Eagle Elsu | District Five | FIN

Looking at me, most people wouldn't know that I don't like the way I look. I've been told I'm very attractive, and that I'm good looking for a fifteen year old, but I don't personally agree with that. I look a bit older than I actually am, and my reddish-brown hair remains in uncombed disarray on top of my head. Looking at my dark, almond-shaped eyes, you probably wouldn't be able to tell that I'm blind in my left one. Luckily, my right eye's significantly better vision helps balance things out a little bit for me. My thin eyebrows sit as arcs above those eyes of mine, and I feel that they are a bit too close to my eyes.

My nose it beak-like, which seems to be a rather common trait in my family. The lips that I have are a color somewhere between red and pink, not too dark but not too light when compared to my skin complexion, which is only slightly pale. I have a slight natural blush to my cheeks, and my cheekbones don't stand out too significantly. My clothing choice is a bit plain, as my family can not afford much. Therefore, I usually wear jeans and a t-shirt. The only slightly more expensive-looking clothing item that I have is a jacket that was my father's when he was a teenager, that he kept, later on giving to me.

I'm neither significantly tall in height nor heavy in weight, and I'm a very skinny and lightweight for my age. This is due to the small portions that everyone in my family gets when we actually manage to have food to eat that night. I have to put my name in extra times for the reaping, due to needing tesserae, too, which at least gives us a little more food to eat. One wouldn't be wrong to say that the food we receive from tesserae is what keeps me alive. Sometimes I think that my parents shouldn't have had me as a child, so that they could keep the others alive. We have so little for food, that I'm sure the others have noticed that we have a lot less than other families in the District.

I'm often told that I'm dauntless, as I have very few fears. It takes a lot to scare me, and I'm rather confident in my abilities to get out of difficult situations. Things that scare most people bring me a thrill, and I love the feeling of adrenaline rushing through my veins. Something I'm told often, however, is that I'm too confident. When I'm too confident, it tends to get me into trouble, and I often find a way to get stuck in a situation I thought I'd be able to get out of, but can't. Over-confidence is one of my flaws that I hate to admit, since I feel like it makes me seem full of myself, which I personally don't think that I am. Although, I do admit to my over-confidence to some degree.

I have a lot of little quirks about me. Although I rarely get nervous, when I do, I tend to run my fingers along the hem of my shirt or through my hair, and I can sometimes be caught biting my nails. One thing that I've often been told is quite odd is that I always feel the need to have some sort of food with me, whether it be an apple, a cookie or a slice of bread, as I'm always afraid I'll run out of food at some point, and only feel safe if I have some sort of back-up supply. I've been teased about carrying food with me, but I've learned to ignore it the best that I can. I generally am a rather solitary person, too, which helps with ignoring those who bother me.

I don't feel the need for approval from others, at least most of the time. I feel that if what I do is good enough for me, then I don't need to improve it all that much more. Accomplishing things on my own without the help of others makes me feel significantly more happy with myself. Despite being a very confident person when it comes to my personality, the one thing I am not very confident in myself with is my appearance. I never feel quite satisfied with it, and I always want to improve the way I look, which is difficult with my family's lack of money.

My mother does the majority of the work that keeps this family going, working ridiculous hours at the oil refinery, as my father is too disabled to be capable of working. He's paralyzed, making him unable to walk. On top of my mother's ridiculous work hours, my eldest brother, Falcon, works as a janitor at the oil refinery at night. This means that the two are almost never home at the same time. I, personally, am still a student and have to attend school, meaning that I can't work like they do. I wish I were able to, as our family is quite on the poor side, and I want to be able to help support everyone in the family so that Falcon and my mother aren't the only ones keeping us alive.

There are five children and two adults in the Elsu family. That is, if you don't consider my oldest brother an adult. I personally don't, as he is still of reaping age. My parents are Merlin and Finch Elsu, and they're the 'cause' of us five kids. I have an older brother and two older sisters, as well as a younger sister. My brother's name is Falcon, and my older sisters are Dove and Raven, who are twins of one another. Then there's my little sister, Kestrel, the youngest of the bunch.

I always was a bit isolated from the majority of the family, although it wasn't due to disliking them. I simply am a more solitary person, not gaining as many friends and being close with only a few people. I'm someone who looks up to Falcon, and I tend to see him as a leader and a role model. For fun, I like to go for walks, explore nature, and just try to find some way to entertain myself with the little bit that our family has. I've always been this way, and I have also usually been the type to help out around the house as much as I can to try to keep the poor family running smoothly.