Ice Farris

Beauty. The word sickens me. Some people are utterly obsessed with it. I for one am not. It’s subjective nature can drive people to pure insanity. I have not a care or a whim if I appear “pretty” or “cute” to others. As long as you approve of yourself, you’re on the right track. Hunger constantly plagues the districts, so I see no reason to rate people on looks unless you are one of those vermin from the capital.

I suppose I am tall for my age. Standing at 5'7" is okay, I guess. My unkempt blonde hair is always in the way of my eyes. Messy hair and pale green eyes is a defining characteristic of my family. I have them, my sister has them, my mother had them, etcetera. I guess I am tan. I've never had anyone to compare my tan to. Hunger and poverty are always a major pain to my family and I. I am quite slim for my age because of those awful things.

The Hunger Games worries me. My sister is not capable of participating in such a heinous contest. I worry that even if she did not get chosen, I would. Then I would not be able to nurture her. That is absolute my worst fear. Sometimes I just gaze out to the sea at night, praying for a better tomorrow. I used to always say that things happen for a reason, but why was I stuck here alone with my sister? I’ll find that reason, or at least I hope I will.

I’m not a people person. Trust from me is not so easily given out. I’m a strong individual, fully capable of taking care of herself. I gave up on pleasing people when my mother left. I lost everything that mattered when she went away. Except for my father and sister, and the dilapidated shack by the sea we call home.

I tend to stress over the most frivolous of things. It is both a gift and a curse. Anxiety constantly grabs me with its ugly hands, keeping me awake at night. I don’t believe in love. Love took my parents away from me. What I feel for my sister is responsibility, for she is the window of my life and the only thing that urges me on.

My birth date is February the 8th. I changed my name to “Ice” after the absence of my mother as a part of an effort to change myself into a stronger, more confident person capable of protecting both myself and my little sister. My sister, Renee, is far too innocent for this forsaken world. Shielding her from the constant evils of Panem is my main objective. Nothing else matters, nothing at all. I only wish for her safety.

My father went mad after my mother’s death, but he still attempts to take care of us. I’m not absolutely sure that my mother even died. Although I do know she is missing, she has been “missing” for seven long years. Where would she have gone? Abandoning her children, it’s unfathomable of a lady of mother’s status.

I grew up in District 4, by the sea. The sea is beautiful. One of the only things in this world worth fighting for. I became a fisherman when I was 12. My father taught me everything about the sea and the creatures that inhabit it. We used to always go on the jetty during dusk to spearfish and stare at the setting sun. Oh the sunset... another thing we humans take for granted. Depression plagued me for several years after mother passed. My sister is the only thing that keeps me chained to this world.

Try to go easy on my first character here. It's okay to go first person with this, right?