Schmitt, Melody (District 8)

THIS IS MY PERSONALITY;;

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i raise my flags, don my clothes
it's a revolution, i suppose
we'll paint it red to fit right in[/center][/i]

Melody is a character and it is brought out beautifully in her appearance. This girl is very slight, not quite hitting 110 pounds just yet. She isn't even that tall, standing at 5'2. It's probably the thing she hates the most about herself, not the fact that she is one of the few red heads in district eight. Her hair is straight as a board, going down to just below her shoulder blades. Guess who can cut her own hair? Melody! She takes pride in her sloppily cut bangs.

Living in the district that creates the textiles, one would think that due to the daily routine her creativity would be suppressed, however that would be quite the contrary. Melody's clothes, despite being slightly ragged and old, have managed to have a the cutesy flair that she brings in her personality. Bright colors incorporated with some handy scissors have helped bring out her style.

Melody is a fair skinned girl with freckles dotting every limb on her body, although surprisingly sparing her face. The red head has bright blue eyes and a winning smile, sure to get her a few extra pieces of bread from the shops in District Eight. She uses this smile to get what she wants and that is probably the only time it ever comes out. Other than those times it seems like she only ever as a small frown on her face.

This girl generally has flawless hands, her small structure and sweet demeanor getting her an extra day off here and there and easier jobs due to sympathy from the older workers. Even then one's hands wouldn't be quite as soft as her's. Maybe it's because of her fear of germs, constantly washing her hands and trying to keep her family away from disease. Melody can't stand dirt finger nails, and spends a lot of time in brooks scrubbing underneath her nails under they could practically sparkle. Sometimes she thinks she might be a Capitol woman stuck in the body of a district eight girl.[/color]

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i'm breaking in, shaping up
then checking out on the prison bus
this is it, the apocalypse[/center][/i]


Stubborn; Melody hates correction, and even worse despises it when her ideas are shot down. She isn't one to give up easily, even if her pride is hurt. When her pride is hurt, it almost drives her forward more than anything else. Any sort of help makes her angry, spouting out that she can do it herself. Mel tends to be a little cold shouldered at times when she's in one of her stubborn mods.

Motherly; Melody can come off sometimes like an obsessive mother, checking up on friends and family whenever she can. No matter how many miles she has to walk Melody loves going and seeing her friends. Ever since her mother's death scare she has been practicing taking care of her two younger brothers.

Kind-hearted: This red head is slightly naive and trusting at times, sometimes too trusting. In the games she would probably have a bit of a disadvantage due to her dependance on others. Even though she tries hard to support her family and tell them she is independent, deep down she won't admit that she desperately needs someone to cling to. Not only that but she would easily fall prey to traps designed to pull at her heart strings.

Crafty: It takes a lot of wit, guts, and intelligence to wrap even a peace keeper around one's finger. Not that Melody is quite there yet, but with a little practice she might be able to get to that point. She can, however, get herself a few extra rations with a sweet little smile and a sad little story. She plays off of what would make her give up an extra roll. Generally Mel brings along her little brothers to give off an extra little emotion to her ramblings. She hasn't quite gotten caught yet, although sooner or later it should happen.[/size]

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i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blow
welcome to the new age[/center][/i]

Melody's parents were very planned out people, practically writing their lives down on a piece of paper. Even Mel herself was planned, coming along just as they expected at exactly the right time. She was healthy, happy, and just as they planned except probably her personality. She was probably one of the worst toddlers they had ever encountered. Melody was a screamer, one who pitched a fit, she was everything they had hoped that she wouldn't be.

Of course after time she calmed at when she was six her two younger brothers came along. They were not expected at all. Twins? They were born about a month earlier than they were due and left their mother weak. After that her health went into a downward spiral where only her father was working. Melody started working when she was ten. She would bring cotton in from the fields to the factories and so forth.

The red head spent a lot of time making friends, the cogs beginning to turn in the back of her head. It all started with an extra roll in her hand from one of the elderly workers after hearing her mother was too weak to work a job. After that she began to make friends, weaseling in a little sniffle here and there with any mention of her mother or even her family. Any chance she got Melody was speaking about how she made her mother breakfast every morning. Which was sort of a lie. She kind of... gave her the food. She would more than likely burn any sort of substance she got her hands on.

Her mother came close to dying before finally getting better. Although still now, in Melody's current age, she still can only do the job that her child used to do. Who knew Melody would have to teach her mother the ways of bringing cotton in from the fields? She herself had graduated to actually picking the cotton which gave her a decent chance to teach her mother.

Mel currently spends most of her time in the shops, running her hands enviously over different textures of textiles, staring at the animals, or tossing a few coins on the counter for a new soup to try. She spends a lot of her earnings behind her mother's back, blaming her pay on the lack of money she tends to bring home. Melody can't help herself, when she sees something she likes she can't help but to try and get it. Weaseling in a few extra bats of the eyelashes here and there can get her a deal sometimes.[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote]