Rhoda Smith ~ District 13

When asked to describe yourself, your description is going to be different than if someone else did it. Yours might focus on the best features, or maybe the worst. I'll try my best to keep it even since this is for a record but it may vary so pardon my mistakes.

The first thing people usually use as an identifier is hair so that is where I'll start. Mine is dark and more than likely cut short at any given time. The picture in my file portrays it a little longer than I like but I don't exactly have a lot of pictures lying around, I'm not a Capitolite. No matter the length, the cut is always choppy and straight. Half of this is because I want it to be like that and the other is that the barbers don't have enough time or resources to make me "pretty." Seeing as we don't have the best soaps in District 13 I'm plagued with dandruff, little white flakes that stand out like a search light in my ebony colored hair. Along with having such black hair on my head comes those thick bushy eyebrows that attract all the attention away from the rest of my face and to their own ugliness. It is a shame that my eyebrows are so distracting because my eyes can be pretty. They're brown, and curtained with the thick black hair that grows everywhere else on my body but only comes in useful with my eyelashes.

Going further down my face, which retains a pasty complexion from the lack of sun light, we run into my nose. My nose is pretty well structured (thank god) it doesn't look like "something is growing on my face" big but it isn't "I live in Whoville" small. It lies somewhere on the scale in actual reality... well reality for the lucky.

I'm going to in depth, let's move on. My lips, they're nothing special. Just regular, and honestly I don't usually pay much attention to them. It isn't like I have to worry about how they look because they run the risk of being kissed. I could say that my lips, along with most of my other features, are like the third bowl of porridge for Goldilocks but that stuff was "just right" which means they're right in some way. My features are just there and they're not warped enough to cause an outburst. They let me blend into the crowd, with nothing strange about you, you don't get noticed.

Going onto my body, I'm thin and I'm not just saying that to boost my self esteem or anything. I really am skinny. Work in the District has earned me some lean muscle, but my body doesn't seem to form fat very well. Either my body or the food, cause god knows that doesn't help. Being underfed and worked to the bone does nothing for this problem either, I'm all skin and bones and the baggy District 13 clothes only cover up the problem. I'd like to be fat actually, cause then I could get noticed then I'd be happy and warmer.

Moving on, ears. Geez, what do my ears look like? Normal, you'd probably say seeing as the trend of averageness is growing but you are WRONG. They're tiny! My ears are so small I can't see how I hear in them! Well technically I can only hear out of one, my right ear is deaf- that may be the only thing that sets me apart from other people... that and my eyebrows. Dream girl, I am.

There really isn't much left to say, I have all my toes, I don't have any freaky scars and I might have a a dark little freckle here or there. Plain, bland, vanilla. Yuck.

Welcome to the worst part! You've gotten half way through my calamities and you have no choice but to finish them. Like I said before, I'm writing it myself so if its inaccurate... well you'll just find out won't you?

The most obvious thing about me is that I don't talk. Well, I don't talk a lot if I don't know you. I keep to myself, and like to be approached rather than be the approacher. Initiating conversation is something I am horrid at, but if you come up to me and start talking I won't turn you away.

I like things my way. I don't adjust for anyone. Being raised in District 13 has made me very scheduled oriented. Don't mess up my schedule and we're good. I like structure, planning and organization. I need at least twenty four hour notice of an event or else everything will just go out of whack. Going through the motions everyday I'm easily overlooked by most people. To put it simply, I don't like it. I want people to notice me. I want boys to notice me. I know that sounds pathetic coming from someone as old as me but I wouldn't be saying it if someone looked my way every once and awhile. This isn't my diary so I'll cut that section short.

Personality... um I like math, I hate having long fingernails and I bite them a lot. Geez, what do you want from me?! In school I was the shy smart girl in the corner that no one bothered talking to, okay? WHAT MORE OF ME DO YOU WANT TO RIP OUT?!

- Official District Thirteen Database: Citizen Unit.
Rhoda Smith could not be reached to fill out the remaining space of this section. A District official will finish this part of the form.
--Smith has had a history of abrupt mood changes causing her to fail many physical tests. Many are cautious around her, but the changes are not to frequent.

A bright student, Smith is often seen as concentrated on her work. Although some of her co-workers have reported that Smith can have a vicious temper, and tends to keep grudges. A natural despiser of the Capitol, Smith is a model District Thirteen citizen, a copy of a copy. Someone who fits into a mold perfectly. A worker, a building block in the city of Thirteen. Smith would be offered many positions but her moods have made officials cautious which only anger her more. Smith isn't physically violent, but cuts through people with words and fumes in silence on her own. Smith doesn't speak much, but when she does she doesn't waste a single syllable. She's to the point. Such a same she's been deemed unsafe for active duty.

So I'm back Really, someone told me I can't type up what my own personality is about. HA! and now I have to talk about my history. I've from the Smith family which originated District Ten and ran away to District Thirteen a generation before me. My father, specially, was from the actual Districts, my mother was a native Thirteener, her line going back to when it was actually working for the Capitol. Oh yes, names. Mark and Jenny, boring normal names. Really, I'm surprised I managed to get Rhoda as a name. At least it has a little zest to it. Anyway, Mark taught me all about numbers when school became a bore for me. I heard that District 10 worked with math and numbers before they left- how convenient. My parents aren't the only family I have either, I have one older brother Trek, why he gets the incredibly cool name is beyond me. He does nothing to deserve it. Enough on Trek, this is my file not his.

School. I graduated with colors... they weren't flying because I wasn't exactly picture perfect for physical labor, but still I was pretty good. You know how I said nobody ever talked to me in school? Well is wasn't the whole truth. Little Miss Claustrum Mallor has spoken to me in all the years I've had her in my classes. I have been cursed with her company in every class that I can remember. She's crazy, that Claustrum. Her name isn't even human! She also believes it is her purpose on this world to make my life a living hell. Always challenging me to everything. I can't do a single thing without running into Miss. Mallor. So colorful, it makes me want to puke whenever I see her. Gratefully I'm out of school.

I don't live with my parents anymore either, I got to move as a legal adult in District Thirteen. My own apartment, close to my working area. My work- I do the math. Percentages, estimated population, calculations, rations- basically is it has anything to do with numbers I've probably worked with it. I'm fine with my little life in my little apartment working with my big numbers. I'm okay with my underground existence. However, If I had the chance to be sent to a District above ground and whipped into line by the Capitol, I'd take it in a heartbeat.