Silvara **Wanderer** [DONE]

Appearance: Silvara is slender and graceful, with exotic looks unlike most others. She has very pale skin, and is about 5'2'' in height. What is most noticable about her though, is her peircing silver eyes, which seem to be able to look through a person. She has long, full lashes, which compliment her eyes and adds to her beauty. Despite her 'beautiful maiden' look, she can hold her own in sticky situations.

Silvara has long, flowing platinum blonde hair which she lets fall down her back. Even when she lived in a district, she never put fancy dyes or feathers in her hair. Her sister always told her it was perfect just the way it was, and Silvara agreed. The day she ran away from her district she was wearing a lowcut red shirt and a jean skirt. She still wears the outfit sometimes, when she misses the good things about living in the district, like her sister, who the outfit used to belong to.

Personality: (will finish later)

History: Silvara was born in District 1, and was trained as a career, but she never really showed intrest in the Hunger Games. She was fine, content living with her sister and her parents, who were Hunger Game Fanatics, always rumbling on about honor and victory. Then... one day, her sister died. From some sort of sickness. She was only thirteen. But her parents snapped, calling her sister a weakling and putting all the weight of their edest daughter's death on young Silvara. It was all too much.

That's when her parents began to spend most of their time out of the house. If they ever came back, they were violent, and cruel, hitting Silvara, threatening her. After a while, Silvara couldn't take it anymore. She stopped training, not wanting anything to do with the Hunger Games anymore. Though, she never really cared about it in the first place. She only ever continued to practice with her throwing knives, it was her way to escape. From her sisters death, her parents cruelty, from everything that hurt her, inside and out.

One day, her parents stopped coming back at all. They simply left her there, to die. Silvara didn't care though, she wasn't being hit, she wasn't hurting anymore. She was numb. She grabbed an old pack, stuffed her knives, clothes, and whatever was left at the abandoned house and ran. Away from District 1. Away from All the districts. Away from her pain.

She traveled on her own for a while, finding whatever she could to eat, doing what she had to, to survive. All those days, weeks, months? Silvara can't really recall how long it was, it all passed in a blurr. She was barely alive, though her heart beat strong. A shell of what she used to be. Thats when she met a wanderer group, people traveling together as a family. They welcomed her, treated her as if she had been there all along. It cracked the protective barrier she'd formed around herself when she'd ran away from District 1, she felt again, was happy again. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.