Nayomee Prahuse: District 11
Sept 8, 2010 22:03:16 GMT -5
Post by kierstenhaileylove on Sept 8, 2010 22:03:16 GMT -5
Name: Nayomee Prahuse
Age: 13
Gender: Female
District 11
Appearance:
I’m Nayomee. I guess you could say I’m pretty. I’m at least prettier than most of the other girls in my district. I’m underfed, just the same as everyone else, so I’m pretty thin. I have straight, light brown hair that barely goes past my chest. I try my hardest to keep it clean, so it is soft.
I don't have a big nose but it isn't small either... I have a heart shape face and high cheek bones. My neck is this and scarred from rough house with my brother when we were younger. My ears are small and petite, which looks sorta out of place with my dirty body.
My skin could be described as a little lighter than the color of the delicious treat, which we barely get, Caramel. I am about 5’8’’. My usual outfit for warm weather is shorts that come a little higher than mid thigh, a black and white sleeveless shirt that my aunt sewed for me, good running shoes, and my hair back in a high bun, with side bangs. For winter I’m in a white heavy coat, which is very good camouflage in the snow, black, heavy pants, and good, warm boots, with my hair down to keep my neck warm.
I have deep, dark brown eyes, which I’m often told are beautiful. I have a habit of biting my nails, so they’re kind of stubby. I have pretty good size hands, bigger than most girls, but still smaller than the boys. My arms and legs are pretty normal size, they're very scratched up from working in the trees and from harvesting.
Personality:
I am kind when I want and to whom I want to be, and I hate to see people I love in pain. My favorite color is grey. It stands out to me because it was my dads favorite color too. I have okay self esteem and I honestly don’t care what people at school say, because I know once I’m out of school, all of those things like popularity, wont matter anymore.
I get labeled as depressed and the quiet kind but only in front of people I’m uncomfortable with. Around people that i am comfortable with i am a loving and funny person. I have one really good friend. His name is Johannes. I can talk to him about anything and everything and know that he will not judge me. We work near each other in the fields.
I steal food from while harvest for the both of our families. I have a brother that is 19 and no longer eligible to be in the Hunger Games (Thank Goodness). I use to worry about him all of the time since he pretty much kept me and my little 5 year old sister alive while my aunt and uncle, mom and dad, and all close relatives, died.
I hate when people tease Annie, my little sister, about her face, which is scarred from where are father use to hit us… I will take down anyone, no matter what size, if they mess with her. I love her. She’s my next closest thing to a best friend. My mother would cry and cry because of how abusive he was. We were made to tell people who asked that we fell.
Since my relatives died, we have been living with my older brother, Mitchaloh. I am terrified of the hunger games, as any girl of my age would be. My favorite hobbies are playing with the birds in our district, riding horses, or swimming in the lake with Johannes.
I use to really like him and think about how strong he was. I don't want to be any more than friend with him and he strongly agrees. Relationships don’t matter now that Mitchaloh has a job, and I’m stuck stealing and feeding Annie to keep her alive.
I get extremely depressed at times because of how much i miss my mom and aunt and even tried to kill myself once, which now i am fully aware was a stupid thing to try and do. Plus, I can’t leave Annie here alone, with no one to fend for her. I’m her only hope
Background:
I was born to a Merchant named Karysala, and a man named Xander who was executed by the Capitol for stealing while harvesting when I was just 10 years old… I never really got to know him. I could easily follow in his footsteps if I was caught.
My father loved us all very much but after work in the fields and being angry with the Capital, his anger built up and he would let it all out by beating me and Annie. We weren't suppose to talk about it because he would get in trouble and because it would make our family look bad.
The beating left Annie with several scars across the left side of her face... She gets teased at school for it and i don't put up with it, which causes problems... Teachers think that I am too aggressive and that i need to let Annie stick up for herself, But i refuse to let her be teased...
I, my mother, Annie, and Mitchaloh, moved in with my aunt and uncle after my fathers death. We were sure that we weren’t going to survive my mothers death… When I was 9 we noticed her getting sick, more thin than normal, and pale… It was a deadly disease carried by fleas and field mice called Claudiohydious. We cried and cried and I still do today. I miss her like crazy, as everyone in town does. My mother was a very good woman.
One day while I was working, I came across a feral dog. It was so cute. Were not supposed to be touching the animals, let alone taking them as pets. I managed to get closer to him everyday with plenty of food bribery. It was the runt so it will only get about a foot and a half long. His name is Ozarow. I tell him everything, even though he cannot talk back. I found him about a year ago.
