Thyme Mokker ~ District 12

Thyme is a petite girl of age 14. Her height is around 5 foot 4 inches, and she isn’t appearing to get much taller. Though her height is almost average, her weight is only around 106 pounds from lack of food. Her hands are small and slender, and move with a grace that is sort of shaky when nervous but all at once can change to still and quiet. Her nails are jagged, for she bites them because of stress. Her wrists are small and lead up to skinny arms. Thyme isn’t totally flat chested, but with her lack of weight there aren’t many curves on her. Her feet aren’t large, but rather small and slim like her feet. Her legs aren’t large either, but they still work well and haven’t failed her yet. Because she is so thin, you can easily trace her spine with your own finger if she was bare at the back. Most of Thyme’s weight is made in the small amounts of muscle she has built up from taking care of her little, 4 year old sister, Layce, who is a raging ball of energy and keeps her up most of the night.
When it comes to her hair, it is long and grown out to around her waist and dark in color. Though it is long and would appear thick because of its color, Thyme’s hair is thin and frail to the touch. Most of the time, she keeps it in a long braid so that it stays out of her way, yet she refuses to cut it for a reason that is unknown to anyone, most likely personal. Her hair frames her thin, heart-shaped face that has an olive tone to it, as does the rest of her skin. Her eyes are a piercing hazel green with thin, but long, eyelashes to surround them. Above the eye, are dark eyebrows that are as well thin like her hair, but not perfectly shaped. Below her eyes are slight, bluish, dark circles from lack of sleep most likely. Her eyes appear big against her slimness as do her fuller lips that take on a pale pink color. Her ears are a normal size, and are usually cold and pinkish.
When it comes to any sort of beauty, Thyme at a first glance appears short of any what so ever. She has a few freckles, and they can be seen on the pale olive tone her skin takes form on. Behind her right ear, hidden only slightly, Thyme has a birthmark. It is sort of in the shape of a clove of sorts, but she never really sees much beauty in it. To her, it’s just simply there along with the rest of her.

Thyme is kind and gentle when it comes to being around her family. Her family consists of her father, mother, and little sister, Layce. Her mother is sick, so like a good daughter, Thyme tends to her and tries to make sure she is well taken care of. Even though having a sick mother is stressful, she tries to see the bright side of it when she plays with her sister who bounces off the walls. Thyme enjoys just the sight of her sister’s sparkling eyes when she holds her on her hip as she stirs the small amount of broth in a pot over a wood burning stove. It gives her hope. And she loves both her mother and father dearly, appreciating everything her father does to keep their family on two feet.
Though she is kind, Thyme is also as shy as a church mouse. She hardly ever leaves the house unless sent on an errand, or going to school. When she does, however, Thyme tries her best to not talk to anyone, unless it is the person she is doing business with. It all works out for her because, since she never talks to anyone, no one ever talks to her. But sometimes she wonders what it would be like if she did open her mouth and say a friendly “Hello” to someone. Even in school, she always tries to work up the courage, but fails in the end.
When she has some time to herself, such as when she is tending to the two goats they own, Thyme likes to hum little melodies to herself, and sing songs her dad busts out when he is home. Having a voice helps her when trying to get little, 4 year old Layce to sleep. Rocking Layce in her arms is a chore, and leaves her ready to crash right after she’s done sing to her sister. Yet Thyme still finds comfort in knowing all is well with her sister. Thyme may seem all nice and quiet, but she can be tough when called for.
Most of the time, she is indeed quiet and kind. But Thyme does have a side that can toughen up when the going gets rough. Like in times of lesser food, she’ll make sure that her mother and sister get enough, as does her father. Also, she hates it when people disrespect others. From time to time, if a snide comment is made about another who doesn’t really deserve it, she’ll pop one in. Because it is so rare that she speak, many won’t even know it was Thyme that spoke. Her comebacks are usually good ones as well, not pointless and halfhearted. In general, Thyme finds it stupid when one doesn’t put all of their effort into the simplest of things with half of a heart.
For a 14 year old girl, Thyme is pretty mature. At a young age, she decided to become this so that she could handle the way things were. Around her, everything seemed to be falling apart, and that scared her into believing that, though physically and vocally she wasn’t strong, she had to be strong in her head and her heart. That’s why she does everything to her best. So that it’s all worth it and all worth fighting for. Part of her knows the whole of Panem is in ruin because of the Capital, and that they are controlling and dictating… but she feels the only way to get through is to protect herself and those that she loves.

She was born on a cool night, sometime around midnight, maybe after or before. They had named her Thyme, after a sweet herb that they so rarely got, but loved still. With her first breath, her parents were relieved that it had been a successful birth, with no real defects except for the weight of the baby. She was so small and appeared to be like a doll made of glass. One trip might make her break. But as time went by she grew, still healthy as ever. At age three, Thyme’s father noticed that a little mark growing slowly behind her right ear. It was a darker shade of brown than the rest of her olive toned skin, and didn’t seem to have any effect on her health.
As time went by, she grew older and more aware of the way things were. Thyme began to mature in attitude at a young age. When she was 6, Thyme took on responsibilities, such as taking care of the goat, Mani, which they owned. At the time, the goat was pregnant, so Thyme had to keep a close watch over her. When the baby goat was born, they were pleased to find it was a girl, which meant that, when that goat grew older, they could milk it and have just a little more milk and cheese that was made. Thyme loved the little goat and named it Babe.
When Thyme was 8, her parents decided that they could start selling some of their goat cheeses and milk. Because Thyme was old enough to understand rules and obey, they would send her out to trade the milk and cheese for whatever she could get out of it. Since Thyme was in school then, she knew where to go and what routes to take. Her first time trading was hard, because she didn’t know what was worth what. A few people cut the thin little girl some slack, however, and helped her decided what she could get for the amount she had. By age 10, Thyme was almost a pro at getting what she wanted for a lower amount, but even then she could be fooled. It was a good thing, though, because something had come up.
The news of her mom being pregnant filled Thyme with much joy. Her only thought was that she’d be a sister… until the day actually came when little Layce Mokker showed. Two days after, her mother became ill. Then she got an odd sense of fear. How would her parents support the both of them? Thyme then decided she needed to help as much as possible. Every morning, Thyme would go out and milk the goats, which were now both producing a sufficient amount. With her weak arms, though, it was hard for Thyme to carry each bucket back to the house. After she had made sure to de-curd the milk, Layce was usually up and she fixed her a bottle. Sometimes, if her mom was feeling well enough, Thyme would get some help.
Over four years passed, and Thyme’s mother was still not completely well. The only times, though, when there was the most fear for the family was during the Reaping. Thyme knew her name was in there a few extra times, every single Reaping, so that her family could get some extra grain. She didn’t let herself think on it too much, though. If she did, it would bother her to the point of it seeming to have a most likely chance of happening. So far, though, it hasn’t happened.