Emerson Wendzel - D8

Appearance:

I don’t get haircuts except for when I do it myself. So, my hair is long and, the further down my hair, the more messy it is. I am not that great at cutting my hair so the ends consist of choppy cuts and split ends. Currently, my hair extends to the middle of my back. The shade is that of a dark brown. My lacks of exposure of the sun has not allowed highlights to form in my hair so it is the same cover all around. Other than being messy, my hair is mostly in big, natural curls.

My eyes are nothing special. I wish I would have gotten my father’s blue ones but, alas, I gotten my mother’s dull brown ones. There is a little of a light shade of brown mixed with the dark brown. The size of my eyes are slightly above average for most people in my district. As for my eyelashes, they are relatively thin. If I were some Capitol girl or boy, I would hate them but I am a girl from a lower district. Therefore, this characteristic does not bother me that much. My eyebrows are a little thick but, again, I do not care. People rarely see me anyways.

My head is small. My jawline is in the shape of heart while I have high cheekbones. Between my cheeks is my nose. This part of my face is pretty small. The tip of my nose is angle slightly up, allowing people to get a clear look at my nostrils. My lips are a little wider than my nose and are in a light shade of pink. They are more thin than they are plump. As for my ears, they are mostly cover by my locks of brown hair. However, when they are seen, people may call them big as compared to the other parts of my head.

I stand about 5’5 but I am still growing. My father thinks I will grow about two more inches and be as tall as my mother was. I weigh around 110 pounds, making me thin. I am not starving but I am active so I do not gain much weight. I have a slender build with long legs. I am covered with tanned skin that was passed down from my mother and father as compared to a sun created color. I usually dress in clothing that is a little tighter fitting because loose clothing bothers me.

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Personality:

OCC: Just to let you know, the people of District Eight are not out to kill her. She simply has a pathological fear of people.

People make me nervous. Some, I fear, are after me at all hours while others, when they see me, will attack me once their eyes spot me. This is why I hide from them. Well, not really hiding. I stay in my house. After time, my sleeping habits have turned me nocturnal. My eyes don’t open from my slumber until 6:00 PM and I don’t go back to sleep until 10:00 AM. Not many people are up at the same hours as I am so I use this time to go outside and explore. I am safe from everyone at this hour and, when I do see someone on the streets at night, I use the shadows from the buildings to hide me.

Again, I have a fear of people; thus I never ask for help. Plus, I like to do things myself. I know my tasks get complete when I do them as well as they are finished in a way that I think are suiting. I don’t trust any person to do things that I know I can do. However, there are tasks that I cannot complete myself and it drive me crazy. An example would be when the electric wiring in my house stopped working. I have no knowledge of electric engineering so my father had to hire someone to do it for us. I try to forget that someone other than my father and I have been in our home.

I don’t like to think about my future, simply because I am unsure what my future will be. I like to think I will be alive. The people of District Eight would give up on their efforts to kill me and I would not be reaped for the Hunger Games. However, this is only hopeless dreaming. The odds are not much in my favor. My theory is that I will die by the age of seventeen by the hands of another.

There is one thing that works in my favor. I am brilliant. I believe I am the smartest girl of District Eight but not many people will know this. I do not exhibit my intelligence because, the less the people of District Eight know about me, better chance I have against their attacks. If they know how smart I am, their efforts to kill me would become more clever. So, everyone else thinks of me as below average-to-average intelligence. To go with my clever mind is my ability to strategize against the people that are after me. I can avoid contact with my enemies as well as form harmless traps for them to fall for.

I try to be nice. It was this effort that has made me fear the people of District Eight. I cannot help but insult people. I don’t purposely do this, of course. I am not a completely cruel person. Just everything that spills from my mouth can be taken in more ways than one. Most of the time, people take it the wrong way. So, I have stopped trying and keep my mouth shut. And, after that little event, I have pushed people away in general.

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History:

I was born on August 16 into the arms of my father, Xavier, and mother, Pricilla. Of course, they wanted a boy because they could do more physical work than a girl; therefore, I higher income for the family. However, I was a girl. My parents did not want to have another child in fear they would not properly raise the child since the family was not financially stable. They had the money to nurture one child and that was it. I was an only child and I would remain that way.

I don’t remember much as a baby. Does anyone? Anyways, my parents would sometimes tell me stories. Once, when I was three, I chased after a sheep. I was so happy so my parents did not bother stopping me. They regret not doing so since the sheep kicked me in my shin and broke it in three places. They took me to a place where they did their best to mend the bones. It was extremely expensive and it gave my parents another excuse not to have another kid. My leg was never really the same after that. It isn’t as strong as my other leg and I walk with an almost unnoticeable angle.

Since that, my adventures as a child stopped and I was condemned to stay in my home. This wasn’t all too bad. I learned to take joy in reading books. At first, I read books of fairytales, most which consisted of princesses falling for the handsome princes and living happily ever after. These books used to be my favorite since I believed that I would live happily ever after like the characters in the books. However, it would be clear that later in my life that I would not turn out like the princesses in the stories.

When I was nine, my mother went out to get groceries for the family. I felt bad because I did not say good-bye to her when she left. However, I thought nothing more of it since I knew she was going to be back anytime. I was wrong. After getting her desired items, my mother was returning to our home when a thief stabbed and killed her in the streets of District Eight. He took all the groceries except for a rough looking book of fairytales I had yet to read. And, it was that day that I stopped reading silly, impossible stories and moved on to more advanced books filled with facts. And it was that day that I sparked my fear for people.

Like I mentioned earlier, I moved to books that focused on knowledge. This is where I got must of my knowledge from. At night, I would go out and buy books from this used bookstore. The guy behind the counter was the only person other than my father that I trusted. It was also at this time that I went on my little adventures on the town. I once read there was learning in doing things. So, I do things in the safe blanket of the night.

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