Lirae Crana District Eleven

Lirae has light hair. Not a bleach blonde color, but it is a dark blonde/orange color. Her hair is left down, she doesn't like showing her face. It works for her because the length of her hair falls at about her shoulders, and the curls make it look like her hiding her face is natural. Really there isn't anything wrong with her neck and up though, she is quite pretty. Her eyes are golden/gray. Lirae's skin is pale and it never tans.

It seems that she is always frowning because she only smiles rarely, usually in private though if she is thinking about something funny that she saw or heard earlier. Lirae is not tall, but she is not short. She stands at about 5'7". She is thin, but has nice curves. Her arms are long and graceful and her fingers are long and thin. Now about her attire. Most of the times she wears a tight black dress that goes down to her to the middle of her quadsrosept(Sp? Doesn't have it in the spelling check, but it's the front of her leg). A pair of boots always occupy her dainty feet. She isn't goth, but she just likes blacks and reds.

Bright, obnoxious colors bother her. Lirae has a necklace, that has a glass flame on it, that she never takes off. Ever. It was a gift from her father, and as much as she wants to, she can't. During special occasions she dresses up, a bit. Ties her hair back, wears a dress that goes to about her feet.

Speaking of feet, Lirae has a tattoo of a black heart on her right ankle. It is not seem very often though, because, as I typed before, she wears boots that go up to her shins. Basically she is a tall, thin girl, who wears a lot of black and red. At times she can look intimidating because of her cold eyes and body posture. Her arms fold across her chest, very often. It makes her look defensive.

Lirae is not a people person. She is not really the understanding type. She has a low tolerance for people who annoy her and often gets agitated over little things. A big thing she hates is when people touch her belongings. A book, a comb, a bracelet. It is hers, not yours. At times she can be really moody and tends to stay with herself. Hates is when people get all "Lovey-dovey" or "Touchy-feely". No hugs, no smiles. It could appear that she is stuck up, but she isn't. Lirae doesn't think shes' better than than anyone else. Usually she is layed back, and pretty bored with life, nothing very interesting to her.

She likes to fight, but not start fights. She likes to read. She likes it when it's quiet and hates it when people ask her stupid questions. Lirae is smart. She's witty and she has a sharp tongue, but not a big mouth. If she has something to say, she'll keep it to herself. She hates showing weakness, and hates it when people ask if she's alright. Her answer is "I'm fine." Always. Lirae clicks with her kind of people, and fights with other people. She is a bit headstrong at times, thinking she can do things she really can't.

Lirae's father never liked her. He had 3 sons, and then a girl. As hard as she worked, her father only saw her as a dumb little girl, who would get in the way because she was the youngest out of all the children. She grew and grew, and so did her fathers hate and displeasure. He saw her as an object, and treated her like one as well. At times, he would hit her. She was just a little girl then, not knowing what she'd done wrong. Lirae's brothers and father were salesmen for their crops, they went to the far side of the district and then back, selling fruit and vegetables. When they were gone Lirae and her mother had ti work extremely hard in the fields and to take care of her home, with her mother. It was better that way, though. No father.

When she was 13 she found a few matches and started playing with the fire, innocently. One day when she was trying to start a fire, just to see if she could, their whole field caught on fire. All the crops burned. And she cried started crying. Sobbing pitifully as she looked at her hands, hating herself for being so reckless and dumb. She was so ashamed. That was the last time she cried, but it was the first time she'd cried out of pain. Though her fathers belt stung, it was not nearly as bad as the regret she had pouring into her soul. Lirae knew she had done something bad. She had turned an innocent game into something horrible.

Lirae had lost two things. All her families crops, and her mothers trust. So she fled. She ran away from her family, too ashamed to stay. She ran and ran, until she got to District Eleven. Then she stopped running. Some farmer took pity on her and gave her a place to stay and a job, she didn't get paid that much, but it was better than nothing.

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