Post by kap on May 25, 2016 6:45:06 GMT -5
CINDER
Twelve Seventeen | District Eleven | Female
The Image Is Faded
I would describe myself as tall and rather skinny, even for a young girl. I have a soft-looking face and what I've been told are sometimes eyes of kindness, and other times eyes of fear. More commonly, I would say my blue eyes are full of a mixture of the two. My blonde hair is somewhat short, and I often keep it tied back to prevent it from getting in the way. What I personally like to wear doesn't matter, as I'm not allowed to choose my own clothing, and never have been. The only thing I have consistent about my attire is a small necklace that I wear around my neck with a small glass pendant on it.
Some people would say that I'm unhealthily skinny. If I were to lift my shirt, one could see my ribs and my spine. My wrists are small and my fingers are brittle. My feet are very small and delicate, like that of a ballerina. It's hard to find any shoes that fit my feet, so I normally just wear socks instead of shoes. I've been told I look cute for a little girl, and I also look younger than I am. I've often been confused for being ten years old or younger, as young as seven. From working around the house so much, I have bruises on my legs almost constantly, as well as some scars from accidentally cutting myself on things that I'm cleaning up, such as glass.
I'm Just In The Background
I've always been told that I have a kind heart. I have good intentions towards almost everyone, though if it came down to me ending up in the games, I don't know if I would fight or not. My mind says yes, you need to live. My heart says no, no one would care. I'm a determined young girl, always trying to get things done and doing as I'm told (despite sneaking out of the house once in a while at night). It's hard to explain your good qualities to someone, I would say. It seems so much easier to say what is wrong. Well, at least for me.
I have a lot of flaws, personally. I argue with my step-mother and step-sisters a lot. Then again, everyone argues with people at some point. I'm frail, so I don't have very much confidence. I'm often quite down on myself, in reality. I may seem like I hold myself well, with meaning. Whereas, in all actuality, I don't like how I am. I'm not the confident, quirky type. I'm often quiet, and when I'm not, I feel that I am upsetting or bothering people.
Why do I always feel this way? Perhaps it's because I have had very few good experiences with other human beings. Animals have become some of my closest friends. I like to work in the fields when given the chance, since it gets me away from the family, but it also means I risk interacting with someone there who doesn't end up liking me. It's happened before, and I always fear a recurrence. I'm scared easily, as a lot of things startle me outside the home. It's something I hope to overcome quite soon, as that would make a big part of my life better.
My Past Is Pointless Anyway
I was born to a rather wealthy family for someone residing in District Eleven. My mother, however, passed away when I was very young, and my father remarried. The wretched woman that he decided to associate is with has two children, which are my terrible step sisters. They're both around my age, just a bit older. My step mother is a cruel, cold-hearted woman who doesn't care even the slightest bit about me. Due to how selfish and vain she is, all of the wealth my family had before she came around is now gone. We're a rather poor family, if I even choose to consider anyone but my father to be family.
Why don't I consider my step-mother family? As I said, she is very cruel. She pampers my step-sisters, but cares nothing for me. I'm treated terribly, never allowed the privelages they are. My father is becoming more and more distant from me these days, too, so I'm starting to feel alone. It's quite stressful to deal with. He hasn't even allowed me to know my own name. Simply, I have been given the nickname 'Cinder'. That is all anyone know, including myself, about my name. I never want to be home, and I rarely get out. I'd be very lucky if my step-mother allowed to go for a walk. There's no way she'd allow me to go to a party or anything. Heck, she's even told me that she wishes I'd get picked for the games so that I would be doing something of use to someone, or at least be entertainment.
Childhood has been really rough, and I hate to admit it, but I'm still a child. I never made any friends, and always would just associate with the animals around the house and those that would come to our back garden. I spend my days around the house doing work for the family, such as cleaning and cooking every day. I rarely get any sort of break, except when I'm at school. At this point, I'm beginning to hope that I will be chosen for the games, as it would rid me of my terrible past. Not only that, it would likely be the biggest adventure of my life.
NOTES: Yes, as you've probably noticed, she's based on Cinderella <3