While I was gathering before I found Ozarow, I met Johannes. He’s 15 and really helps me when I’m down and helps family. He would do anything for me. I love him. But like a brother. His family is not rich but they’re also doing better than ours is. I can only hope that someday I will have a family of my own. But not for now…
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Age: 13
Gender: Female
District 11
Appearance:
I’m Nayomee. I guess you could say I’m pretty. I’m at least prettier than most of the other girls in my district. I’m underfed, just the same as everyone else, so I’m pretty thin. I have straight, light brown hair that barely goes past my chest. I try my hardest to keep it clean, so it is soft.
I don't have a big nose but it isn't small either... I have a heart shape face and high cheek bones. My neck is this and scarred from rough house with my brother when we were younger. My ears are small and petite, which looks sorta out of place with my dirty body.
My skin could be described as a little lighter than the color of the delicious treat, which we barely get, Caramel. I am about 5’8’’. My usual outfit for warm weather is shorts that come a little higher than mid thigh, a black and white sleeveless shirt that my aunt sewed for me, good running shoes, and my hair back in a high bun, with side bangs. For winter I’m in a white heavy coat, which is very good camouflage in the snow, black, heavy pants, and good, warm boots, with my hair down to keep my neck warm.
I have deep, dark brown eyes, which I’m often told are beautiful. I have a habit of biting my nails, so they’re kind of stubby. I have pretty good size hands, bigger than most girls, but still smaller than the boys. My arms and legs are pretty normal size, they're very scratched up from working in the trees and from harvesting.
Personality:
I am kind when I want and to whom I want to be, and I hate to see people I love in pain. My favorite color is grey. It stands out to me because it was my dads favorite color too. I have okay self esteem and I honestly don’t care what people at school say, because I know once I’m out of school, all of those things like popularity, wont matter anymore.
I get labeled as depressed and the quiet kind but only in front of people I’m uncomfortable with. Around people that i am comfortable with i am a loving and funny person. I have one really good friend. His name is Johannes. I can talk to him about anything and everything and know that he will not judge me. We work near each other in the fields.
I steal food from while harvest for the both of our families. I have a brother that is 19 and no longer eligible to be in the Hunger Games (Thank Goodness). I use to worry about him all of the time since he pretty much kept me and my little 5 year old sister alive while my aunt and uncle, mom and dad, and all close relatives, died.
I hate when people tease Annie, my little sister, about her face, which is scarred from where are father use to hit us… I will take down anyone, no matter what size, if they mess with her. I love her. She’s my next closest thing to a best friend. My mother would cry and cry because of how abusive he was. We were made to tell people who asked that we fell.
Since my relatives died, we have been living with my older brother, Mitchaloh. I am terrified of the hunger games, as any girl of my age would be. My favorite hobbies are playing with the birds in our district, riding horses, or swimming in the lake with Johannes.
I use to really like him and think about how strong he was. I don't want to be any more than friend with him and he strongly agrees. Relationships don’t matter now that Mitchaloh has a job, and I’m stuck stealing and feeding Annie to keep her alive.
I get extremely depressed at times because of how much i miss my mom and aunt and even tried to kill myself once, which now i am fully aware was a stupid thing to try and do. Plus, I can’t leave Annie here alone, with no one to fend for her. I’m her only hope
Background:
I was born to a Merchant named Karysala, and a man named Xander who was executed by the Capitol for stealing while harvesting when I was just 10 years old… I never really got to know him. I could easily follow in his footsteps if I was caught.
My father loved us all very much but after work in the fields and being angry with the Capital, his anger built up and he would let it all out by beating me and Annie. We weren't suppose to talk about it because he would get in trouble and because it would make our family look bad.
The beating left Annie with several scars across the left side of her face... She gets teased at school for it and i don't put up with it, which causes problems... Teachers think that I am too aggressive and that i need to let Annie stick up for herself, But i refuse to let her be teased...
I, my mother, Annie, and Mitchaloh, moved in with my aunt and uncle after my fathers death. We were sure that we weren’t going to survive my mothers death… When I was 9 we noticed her getting sick, more thin than normal, and pale… It was a deadly disease carried by fleas and field mice called Claudiohydious. We cried and cried and I still do today. I miss her like crazy, as everyone in town does. My mother was a very good woman.
One day while I was working, I came across a feral dog. It was so cute. Were not supposed to be touching the animals, let alone taking them as pets. I managed to get closer to him everyday with plenty of food bribery. It was the runt so it will only get about a foot and a half long. His name is Ozarow. I tell him everything, even though he cannot talk back. I found him about a year ago.
While I was gathering before I found Ozarow, I met Johannes. He’s 15 and really helps me when I’m down and helps family. He would do anything for me. I love him. But like a brother. His family is not rich but they’re also doing better than ours is. I can only hope that someday I will have a family of my own. But not for now…
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