Katelyn Persimmon D11 {FIN}

Name: Katelyn Persimmon
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

A dishwater blond. The term is not meant as an insult, but to describe the interplay of golden strands of hair with varying shades of brown. That terminology notwithstanding, Kate still prefers to be called sandy-haired, even if its not the best adjective for the hair that cascades past her shoulders; often swept to one side , her goldenrod locks are like wheat stalks swaying in a gentle autumn breeze. Or so her father likes to tell her.

Kate's thin eyebrows are usually turned up in a bemused surprise, which arches over her cerulean eyes and fluttery lashes. Her nose and ears are a tad long, but not too long for her face; in fact, one could say they match her neck. Pert, full lips are set above a pointed chin that rounds out her entire head. She is not overly tall for her age, but her frame is certainly willowy and graceful.

In numbered terms, Kate is five feet and ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds. Generally, she can be found dressing in simple skirt and shirt combinations or the occasional pair of work jeans. If one were to visit her inside her home, they may catch a glimpse of a flour dusted apron.

Personality:

Her friends would tell you that she is sweeter than apple cider. Kate always has a nice word for someone; a pick me up, or maybe a tasty treat. She was a heart for small children and soft furry animals. The stance she has carried throughout her childhood and into her approaching womanhood is one of careful gentleness. There is a lot of pain and suffering in the country of panem, and she sees anything she can do to improve someones day as the best and only way to really help.

Some would say she is too trusting, perhaps bordering on naive. She has an idealized view of the district, indeed of the world at large; She wants to see the best in everyone she meets, so that in fact is what she sees, choosing to overlook the flaws in favor of their better qualities.

In her spare time, she can be found picking berries or other fruits and turning them into pies. It's a calming hobby for her, as she finds the process of mixing, kneading, rolling and filling those delicious pastries to have an aesthetically pleasing effect. The smell of rising crust intertwines with the sweet scent of fruit marinating in its own juices. She loves her some baked goods.

History:

Born to the persimmons seventeen years ago, Katelyn was raised in district eleven by loving parents. Her father is in charge of a cherry grove; He's one of the men that deals with all the paperwork concerning harvest quota's and shipping manifests. Kate's mother is a stay at home maternal figure and in fact, it his her mother to thank for her love of creating culinary masterpieces.

Her childhood was remarkably normal; or at least as normal as it can be in a country where twenty-four teens are forced into gladiatorial combat once a year. Like many of the people living in the lower districts, she holds no love for the capitol or the arena, but some part of her seeks to find the logic in it. After all, they must have a good reason for subjecting their citizens to such heartbreak; though she is careful not to let this opinion be known.

When she was eleven, Kate encountered her first homeless person, a young boy living in one of the orchards. Confronted with the knowledge that others in the district could be so far less fortunate then herself, she made it a point to start bringing people food, eager to see the look that brightened their face, if only for a moment.

When the annual games roll around, Kate sends pastries to the families of the reaped. A peach cobbler is a poor substitute for a child, but she has learned that anything that can distract you from your problems is worth something, even if the relief only lasts as long as it takes to lick a pie tin clean.

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FC is Landry Allbright