Clarissa Michaels | District 10
Dec 23, 2015 9:32:52 GMT -5
Post by ~ Speedy ~ on Dec 23, 2015 9:32:52 GMT -5
Clarissa Michaels
Age: 12
Gender: Female
District/Area: 10
Face Claim: Emily Alyn Lind
Appearance
I am Clarissa Michaels. Being a young skinny girl I don't know much but I don't know too little. Coming from District 10 I am basically what you would say underfed. No 3 meals a day, no food shopping, no any of that. Even though we are known for livestock we still don't get enough food on our tables because we import our livestock items to the Capital. Its just trading for food and on some occasions starving. Sometimes we do raise animals to cook later on but that is rare with my family. Its not that hard to live herein District 10.
My eyes are blue. Just blue. People try to argue saying my eyes are gray but they are blue. They are just darker and stormier than the normal blue color of eyes. Oh well if you don't believe me than ask my parents. They will tell you the same thing I just told you.
I have crisp blonde hair that is thick and straight. I can't do anything to my hair because we don't have hair stylists, hair curlers, or anything to do with hair in District 10. So basically my hair stays straight and I brush it often with my fingers or with my moms brush.That's the only thing we do have hair related here.I make sure I do is wash my hair all the time though.
I have a similar bone structure to my mother. Same strong jawline and the same rounded face. My face though is very different from hers. She has brown eyes and I have blue. She has a large nose and I have a small one. She has smaller lips and I have larger lips. We are so different but exactly alike in the same way. That is why I love my mother so much.
I am small. Really small. I have small legs and feet and an even smaller waist. I don't care about it its just that people make fun of me for being small. But my size can actually help me in the world. I can fit into small spaces, hide without anything being seen, and even not even be noticed. Its a great advantage.
Personality
First thing I should say about myself is that I am shy. So shy that I won't even look at people. The only person I feel like I can actually talk to is my mom. Dad not so much. I don't even talk to my own teacher half of the time. Its just that I see the world as a cruel place that will judge me on everything so I decide to not talk to anybody.
I am naive. People think so too. I just love the way life unfolds is self that I get carried away and let people torture me right away when I let them into my life. I hate it but that is how I am and truly want to be in life. The sweet innocent girl that does nothing and says nothing.
Out of all these things I have to say being sensitive is the one thing that I hate about myself. People will push me over and do all kinds of things to me when they know I am sensitive. Crying over anything is basically what other tributes look for to kill and I don't want to die because of my sensitivity. I at least want to die fighting.
I am actually very optimistic. I can never wait to see what is going to happen in the future. Its like there is a fire in me that is waiting to ignite. I just love knowing what is happening around me and then more! I hope there are others out there like me who are optimistic because we need people like that in this world.
History
It all started 12 years ago when I was born. Just the right baby for my parents. The doctors said I was a true gift, while other parents said they wish I was theirs. The second my mother held me she knew I would be hers forever. My father not so much. He said he wanted a boy but it really didn't bother me because I don't care what he thinks.
9 years later on my 9th birthday the worst thing happened to me. My dad said that he couldn't be at my party when it started because he wanted to stay at work longer so we could get some extra money. I was devastated but soon got over it because I knew my daddy would eventually come to my party whether or not he was there when it started. Finally the time for my guests to sing happy birthday to me. My dad still didn't show up but I knew that he would be there. He didn't show up at all during the whole party. I ran up to my room when the last guest left and I cried and cried until I couldn't anymore. How could he? He was supposed to be there and he didn't even bother to show up! I know we needed the money then but he could have taken a break to see his daughter on her birthday. From that moment I barely talked to my dad anymore. He wound up just ignoring me and saying I was mad over something dumb. Oh well dad you should have been there!
Nothing exciting happened in my life after that. Pretty much boring things. Like my birthday's and school. Well if something happened I can't think of it right off the top of my head. Except I do remember the time when I fell on glass and my hands were covered in blood. The reason I fell on the glass is because someone was trying to bully me and I was backing up and tripped over a twig. I ran home to my mom and she fixed my hands right up. I didn't tell her how and why I fell but to this day I still think she knows.
The big day came when my mother told me she was pregnant when I was 11. The baby still didn't come yet because she told me when I was about to be twelve and eligible for the Games. I am helping my mom pick a name even though she hates every name that comes out my mouth. We will just have to wait. By wait I mean hope I don't get reaped before my sister is born so I can see her and she can know me. Not a problem right? Hopefully not but anyways I have loved sharing my life with you and hope you have been token away by amazing skills to tell my life. Thanks!
