Braelyn Adair, 11

Braelyn Adair, that's the name. About me, well, where to begin. I suppose you could say that I'm a little on the short side. Okay well, a lot on the short side... 5' isn't exactly what i'd call average height for a 16 year old. My weight, well thats the product of the lack of sustenance in this hell hole. Though I'm not starving all the time, I doubt that I even weigh 85 pounds. But nevertheless it's perfect for climbing the tallest trees in the orchard. Now I'm not ugly, but don't get me wrong, I'm also not the type to flaunt around my looks. My eyes are a chocolate brown, the norm for everyone here. My hair, now that's something that I'm actually proud of. It's a dark brown as well, but it feels like silk when I run my fingers through it. The wavy locks rest on my shoulders perfectly, never looking messy or unorderly.

My skin is fair and clear, which I'm very thankful for. Though the only downfall is that it burns fairly easy. I'm not skin and bones like the majority of the district, but I'm not curvy and filled out either,I'm somewhere in the middle. Hopping through the trees in the orchard keeps me fit and well toned. Boys have noticed too, not that I care all that much, but it's nice to know that someone admires my looks. I have a small birthmark in the shape of a heart, just above my right breast. But I normally cover it with my hair.

Okay so, I'm a lover, not a fighter. I try to avoid any confrontation if at all possible, but that doesn't mean I'm weak. I will stand for what I believe in. Though when it comes to meeting new people, I almost never make the first move, I'm a bit shy. Maybe that's why I don't have many friends, but that's okay with me. The way I see it, if they don't make the first move, then I'm not that important to them anyways.

I'm not one to sit around and complain about the problems and pray that someone else will do something, that's foolish. With the food problem, for example, I can't sit around and sulk why my mother and I starve. When no one is around, I grab small amounts of grain and fruit from the fields and shove them in my sack. I haven't been caught, yet. So I say that I'm pretty good at it. Another survival skill that I've developed is setting traps. They're well concealed in the tall wheat and up in the highest branches of the orchard. I've caught field mice and small birds, and ocassionally a rabbit. This, mixed with the stolen produce provides enough food for my mother and I, so were not eroded away by the effects of malnutrition.

Hobbies? Well for one, I love to dance. Sounds silly, I know. But whenever I am dancing, I feel free and happy. Like nothing is wrong in the world. I forget my worries for a mere moment, and I can truely say that I have found contentment. I even dance in the trees while I'm working, softly whistling a merry tune. I've caught Mockingjays repeating my melodies on ocassion. The only thing that brings me back down from this euphoria is the tired complaints of the ones on the ground, begging me to hurry up and get the work done.

I like to stay positive, though my mother calls me naive. She says that the world has many negative things about it, and I need to acknowledge those facts too. But I don't want to. As much as i know she is right, I refuse to see the bad side of people and of the world in general. It's not good to focus on those things, life is too short. I want to be happy with everything in my short-lived existence, not matter what.

My mother, her name is December, named after the month she was born in I suppose. Anyways, before I was even a little twinkle in her eye, my mother was a shop owner. She inherited the family business selling bread and I guess you could say she was pretty well off. Well she fell in love with a peacekeeper, named Rowan. He would come in there everyday and purchace rolls, just so he could get a glimpse of her. They were passionate about eachother, even though their romance was forbidden. Not long thereafter my mother became pregnant. She was scared, and she ran to tell a friend. Well this "friend" of hers went and told others, and soon the news got around to the head peacekeeper, who immediately had Rowan executed.

My mother went into shock. She shut down the business and confined herself to her home. She had no will to live, only keeping herself alive for the sake of her unborn child, me. When I was born, my mother regained some of that will, seeing I had my father's skin tone and silky hair. She never let me play with the other children, telling me that I would be better off playing alone, and I believed her, she was my mother after all, right? So that's why I'm the introvert that I am today. Thanks mom.

When school started I knew that I would have to get used to being around groups of people, and I was scared. I sat in the corner, all alone, worried that someone might hurt me. When the teacher came up to me, I started to cry. She reassured me that everyone was friendly, but I would need to talk to them myself to find out. I slowly developed a small circle of friends, who to this day, stick by my side.

I live in a shack right smack in the middle of one of the villages. So whenever I try and sneak out at night, I'm surely caught by someone and put back into the confines of my house. All I ever wanted was some alone time in the orchard, my little sanctuary. But that seems to be too much to ask for in this god-forsaken place. So I spend my nights lying on my bed petting Star, the little stray cat that comes and goes.

This is my first RP that i've done in a while... We're talking YEARS... So any advice is freely welcomed. (: