Ashby Oxwell || Wanderer [DONE!]

Ashby is a beautiful girl, enough to gain the attention of boys her age. Of course, being a Wanderer, she doesn't see much of those. She has caramel skin, covered in scars from her time in nature. She's even lost her little toe from frostbite when she was 12. She's actually very tall, standing over most boys at 16. Her eyes are chocolate brown always hiding a certain sadness to them. Her hair is a long, curly brown that she often ties up with a piece of this rope.

As for her apparel, she ditched her small girly clothes early on. Nowadays, she can be found wearing awfully mismatched clothes that could be found wherever she could. Most often though, she wears a baggy pair of jeans she belts with a rope. She wears an assortment of tank tops. She will always be seen wearing her trademark leather jacket though. And when moving through camera-heavy areas, she wears a leather mask in the form of a wolf.

Ashby can only be described as a tomboy. She's tough, and she's headstrong. Stubborn as a mule, changing her mind on any subject is no easy task. She'll often fight first, ask questions later. She used to have a wonderful life, but she left it all behind for these woods. That's why she always seems to be hiding an abase personality. Maybe she full of regret. Or maybe something different.

Even though she's gorgeous, she's not really interested in romantic pursuits. She's bisexual, but she seems to prefer the company of females more. While she's tough to get through to, deep down she really wants company. She want companionship.

She's always been rebellious. But no one she's ever met could have guessed that she'd come to being a... Wanderer. She was a headstrong little girl, thinking she could take on a bull with her bare hands. She hides her deeper, inner feelings of sadness with the latter. What could she possibly tell anyone, with them thinking she's the strong, independent fighter she is?

Ashby had a perfect life.  She was pampered.  She was a pretty girl in District 2, her father was an important man, and she received the best of everything.  What else could she wish for?  But it wasn't all great.  Her father was abusive.  He would hit Ashby and her mother into shape. He father was a horrid man.  Personally working for the Capitol, he seemed more in tap with their cruelty than others.  He loved the games.  More so than anyone Ashby had ever met.  He watched them like a casual sport.  He would bet on them, he would throw parties for them, he would relish them.  He was a twisted beast in the eyes of Ashby.

More so after realizing the meaning of her birth.  She was conceived only to participate in the Hunger Games.

Her father wanted to wait until she was 18; when she was in prime condition.  Ever since her birth, he trained her, and implanted ideas into her mind.  He wanted to win.  He wanted to be rich and drink himself silly.

Then Mother left.

Ashby was 7!  How could she leave her here?  With him?  Father was worse after that.  He tortured her out of spite for her mother.  Ashby was done.  She couldn't take it.  She was done with this life.  She wasn't going to lie around and wait be thrown in an Arena and fight like some kind of animal.  She was done with her father.  So at 12 years old, she left.

It wasn't that hard.  It was easy to get to the electric fence, minimal security there.  She propped open a large enough hole between the cables with sticks.  And with her training, she was just able to leap through the hole and run away.

That was the easy part. She brought with her a small bag with a few necessities. She had a couple spare clothes, her mask, a kitchen knife, a water purifier, and a map. She knew she could bring too much. This was going to be hard.

It was unbearable at first. Even with her training, she was still only 12. The winter was Hell. Even with her crudely carved bow and arrows, she was barley able to forage and hunt enough food to make it through. During that first winter she lost her little toe to frostbite. She thought she was going to die. And she would have too, if it weren't for Anubis.
She was lying in her tent, nearly buried in snow. She was cold. And she was tired. So when the wild animal came, She couldn't do anything. She submitted herself. She was ready to die. She had made a mistake.
But the creature did something amazing. It was a dog, a wild dog. It was a filthy mutt covered in scars. While Ashby was expecting it to tear her throat out, the animal lay on top of her body, its shaggy fur kept her warm. She could breathe again.

Maybe she finally had a friend.

Today you will find her anywhere within the forests of Panem. She continues to travel with Anubis, where they both hunt food for each other. Ashby has minimal human contact, and that may be beginning to take a toll on her mind.

Sorry if the pictures are too large, I'm resizing them soon. And I apologize if I'm not very good at portraying a female correctly.