Alice ,District 4

Alice stands at 5' 6"; 154 lbs, and growing. She is solidly built with a lean from from her life of fishing and on boats. She has a short mass of greenish, blond hair, tinted from the ocean sitting on her head. Her bronze skin shines brightly as it reflects of of the Ocean's surface. Her eyes are green flecked with gold.

Though her face seems pretty and flawless their is one blemish on it. Traveling from above her eyebrow down her cheek and to her jaw rests a scar from a boating accident when she was 9. Along with plenty of scars on her arms, legs and torso from everyday living and training.

Alice is quiet and keeps to herself but is not afraid to stand up for herself. She loves to take walks along the beaches of 4 at night, watching the moon rise and set, listening to the sounds of the nightlife. Running along the beaches sets her free, almost as free as being in the water itself.

One of her flaws being she doesn't know when to back down or quit when confronted. Which is a double edged sword. This allows her strength to be used for her or against her. She also loves to rescue sea life that has become entangled, that aren't to be food already.

Because she is so quiet she often is construed as arrogant and often acts it. She prefers natures attention rather than peoples and looks forward to her time in the games.

Alice grew up on her fathers fishing boat, never knowing her mother. He never spoke about her but Alice suspected that she was a victim of the Games. Another dishonoured tribute. When she was 9 her father allowed her to fish alone of the rocks from home. Par her demands and pleading. Towards the end of her unsuccessful fishing adventure she had decided to move towards the boat yard, which she was specifically told not to go.

After casting her line a few times, without success. she decided to reel in her line to find it had become snagged on something. She decided to go in after it because what could honestly happen? She followed the line through the darkening water until she found it snagged on the hull of a boat. the Water had become murky so she had to feel her way to the hook ad tried to free it.

Out of no where she heard a muted rumble just as the boat above began to move she instinctively turned her head and was caught in the face by the boast propeller. The next thing she knew was lying in her home with a bandage covering half her face. After a few days of recovery she was able to continue life and training.