Jo Ross (District 8)
Apr 15, 2014 22:46:45 GMT -5
Post by cm on Apr 15, 2014 22:46:45 GMT -5
Name: Jo Ross
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 8
Appearance: I have a heart-shaped face and short, choppy hair just that reaches my shoulders in a lovely shade of chocolate brown, just like my dad’s. Unlike him, though, I’m fond of picking wildflowers to decorate my hair with. I’m actually glad that there’s no way I could dye my hair. If there were, I’d be so conflicted between keeping the amazing color I love and trying out bold new ones. My eyes are also brown, though I wish they were green. My cheekbones are nicely defined, though that’s more or less due to my lack of food; a natural blush is in my lightly colored skin, as well. I have a small, narrow nose and long, dark eyelashes like my mother and younger sister. My chin, though small, is angular, another feature I wish I didn’t have.
I’m about 5’4” and have a curvy frame and light olive skin. I’m not a particularly active girl, but I think that it’s better that I’m clever, so it doesn’t bother me much that I have twigs where other people would have well-defined muscle.
Sometimes I get to bring home the rejected garments from the factory and make them into whatever I want to wear. I wouldn’t say that I copy the styles of the Capitol, by I do like to experiment with strange and new looks. If I only could get my hands on some makeup I would look amazing. I did give myself a couple of piercings, though, just out of curiosity. Now I have two holes in my upper left ear and one in my left lobe that I decorate with three little studs of jewelry that I saved up for about five years ago.
Personality: By nature I’m a troublemaker. My sister and cousins like to call me names like “The Evil One” or “The Bad Seed”, but I’m not terrible or anything. I just like to have fun in ways that some people consider…less that good. I’ll admit that I’m not above a little subtle manipulation. But that doesn’t make me a bad person, does it? It’s better than trying to physically injure people, right?
I like to draw and paint whenever I get the chance. Paint is harder to come by than charcoal, though, so it’s a rare treat to be able to express myself in color. My parents would rather me do well in school so I can try to get a better job, but I tell them that I don’t see the point. I see the point. I just don’t care enough. I have trouble reading, which I’d admit to no one, and I’d rather lock myself away in my room so I can draw. At least when I’m drawing I don’t feel like a loser lacking in the skills that everyone around me has.
Cari is only eleven, but she’s a very good reader, much better than I am. She likes to read me stories at night by the light of a candle. She says she enjoys the “ambiance”, whatever that means. She’s a great sister and she means so much to me.
I’m super competitive with my sister and cousins. We’re a really close-knit bunch and I love to challenge them all to ridiculous things and then try to beat them at it. They’re the only ones who I let touch me. Even my parents know better than to try to make physical contact. From a handshake to a hug, it just makes me uncomfortable, even if I don’t know why.
History: I have a little sister named Cari who’s 11 years old. That’s it. I have one sister. But sometimes it seems like I have four, because my cousins Jalex, Kathryn, and Max are so close to me and my sister that it’s like having three extra siblings.
My father and his brother are both apparently slummers…or whatever the word would be for someone of their kind. Even though they came from a wealthy District 2 family, they both fell in love while on a business trip here in 8. They left their money behind so they could start families with the women they loved. I think that’s incredibly sweet, but I can’t help but wonder how much different my life would be if I’d been born the spoiled daughter of a Capitol pet.
Dad is now the manager of a textile storehouse not far from our house. He makes decent pay, but when things started to get harder for our family, Mom was forced to start working as a seamstress. She claimed that she wanted to be a teacher, but, like me, she was never all that smart when it came to schooling. In fact, I love my mom, but she’s not too bright at all.
Eventually, even with the three of us working, we were struggling to get food on the table. There was no chance of getting money from Dad’s family, since they’d disowned their sons for the “betrayal” of moving to a lower district. Aunt Ruby and Uncle Ralph’s family was in the same position as ours, with Aunt Ruby teaching and Uncle Ralph and my oldest cousin working in the factory with me. We held a joint-family meeting and it was decided that we’d all move in together. Things have picked up since then. We still work hard to feed ourselves, but with all of us under one roof I feel like our family has only grown closer through the hardship.
Unfortunately, in order to fill our stomachs, we’ve had to put our names in the bowl quite a few times. Me, Jalex, Kathryn, and Max are all going to be at risk when the next Hunger Games comes around.
Codeword: Odair
Other: When I get nervous or when I’m trying to talk too quickly, I’ll develop a temporary stutter.
OOC: Hi, I’m CM. I’m new, so I’m not really sure if I’ve got this right. If anything needs to be updated, I’ll be glad to get on it right away. Even though I’ll probably be figuring out how to navigate this site for a while, it looks awesome and I can’t wait to start roleplaying!
