Trance Willow, Wanderer

If there's a comb to be needed, she'll definitely have it in her pocket or have forgotten one in her hair. She likes to brush her long blonde hair, as it can become tangled easily. It falls freely down her back and drapes over her shoulders. But of all things, her hair creates a fitting balance with her eyes. They're a light childish blue, perfectly set on her girly face.
When ever she smiles, and she smiles often, it's a friendly, heart warming smile that can be impossible to break. Her face is always free of any kind of make-up. Such luxuries would be out of her financial capabilities. But make-up would only ruin her young look. Being nineteen, her body matches one of a fourteen year-old. Fifteen if she puffs up her chest a little.

Only bolstering her young look, her body is slender and quite small. She only stands around 5'6". Only wielding a light build, she a pretty and frail thing. Though there is strength in her arms, it's only enough to carry small loads. She won't be throwing water pales around like candy anytime soon. Or ever.

For clothing, she likes to keep covered with a simple blue wind breaker with "Trance" stitched into the collar. Underneath this is a white T-shirt. If it becomes too cold, she has a heavier coat held in reserve within her black rucksack.
For her legs, she has loose jeans to cover them. Since they are a little loose, she has a fabric belt to hold them up. All this is accompanied with a warm pair of light brown felt boots.
One small trinket she carries is a small bracelet made of several small strips of fabric. It's long enough to be wrapped around her wrist twice. And it's never let go. Ever. She never parts with it and never takes her eye off it. To her, it represents her friends. She would take a small strip from their clothing, if they'd allow it, and add it to the wristband.

Trance is lost in her own name. Not literally, her mind drifts into different trances. She has the tendency to zone in and out of reality on a frequent basis. She ends up becoming lost in whatever world she imagines. But her trances can be controlled to an extent, but she will start thinking one second and becomes lost in herself the next.
While in these trances, her body will simply stand or sit in place. Unmoving until she is broken out of her state or her mind finishes the sequence.

But out of reality, she is very sweet. Smiling, nodding, being polite as she can considering she doesn't speak. She communicates in a sense. She understands spoken word completely, but she doesn't like using it. Her mouth stays sealed, save for the occasional "Hmmph" of disappointment or giggle. She has the full ability to speak, but she lacks the willingness to do so.

When she walks, her step is filled with both spring and cheer. She can run like a bunny and hide just as easily. She just won't hurt anything in a physical manner in order to do harm. Animals, people, she won't attack anything. She refuses to hold weapons, or even touch them. The first sign of danger would cause her to run and hide. She's decent at hiding and sneaking, but she isn't amazing. Just enough to get out of tight spots.

One gift she has is a way with animals. She can read them like a book, analyze their actions or condition. She discovered a true talent for helping them. Her skills with any living creature are of which not many can explain. She loves to pet and play and care for all animals. Her displayed affection for life helps her out very often, because she acts as a veterinarian. Even to peacekeeper guard dogs.
But once in a while, she has to use her veterinarian knowledge to help people. She found a strong talent with medicine to accompany her animal skills. All of which earned her a valuable reputation.

As a baby, Trance was discovered on the front stoop of the orphanage. No parents, no note, just a beautiful baby girl wrapped in a towel and left in a backpack. She grew up without any parental guidance, only her fellow rejects. This allowed her to grow up uncaring about her parents, or even the people around her. She grew up alone, only her and her imagination. It was all she could do, leave reality and lose herself in lala land. It was her release into a world better than the one she had.

Even though she grew up in eleven, she had very little interest in plant life. Rather than take after the district, she found interest with living creatures. At night she would slip out of the orphanage and steal off into the night. She would sneak into stores, especially ones that sold books. She would never steal anything, only sit down in a corner of the store and read books on animal anatomy and care. Since eleven was a harvest district, most of said books were rare. It was often she had to instead go to a deteriorating library and hunt its shelves for her prize. This entire practice started at age five, she taught herself to read and she caught on quickly. Her learning abilities helped her from ever needing assistance from anyone. Though, from time to time, she still needed someone's assistance. But by the time she became enrolled in school, she was well ahead of everyone else.
With the basics of reading understood, she was able to advance in the book levels very quickly. She would read everything she could on animals of all kinds. Farm species or wild life, it didn't matter. It became a hobby. Once in a while she would dip into books about the human body, reading about how I works as well. Some nights she would go into her mental trance, still reading the book. And by the time she returned to reality, she would have finished the book and memorized each page.

Eventually came a time that offered a chance for her to use her knowledge. That chance came when she was fourteen on a class trip to a farm. On the trip there, they came across a peacekeeper's dog. It became aggressive to all the people who dared to approach it. Its master was ready to put it down until Trance intervened. She got between the keeper and the dog to prevent the keeper from shooting it. Something about her calmed the dog. Trance neared it, and found to be a female dog. And it was pregnant. She used a note to inform the keeper, and soon both master and hound safely returned to the district headquarters.
This was a moment of pride for Trance, but her peers saw it as a traitorous move. They saw her a sympathizer to the peacekeepers, a suck up who would betray or snitch on fellow citizens. They chose to ridicule her, bully her. With her refusal to speak, her torment only escalated as it was unhindered by adult intervention.
Trance suffered with this regularly, but she endured. And her endurance payed off.
Because over her hard years, she often retreated to farms around the district. The farmers would pay her to be a vet of sorts to the animals that pulled their plows. Oxen, horses, pets of those who could afford them, she practiced her talents on a regular basis. The tender heart of hers would never allow her to pick sides, she didn't deny anyone help, not even peacekeepers. She would tend to their guard dogs if they became sick or injured. She wouldn't den them help, no matter how blood thirsty the beast.

Her medical knowledge wasn't limited to animals. She used her knowledge to become a medic of sorts, helping those who needed a cut looked at, or an arm patched up. Word quickly spread around about her talents, and she built a small collection of coin for her skills and services. Enough coin for her to leave her old life behind.
She ran away from the orphanage, fleeing to the houses of farmers for shelter. Most were only too happy to oblige. Peacekeepers didn't bother her, a sort of respect for helping even them. She began to live in haylofts or spare rooms at night. By day she was either lost in a trance or putting her skills to work as she wandered about the district. This is the life she lived since she was sixteen.

It was her greatest relief when she turned nineteen and was no longer in the reaping. It didn't bother her at all to see her former bullies still stuck in the reaping ball. She didn't care for them, but she did admit to herself; if they were hurt, she would still help them. It was against her nature to refuse anyone. But she did start thinking about leaving eleven behind.
She began to day dream about traveling, to venture beyond eleven to other districts. She went into long trances about life in other districts, using her talents on people who needed them more. She thought of the rumors about the impoverished district twelve, how they needed people who knew things about medicine. So she packed up her backpack and started watching the train station. Plenty of peacekeepers knew her, some even by first name. Her presence around the station didn't go unnoticed, but it was turned a blind eye to. Nobody expected her to sneak onto a train car hauling food for the capitol. She narrowly escaped security sweeps through the train, but managed to hide none the less. When the train jerked forward to leave the station, she was caught off guard. She expected the train to go toward twelve. Instead, the train moved off in the opposite direction. Against her expectations, she ended up in district ten, and she didn't enjoy her ride. She decided to disembark from the train and venture into the new district, where she now resides until she makes the decision to move on.