Mali Chaplet - District 2 (Fin)
Oct 14, 2015 22:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Brooke on Oct 14, 2015 22:26:35 GMT -5
☠ Mali Chaplet ☠
☠ District 2 ☠ 17 ☠ Female ☠
☠ District 2 ☠ 17 ☠ Female ☠
Note: Mali has extreme conflicting over confidence and under confidence. She just might not tell you that...
Appearance:
So you wanna know how I look? Well I’d say I look fantastic, but if you want to go into detail, I’ll give you what you want. I've got olive skin covered in little freckles. You can’t really notice them but if you look close enough, you can make them out. My face shape is like a heart and it’s also covered in minuscule freckles. I like them except on my face, I want my face to look flawless but I know that’s not happening no matter how much I plaster my face with the creams and makeup I steal from my Aunt. My hair is a chocolate-brown that ends at the middle of my chest. It’s not straight and neat, nor a complete mess, but it’s rather in between. At my forehead sits my bangs that end at my eyebrows, which are neatly trimmed. Below my eyebrows are my glinting brown eyes, and I hate them so much. I don’t think it’s fair to have such a boring color as my eyes. Why can’t it be green like the rest of my family? My nose is pretty normal, I can’t say much about it. My lips somehow always end up chapped no matter how much lip balm I put on them.
My posture isn’t my best feature. I always practice my posture everyday because my Aunt says that’s what makes a good woman. If you don’t have good posture, you’ll get nowhere in life. Sadly my Mom didn't teach me crap about manners, or maybe I just didn't want to learn. I like to slump around a lot and it gets me nowhere. I try to practice career training but it doesn’t help my sluggishness. My arms are rather squishy but I can tackle someone with ease. The problem is keeping them down and I’m not to good with that. Also, I have Scoliosis which makes my spine and curved and out of place. It’s really minor so it doesn’t affect my functionality, but it seems noticeable. As you can see, I’m amazing! Sarcasm was intended.
Personality:
I wouldn’t say I have the best personality. In fact, I’d say I have one of the worst! That’s just my opinion though so don’t start judging me. I’m a risk-taker so that means I do stuff I shouldn’t. Usually is I get caught by someone I say, ”Get lost kid, you didn’t see nothing.” or “Scram, I didn’t ask for an audience.” and they’d be so scared of my tough build that they’d run away to their mommies. Okay, yes, I’m exaggerating; I’ve never been caught before because I’m always cautious and alert. If I think something is stepping over the line or way too dangerous, I don’t do it. But trust me my standards are low in that area. And if I ever get caught I probably will fib about it or something to save my skin. I’m not an honest or trustworthy person so you probably shouldn’t trust everything I say. Take most things I say with a grain of Capitol imported salt. Though, this is the most honest I’ve ever been, telling my whole life story.
I’m a very curious girl so that means I’ll get into things I shouldn’t. Once I saw a peacekeeper roughing up some low life and instead of backing away I came closer for a better look. Don’t think I’d ever break up a fight either because I really wouldn’t, it’s too much fun watching some punk beat the crap out of a wimp. These dumb idiots need a few knocks in the head to straighten them out and toughen them up. I’ve seen people get killed in the streets by muggers and such and the targets were little weaklings. I myself try to do as much as I can by pummeling these puny pushovers. If people don’t start acting like they know what they’re getting themselves into they’re in for a hell of a ride all the way to the nearest hospital or healer. Don’t get me started on the Hunger Games tributes. Some of them are so weak that they could break with a flick of the wrist. These people of my District need some real toughening.
You could say that loving, but usually It’s for something I want. If I’ve got my eye on you, you probably have something like money or food or any kind of valuable resource. Now I wouldn’t say I’m a gold digger, but more of a girl who like receiving more than giving, a poor young women looking for a place in this world. Not buying it, eh? Well most men do and I usually get to feed myself for a little while before they get a clue and realize I’m using them, or rather their things. Sometimes I get really sad yet superior when I think about the way people think. Some people are just thick… really, really thick, like thicker than most skulls. It’s really frustrating in a way. Can’t people just be intelligent? Just a few people, please. That would just make my day.
History:
Why don’t I start with the day I popped outta my mom? Ah, that was fun. The blood, the screams of agony, the snipping of cords. Good times, good times. But then it sucked. And it sucked hard. My mom died, right there on the table. I know what you’re thinking, “How can your mom die? You live in the upper districts, I thought they had better technology?” Well yeah, generally, but my mom was one of those “off cases” where she loses too much blood and down she goes to the Underworld. My Aunt stepped in until I was old enough to take care of my own self. Now she just visits once it a while to teach me etiquette.
Please, don’t feel sorry for me; I really don’t need your pity. Anyways, I still got my dad. But, he’s about as helpful than a sack of potatoes. Actually potatoes are more helpful than him; at least potatoes can feed me. All my dad does all day is drink, drink, sleep, and drink. Oh yeah, and when he’s not sleeping or drinking, he decides to pop up at work. Don’t even ask me what his job is, I honestly don’t know. I don’t bother to ask and he doesn’t bother to tell me. But all I know is he makes decent money. But that money doesn’t go too far. But I’ve come up with a creative way of getting some for myself.
As I’ve said earlier, I trick people, guys in particular. I don’t have a lot of curves, and I’m kind of small, but I can be beautiful. What am I saying? I AM beautiful, gorgeous even. It doesn’t take much to have a guy fall for me. What I do- and don’t tell this to anyone- is I go to a local tavern. So far, so good. I pretend like I’m there to have a drink or eat something, but I’m actually scouting. For what? A guy with gold-lined pockets, that’s what. Any guy I think looks like he has something of value on him, I pick. I walk up to him, blink a few times, pucker my lips, and give him an offer he just can’t refuse. There’s an old warehouse a little bit ways down the road. If he likes what he sees, he should come by there at midnight, that night. After that, I wait. I wait for the mouse to fall into the trap. I ask him to remove his clothes, which doesn’t take much convincing, mind you, and relax. Now, I’m no prostitute; I don’t let anyone touch me. Next thing he knows, he has a knife to his throat. Now I politely ask him to get his fat ass outta here. I never give them back the clothes, though, so they have to end up walking back to wherever they came from stark nude. It’s hilarious, actually. Then I sort through the good stuff, and the junk. I’ve found money, IDs, different types of technology, and even- get this- wedding rings. That just makes this all the more fun. And the best part is that they are too embarrassed at what happened that they never say anything to the peacekeepers or any authority. It’s foolproof!
Face Claim:
Seychelle Gabrielle (not confirmed yet)
