n a m e : December Vale
a g e : seventeen
g e n d e r : female
d i s t r i c t : seven

a p p e a r a n c e :

Pretty isn't the best word to describe December Vale. "Pretty" is much too bland and general of a word - something that December most certainly is not. "Beautiful," "Gorgeous," and "Stunning" are no good either. She's the kind of girl who bewitches others with her elegance, the kind of girl that enhances the eye of the beholder. December is alluring, captivating, enchanting. And it's not difficult to see why.

Contrast to her name, December radiates light and warmth like an afternoon in July. Her champagne colored hair stretches from head to waist, complimented by natural strands of a rich brown. Her chestnut eyes glow luminously when in an animate mood, and blaze like a fire when angered. December's skin would be considered fair if she wouldn't spend most of her time outdoors, but mud and dirt don't scare her away from nature. Her attire consist of beat up leather boots, raggedy sweaters that are too large for her frame, and pants made of a cheap and thin material. The blonde's fast metabolism and constant physical activity gain her a lean and petite physique, and it helps to not have much to eat in the first place. Her towering height concludes to 5'7", and, compared to her mother's lower stature, often creates the illusion that December is the mother.


Not that you can really blame the people who would first think this. December's face gives the impression that she experienced wise lives before the one she lives in today.


p e r s o n a l i t y :

It's easy to please December Vale. But, then again, it's also easy to upset her. Most days, the seventeen year old's sensitivity gets the best of her - from evoking a delighted smile from her pink lips, or to triggering an enraged tantrum.

If, however, she gains the ability to control the reins of this flaw, she ultimately proves her good nature - or, at least, tries to.

December has it in her head that the world wouldn't be so frightful of a place if people were more concerned of others than themselves. She lives by the old phrase "Love thy neighbor," and she never fails to stick this in her mind everyday. And, according to December, "neighbor" has a universal meaning. The neighbor is a peacekeeper, her classmate, a stray dog, even a petty ladybug. The kindness and benevolence shared from this one person is never ending. Though love is naturally a good thing, the kind that December possesses scares the wits out of her mother. Although she hasn't much more Reapings to face, there still is a chance of her being proclaimed into the arena. As they say, love is blind, and if December is entered into The Hunger Games, she'll undoubtedly be blind as well.

Though loving, this doesn't prevent her from feeling any wicked or vile spirits in the pit of her heart. When necessary, this blonde will turn as icy as her name. December believes in and stands for justice, and when justice is not served, she won't hesitate in speaking her mind, and won't stop until it is heard.

The teen is also not hesitant in trying out new things, this ranging from food to a skill. When learning a new subject, she has the tendency of catching on as quick as a wild fire. Coming from a lower class family, knowledge is vital in her standards. She enjoys the feeling of accomplishing a task that requires either physical or intellectual strength.

Despite her positive characteristics, December fails in finding friendship with those of her age. Mostly, her ideals of love and a better world usually scare off others. She finds companionship with the most unlikely of people - the elderly baker, her father's old coworkers, the old woman who lives next door, and (at one point) a peacekeeper. But, for some reason, her social skills diminish when around those who share her young age.

h i s t o r y :

Often called "Ember" by close family and friends, December most certainly resembles one. In the midst of cold ashes, black charcoal, and lost hope, December remains as the one smoldering light, a flicker of faith in reckless chaos.

Although the Vales are lucky enough to live in District 7 and not some scanty district like 11 or 12, they're definitely not the luckiest of all who live in District 7. The collapse leading to misfortune began with the death of Erik Vale, December's father. He was the pillar that held their building from falling apart, otherwise known as the significant financial supporter of the house. Well, at least enough to financially provide three meals on the table daily. But, when he fell ill himself, it became obvious that the cost of medications could not be paid for, and a dark future suddenly lay ahead for all of them.

December remains as the only child of Mary and Erik Vale, the two previous children died during the pregnancy. Now, as an only child of a single and suffering mother, she unconsciously transforms into the strength pulling the family away from havoc. While Mary juggles three different jobs on a daily basis, December puts her spare time in illegally hunting in the vast woods of 7. Though she has no idea how to work a bow and arrow, she gets around with a hand held dagger and homemade traps.

Although the responsibility of having to feed herself and her mother are cruely forced onto her shoulders, December doesn't mind the task. Her love of nature taught her more lessons than school could ever teach her. For example, she knows which berries from which are edible or poisonous, which leaves are used as medication or yield rashes, and which flowers give off a pleasant fragrance or a toxic odor. When out in the woods, she tends to stay there as early as the Sun breaks out to the moment the moon makes it ascent across the sky. Coming home battered, tired, bruised, and dirty, she still never fails to bring back a meal with a lively spark illuminating her eyes.


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