Ashra Blackgrove (wanderer)

Name: Ashra Blackgrove
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: Wanderer
Appearance:

Ashra is tall and skinny with a medium build from living in the forest for so long. Her skin is a chalky pale color and her face is sprayed lightly with freckles. She has high, slanted cheekbones and wide alert eyes, always watching for danger. She has a long scar on her shoulder the trails down her back from a wild dog attack when she was 14. Her raven black hair is shoulder-length and always pulled back, except for a few stubborn strands that always hand in her face. Her eyes are amber-brown, framed by thick eyelashes. Her hands are extremely capable with a knife, and her legs are strong and help out when she needs to run.

Personality:

Ashra used to be a sweet and gentle girl. After her parents and brother died and she ran away to the forests, she was afraid to let anyone else inside, thinking the Capitol would somehow take that person away from her too. So she stuffed down the gentle and the sweet and replaced it with hate and anger. When she's alone she's pretty curious and adventurous, though. She just can't let anyone in. She's really smart. She's a bit of a neat-freak and she's always covering up her tracks in case someone comes along and sees them, wondering who else would be out in the forest. The only times her gentle side shows is when she's caring for an injured animal.

History:

Ever since Ashra was five, she'd wanted more than District 1, the Games, the Reapings, the Capitol. She wanted to know what was outside the fence; the adventures and perils of the seemingly endless-looking forests outside of the district. She always looked for the highest places she could find; a roof, a tree. Just anywhere she could look out on the forests. Three years later her parents died of an incurable flu. When she was 12, her twin brother Ash got called in the Reapings and died the first day of the games. This almost sent her over the edge, and she became pretty much numb to most feelings other than anger and hate. Without her brother or her parents to care for her, she decided to run away into the forest. Given she knew only a few things about living on her own, she had almost no chance of surviving. But, with the few lessons that her parents had given her with knives before they died, she scraped by just barely. Now she lives easily in the forest, hunting most every day and sleeping in small, sturdy half-underground huts, moving around every few days to keep from being caught by the Capitol.

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Comments/Other:

Heh, sorry about the other one, and I cant get a picture. but I hope you like this new one! And I'm happy you told how much the other one kind of sucked. I'm a writer, and I need to know how to improve my book characters. So thanks!