Tyra Narson, District 12

(OOC: Tyra is on the left)
Alright... I have a heart-shaped face framed by shoulder-length, thick, wavy, dark reddish-blonde hair. I have big green eyes with long, dark lashes and thin eyebrows. I have a button nose and a full mouth. My cheekbones and chin are softly rounded.

I'm about 4'11" and willowy. I have thin legs and arms. I'm rather pale except for the dark blotchy scar on my shoulder from where I tripped into a fireplace, this scar is one of the only ways people can tell me and my sister apart. Oddly enough, there are many other differences, but we seem to be the only ones to see them. In general I am just the paler one, looking washed-out compared to my sister.

Well this brief overview is what you'll here if you ask anybody... Well, anybody except my sister. I'm generally quiet, and really only talk when angry. When I do talk I'm sarcasstic and/or cynical. I'm stubborn and don't change easily.

Positive aspects of my personality? I'm kind and caring. I'm always loyal, but only if my loyalty is deserved. I'm open, compared to my sister, and of course that is how we judge ourselves. I stick up for the helpless. I've been compared to fire, the sun. I am a spark of light in a lightless world. Wow who writes this crap?

Negative aspects? I'm hot-headed, charging into fights when even slightly provoked. I count picking on little kids or animals as personal provocation. I tend not to think of others much. This was mostly showcased when I was little and would ramble on, keeping Kayli up even if I knew she was exhausted. Which she often was. But of course I always feel guilty for this, and maybe a little too much.

I was born the oldest child of a poor miner and his cheerful wife. I'm just slightly older than Kayli but would have taken the big-sister role in any case. This is really because Kayli was almost always sick or recovering. Our mother's death didn't help either of us psychologically. She died from complications giving birth to our baby brother. We were orphaned, as our father became distant. And what decent person could blame him? He lost his wife, who he loved dearly. The only ones who could were us. 3-years-old, and left to basically raise ourselves.

I remember defending Kayli so much, but really I had to. I couldn't let her, someone who was honestly more important to me than anything, face the world alone. I especially couldn't bear to see her in pain of any kind. So I became her first and last defense against everything. When our father died though, I think something snappped in her. She couldn't stay in district twelve any longer. But I couldn't just leave. Not me. So we had a choice to make. One of us could be unhappy, or we could split that unhappiness. We chose the latter.

I've spent the last two years dreading the games and being excited for them at the same time. I guess I just need to stick out. I've been signing up for tesserae, but thats mostly to keep myself alive. Although I guess my great-aunt would take care of me... She is my legal care-giver after all. But I don't have much confidence in a woma who charges a 14-year-old rent. I also get a small income from covering for people who poach. Hey, they're just trying to feed their families, why shouldn't I help? After Kayli ran away I've been trying to pretend to the world that she's dead, to help her. But I hate the pretending and mostly just prefer when she comes home, even if she only does so when something's wrong.

Tyra and Kayli have a unique language, so if it looks like they're speaking gibberish, it's something you could only understand if you were one of them.