Reeve Moreau, D11

Reeve is the polar opposite of intimidating, physically at least. She is what would be called 'petite'-- Slender build and light features, standing, at the most, at 5'3. Reeve's hair is a dark-chocolate brown- nearing black- which, along with her deep blue eyes, only compliment with her pale skin. Her face lightly dappled with freckles, thin eyebrows, and a natural smile. Pretty, but not what you would call an imposing sight.
Her dark hair is almost always unkempt-- yet this is hardly a problem as her due is always kept short for convenience. It hangs just a few inches below her ears.
Reeve's usual clothing are airy garments-- tank tops, shorts, etc-- with something warm on top, such as a jacket. She loves the colour blue and wears it frequently.

Don't let Reeve's appearance fool you; her looks are very deceiving, keeping hidden the hot-tempered, proud little warrior her foster parents trained her to be.
She used to be a happy child. Was, and still is, though that personality trait doesn't surface as often as it once did. However, this doesn't stop her from being frustratingly optimistic, or very social.
Reeve knows herself, and knows herself well. She acknowledges the fact that she is selfish, nosy, and blunt, and easily offended, and downright stubborn. She hates it when people tell her what she must do, what the rules are, especially if it against her interests.
She doesn't trust very easily, but responds well to optimistic and honest people, as she admires those traits.
Fiercely protective of her friends or anyone she believes worth protecting.
Protective, but when it comes to it, selfish as I mentioned. She will almost always put her own life and feelings before anyone else's.

"When running away from a mad, hungry bear, you don't have to outrun the bear. You only need to outrun your friend."

Reeve lived a fortunate life, money-wise. Her foster father a baker, her mother a small-time seamstress. They stood on the line between rich and poor, always making enough to survive comfortably, but never having enough for many luxuries.
And both Reeve's foster parents were firm believers of the Hunger Games.
Reeve never knew her real parents; they supposedly sold her to her current family for a few coins, as they were wretchedly poor.
Her childhood was full of happiness, but when she reached seven winters, they began to train her in the art of fighting. Immediately they saw the Reeve took to the blunter variety of weapons despite her thin build; the axe is still her favourite today, although she is rather partial to using bows.
Her foster parents treated her fairly, at first. They weren't strict, and let things flow as she progressed. But eventually their leniency had an effect on Reeve that they deemed unacceptable; she began to skip out on classes. By the time she was ten they began to beat her for skipping, and she quickly lost heart.


As a useless side note, Reeve's distant origins are French. Hence the last name, meaning 'son of the moor'.