Jessica Appleseed | District 7 | FIN
Jan 1, 2024 12:01:25 GMT -5
Post by lucid on Jan 1, 2024 12:01:25 GMT -5
Name: Jessica Honey Appleseed
Age: 13
Gender: Female
District/Area: 7
Titles:
Theme: "An apple a day keeps the reaper at bay!" - Undertale | Shop
"Wait I think I blinked can I redo my picture?! PLEEAASSEE my mom is gonna KILL me!"
- Jessica Appleseed (picture day)
- Jessica Appleseed (picture day)
BASIC INFORMATION
Appearance
Frizzy lumber-colored hair cascading down her back and fluffy bangs covering bushy brows, Jessica was your typical middle-schooler in District 7. She had bright green eyes and clunky glasses perched comfortably on the bridge of her nose. Fortunately from her parent's perspective and unfortunately for Jessica, a distinguishing feature was her bright metal-ish (metally?) smile, as her teeth were wired and red-banded with braces. Her complexion would be rather pimply almost to the point where you'd wish you had a marker to play connect the dots.
Jessica's build could be best described as lanky or skinny like a twig as she would be around 4'8 (and a half). Her fingernails would be "neatly" bitten, a habit her mom always wanted her to stop doing. As for aesthetics, Jessica has a variety of styles she enjoys wearing skirts, pants, and graphic t-shirts. Usually, these styles are generally in a more cottagecore or dark academia fashion.
Personality
Being the youngest in the family, Jessica was sheltered by her family from a young age. However, being the youngest had its consequences as she'd be the recipient of the typical 'little sister treatment' -- which came with the usual teasing, pranks, and occasionally being involved in pranking her other siblings. Due to her upbringing, Jessica had a reputation in her family for being someone who was spoiled, free-spirited, whiney, and a known tattle-tale. She is a VERY picky eater equivalent to a child at a fancy restaurant who still orders off the kids menu.
While Jessica is known among her sibling as a privileged annoying brat, Jessica in her school life is a little different. For starters, she is the prime definition of wanting to fit in almost to a point to where she tries a little too much to fit in. Jessica's friends would best describe her personality as obnoxiously assertive as she would usually ignore the typical social conventions and norms of having a proper conversation and would talk on and on forever until you'd probably ask her to be quiet; which could get her in trouble.
History
The games were an unlikely statistic, something someone your age should never have to worry about. A percent of a percent. So why should an apple tree in an orchard ever be worried about being picked to get cut down?Being the youngest in the family always had its advantages. You were a sheltered child, as your parents would always be on your side in any sibling dispute. You were a privileged child, enjoying the luxuries of your family's orchard that they owned for generations. You never had to worry about financial struggles cause you were lucky. Lucky to be born into a family that loves you. You are lucky to have siblings that tease you playfully. Lucky to never really 'worry' of the deadly plague, or the struggles of the ladder districts in Panem.Though how far can luck take you?At home, you spent most of your days adventuring with your siblings in your family's orchard. In fact, the orchard was almost like your second home. The crisp air brushing on your face and the sound of rustling apple trees were always so vivid to you. Memories of you and your siblings plucking apples from your parent's orchard. The faint aroma of cinnamon apple pie. The excited squeals from your family of your first bullseye in axe throwing. Things were looking up to you.The reapings were never on your mind even your first time at the town square. One boy and one girl. Even as you were standing there you still remembered what your mother said: A percent of a percent. Still, you never had to worry. A puff of air escapes your lips as the names of the tributes are called. See?! Your mother was right. A percent of a percent. And besides, it's not like your name was ever gonna picked out one day, so why worry? Right...?Careful what you wish for Jessica...Your favorite past time (even when you were little) was the annual games. Your family allowed you to watch it at that age, I mean it was normal. It was just a way of life in the Panem, and your family loved it oh so much. The sounds of the cannons blasting with the announcement of a dead tribute as you and your siblings run around the living room with foam weapons in hand. You still remember the exciting victory of District 7 in the 94th hunger games.As you sat in the classroom, you tried to focus on whatever your math teacher was trying to teach. The numbers on the board were all over the place like a messy room needing to be cleaned. Why were there even letters even used for in math anyways?! It never made sense to you. But everything lead to this very moment. The palm of your hand resting your head as you began to daydream, wondering what would've happened if she ever got chosen for the games.
Or well -- the consequences of getting picked to answer the math problem you weren't paying attention to...
