Ella Thompson District: 4

I have light blond hair that ends near the bottom of my ribcage. My eyes are stormy blue the color of the ocean during rain. I am very skinny compared to most and I am a bit taller than the average height. My skin is very fair so I almost always have a sun burn. And a small amount of freckles dot my face. (Which I hate.)

My legs are long and built for long distance so I am not as fast when sprinting. However I could probably out run most of the children in District 4. I mostly wear light and loose long sleeved tunics that protect my skin from the sun. They keep me warm in winter and not too hot in the summer. I hate to put my hair up so I usually wear it loose.

I never really had any friends. Just people that showed sympathy for me. I don't like people. I prefer to be alone. I am a bit of a strategist. I like to think out things before I make a decision. But if someone insults me or my family I am quick to react.

I never will go down without a fight. Even if I am fighting the losing side. And I prefer to fight back verbally instead of physically. I am never on time and I am known to be late for important events. My father even jokes that I will be late for my own funeral.

I am a bit of a slob and I don't like to pick up after myself let alone other people. So our house is always a mess. I have problems with trust and don't find myself trusting others. I am always cautious and don't like to reveal much about myself either.

I was born in the poorer part of District 4 on July 7th to two loving parents. My father's name is Ethan Thompson and my mothers is Ella Janks. I was named after my mother. Our family was always a bit funny looking. My father with a strong build from fishing all day on one of the capitals boats and my mother, skinny like me.

Disaster struck when I was five. My family got sick by some strange disease that came from the fish that we ate. My father and I recovered quickly but my mother was far worse than us. She died about three weeks after my fifth birthday. Since I was so young my father couldn't leave me home alone so I went on the boat with him.

At first I was told to be quiet and watch, but soon he started to let me hold the net, and spear some fish. The trident that they usually used was too heavy so my father made me a light spear out of driftwood. Now I am just as respected as my father on his boat. I am strong enough to use the trident but I still prefer the spear.