ever get that, as if anyone would ever fucking bother putting up with me. Nobody deserves me. I'm too good for all of them. I'm fucking Pearl Silton. 

Everyone loves me. But I hate most of them, I mean I appreciate the compliments and all but I'm fucking sick of it; sometimes it's like I'm already a victor. Well, I'm not. Not yet anyway. I would describe my personality like a clock, one second I'm one person then snap my mood and persona shifts completely, mummy took me to the doctors and everything but they said it was just hormones and daddy is off with his new wife so we can't talk to him about it.
I'm quite a moody person, obviously I'm irritable and it doesn't take a lot until I begin to see red but if I'm honest that's just a barrier I have built up to stop myself from getting hurt. Always on offence, you know? Always someone elses fault because it always fucking is. I never do anything wrong and i'm always right but nobody understands me.They said something like a diagnosis or whatever, it's a borderline personality disorder or whatever they call it but I'm sure that's not what it is. It's a form of bipolar but diagnosis doesn't mean shit when I know who I am and I know I don't have a problem. I'm sure I don't. I obviously don't. There's nothing wrong with me, is there? 

Bitch my name is Pearl.

When I was 5 I think, daddy met someone knew and I think he was having an affair or whatever but she's ugly and their kid is ugly. Well, their kid was ugly but I don't think I can mention what happened yet. They say it was an allergic reaction or some shit like that but at least I got away with it. Maybe mummy shouldn't leave the rat poison out, I hear it kills almost as fast as arsenic. Maybe if she didn't steal all the attention from me I wouldn't have to act on it, if I'm honest I didn't want her to die. I just wanted her to get ill and go away, how was I supposed to know at such a young age? Growing up with so much violence and appraisal of killing for the games and the capitol I thought I wasn't doing anything bad. I can't say I don't regret it, I mean it destroyed half my family but whatever, right? I just didn't want to be ignored anymore, I didn't deserve it. I guess that's why I found the attention I didn't get from my family in the female and male attention I get. 
I guess I like the compliments, I mean I love the attention but the easiest thing to do is just play it dumb and act as if I'm not bothered when I'm honestly feeding off it. 

Anyway. After that, daddy closed us off but I didn't care and neither did mummy. We have our own place and mummy works at a jewelers. Funny that, how her name is Jewels and that's her job. I wouldn't say we all have weird names here, I really like the creativity of it all if I'm honest. I began school at five just like everyone else which I guess was difficult. Not having a farther figure around and not having any friends must have led to why I have an issue with overly trusting some people. It wasn't until I was 8 I began to have violent thoughts after watching the 54th games. The 59th were my favorite. The more brutality the better and what better what than to get rich and famous than by killing off 23 other kids and snatching a crown? That's my dream. That's my goal. When I was 10 I began learning how to throw knives, it's something about the flick of the wrist that intrigues me. At the age of 13 I began the academy, every district knows about it as district 2 and 4 has one as well but the capitol don't fucking care. Focusing on my upper body strength, despite only being 11.8 stone it's still too much to climb without the threat of breaking my neck, I began to study the art of knife work and the way certain blades make certain cuts and the easiest way to throw regarding all variables in the situation. Including the concentration of the atmosphere, the weather and the direction of the nearest ocean and also my energy levels, hours of sleep and all other aspects that go into the art of lobbing a chunk of metal at some shitty mannequin. The games influenced my thoughts, that's why I want to be apart of it. To feel it in the flesh.

It went down hill at 15, it wasn't short after the death of my ugly step-sibling that I began the real interest of killing. Like most crazy bitches, it began by killing bugs and animals such as putting a moth of fly under a lighter or seeing how many butter knives I can plant in a porcupine in the space of ten minutes. It was then I knew the games were for me, my mummy Jewels is all for it. Maybe it'll bring daddy back and he'll leave that nasty bitch of a cow. Oh I would love to gut her like a fish and soak in her blood whilst butt naked. To just have her throat slit open and the blood pouring all over my naked body would be ideal, wouldn't that be perfect? Wouldn't that make daddy love me? Maybe mummy would say I'm not that crazy? And that there's nothing wrong with me, I'm just a bit moody that's all. The doctor said hormones, it must just be my hormones. Everyone loves my mum but they don't know the truth, I can't even talk about the truth. Not here anyway, the things she used to do to me... 


I would say my best talents are either throwing knives or axes or being able to seduce a fellow person to manipulate them to what I want them to do. It's fun for me, to be almost like a puppet master over others. I always get what I want, it's just the way I am. 
My weaknesses would probably include being too cocky or trusting the wrong person. Often I trick others but you never know when someone is playing your own tricks against you.