Kimmie Yov-Maoi {FINISHED} deceased
Sept 17, 2016 12:06:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 12:06:20 GMT -5
My name is...
Kimmie Yov-Maoi
mostly pronounced wrong. Its pronounced:
(KIMM-E-YOW-MAY).
I'm 17 years old, and i'm a resident of District Eight of Panem.
Kimmie Yov-Maoi
mostly pronounced wrong. Its pronounced:
(KIMM-E-YOW-MAY).
I'm 17 years old, and i'm a resident of District Eight of Panem.
Appearance:
Most people call me stunning, attractive, but they don't know a thing. Its not about Outer Beauty, It's about Inner Beauty, and if they new what my inner beauty was they would call me those things. Yeah, I have thick eyebrows that make my face look fierce, my shoulders are straight, so I don't slouch, and my face is just so beautiful i cannot describe it, but I will.
See, I'm not very modest, but I should be. I have dark brown eye's *almost black*, that just brighten up my face, my chubby, cherry rose colored lips just compliment my whole physique. I have breasts that won't quit. I have a small frame, but I'm actually pretty muscled. I have some minor flaws that I really hate, I have short eyelashes, and my nose bridge is pretty rough from a fight I got in at school. Above those I have a mole on my back of my neck that I try to hide with my damn beautiful hair.
I totally could go on all day about how awesome my hair is, but I will give a good peek. I like to have my hair down, with a small fishtail braid on top to cover ugly pimples, and I let the rest of my hair down to cover my horrible, dreadful, ugly mole on the back of my neck. My hair is blonde, but when I was born my roots of my hair were blackish-brownish.
See, I'm not very modest, but I should be. I have dark brown eye's *almost black*, that just brighten up my face, my chubby, cherry rose colored lips just compliment my whole physique. I have breasts that won't quit. I have a small frame, but I'm actually pretty muscled. I have some minor flaws that I really hate, I have short eyelashes, and my nose bridge is pretty rough from a fight I got in at school. Above those I have a mole on my back of my neck that I try to hide with my damn beautiful hair.
I totally could go on all day about how awesome my hair is, but I will give a good peek. I like to have my hair down, with a small fishtail braid on top to cover ugly pimples, and I let the rest of my hair down to cover my horrible, dreadful, ugly mole on the back of my neck. My hair is blonde, but when I was born my roots of my hair were blackish-brownish.
Personality:
I guess I'm nice, well I do think i'm fair, but I do talk about people behind their backs. I do tease people behind their backs. It's not like they don't do it either. It's not my problem that they do dumb things that I just want to talk to people about, and make fun of them for doing it. It's just in my nature. Ask my parents. They influenced me to do that. I was raised wrongly, but I cannot stop doing what my parents taught me to do.
I'm a hypocrite. I'm not afraid to admit it. I talk, tease, bully people behind their back, but once they do it to me, I cannot stand it. I scream, yell, flip out at them and usually fight them. Most of the time we don't tell a teacher, because we would probably get expelled and neither of us would want that to happen.
I do not trust people very lightly. I only trust my true friends, Dienna Croppoult, Henrietta Voss, and Yoxli McCarpenter. And I even don't trust them fully. I get high praise from my teacher's, because I am naturally smart, Just Kidding I usually look off the smart kid's paper. They don't care, because I usually seduce them so they won't bother to tell the teacher.
I'm a hypocrite. I'm not afraid to admit it. I talk, tease, bully people behind their back, but once they do it to me, I cannot stand it. I scream, yell, flip out at them and usually fight them. Most of the time we don't tell a teacher, because we would probably get expelled and neither of us would want that to happen.
I do not trust people very lightly. I only trust my true friends, Dienna Croppoult, Henrietta Voss, and Yoxli McCarpenter. And I even don't trust them fully. I get high praise from my teacher's, because I am naturally smart, Just Kidding I usually look off the smart kid's paper. They don't care, because I usually seduce them so they won't bother to tell the teacher.
History:
I was born close to the end of The 57th Hunger Games. My parents said I was a beautiful baby, and I knew I was cause look how I turned out now. I grew up in a wealthy home, surrounded with money and glamour. I had more than I wanted, more than I needed. When I was 3, I almost died. I was on a toy tricycle, and I fell down the stairs. Blood was spewing from my skull. My parents rushed me to the hospital where they diagnosed I suffered a small concussion, and I had a permanent scar on my head.
I had to wear a bandage around my head for a few months, then at 6, my parents hired me a teacher to teach me things until I go off to elementary school, when I'm 7. My teacher absolutely hated me. Told my parents lies, and then they fired they teacher for telling lies about their daughter. That was the first time I laughed since I got my concussion.
At 11, It was my first reaping. I didn't get picked, but I felt sorry for the ones that did. I always felt sorry for the ones that had to endure the pain, and die with people jumping and laughing over their deaths, while their families lay in tears, crying when they see their children die at the hands of another child. At 15, I started Highschool, and that's when turned into a colossal bitch. I talked about people, bullied people. I was always proud of myself for some reason. Now I'm 17, narrorating my own story. And It only begins here.
I had to wear a bandage around my head for a few months, then at 6, my parents hired me a teacher to teach me things until I go off to elementary school, when I'm 7. My teacher absolutely hated me. Told my parents lies, and then they fired they teacher for telling lies about their daughter. That was the first time I laughed since I got my concussion.
At 11, It was my first reaping. I didn't get picked, but I felt sorry for the ones that did. I always felt sorry for the ones that had to endure the pain, and die with people jumping and laughing over their deaths, while their families lay in tears, crying when they see their children die at the hands of another child. At 15, I started Highschool, and that's when turned into a colossal bitch. I talked about people, bullied people. I was always proud of myself for some reason. Now I'm 17, narrorating my own story. And It only begins here.
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