Kyoshi Miristioma /District Eleven/ CBD#3

    In the beginning life was hard, no one could deny that. Days were spent tirelessly working in the fields for meager wages and nights were spent with throbbing headaches. Life was like a raging uphill battle that never went in our direction, the more we fought, the more we fell. Family members died and we all cried but the days kept toiling onward until numbness became our sanctuary. My parents always tried their best to supply us with what we needed but their work was scare paying as well. In the truth all hope had been lost for our extensive family, that was until we were vanquished from our shackles. At first we all figured our family was in store for another trajedy when Kirito was swept away from us. Little did we know how wrong we were. Only weeks later he had returned and we were on top of the world. Clothes were clean, food was bountiful, however even among all these things Kirito demanded we worked and maintained our lives. It was thanks to the hardships of one that he saved myself and the family. When it comes to life I never realized how fickle it could be until I heard those trumpets ring. 

Appearance:
5'4
115 pounds
Lighter skin
Blue Eyes
Mixed brown hair

Personality:
Passive 
Quick to loose faith and hope
Very loyal but mostly because he is very dependent on others 
Very imaginative/creative