Blythe Jade Wolfe ( District Nine )

Name: Blythe Jade Wolfe
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
District/Area: District Nine
Appearance:

Describe myself in one word? Hah thats easier said then done. Most people call me cute. I think its my innocent expression and just how small I am. Well its not like I chose me anatomy so whatever. I deal with what I've got. Which is nothing. I'm not overly pretty. Sexy? Hell no. Like I said, I'm cute. As in little girl cute. As far as hair. I'm happy to say that I'm actually pleased with my hair. It does get a tad bit frizzy whenever the weather turns crazy but otherwise it obeys me. Jet black and falling to somewhere around the middle of my back, people are contantly reminding me of how jealous they are. "How did you get your hair so soft?", "Did you dye it this color?", and the usual "I hate you. I wish I had your hair." I gotta say, I do love the attention. My eyes also get me a ton of compliments. Apparently black hair and blue eyes is uncommon. Well, I didnt pick out the colors. My eyes are a clear blue but if you look closely, there's a thin navy blue ring that circles the outer edges of my irises.

Has anyone ever comented on your size? Like size. I get that a lot too. "God, your so skinny!", "Dont you eat?". Same old, same old. I get it every day. Gawd you cant even make these people happy. Lose a few pounds and your too skinny. Gain a few and oh no your getting fat. Oh well. Let's see....I wear a size seven shoe. Incase you wanted to know that. My skin is flawless, if not for the pale white look to it. I get a few white girl cracks at that. Hmm...is that it? I think so. Okay then, got all you need? Good.

Personality:

Maan. This is just like those things you have to fill out in applications of all sorts isn't it?. "Now how would you describe yourself?", "Do you work well with others?", blah blah blah. Oh well, I guess it cant be helped. I hate storms. I'm just throwing that out there. But really. Storms scare me beyond anything else. I love rain but the conbination of rain, thunder, and bright flashes of light send me scurrying for cover. Anything else that has to do with nature, I'm okay with. I dont flip shit if a bug crawls over my leg or any of that. Also, whats the word again, oh right, claustrophobia. I'm claustrophobic. Cant stand small spaces. I need freedom and open air. Otherwise, I go crazy.

Many people also say I'm too clingy. I need to have people around me. It's like a physical need. I'm pretty sure theres a name for that but I dont really feel like taking the time to look it up. Too much effort. My Mom also says I talk to much and I can be extremely blunt. I dont really think so, but she's not the only one to tell me that. Fire does something to my brain whenver I see it. Mom's scared that I'm going to turn pyromanic or something. She keeps the matches locked away. Which I see no point to. I'm not going to burn the house down or anything. Fire just intrigues me. Theres something about the way it moves...that just catches my attention. Before I go on a super long spree talking about all my flaws and everything, I think you get the basic idea about me.

History:

History, history. I guess the last thing you want to know about is my past huh. Well, its not the prettiest. I didnt grow up in a perfect home where nothing goes wrong and I get everthing I ever wanted. Hah. I wish. My dad passed away when I was seven. Everyone called it an "accident". I never really saw him a lot due to work, but the times that we did spend together...were the best days that I can remember. He was my idol. I walked like him, attempted to talk like him, I wanted to grow up to be just as strong and brave as my dad. Unfortunaly, he was caught up in a freak accident. The knife was secured to the wall.It was his pride and joy. The biggest weapon on record. Sometime when wrong and...dead. My Mom cried for years. I tried to console her but what help is a lost seven year old to a wife who's world was just turned upside down? We worked out way through the tough times but our relationship was never the same. Mom was always on my case. Yelling at me to do this. Screaming over the condition of hair or whatever it was that day. It was almost like I lost both parents in that accident.

The day I turned seventeen, I caught some sickness. It sucked. I was sick with a fever and felt like utter crap. My mom was frantic. She really didnt know what to do. I was completely out of it for days. You could say I was unconscious but hey, my mom didn't even think to call a doctor. She wrung her hands and hoped for me to get better. I'm pretty sure she lost herself when Dad died. Mom wants me to grow up and suceed. To escape the murder and blood bath and make a name for myself. I've so close but what do I have to live for? My mother is gone, along with my father. Panem is as bad if not worse then before. The games continue. What's a girl supposed to do? My heart tells me to slave along. Make the best out of my situation. My mind is telling me to give up. It's pretty obvious my choice already but hey, things might change in the future. Is that it? Okay then.

Codeword: Muttations
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