Ranae Wolfsteade • District 07 {wip}

Name: Ranae Wolfsteade

Age: Fifteen • September 04th

Gender: Female

District/Area: District 07

Appearance:

There’s that puddle again. It’s there every morning when I wake up, ready to head off to school. Because it doesn’t rain everyday, I suspect it comes from the springs not too far from the little cottage on the left side of the hospital which I call home. On my way to the hell hole of school, I stare into it, wondering who I am. Depending on how I’m feeling on the specific day, my pale brown hair may be let down to flow over my shoulder, or it may be up in a tight bun with strands hanging down in front of my ears. Ever since I was younger, my hair has been very frizzy and hard to control. Having super thin and fragile hair makes it hard to use product, because it may as well fall off my head.

To me, hair products are a big no no. Hairsprays always dry my hair out to the extreme. I mean, seriously, when I was five, I experimented and ended up with a big glob with tangles. The stickiness of the product, plus the strength of the chemicals will either screw my hair up for weeks, or turn my hair bright white. Like I said, hair products aren't for me. I will wear makeup on the other hand. I don't find any problem with light blush, especially when it's made with all natural products. Lip gloss is always nice, because when my lips get chapped in the humid areas during timber season. Though, lipstick will make my lips drier, and any kind of liquid eyeliner or foundation makes my skin break out - and the last thing I need is acne with my problems already.

The small fringes that frame my face seem to make its shape more defined. Unlike my fragile hair, my face is strong and mature. With a sharp and straight jawline, it leads down to the center where my chin sits with a small cleft. Compared to the skin on my arms and legs, my face has a rosy tone to it. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I’m naturally easy to embarrass, or because I get warm very easily. My nose sits in the center of my fiery face, long and straight. It always seems to have a shine on it, just like the shine on my low cheekbones. My face, from my forehead to my chin, is covered with freckles that share the same color as my hair. They contrast with my light blue eyes, which are almond-shaped and wide-set. When I was younger, I got prescription glasses because the eye doctor from district six told me I was "far-sighted" and that I would have a problem seeing things up close, and that my vision would be blurry. I never wear them, though, because my older brother would tease me when I was only seven because of them.

I have natural bags under my eyes, but it would rather be appropriate to say that the skin there is very sensitive. The color doesn’t change, but the thickness does. The skin on my face is already thin, with almost no muscular appearance or chubbiness. My eyebrows are slightly slanted, pointing down towards the bridge of my nose. They’re very thin in texture, but have a slight rectangular shape. Where my face connects to my shoulders is this awkward thing that I like to call my neck. I find it too long for my head and shoulders, and it always feels like my head will be rolling off it any minute. My collarbone is very prominent, usually sticking out with the t-shirts I wear to bed and to school. I don’t have very prominent shoulders, but they’re not lacking in shape. They’re easily defined, but I think that’s because of my arm length. Standing straight up tall, my arms can easily reach my mid-thighs.

Hairless and smooth, my arms are covered in freckles and small bug bites that have left scars over the years. I easily scar and bruise, but I can’t seem to avoid being a target to those pesky little insects. My elbows are lanky and stick out like a sore thumb, being bony like the rest of my arms. The skin is so thin, just like on my face, which you can pull at it like elastic. My hands are very small, and my fingers smaller. I always have my nails neat and clean, but I never dare to cover them with anything but clear-coat. All natural is always the best in my case.

My torso is practically flat, with barely any sign of fat. Of course, it may have to do with my high metabolism, because I have a tendency to eat whatever I find that’s edible. I have an “outy” bellybutton, which highly annoys me most of the time. Everyone in my family has an “inny” bellybutton, but of course, I don’t. My ribs are slightly noticeable, but I don’t really feel starved or hungry at any time except during the nighttime. My breasts aren’t very large at a small AA cup, with freckles covering my chest and down my abdomen. I have a twenty six inch waist, which I feel is a little small for my height.

My legs and thighs are a whole other story, though. Slightly plump and full, most of my weight that doesn’t burn off goes to my thighs. Leading down my thighs, I come to a lump. Just like my elbows, my knees are very knobby and bony. There are small light brown hairs that trail down my legs from the lack of shaving products – gross, right? Also like on my arms, I have insect bites crawling up towards my knees, but they don’t itch since I use the aloe gel my mother makes from the plants in the gardens.

My midnight outfits usually consist of two garments: a long, button-down shirt, and long pajama pants. I only have two colors in my closet - green and white. I usually go to bed with my hair let down, because if I roll around in my sleep with my hair up, it will become tangled and be easier to be pulled out. I always sleep in one of those net beds - what do you call them? Oh yeah, hammocks. My eldest sister built it for me when I was eleven, and trust me when I say I haven't grown much since then.

Mid-morning outfits before school include khaki or cargo shorts, and a tank top. I hate to wear dark colors, especially in the spring and summer. My skin is very sensitive, and the dim, shady colors attract the sun's violent rays. The tank tops that are worn by me always have a one to two inch straps on the top, so it fits perfectly into the grooves of my shoulders. I hate wearing bras with tank tops, because they always seem to show through or feel itchy as the cloth of the shirt clings to my thin frame.

When at school, my style turns from tattered to treasure. With the fair amount of money my parents have, they buy cloth and thread from the market, along with small accessories. My mother will sit at home for days on end sewing my sisters and I beautiful dresses. She used to color code our dresses - I wore purple, my eldest sister wore orange and my younger sister wore blue. Mother would always create the same style of dress for each of up, with our names sewn across the hemline.

That’s exactly what I get when I look into the puddle.

Personality:

Most of the time, I’m not my usual self. I don’t really know how to explain this, but I will. When I was born, up to when I was nine, I was your average female, girl and student. I loved to get all dressed up, was teased by her brothers, and tried to get good grades without falling asleep. I was a happy child, so to speak. But then, as I grew older, I discovered more about the real world around me and how things weren’t always how they seemed. The heart-shaped face of the nine-year old, sweet Ranae changed to the constant paranoid, angry Ranae. Ever since the days of learning reality have come, I’ve never been the same.

I have this all-around sarcastic attitude. My brothers and sisters find it amusing most of the time, but my parents just sigh and shake their heads. I’m the one who sits at the dinner table and makes something funny out of something completely normal. I try to find the dirty humor in everything – books, movies, magazines, nature, behind closet doors, etc. You know what I mean? I really don’t know where I developed this trait from, because suddenly one day, I had this sense of sarcasm that just burst out of my mind.

Sarcasm is one thing, evil is another, right? In a certain way, some may consider me “evil”. I have a way of killing things purposely without thinking. I have troubles listening to my own conscious, and it often ends up that I’m in trouble. Take for example, if a bird’s hawking was annoying me, I’d grab the nearest thing to a slingshot and fire away. It’s sad to admit, but I don’t think before I do anything… except eat – that’s one thing that I think about all the time.

I’m also the girl with the heavy appetite. I eat a lot, and I love it. I’ve never been ashamed at how much I can eat at once, no matter the looks I get from the people around me. I’m not very picky about what I’m eating, it’s rather when I’m eating that usually paranoids me. Once in a blue moon, I’ll get up out of bed at two o’clock in the morning to bake and eat a batch of cookies. My sisters always give me weird looks and wonder how I’m not overweight like some of the capitol people. I just smile and shrug.

From when I was little, to now, the teachers have always told me that I was creative. Thinking outside of the box is second nature for things, and I have to tell myself that it would be a good strategy to survive if I was ever reaped for the Hunger Games.

.... Not that I'd want to.

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