Sophia Winters - D5

Sophie has shoulder-length mousy brown hair and wide, trustful, glistening two-tone eyes. One is blue and the other is green. She has freckles sprawled across her face. Sophie is small for her age (4'11) and she is ridiculously skinny. Most would think that, with her weight and size factor, that she is unhealthy. In fact, she's naturally that skinny. She's so skinny, you'd think she'd blow away in the wind. Very, very pale skin. She's never been that strong, as you might be able to tell from how skinny and non-muscular her arms and legs are, but she's able to do gymnastics very, very well, even without muscular limbs. She has perfect, 20/20 vision. When she smiles, her freckles become much more visible.

Sophie is very shy and quiet. She's the kind of girl you'd find off in a corner by herself, drawing and reading. She's very smart, and she claims to have a photographic memory, though it's unknown if that's true. Even so, she does prove to have a good memory. Sophie could be described as 'a gentle soul'. She has a special connection with cats over all other animals. One of Sophie's fatal downfalls is her trustfulness. She's too quick to trust, and this has been proven before, on several occasions.

As a child, Sophie grew up in a small house in District 5, with her mother and father. Sophie's family owned a cat known as Honeybee and a scruffy terrier called Sweetbelle.
When Sophie was six, her father was executed by the capital after being falsely accused of leaving District 5. Sophie became emotionally distraught, and would automatically attach herself emotionally to anyone who showed even the slightest hint of kindness. Her little sister Cheya, age two at the time, was promptly whipped to death for stealing a chicken egg from two elderly people, because she didn't know any better. Sophie became even more depressed and sunk deeper into her own little world. Sophie's mother went missing two days after Cheya's slaughter, and was later found hanging from a tree after committing suicide.
Sophie, now an orphan, proceeded to go on with her daily life as best she could. When she was eleven, she realized how deadly close she was to being twelve, when she was to be entered into the Reaping for the first time in her life. She sought out anything to take her mind of the lethal drawings to come, and she found it in cats. She then took up a hobby of taking care of the neighborhood strays. Ever since, she's had a special connection with cats.

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