Ziara Vetra {District 12}

Ziara has light red hair and mixed eyes, the left being blue, the right being an amber when showed to the light. Her canines grow faster than all her other teeth, so the top protrude over her bottom lip due to her not ever wearing braces. She has light tan skin, and wears a white necklace with a white dragon on it. She also has a pale scar on the front of her neck.

She's 6 feet tall and weighs 177 lb. Since she exercises and eats whatever is edible and doesn't make her sick much, she's mostly muscle. She does strain and hurt herself every now and then, but she tends to heal quickly. Her legs are longer than her arms, and she's flexible.

She's open to any ideas that people have, but doesn't like to be the actual leader. She also doesn't like to be treated like trash, so she likes to be somewhere in the middle. Because of this, she makes friends easily, and doesn't like to lie to people. She's also generous and childish at times.

On the flipside, she's incredibly intelligent. If someone calls her a name, she thinks it's funny and laughs. If they touch her, she makes them regret it. She tends to stay away from people, and will sit in her room with her father. She's also a great lier.

Overall, her pros are that she's nice, childish, and easy to be around. Her cons are that she's quiet, solitary, and serious.

Ziara was born an only child. When she was 9, her mother and father gave her a necklace with a white dragon on it. They told her that if she was ever afraid, that the necklace would give her courage. On her birthday, she was also given her first piece of paper and pencil to draw with, and she drew her necklace. Things went as they usually did until age 11, when her mother died of disease. After that, her father taught her how to fight and has looked after her.

At age 14, Ziara had went near the fence that seperated District 12 and the forest. She saw a shadowy figure moving around and was about to climb the fence. Before she could touch it, something sharp pierced her skin, and pain erupted from her arm. She looked down to see a little dart in her arm, and when she pulled it out, the pain was worse. She went to her father, and she learned that life wasn't as good as she thought it was.

At 16, her father caught the same disease her mother did, but lives on today. She works hard to take care of him, for fear that he will die and leave her alone. She sometimes sits in her room, her head in her hands, trying to keep from going insane. Luckily she hasn't cracked, but sometimes she's close.