District 3: Nikole Breckinridge

Nikole Breckinridge
"Nikki"
Age 16
Female
District 3



Nikole is 5'3", with long limbs that look strange on her thin frame. She is light skinned, with not many freckles. She has a queer liking of skirts, and can usually be found wearing one, usually a few inches past her knees or slightly longer, with an out-of-place t-shirt above. Her dark brown hair is very slightly wavey. They fit around her small, oval face like a picture frame, and seem to slightly brighten her equally pale blue eyes, large almonds. Her nose is small and cute, though not standing out. Her lips are light pink, a smile always trying to break through.

This young girl might be considered very pretty by many, though some take much notice of her knobby knees and pointy elbows. Her smooth, fast hands usually move to cover the elbows or hide her face. Nikki has small feet, unwellkept toenails hiding under the thin, soleless black shoes.



Nikki is generally very shy, hiding her face to avoid being called on in class or picked out in a crowd. To those that have managed to befriend her, she is loyal and honest to. She rarely fibs, then only to protect someone. To her, sociality is a web of difficult understandings one must by chance be born with. She isn't the smartest jellybean in the bowl, but put her in the middle of the desert and suddenly she seems much more clever.

Nikki has a wild imagination, which only flares when she is outdoors, writing a story to the sweet sound of spring birds, the warm feel of a summer sun, the inspiring falling, beautiful autumn leaves, or the bitter snow pushing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, all found far away from the factories, at the edge of the district where her house sits neatly, calling nature. Here her stories burst into her mind like grapes in the first bite.

Nikki seems to be naturally empathic, emotions bringing her down even when not her own. She loves little children, because they are so innocent. She babysit for her parent's friends occasionally, and is called rather nurturing. Nikki is rather modest, blushing at any hint of a compliment. She likes the idea of one day having children, but also wants to wait.



It was a beautiful spring afternoon the day Nikki was born, sometime after lunch. Her parents, Eleanor and Phoebus would only have one child, and soon after found a pretty location and built themselves a narrow, two story house. When she started school she didn't make many friends, but one person did worm their way into a special nook in her heart. His name was Jay Whitefeather, who would become her first and best friend. They liked spending nights at each other's houses, and because of the young age it was fine. Nikki's parents liked she had a friend, and never prohibited him from coming over.

By the time she was twelve, she had written hundreds of short stories which very quickly got longer and more detailed. She never worried about the Reaping, only wishing Jay luck and getting through it, finding ignoration the best formula, though the tributes always gave her a nice stab of sorrow.

When she was fourteen, Thistle arrived. He was a tan, brunette, Hazel-eyed flirt who decided to win her over. When they first started through relationship, it was nice, but about a week in he started to point out her flaws and laugh at her mistakes. Nikki, always a bit short on good friends got scared Thistle would abandon her. She ended being his carpet for six months until he broke up with her at the end of the school year. It was straight back to Jay from there, as she cried for her foolishness. He got that boy good, and Nikki realized what she had for Thistle had never been love, but desperation. It was from that point on she crushed heavily on Jay. That same day she finished the book she was trying to write.

Words cannot describe how Nikki's feelings grew over one month as she realized alkyl the wonderful things Jay was. One day she decided she loved him, and though shyness edged her backwards she resolved to let him know how much she wanted him. He came to her house that night, and she nervously stood ready to tell after he explained his visit, which happened a lot less lately. The moment he spoke her heart shattered. His parents had set him up to marry Neera, a girl from school, younger than her, and a easy little witch. All she could do was curl up by him that night and dream her way out of things. Though she was not the one getting married, she felt pushed away.

Though she does not speak it to the clingy, jealous little girl, Nikki despises her. Of all the people Jay was betrothed to a terrible person. Perhaps if the girl was less manipulative she wouldn't hate her as much. Nonetheless, Nikki continues to love her best friend, wishing for him every time she thinks of him.