Sampson Farron |D7|

     If you ever came to face Sampson, you'd probably notice her height right away. She's tall for a girl, rounding out at about 6'. This creates a lanky figure with long arms and legs, partnered with a thin torso. When she was younger and hadn't really grown into her own body, the length of her limbs was disastrous! Tripping and falling became a daily occurrence and earned her the nickname "klutz" for a few years. Eventually she became more familiar with herself and has actually become quite elegant and precise with movement. Sampson learned to use her long appendages to her advantage. One of the fastest runners with the wide stride of tall legs, this girl will not miss out on the opportunity to race someone. Reaching high branches and far footholds, Sampson also found a love of tree climbing.

     From working several hours after school chopping trees, her skins holds a slight, but not fully rich tan. You don't get that much sun when you're constantly under the umbrage of the towering forest. Even so, Sampson is glad she is not fully tan, as the girl enjoys how prominent that splatter of freckles are across her nose and cheeks. They are a signature of hers, as many people in her district recognize her by the little specs that flaw her face. Also gifted from working with heavy lifting and chopping trees, Sampson has developed more strength in her upper body than most. It does not show too intensely as developed muscle simply because of her lack of proper nutrition.

     Another noticeable feature of this teen is her eyes, which harbor a light green color, that appears almost blue in different lighting. They were received from her mother, who had the same color and passed it on to both her children. Matching well with these eyes, Sampson displays a head of dark orange, auburn hair color. This particular characteristic was actually given to her by the father; it is the one thing she appreciates of him. Normally, when she goes to work, she'll just pull it up into a loose bun, letting pieces of it fall out of the hairstyle as the day goes on. It is a quick, if not permanent, solution, that keeps it out of her face for most of the day.

     From working in the forests as a lumberjack, to the mills, and lastly to her current occupation as a carpenter, Sampson carries severely flawed skin on the surface of her hands. Splinters, blades, and slips of the knife have carved up her hands almost as though they were softer, smaller pieces of wood. She never meant to turn her own flesh into sculptures. Puffy, pink scars run along the fingers and palm. They lace the surface in different patterns, permanently plaguing the once smooth skin. She absolutely hates how they look and detests it even more when others mention it. Even so, they display how hard she works to keep herself afloat in the suffocating depression that is District 7. Sometimes, if she suffers a new cut or has a fresh wound from pulling out a splinter, the teen will wrap up her hands with tape and bandages, hoping they will heal faster. She learned this trick from her mother, who at the time, used to to try and dissuade Sampson from biting her fingernails. That is a nervous habit that the teen has yet to grow out of, but she still uses the idea of taping her hands for helping the injuries.

     Determined: No one can truly measure how determined another is, but Sampson can definitely be seen as one of the most. She has seen and experienced a lot, creating a rather horrible past, yet she continues on. This teen has never been known to give up on anything, even when faced with the largest challenges. Her headstrong attitude keeps this girl moving, always in hopes of finally finding a better future for herself. Nothing is too big for Sampson handle in her mind, but this can sometimes get her into trouble. She has a tendency to bite off more than she can chew, sometimes faltering in her abilities to make good decisions. This determination roots from her desire to be completely independent and show that she is worth something.

     Charismatic: In her constant thoughts and regular silence, when this girl speaks, it normally always means something. She takes great precision with her words and finds it is often her greatest weapon. Having a sharp tongue or intriguing words can earn her almost anything in the end. She could be dubbed an amazing public speaker, as she has been known to move large groups with a few well-chosen words. This can also be seen as manipulative, but Sampson is quite proud of her speaking ability. She is not known to use it for ill intentions or any sort of personal gain, only to smooth problems, persuade, and pry further into the truth within another. Even so, if she were to fall on hard times, she may just see the other side of the gift.

     Analytical: Sampson thinks about everything. It's surprising that she can handle so much, but everything seems to require at least a decent amount of thought. She debates everything, weighing all consequences and options of her actions. This teen never used to consider the affects of her actions, but after losing her one sister in a horrible accident, she contemplates everything. Thinking more before she acts has become a habit, one that most others have a hard time mastering. Even though she does consider consequences, Sampson may still create horrible situations for herself. She sometimes knows that her actions would cause a painful outcome for her in the end, but this does not keep her at bay. This girl can still find herself in sticky situations, even when she knew how it would exactly turn out.

