Elara Zodiia | District 7 | FIN

Changing like the face of the Moon, there is always a different side to Elara. Every day is different with Elara, she is a very unpredictable girl. Complicated is probably the best word to describe her.

Most of the time Elara seems emotionally immature, she tends to shut down all her emotions. She finds it hard to communicate what she is feeling, so doesn’t bother doing it at all. At first glance she may seem like a blank canvas but once you’re able to know her much better, her true personality begins to shine through, even if she rarely spreads a smile.

Growing up in a big household, Elara is very family-oriented. Taking care of the younger siblings, she doesn’t have loyalties for just one member but all of them. She’ll move mountains to help anyone and may even lavish someone she is bonded to with gifts. Elara has shown to be a real mother figure towards the younger siblings and is expected to be a great mother when the time comes.

Elara spends most of her time at home, doing all the housework with her mother, she is called a hermit by many of her siblings. She isn’t the one to go out and socialise and have fun. Elara finds comfort with staying indoors, her house is her protection. Whenever she is not cleaning, she spends time decorating her bedroom, if she does go out; she collects things to put into her room. Elara’s room has her signature all over it. Wooden objects obtained from the market, dotted all over the room. Bright cotton curtains lace her window, changed to match each season. Her room is her own individual paradise and she takes pride in decorating it to her standards. 

Just as she decorates her room, Elara tends to her appearance too. With a creative forced engulfed inside of her, Elara tends to have a wacky appearance every other day, Wrapping her sun bleached blonde hair in rags before bed, it turns wavy in the morning, changing from its dull straightness. Elara has attempted in the past to dye her hair using berries but it went terribly wrong. Purple stains were splattered around the house; remnants of the disaster still remain in her bedroom, although the purple patches look rather artistic to Elara. Failing to change her hair colour, Elara has had to stick with the blonde hair although she still regularly attempts to change its style.

Colouring her eyes is a shade of dark blue, Elara hasn’t attempted the change the colour of them and she is rather fond of them. Rising to a height of 5ft 5 inches, Elara is also fond of her height, not too tall or too small. With the lack of manual labour like all the lumbers in the District, Elara has a very skinny un-toned body type. Her arms are like twigs, they aren’t brittle but Elara lacks in a lot of physical strength. This puts her in an unfortunate position if she was to ever be attacked by anyone.

Being the creative one that she is, Elara tends to wear flowers found around the District in her hair, just the one; until her mother found a golden crab hair piece in the market. She gave it too Elara. The crab represents Elara’s zodiac sign, so suited well. Elara now never has it out of her hair; it is probably the most valuable thing she owns.

Negativity flows in Elara’s personality, which is why she tends to have mood swings. Fearing rejection, Elara has a paranoia that she may be abandoned by her family. She feels different than them, after all she is always stuck in the house and isn’t the typical lumber like all the civilians in the District. Elara has built a shell around her, which protects her from this reject. This is why she doesn’t tend to make new friends.

Running alongside her fear of being rejected is a hint of resentfulness. If she ever feels like she has been treated unfairly, she just goes into overload. Locking herself in her room a causing a right havoc for the family. She may be sobbing in her room for days or she may just make the lives of her family hell. Being morbid while having the family dinner, she may just sit silent or shout at them all across the table. Being unable to show her emotions properly, they all just build up and come out awkwardly. Elara may seem quite bitter because of this and most of the people she knows grow to hate her, worrying she may just lash out at them at some point.

Slamming the door in someones face is what Elara regularly does. If she feels someone has dishonored her, she will shut them out forever. Sometimes without reason, her victim may have no clue what they’ve done. If Elara has shut someone out, it is unlikely they will ever be let in again. Even if someone tried their hardest to win her over , it will never happen, once you’re out; you’re out with Elara. This has caused a lot of friendships to end for Elara, with helps with her being the hermit of the family.

Being a part of a big family, Elara was born in the middle, so had plenty of older siblings to help her and younger ones to tend to herself. Elara didn’t grow close to any one particular family member, she just loved them all as equally as each other. As a child she took to the main industry in District Seven, lumber. Learning to hold an axe at a young age, she grew bored of the skill, turning her attentions elsewhere. Elara grew a fondness for art, which is why she decorates herself so often.

Taking to her schooling well, she enjoyed it. Shining in her writing skills, Elara discovered she could write poetry and novels, she could even illustrate the short stories she wrote. Growing up with a pen stuck to her hand, Elara was always doodling on pieces of paper, rarely communicating with anyone else and her mind was lost in her creativeness. Many of her doodles are dotted across her room; some are even stuck in the kitchen. One particular of a tree and a lake is framed, she hope to sell her art as she grows older.

When her father disappeared, Elara didn’t know what to think of it. It was all sudden, like the rest of the family, she did fear for him, where had he gone? He was a business man with everything he wanted, Elara doubted he just left. Fearing he may have been killed, Elara kept up to her axe throwing, practicing in her room. None of her siblings know about it but whenever they’re out, she even goes outside and practices on the trees near her house. The axe is kept under her bed and it is the only protection that she has. Being the creative one that she is, the axe is decorated with a daisy chain along the handle, even pigments of the purple berries she attempted to use on her hair, dye the blade of the axe.