Plunder Theft | District Three {FIN}

I come from a family of crime. My siblings. My cousins. We're all criminals in one way or another, I could say. What's my claim to fame? I'm a thief. My mother died a while back, and now it's just my siblings and I with my father. He takes good care of us, and also supports how we live our lives.

Personally, I'd say I'm the best at what I do. I've been a pickpocket and a shoplifter from a very young age, after all. My work is done much more efficiently than that of my siblings, in my opinion.  Most of my jewelry and other valuables that I now own were not originally mine, as I took them from unwitting people passing by, and clueless shopkeepers who were unable to keep an eye on their store. I've always been seen as rather selfish and rude, and people tell me this upfront quite often, which I've learned to ignore. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to anymore, either.

I've had a hatred for Peacekeepers ever since my mother died, since she was killed as a result of them. I'd prefer not to go into detail as to how she was killed, but I feel that, even without giving all of the information, one can see the reasonableness behind why I dislike them so much. When I was younger, at the age of thirteen, I was briefly put in the detention center for attacking a Peacekeeper and attempting to steal his gun. I was caught, and shown what I'd done wrong via punishment. I still don't regret what I did, though, and still despise Peacekeepers with a passion.

Now that I'm out of the detention center, I spend most of my days as I did before; being a thief. It runs in the family, really. None of us are completely clean and void of wrongdoing. That doesn't bother me, either. I look quite a bit like my mother did. We have the same eye color- a rather pretty blue. We also have a similar blonde hair color. Although, I suppose the proper word to use would be 'had' instead of 'have'. I'm often reminded of her when I look in the mirror, even if most of my memories of her are just pictures.

Some days, I'll sit on my bed in my room with a picture of her in my hand. I keep the frame on my nightstand most of the time, but there are some days where I pick it up and just look at her, wishing I could remember more about her. I guess my family is where the softer side of me comes in. I have quite a few cousins, as well as some siblings and I care about all of them. Normally, I don't take much time to care about people, but family is different for me. They're the few individuals in my life that I would protect if something tried to harm them.

People call me pretty on the outside, but say I'm not so pretty when it comes to my personality. Perhaps it's the way I dress that makes them think I'm attractive. Maybe it's my skinny figure. Whatever it is, though, I don't care. As long as they think I look good, I'm happy, as I put a lot of effort into my appearance on a daily basis. Although, I do wish people didn't say i had an ugly personality.

My family, in turn, seems like the only group of people that cares about me. They're always making sure that I'm doing well. If I'm sick, they try to make me feel better. Even if we're not all the most caring folks, and we've been raised in a life of crime, we still have that protective side to us that makes us acknowledge and care about how our family feels about things. At least, that's how it is for me. I care about my family, and I at least feel like they care about me.

Aside from stealing, I don't have many hobbies. Sure, I'm athletic and enjoy going for a run once in a while, but unfortunately, there's not many people to play sports with, nor much place to do so. I often wish there were, as it may have even kept me from stealing as much as I do. Perhaps not, though, as I think I'll always be this way. I'm not sure that anything really could have stopped it.