Finished:W:Art Koplin:W:Wanderer

Art is a very skinny girl coming in at 100 pounds. This is due to the fact that she barely eats anything out in the forest where she has grown up at. She isn't very tall either since she is oly 5'1''. Though this makes it easier to hide. Sometimes, when Art takes in a deep breath, you can see her ull rib cage against her tight pulling skin. Her skin is very tan from all of the running in the sun she does. But, what part of her skin is pale and pink is a long, jagged scar the goes from her elbow down to her wrist. It is very jagged in a way that it looks like a very poorly drawn lighting bolt.

Art has copper hair which is a medium bight color of red. She has her hair up always because it is always so messy, but sometimes when it is down, it goes mid-back since she has nothing to cut it with. Her blue-ish gold eyes shine brightly as the sun rises in the morning or whenever the light hits her eyes just perfect, you can she sparkles in her eyes. Her face is shaped like a square and is very complementive of her hair. Even though Art loves to smile, her brother says that she has lost her one true smile.

Art was once known as a very spunky girl. She was very full of energy and life. But, that was a lifetime ago, and to Art, she doesn't remember herself like that. What she knows and remembers is that she is hard and cold to people who she is new to. She doesn't like people bosing her around, but will do something when her brother suggests something to her. Other than that, she takes no orders.

Art is very into Art. She likes to draw what is ever on her mind with her long pointy stick and a large rock. She normally draws what she wants her family like when she grows up. Or what she pictures her whole family like when she was littler. She also like to draw out her dreams instead of telling them. She thinks that if you put it in stone, it will never fade away.

Art doesn't like when people get hurt, so she tries to protect her brother from nature. Even though her brother keeps reminding her that he has to look out for her, she thinks it should be the opposite. Sometimes, when Art is really deep into her mind, she thinks that sometimes she owes her brother everything in the world because he took care of her. But, he always reminds her that she doesn't owe him anything.

When Art tries to act cold and hard and distant, she does a mighty fine job at it. She doesn't hold what she thinks about you back. When she wants you to know, you will know. She lets everything flow from her mind and thoughts, all the way out of her mouth. And she never has any regrets of what she says to anybody. Her moto is 'Say what you mean and mean what you say' and Art lives up to the moto everyday by showing people that she isn't a force to be recconed with. She will let you know that you can't push her around.

Some words to sum up Art are: Loud mouth, Cold, Hard, Artistic, Caring, Strong, Not Afraid, and Ready to kick butt at any moment in time.

Before Art was born, her family lived in District 12. Her father and mother had gotten into trouble with the Peacemarkers. They said that once Art was born, they were taking both her brother, Matt who was nine at the time, and Art away from them. Her mother was afraid that they would separate her two kids. So, once their mother gave birth to Art, she gave her to Matt and told him to run.

Matt named her Art after he saw someone's drawning of two sibilings. Matt was very protective of his sister no matter how old she got. Matt, one day, when Art was still under 12 months, played with her so much and so loudly, he thought that there was someone there because a branch broke. He hushed Art and ran off with her bunddled up in his arms in a piece of cloth.

As Art grew older, she became more indulged in art and creating things. She relies on her drawings to tell if they were already in one spot or the other. Art also relies on her art to tell what she is sometimes afraid to say. Like when she misses her family, she draws a picture of a family with her in it.

When Art turned six years old, she began to question simple things like why the sun is in the day but not at night. Or when she is running, she will ask Matt why they are running even though she has heard the reason a million times before that. She would also whine about how much she would be hungry after she ate her share of the day's food. So, her brother gave in and gave her half of his share.

When Art was around ten or eleven, she learned how to hunt with a stick and which berries to eat and not to eat. It also became a rule that whatever you picked, you got to eat. No sharing with the other her brother used to say. Art figured that he only said that because he didn't catch much and the little he caught Art would envy because it would bigger than her's.

Art grew on the idea of kill whatever you see. Eventhough she didn't like it, she knew that it was the only way she could survive. So, Art did whatever it took to catch her share. Sometimes, when she knew that she wouldn't be able to fit her share in the bag that she had made herself, she would slip it into her brother's bag and act as if she had nothing to do with it. Another reason for this was because her brother had gotten skinnier since she was nine.

At the age of 13, Art would ask Matt for more freedom, but he was hesitant to let her go off on her own. But, the one time she did, she almost got caught by a peacemaker lurking behind a bush. But, using her speed that she had aquired over the years from running, she out ran the peacemaker and hid from his sight. She ran back to her brother with the news and he told her to gather up her her little sleeping mat and to make a run for it.

When it was around the time for her 14th birthday, Matt decided to make Art a new shirt. Matt attempted to keep it a secret, but Art found out when a little piece of it hung out of his bag. Art loved it, but thought it was too small for her. (However it wasn't.) So, Art made a bigger one that was a bit bigger than Matt and gave it to him. He refused it, but Art insisted on it and he gave in.

When Art turned 15, her brother Matt became more worried about her because of her yelling at nighttime due to her nightmare about her and Matt being chased around by a pack of Peacemakers. The dream continued on and Matt got killed by a peackmaker sliting his throat and Art met the same fate.

Sometimes, even to this day, Art still has these nightmares.