     Jaunty: Serious-looking to most, no one normally realizes that Sampson is actually light-hearted. She enjoys relishing in the company of others. Having a great time is always something the female strives to do, part of her optimistic personality. She tries her best to create happiness for others as well, aiming to brighten someone's day or turn a frown upside down. Considering her past sorrows and misfortunes, Sampson now works to squeeze every bit of joy from the rest of her days. Even if she may enjoy messing around most of the time, the teen has trouble keeping her spirits up sometimes. A depressed feeling sometimes snags hold of her, forcing into a state where she is unfamiliar with how to handle the emotions. This can be horrible for Sampson, forcing her to work desperately to get back to her usual optimism.

      Growing up in the grip of District 7, it seemed like Sampson never had enough of anything. They had a little family, one that consisted of a father and his two daughters, Hailey and Sampson. Not even 2 years into Hailey's life, their mother passed away. This brought their family down to 3, a trio of sorts, smaller than most. Even so, there was never enough to go around, never enough for a healthy, happy life. Yet, it was a life just the same. Where the world centered around the simple idea of survival, Sampson never took much for granted when she was young and that mindset has stayed with her to this day.

      Hailey had become the center of the teen's world as she got older. A good 8 years younger than her older sister, Hailey was craddled and adored by the family and their District, but none loved her more than Sampson. When she reached 15, Sam enlisted to work in the forests after school, cutting trees and chopping wood. 'Get more money, it means more food for Hailey,' the girl would think, 'Just do the work and go home.' It had all been in the best of intentions, driving her body to exhaustion everyday after school. She even got to see her father sometimes, when their work crews would switch sections of forest. He would tip his hat at her, winking with a smile that was contagious enough to put one on Sampson's freckled face. Then they would pass by each other like nothing had happened, axes in tow. Everyday it was like this, only sometimes catching the faint smile of her parent passing by. Everyday, she walked with Hailey to school, walked her home, sometimes raced her there, then become a prisoner of the trees.


      When Sampson was offered a job in the mills, she took the opportunity to escape the endless sun and tireless work. That single decision is the center of her regrets now. 17 at the time, she hadn't realized the truth of the mills, or she had, but never expected what she lived with. Dangerous. So dangerous were the saws that ran constantly in the mills, Sampson could feel the fear running down her spine when she first saw the large razors spinning endlessly. The rules were simple enough though. Keep your limbs close and make sure the logs of wood went into the blade at an even angle. It wasn't until Hailey was forced to work there at the age of 9, did Sampson truly begin to fear the place.

      "We need the money," her father had said. And suddenly his smile wasn't contagious anymore. His decision to send Hailey to work in the mills at such a young age created a rift so wide between them, it was like he wasn't alive anymore. Sampson could not fathom the mindset that would ever allow him to do such a thing, sending someone not even double digits in age to work. It drove her mad with rage, causing her only to become more protective of Hailey and fester a hate for her father.

      Now, they walked to school together in the morning, then both headed to the mill for work until late in the night, when they were released to go home. While working, Sampson would constantly watch out for Hailey. She warned of the blades often, knowing good and well that they could take someone's arm just as easily as it could a log. How cruel fate had been to decide to take Hailey's that very day. Like a mother who had failed at her only job, of protecting Hailey, Sampson was devastated when Hailey's screams finally drowned out the whirl of the saws. It was like Sampson's own arm had been caught in the blades. Were they not close enough to be one? And oh how she wished it had been her own instead of Hailey's.

      Medical treatment was inadequate, to say the least, in District 7. Progressing into a state of shock on the kitchen table of the only medically savvy person in District 7, Hailey couldn't be helped. Too much blood loss, coupled by the lack of proper medical treatment, Sampson's world died that very day. Unable to find sadness, only blind fury, the teen let loose on the one who had placed Hailey in harm's way; her father had been waiting at home. Angry tears spilling from her emerald eyes, she blamed him, shoved him, and damned him, for what had befallen her Hailey. Sorrow was her father's only emotion, unable to find words to defend himself. The fight had been quick, but just enough to cement that rift between them for good. Only days later, her father moved out of the house to live with his dying mother, a grandmother Sampson hardly knew. He left her alone, rarely checking up on the 17-year-old. And she was perfectly fine.

      The mill compensated slightly for the families loss, sending two paychecks worth of money to the house. Sampson wanted nothing to do with the money, allowing the father to leave with it. She soon stopped using her days for working in the mills, instead, beginning her own carpentering job. The girl has a talent for wood working, allowing her to make enough money to support herself. People request her work for the fine details and the wide variety of items she can make. From tables to sculptures to small gifts, Sampson can use a knife like it's an extension of her hand. Many consider her an expert on knifes, being very accustomed to their details, such as weight, blade, and quality. In times of stress, the girl will often resort to spending hours of carving.