Pandora Wilde//D2//FIN

Name:
Pandora (Dora) Wilde

Age: 17

Gender: female

District/Area: district 2

Career

History:

Many people want to have a pet, but most of them don't ever try to imagine
what it is like to be one's posession. I know how it feels, though.
Being my aunt's property. She can say that what I think is
ridiculous, but deep inside we both know that she can throw me out
into the streets whenever she feels like it. And she wants to do it
every time I cross the line. I have to do everything she tells me to
do, look like her, walk like her, talk like her. She decides when I
can go for a walk and when I should stay inside. She makes me dye my
hair black every month because it is fashionable
in her opinion.

It wasn't always like this. Until the age of thirteen I had a twin

sister and a couple of loving parents. And then they both vanished
when some idiot decided to take their lives and money in a narrow
alleyway. The only things they left to us was a house and a large
debt. I am not sure where the latter came from, but I know that the
house was sold to pay off the debt and I became a homeless orphan. My
mother's friend took my sister, but she didn't want to take another
child, so I ended up living with my mom's distant relative. I call
her "aunt", but actually she is not my aunt. However, does
it really matter?

She didn't want to take me, I know. But now, when she has already done

that, she is trying to make the most of it. "Yes, I have adopted
a girl. She is practically a daughter to me..." I am a good
advertisement for her salon. The only thing I can focus on now is
career training, because it is the only thing she considers suitable
for a young lady. No dating, no partying, no hanging out with
friends. I don't mind training, though. I remember my parents being
very passionate about it. They wanted their children to be stars, I
think. So I am trying to succeed at the one thing that would make
them proud. I especially like fighting with a sword, because it was
the first weapon I saw in my life.

Personality:

There is not much to me except for fighting skills. Not anymore. I used to

be a happy child and a rebellious one. I was always keen to try new
things. Now I have no opportunities to do so. I was rather friendly,
made a lot of friends. I guess, I have always been what they call "a
natural leader". Now, when I am not allowed to have a life of my
own, I can't afford friendships or any other relationships.

My aunt's home makes me sick. It is full of rules and taboos. Don't go

downstairs when someone is visiting, don't take food from the fridge
without permission. I live in a state of constant fear and feel like
I am constantly being watched. There are no proper hiding places in
this house. Auntie can always find me if she wants to. It makes me
angry at everything, grumpy and nervous.

I am deceitful. This is something I have been learning to be for years.

It is an essential character trait for those who live in conditions
like mine. I can tell a lie with an inoccent smile on my face, keep
silent if it is good for me. Truth is great, but not when it gets you
punished. In my case, it also gets me a thousand threats about being
thrown out and having no place to live.

Appearance:

The only thing that has been left of the real me is beauty. Even
the black hair colour can't spoil it. I have wonderful green eyes,
just like my mother. And I have funny freckles, like dad. My nose
also resembles my father's. I have pale skin which doesn't ever
change. Even in summer it stays as pale as it has always been. Maybe
it is because I almost never go out. It is not too pale though, so I
like it the way it is.

I am rather tall, but not freakishly tall. I also have strong arms and

legs because I work out regularly and not only in the training
center. When I can't go for a walk I often do push-ups in my room,
just to find a way to spend all my free time.Sometimes
I wish my parents could see how grown up and strong I am. Auntie
never says a single nice thing about my success in training.My
muscles get too big sometimes, though, and it can look weird, so I
try to keep extra exercising to the minimum to avoid looking like a
muscle lady. It doesn't really help sometimes, but it does help a
little. I am a girl, after all, not some weightlifting champion.

Other:

I am not desperate. Maybe that is what my aunt Neffie would want me
to feel like. But I am not going to give her any satisfaction. I know
that I am going to grow up eventually. And then I will find a job,
walk out of my aunt's house and find a place of my own. After that I
will go and find my sister. We will hug and live happily ever after,
because both me and Cody deserve a happy ending. After all we've been
through we totally deserve it.