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District: 8
Appearance: I have a heart-shaped face and short, choppy hair just that reaches my shoulders in a lovely shade of chocolate brown, just like my dad’s. Unlike him, though, I’m fond of picking wildflowers to decorate my hair with. I’m actually glad that there’s no way I could dye my hair. If there were, I’d be so conflicted between keeping the amazing color I love and trying out bold new ones. My eyes are also brown, though I wish they were green. My cheekbones are nicely defined, though that’s more or less due to my lack of food; a natural blush is in my lightly colored skin, as well. I have a small, narrow nose and long, dark eyelashes like my mother and younger sister. My chin, though small, is angular, another feature I wish I didn’t have.
I’m about 5’4” and have a curvy frame and light olive skin. I’m not a particularly active girl, but I think that it’s better that I’m clever, so it doesn’t bother me much that I have twigs where other people would have well-defined muscle.
Sometimes I get to bring home the rejected garments from the factory and make them into whatever I want to wear. I wouldn’t say that I copy the styles of the Capitol, by I do like to experiment with strange and new looks. If I only could get my hands on some makeup I would look amazing. I did give myself a couple of piercings, though, just out of curiosity. Now I have two holes in my upper left ear and one in my left lobe that I decorate with three little studs of jewelry that I saved up for about five years ago.
Personality: By nature I’m a troublemaker. My sister and cousins like to call me names like “The Evil One” or “The Bad Seed”, but I’m not terrible or anything. I just like to have fun in ways that some people consider…less that good. I’ll admit that I’m not above a little subtle manipulation. But that doesn’t make me a bad person, does it? It’s better than trying to physically injure people, right?
I like to draw and paint whenever I get the chance. Paint is harder to come by than charcoal, though, so it’s a rare treat to be able to express myself in color. My parents would rather me do well in school so I can try to get a better job, but I tell them that I don’t see the point. I see the point. I just don’t care enough. I have trouble reading, which I’d admit to no one, and I’d rather lock myself away in my room so I can draw. At least when I’m drawing I don’t feel like a loser lacking in the skills that everyone around me has.
Cari is only eleven, but she’s a very good reader, much better than I am. She likes to read me stories at night by the light of a candle. She says she enjoys the “ambiance”, whatever that means. She’s a great sister and she means so much to me.
I’m super competitive with my sister and cousins. We’re a really close-knit bunch and I love to challenge them all to ridiculous things and then try to beat them at it. They’re the only ones who I let touch me. Even my parents know better than to try to make physical contact. From a handshake to a hug, it just makes me uncomfortable, even if I don’t know why.
History: I have a little sister named Cari who’s 11 years old. That’s it. I have one sister. But sometimes it seems like I have four, because my cousins Jalex, Kathryn, and Max are so close to me and my sister that it’s like having three extra siblings.
My father and his brother are both apparently slummers…or whatever the word would be for someone of their kind. Even though they came from a wealthy District 2 family, they both fell in love while on a business trip here in 8. They left their money behind so they could start families with the women they loved. I think that’s incredibly sweet, but I can’t help but wonder how much different my life would be if I’d been born the spoiled daughter of a Capitol pet.
Dad is now the manager of a textile storehouse not far from our house. He makes decent pay, but when things started to get harder for our family, Mom was forced to start working as a seamstress. She claimed that she wanted to be a teacher, but, like me, she was never all that smart when it came to schooling. In fact, I love my mom, but she’s not too bright at all.
Eventually, even with the three of us working, we were struggling to get food on the table. There was no chance of getting money from Dad’s family, since they’d disowned their sons for the “betrayal” of moving to a lower district. Aunt Ruby and Uncle Ralph’s family was in the same position as ours, with Aunt Ruby teaching and Uncle Ralph and my oldest cousin working in the factory with me. We held a joint-family meeting and it was decided that we’d all move in together. Things have picked up since then. We still work hard to feed ourselves, but with all of us under one roof I feel like our family has only grown closer through the hardship.
Unfortunately, in order to fill our stomachs, we’ve had to put our names in the bowl quite a few times. Me, Jalex, Kathryn, and Max are all going to be at risk when the next Hunger Games comes around.
Codeword: Odair
Other: When I get nervous or when I’m trying to talk too quickly, I’ll develop a temporary stutter.
OOC: Hi, I’m CM. I’m new, so I’m not really sure if I’ve got this right. If anything needs to be updated, I’ll be glad to get on it right away. Even though I’ll probably be figuring out how to navigate this site for a while, it looks awesome and I can’t wait to start roleplaying!
