Tyraa Gapshor (District 7)

Tyraa has light brown hair leading haft way to her elbows before stopping, her mom won't let grow any longer than that. Her height is 4'9 and her weight is 88lbs. Her skin tone is fair,smooth, at time it would seem pale. Face wise, her eyes seem slightly close together, they are brown as well. Her ears are small, mostly covered by her hair. Her nose is very small like her lips all together shows a fourteen year old who looks like shes ten.

One other thing is that her left arm (though mostly hidden at times) has scars of burnt skin mostly at the shoulder to the elbow. It agitates her around the day but she lives. This happened when fire broke out inside the house and Tyraa out it out...Many say the scars will be there for life.

Tyraa is very shy. Learned not to talk or be smacked Tyraa stays silent as an Avoxe sometimes. It's hard to read her. You can never know if she is happy or sad. Even her face tells you little of how she feels. It just has that same look of Greif hang over her every day. She can be very depressing when it comes to even the slightest personal question. Angry even at times, the kids her age never want to hang out with her because of it.

Now what you learned now if that if your a stranger and ask this girl a question your going to feel like crap when tears roll down her cheeks or she kicks you in the leg. But what would happen if you gained her trust? Well for starters she would speak. A voice of a slightly older teen but all the same she can be the most cheerful little thing you set eyes on, people who she can trust is limited so good luck with that pal.

...What mostly shows what kind of person Tyraa is, is by her actions. See that sad little face light up in determination when work is laid in front of her is a sight to behold. She cleaned all day, happy, prideful, and most of all she sings. Sings, hums, all those things and dose it so well. I'm glad to see her like this. She helped so much with us...

I was left out in the rain when I was five... It was scary. All I had was a box with a book and a school uniform. My family left me to rot... I thought I would die there, but then a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to live...with him. I got to there home with a new mom...and dad. I was happy….So happy. I had a family.

But then he told me that...that I was a replacement. A clone… Of a girl who burned to death. Mom was in a state of shock till I got home that night. She hugged me so much saying how much she loved me, and he told me I was a clone even though I was so young and fragile! ...I'm still hurting. One day I was helping Mom and Dad...With work and I asked Mom if Dad told her about the truth yet... I killed my happiness and Dads when I said that.

I tend to draw a lot now, mostly hurtful things...Eh...Mom stopped talking to Dad after she broke his legs. Not because she was mad! There was a fly on his knee and she killed with a rock...Worst of all after I stud up for myself and Dad she hit me...Over and over. I do all the work now. Dad can't and she is… just crazy. She calls me mouse now, or rat, or vermin. Mice do not speak...So I better start acting like one.

Tyraa's old family had a thick German blood running down generations. The five years that’s all they teach her. You can tell that shes has a very slight accent in her voice. Most people don't care for it others ask her about a flood load of questions that make her angry.

She has a book that she held on to sence she with her old family. "Basic German for young ones." This book as lost many pages and if Tyraa had not taken care of it then age would of caught up with it much sooner. She knows it's illegal to have something like that or to even speak it but... It’s all she has to remember her old family by.