Rhymer Blackwell District 4

Name: Rhymer Lynn Blackwell
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4

Appearance:

I would like to think my hair is my best feature, well; my hair is at least my favorite feature of my otherwise plain appearance. It is a natural dark brown that appears to have the slightest hint of rust when the sun shines on it just right. It flows down in waves that hit right below my slightly narrow shoulders, and then twirl into ringlets at the ends. In the morning, before I go to school, my mother takes those dark strands and pins them up at the top of my head in a messy bun, with tendrils that fall from the vintage-looking hairstyle. Every day I sit silently though this process, knowing that as soon as I am one hundred yards away from home, I will carefully unpin my curls, not wanting to frizz or ruin them and drape them once again on my shoulders. I will leave it down until I return home. When I am near the house, I will fix my hair up, just as my mother had. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the time my mother spends with me in the morning; it is only that I prefer my curls to blow in the wind rather than sit upon my head. However, I would never tell this to my mother, because this is how my grandmother did my mother’s hair when she my age, and after we lost her a few years ago, I couldn’t bring myself to ever tell my mother I didn’t want my hair done up, as I thought this was one of the few last things that could connect my mother to her.

As I mentioned, even though I do take pride in my curls, I am by no means content with the rest of my dull appearance. My skin is terribly milky-white; it doesn’t tan, nor burn. Sometimes in the winter it appears so sickly, that blue veins can be seen along my arms and down my charcoal covered hands. My face is splattered with dark freckles to match the darkness of my hair and thick, but well groomed eyebrows. Placed slightly too far apart, are my grey and teal colored eyes. The only sort of makeup my mother allows me to wear is a small amount of mascara, although I often get away with wearing a dark burgundy lipstick. Living in District 4 allows my family to have the money to buy these sorts of luxuries. My clothes consist of mainly grey and black cotton t-shirts and cargo-capris, as I don’t want to stand out, even when I stand at a lengthy, but slim 5 feet, 7 inches and at 124 lbs. Being able to blend in with a crowd or my surrounding is a skill that I have never taken for granted. Based on my appearance, and quite frankly, the way my eyes and mouth tilt slightly downwards, you would mistakenly think that I am often sad or depressed.

Personality:

You could say I am a bit of a loner, but I prefer to think of myself as a thinker, or an observer, as I watch sharply, waiting to attack at any moment. I am known around school to be quite clever; my grades are proof, although I am by no means naturally intelligent. It was hard work that has made me what I am today. Before someone gets to know me, I can sometimes come off as overly sarcastic and some could even say hurtful. Despite what I try to make people believe, I care deeply about what others think of me, and I can be hurt very easily because of this. The few people that I am close with, say that I am quite charming when I allow my guard down, and stop being serious for a few moments.

I know I am lucky to live in District 4, I am fortunate to have a safe home and to always have enough to eat every day. I do think about other people, I am not only just concerned with myself, unlike what is seems the Capitol wants me to think. Even though I may have these opinions, I would never try to change anything about the system we live in or ever go against the Capitol. The very idea makes me shut my eyes tightly, and beg for the thoughts to leave my mind. I was brought up to be as respectful towards others (although I can forget to be now and again). I like the way I live and who I am right now.

I do enjoy a great deal of things in my life, such as drawing landscapes and portraits with charcoal gathered from the stove in our house. After school, I can usually be found alone, sketching by the river as I fish. These simple things relax me the most, keeping me happy in this strange and fearsome world. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I do have a problem with my anger; I can be completely fine at one moment, then close to harming someone the next. Even worse, the silliest things will cause me to go into a rage. The last time I yelled at my mother, she had forgotten to bring in the laundry from where it was hanging outside on the clothesline. I never mean to get angry, it just kind of happens, and then I am unable to stop.

History:

I was born on the 22ed of October and was given the name Rhymer, inspired by my mother’s and grandmother’s love of poetry, apparently. Ever since I was young, I have had a much closer relationship with my mother, Meranda Blackwell, than I have had with my own father. Even though my father, Jaq Blackwell, is a very hard working fisherman who spends most of the day at sea, I have always felt like he would have wanted a son instead of a daughter. This caused me to feel pushed away by him throughout my childhood. I was nine when he gave me the silver dagger, the one that had been in the family before the Districts were even divided. That dagger means more to me than he will ever know, and upon receiving it, that was the first time I had begun the first of two year where I trained to fight, not just survival training anymore, but attacking and killing. It was then that I actually realised that he loved me for who I am. Recently, my mother has tried to introduce me to her love of writing poetry. I learned quickly that poetry was anything but my forte, making my name very ironic.

When I had reached the age of 12, fear started to kick in, as I realised how real the possibility was that I could be chosen or influenced into volunteering for the Hunger Games. The shock is still real and frightening each year, and I know that if I do ever become one of the tributes, I could never win. I have watched the Hunger Games on the television in our living room every year since I was five. The violence doesn’t get to me much anymore; it is the feeling of everyone counting on you, and at the same time, everyone wanting you dead that makes me shake during the annual reaping.

Again, living in District 4 has allowed me to pursue a bit of training in order to help me survive if I were to be chosen or if I was to volunteer for the Hunger Games. Since my stamina is far from good, my running and swimming long distances capabilities are poor. I have had training mainly with learning how to outsmart my opponent in battle, how to fish, and also the basics of how to fight with my heavy silver dagger, the one mentioned earlier, that is engraved with the words “Intelligence” and “Grace” given to me by my father when I was nine years old. Nonetheless, if I were to compete in the Hunger Games, I know I would be one of the weakest tributes out of all twelve Districts.

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Photo: weheartit.com/entry/12891716 I hope you like her, I’m new to this forum, and this has defiantly been the largest description of any character I have ever written, (I still can’t believe I actually spent the time to write a huge paragraph only about her hair). Please let me know anything I may need to improve or change, Thanks!