Lavender Cartwright - District 1 (WIP)

[/color][/b] Lavender Cartwright
District: District 1
Gender: Female
Age: Twelve
Games Knowledge: Career
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[/color][/b] Many people describe my hair as platinum blonde. When the other girls in school bragged about their ‘golden locks of hair,’ I would simply laugh and educate them that platinum is much more valuable than gold. I am jealous, however, of the slight curl that seems to uplift all the other girls’ hair. My hair hangs straight as a board a bit past my shoulder. While I normally leave my hair down with perhaps a sparkly headband, I always tie it up in a ponytail when I go to training.
Eyes: My eyes have always reminded me of the small creek that runs through the park. They are a light blue that always seems to reflect the last rays of light at sunset. I always get compliments on my eyes at school and around District one, but at home it is a much different story. Uncle Brutus doesn’t like to look at my eyes because he says I have eyes just like her, my mother.
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Overall: I stand at a height of 4’8”, but people have learned not to underestimate me due to my size. I usually keep my platinum blonde hair down with a sparkly headband or burette to keep any loose strands out of my face. When I train with my uncle or with the other Careers, however, I make sure to tie my hair up into a side ponytail. I am always complimented for my iridescent blue eyes and china doll pale skin. Thankfully, the only imperfections on my soft skin are hard to see. When I first began training with my uncle, I cut my left eyebrow with the jagged end of my throwing knife. Now, if you look closely, you can see a small white line across my left eyebrow, permanently marking the event. The only other scar that mars what others call ‘porcelain skin’ runs across the top of my right thigh. While my skits and pants cover the jagged pink line during the day, my eyes seem to gravitate towards it whenever the defect is visible. While most of my skin is smooth, the pads of my fingers are slightly callused after several years Career training. I have heard many people refer to my face as ‘angelic,’ and I can’t help but smile. They don’t know what hides behind this innocent expression.
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[/color][/b] I have always been a fan of water and often sit by the small creek that bubbles through the district park. Another fascination I have is with wildlife. While many of the boys my age made it their goal to torcher any creature they could grasp, I found myself sheltering the small creatures and plants that dared try their luck in sight. Finally, I love to be the best. From school work to training, I always need to be the best. If it means staying indoors on a beautiful day to memorize lessons we will study the next week in school or training with the older Careers who could easily snap me in half, even on accident, I will do it. I love the feeling of victory.
Dislikes: Since I can remember, I have had a terrible fear of heights. Even the stout trees the other children used to climb would terrify me when I was younger and I constantly avoid rock climbing in Career training. Savage beasts and Mother Nature’s wrath, I can handle, but death-defying heights paralyze me. Darkness. Few know of my terrible phobia, because after all, it is hard enough for the other Careers to take me seriously and a fear of pitch-black darkness would not help. I truly believe it is the idea of the unknown that actually sends a chill through my blood on particularly dark nights. I constantly need to be control and be on top. The thought of being unable to survey my surroundings and therefore not conquer them haunts me.
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[/color][/b] Emerald Cartwright
Father: Unknown
Other Family: Brutus Cartwright - Uncle
Overall: I hardly remember her, my mother. It's all a blur except a few images of blue eyes that match mine and electric red hair that used to make her the most envied girl in the district. Of course, how can I even know if its real? Most of what I know about my mother, Emerald Cartwright, is what I have heard from people throughout the district. I was not born under normal circumstances. My mother found out she was pregnant with me when she was only sixteen. People have told me that she was one of the most popular girls of the district, before I came along. To have a child so young is rare, no, unheard of. When I turned two, the odds were not in our favor. My mother was eighteen when she was chosen as the District One female tribute for the 52nd Hunger Games. Although people will go into deep detail over how she died, they will not reveal to me the piece of information I long for the most: who my father is. Sometimes I wonder if they even know, but other times, I can practically see the answer swirling beneath their expressions.

Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you, I am afraid

Because of you

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