Risland Stire, District 9

Name: Rislan Stire
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
Appearance:



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My hair represents the passing of time. From the ultimate blackness of the night sky to the sun which returns each morning. It falls right to my shoulders with dark waves of dark chocolate and bright waves of grain. Despite it being rather raggedy, I find pleasure in the simplicity of it.

My structure stands rather on the short side. With small, delicate feet and the shape of a porcelain doll. For the clouds above me taunt me, as I only stand at 5 feet and 4 inches. My waist tightens as a rubber band, due to the lack of food available in District 9. Like a forest has trees, my skin is cloaked in multiple rough patches; which people often find unattractive.

As if someone was pulling on them, my eyes each slant down and slightly outwards. As if I wasn’t already so undesirable, my lines from my chin stretch from my ears, and then reach down to a tack at my chin. I am not beautiful. I am me.
Personality:

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My personality reflects of the night sky. The first thing noticed is the utter darkness that cloaks the sky. I can often be dark, and rather dreary, but you need to get to know me. Like the white, crystal stars in the sky, I do have a glimmer inside me. I open to music, as if I was a box, in which the codeword to open was a song.

Besides my love of rhythm, other notions can get me to crack. A simple smile, followed by a laugh is always something
I have found desirable. Both about myself, and about others. However; I do have a tendency to cry. A small thing can cause my eyes to flow like a waterfall.

Animals are another passion I display. Due to our heavy plows, we do have horses planted throughout our district. Though I am not supposed to, I often take my horse down the road. Of course; I love all animals. Whether it be dogs, cats or even a skunk, they all matter to me.
History:

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Ever since my brother had passed, dark clouds had then stalked me no matter where I trekked. At age 11, only 1 year before his first reaping, he died of starvation. Only then were we lucky enough for my father to outgrow most farms in the District. Sadly; it was too late for him. He died in my arms.

My mother teaches at the small, brick building we call school. It is only two rooms, and rather barren of supplies. Each morning, I pass by my brothers grave and then walk to the school building with my mother. My father has shut us out, and works in our field all the way until sundown. He tries to provide for us as much as possible, but when you’re basically an outline district, there is no luxury.

I have no friends, mostly because I shut everyone else out. Winter; my horse, is the only thing I talk to. She understands me the most out of everyone. A typical meal consists of bread, and possibly some sort of cream if we have the money. Bread is basically what everyone eats here, considering we farm grain for the stuck up little- , well, the people of the Capitol.

I blame them for the loss of my brother.
Codeword: oDair
Other: I, as a person, am Dyslexic. Also, I tried adding pictures, but if they didn't work, terribly sorry, I'm not very tech-savvy