Desdemona-Rose Nomkhubulwane | D11 {FIN}

"You're a drunk," people often tell me, as if I don't already know that fact about myself. They're not wrong. I take pride in my family's ability to craft their own beer, even if it's likely that we're not supposed to be doing so. We sell it under the table and drink plenty of it ourselves. It's how our family has become so wealthy. Although, when people ask how we obtained our wealth, I normally just tell that that it's none of their business. If I'm at home, about ninety per cent of the time, I have a beer in my hand. If they knew me well enough, they'd know this, and likely figure out the source of the cash on their own, if they're intelligent enough.

"You're a bitch," they also tell me sometimes. They're not incorrect on that accord, either. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm rather full of myself and that I'm not very kind towards most people. If you're a goody-two-shoes, there's a very small chance that I'll choose to befriend you, unless you're exceptionally attractive. When I was in school, the 'good kids' avoided me like the plague and the 'popular kids' came to me like a paperclip to a magnet. 

My friends and I at school were often referenced as the bullies out of everyone. It's not like we were all complete asses. If anything, I was the main nuisance towards people, making fun of those who weren't quite as wealthy or popular as me, or that didn't have many friends. Now, with what seems like my 'entirely negative' personality, it may be hard to believe that I actually obtained friends- especially the popular crowd. Well, I wouldn't consider my personality to be entirely negative. (Personally, I don't consider much of it negative at all, but that's only if you ask me).

Of course, I have plenty of very positive traits, in my opinion. Even though I live by the mindset that people need to be careful of what they say and who they say it to, and that if they have something bad happen to them, they were likely asking for it, I still have a kinder side to me. I love little kids- I have a soft spot for them. Anyone under the age of fourteen is like a little sibling to me, as long as they aren't too annoying. I find them quite fun to be around, for some reason. I'm not entirely sure why, but people my own age are more likely to irritate me than a five year old girl would be.

Another positive trait of mine is that I'm very self-confident. Although, some people say that I'm over-confident, but I don't personally think that that's the case. I flaunt my good looks that I was blessed enough to be born with, and I'm very happy with my entire appearance. My beautiful, blonde hair reaches down past my shoulders in waves, and my blue-green eyes are strikingly pretty. I dress rather nicely, using my family's deserved earnings to buy the best clothes I can find in District Eleven.

I reach about five feet and seven inches tall, slightly taller than most of my female friends. I'm very light-weight and skinny, and, although I'll admit that I could use some more meat on my bones, I'm athletic and active enough that I don't actually have the ability to gain the weight. This keeps me at a somewhat scrawny 121 pounds as of the last time that I checked my weight. Sometimes I wish I were a bit more muscular so that I could be of an average body type, which I suppose is one of my insecurities about my appearance. I also have trouble keeping my nails from breaking, meaning that they don't normally look the greatest, which bothers me quite a bit.

When I was little, my mother started calling me Rosie. It was a nickname that stuck with me, and my friends started calling me that as well, as that was how I began to introduce myself from then on. My father, however, refuses to call me by a nickname, as he says that I was "named Desdemona-Rose for a reason". I don't ever bother asking him what that reason is, as I don't want to trigger his temper. He's very quick to snap, so I know I have to listen to what he tells me to do.

My mother died when I was sixteen, so I began working a job. I work in a shop in the District Square that sells inexpensive jewelry (as that's the only kind of jewelry most people in Eleven can afford). It was the only job I could really find, but it works for me, as it means that I'm not completely mooching off of my family. My brothers each work jobs as well, different than my own. My eldest brother helps my father with the beer making business, and my two other brothers work in a bakery in town. When it comes to my younger sister, she is still in school, so she isn't currently working a job.

During the time that I was still in school, I was rather popular. It wasn't always that way, though. In my early years of school from about age four until age thirteen, I was bullied quite a bit. After a while, it stopped, as my family had become more wealthy, and as a result, I became more confident. I started drinking on my sixteenth birthday, which was the same day my mother died. I was thoroughly upset and had seen my dad drink when he was upset, and decided to try it myself. I drank a beer that night, and I haven't really stopped doing so since.

I don't just drink when I'm upset, though. I drink almost every day, to completely honest. I can be in the best of moods, and I'll pop open a beer. I could have had a terrible day, or just an average day, and I'll do the same thing. I get home from work and there's a beer in my hand most of the time. I'd consider myself an alcoholic, which, yes, I know isn't something to be proud of. Regardless, I admit that it's the truth.