Kanji Munimoto (d3)

Appearance:

I have long brown hair that reaches to my hip. My mother tries to cut it all the time and you can often see her trying to sneak up behind me with a pair of scissors. Ever since I was six I never cut my hair. I wanted to grow it long and I did. I grew it long because I thought it matched my eyes and my skin tone. My eyes are almost exactly the same brown as my hair, and my skin is just a bit lighter than my brown hair which I think looks wonderful when they are matched up together in the rare sunlight. I'm going to tell you something now and if you tell anyone I swear I will get back at you. I have pimples all along the top of my forehead which is one reason I grow my hair long. I also have these two dry spots on my nose which is why the sides are always read because I'm trying to wipe all the dead skin off my face.

Remember. Don't tell ANYONE. I don't know how to gut people but I'm sure I can learn quickly.

I think I am tall for my age as I stand at five feet six inches. I am a 114 pounds which is about three fourths muscle. I work in a factory that requires a bit of heavy lifting and so my arms bulge slightly with muscle. Oh, I forgot to mention something about my eyes. They are always in motion, trying to find something interesting to look at. A lot of people find this slightly creepy when they lock on you if your interesting enough to merit my attention.

My hands are large, which is good for the lifting in the factory I work at, but my fingers are long and slender, which is good for being delicate with toys and such.



Personality:


Ok, darling, if you hear people when they talk about me, normally the first thing they say is that I have vanity issues. I don't see what they mean by that. I just believe that you should look your best at all possible times. I mean, I carry a small mirror around with me everywhere but that does mean I'm vain. Does it? Another thing is that I've math and am really good at it. I also enjoy being really precision in everything. In school when we learned about finding the area of a circle most people used 3.14 as Pi. I used 3.14159265 35897932384626433832795028841971693993751. My teachers were always surprise when I handed in my tests they were so exact when my peers were rounding to the nearest tenth.

Past math I didn't do much thinking. I was never like my friends and played the imaginary games we they were pirates and wizards. They said I didn't have any imagination. That's not true. I just saw a patch of grass where they saw a fairy. I saw a peacekeeper when they saw a demon. I'm not very kind or caring either. Don't ask me to coddle you ever. I just don't like the fact that people expect to be coddled when they're sad. I just stick everything out though. What's the point in getting kindness when your sad. It will just encourage you to be sad more and more until your house is full of tears and you drown. Actually that might be a good thing...

Despite being what you call "cruel" I can be kind from time to time. When I am in one of my curious moods I can be nice to find out stuff. You remember how my eyes Rove around like that? That is because I am always for something new to see. I search for the unexpected and I find it. Oh news update. I have another thing I want to tell you which you can't tell anyone. I kind of like violence. You may have picked up on that from the way I was talking earlier. Also, I trust everyone. I don't think anyone could betray me or be mean to me. I mean how could they, I am perfect, aren't I?



History:

Ok. The stuff in this section you musn't reveal or I swear I will destroy you and dance on your grave. I am part of a gang. I have been ever since I was fifteen. I wanted more excitement in my life and so I joined up. We didn't do much except beat up some kids every few weeks, get into street brawls, and steal maybe a bit from a few wealthy people. After a year or so I started dating the leader of the gang. I loved him even though I tried not to show it. And just a month ago, he proposed to me. I said yes. We are going to get married after this reaping because then I will be able to be free and live my life with him. Now this is the really important part. Which is why I can't be reaped no matter what for the 70th games. There is the bomb. Why I, a cruel person, a violent person, doesn't want to go into the games.

You may be wondering what I am doing in a gang. It's not really only for the thrill of things. It's to get a bit more money. You see, we sell some drugs that the peacekeepers dislike us selling, but we get played a bit for. The money keeps quite a few of us going on living. I know it's not exactly legal but we haven't really been caught yet.

Ok, time to direct your attention to a different part of my life. I was born and raised in a small apartment building in the center of our district. The house was always old and filthy. I lived with my parents and a younger sister who died when I was six. I will tell you why in a moment. Anyways, my mother was a not very well played teacher and my father was an unemployed drunk. He always hit me when I was bad. Anyways, my sister died because she was so thirsty because our father didn't let us drink when we were bad. So one day, my sister who was only five at the time, tried to drink a bit of my father's alcohol. My father noticed and best her to death. He was brought to the detention center. I don't miss him.

My mother cries every night still though. I don't get what she saw in that pig. I ha even being related to him. Pretty soon though my mom stopped going to work. We fell into really hard times and could barely pay to keep our house. After a while she got a new job, but still felt distant from the cheerful woman she used to be. Now I live on my own now. I still send my mother enough money to live, but I'm not sure how long I can do that. You see, my employer found out I was with a gang. And I can tell he just wants to fire me. I don't understand why though. Aren't I perfect?