Mimus Chordata Distric 12

Mimus stands at the full height of 5’6, she won’t grow any taller than what she is already. And although she is an average height, she is slender; being able to slink through narrow places is something of her specialty. And only weighing a mere 120 pounds, she is around the normal weight someone should be, but she struggles hard for that food. Although she is small, she does work hard, making her seem athletic, she can averagely carry a ten pound bag of flour, though she has never tried, except to occasionally help others to try and get a burnt loaf of bread.
Scars are something not uncommon on Mimus, nicknamed mockingbird (mimus is the scientific name for mockingbird). With her father’s fowl temper, she is an easy target for his anger, and scars litter her body for it. She might be small compared to her 6’6 father. Having scars up her arms, a scar over her eye, and along her legs, she doesn’t bother hiding them anymore. There’s no point. The more she tries to hide, the more he lashes at her in his drunken stupor.

Soft but chap lips, and pretty blue grey eyes are surrounded by a full head of auburn hair that hangs along the mid of her back that is usually tied back into a pony tail with her mother’s old ribbon. And although it seems harsh, she enjoys the cold baths at district twelve and prefers being as clean as possible, but never afraid of getting dirty.

Loyalty, this is something that gets to Mimus, you see when her mother passed away, she expected her father to continue to care for her as he had before, but instead, the man went slightly insane in his head. So although he is her father, she doesn’t trust him, and doesn’t trust many, but she doesn’t let it show, because if she did, she would die, and fast.
Friendly, everyone can hide behind a mask; Mimus has brought this on easily. She can fake genuine smiles to get what she wants, or at least try to, smile and offer to help, that’s something she has mastered because if she helps, they likely reward her in some way. This is something she needs.
Family, she misses her mother, who had named her after the mocking bird was a woman of herbs and flowers and singing. So although she knows this stuff, she doesn’t sneak away to find it, instead she will wonder along the barrier sometimes, reach through and grab what she can. If it’s something useful and the fence is off. And although her father taught her how to wield a bow and arrow, and knives, she doesn’t like causing harm if necessary as she takes after her mother in being sweet and gentle.
Innocence is something that can be described in her, as saying something vulgar, rash or even silly may make her break into a blush or chase her away. Which sometimes if someone doesn’t want her help they would make a comment on how soft her lips appear.
Singing is something she enjoys doing when she is alone, and like name sake, if she can remember a song, she can likely sing it. At least to the best of her knowledge anyways.
Hunting, this is something she knows how to do because her dad taught her, wanted her to be strong and ready for anything, and what me meant, was in case he disappeared in a mining accident. But that never happened.
Independence, this is something Mimus treasures, simply because she could never handle being tied down, she is to use to being alone and on her own anymore, her father all but is a shadow in her existence. One that can easily hurt her.

: Mimus was born to a loving pair of people, their only daughter, the woman was a small healer, not famous in any way, but if people had animals they would bring them to Mimus’s mother. She had a soothing voice that could easily calm the animals, and she loved to sing, and Mimus would always sing with her. Petting the animal that was hurt. But sometimes there were times when even the animal could not be saved, and she would turn the person away, you see, although her husband hunted, she could never personally kill any animal.
Mimus started school, and on the first day, she never made friends, her mother told her that it was okay, that a real friend is harder to find and that she should take her time. Her father started taking her outside the district, small amounts first, letting her get used to it. Showing her things, she didn’t like breaking the rules and wanted to run back to her mother, but her father insisted she learn.
One night with her father at the age of ten, they found a stray dog caught in a trap, they freed the animal her father had wanted to kill the creature but she would stand in front of the dog, preventing her father from killing the dog, so the dog went with her father in hunting trips and she stayed home.
when she was thirteen, she was on her way home from school when she heard something going on at her house, confused she ran home, she knew her dad would be down in the mines, so something about this moment was not right, she could hear a man yelling at her mother.
“Fix the damn goat woman!” the goat had been attacked by something, and with the creatures throat bleeding profoundly, even my mother could tell it would be no use. She asked the man to leave. Instead he had pulled a knife on her mother, the dog had leapt up to protect her mother, but the man hit the dog in the head, knocking Brut unconscious, the dog was useless to defend her mother, and instead the man stabbed her mother.
She ran for the healer instantly, the man had heard her scream and was chasing after her, a witness was never a good thing, and the commotion drew the peacekeepers in but as she reached the house of the healer she hid behind woman’s skirts and her husband held up his pick axe to defend his wife. The peace keepers took the man and had him killed, and took his goats as well. And although the healer tried, resurrecting her mother was to no avail. When the father got home, the healer explained quietly what had happened. Brut was curled up whimpering with his head in Mimus’s lap.
Her father seemed to enter a black void then, the money he made, he bought alcohol from the hob, drinking day in and out, and he seemed to forget he had a daughter, but she took care of herself, finding food when she could. No one would yell at her, and when she went to school, she hid Brut, knowing her father would likely kill the dog, as school, for every new cut, bruise she came with the teacher would only look the other way. If she was badly wounded, the healer would tend to her in private, but she did not like going to others for help.

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