Jessyca Wichen - District 13

Jace, as she likes to be called, has a mass of thick, coal black hair on top of her head. She makes sure that it never looks greasy, but sometimes it can look a bit dirty because she doesn't have all the time in the world to care for it. It stops right above her breasts and falls down in heavy waves, hiding her tiny ears. Generally, no one really notices that her hair curls anyway because she rarely ever has it down. Jace normally keeps it pulled back in a loose bun, her bangs tend to fall out and hang around her face.

Her face looks a bit rough and is sharply angled. The shades of her eyebrows are one tone darker than that of her hair. They have a sharp angle that seems to give the impression that she is always angry, and they sit below a small forehead. Jace's almond-shaped eyes are a light grey. She's often told that her eyes look as if they are made of smoke. The bags under her eyes make her always look tired and stressed out. She has tried to get rid of them for years, but there's no changing them. Her nose is long and slender and she scrunches it up when she's thinking hard about something. Unlike most people, her lips are a darker tone and her teeth are perfectly straight. Her fair skin contrasts against her hair. Unfortunately, this makes the bags under her eyes even more visible. And when she gets angry, her face flushes redder than most. Fortunately, she has outgrown those awkward teenage years and her face is now clear of blemishes.

She doesn't mind much that her neck is long and lean because she thinks it helps her look more intimidating and above everyone else. Her collar bones are very defined. Sometimes Jace touches her neck or collar bones subconsciously when she is worried or nervous. It helps her remember to breathe and take control of the situation.

Unlike the rest of her body, her arms are a bit tan since they are exposed so often to the sun. The hair on her arms is lighter than the hair on her head. If you look at Jace's bony wrists, you can find trace of small scars going up and down them. When she was younger she used to cut them and watch them bleed while she cried and cried. Have fun trying to find them though; Jace always where's fingerless gloves that extend enough to cover the cuts. She has a few scars up and down her arms, but who doesn't? Her arms are muscular from the years of having to swing an ax and have the occasional freckle sprinkled on them. Jace doesn't like looking at her hands, they aren't feminine and elegant looking. They always seem to have new wounds and her medium-length nails always have dirt underneath of them.

Jace doesn't exactly have a small frame. She stands at 5'9 and 1/2 and weighs approximately 127 pounds. Her weight is below average because she doesn't eat much, or at all sometimes. Her breasts aren't anything special, they are average sized and she prays that they don't get any bigger because they are enough to handle already. Her rib cab protrudes a little, but it's nothing too bad and certainly nothing for her to worry about. Jace has a pretty toned stomach; its flat and her navel forms inward. There is, however, a long scar across her stomach that never completely healed. Sometimes when she looks at it, she expects it to still hurt. She doesn't look at it often though because it brings back a flood of memories from the past that she hopes to forget.

Hip bones poke out from beneath her tiny waist and long legs protrude from the small bump on her body where there should be a butt. Most of Jace's muscle is in her legs. Her thighs are bigger than most people expect and they are incredibly strong, but they don't touch when she stands. And her calves, though tiny, are formed and toned. Her right leg has a few 3rd degree burns running up the sides from an accident with fire. Hair on her legs is usually thin or nonexistent as she takes to shaving it when she has time. The most scarred up place on her legs is her knees. Jace has a problem with balance and is a bit of a klutz. Far too often she finds herself tripping over something and scarring her knees and palms as she catches herself.

Despite her height, she has small feet. Maybe the reason she is such a klutz is that her feet are so unproportionate to her body. They are a size 7 and she hates them. The bottoms of her feet always seem to be dirty even though she doesn't run around barefoot. And her toenails are usually dirty and sometimes unkempt. Her feet have high arches and long toes.

It is rare to see Jace in more than one outfit. Some people have even asked her if she only owns one outfit. The answer to that question is no. She just owns a few of the same outfit... Her arms are tanner than the rest of her body because she normally wears a tank top (usually teal). Her legs are fully covered by black or beige cargo pants. The pants cover them up often, but Jace prefers to wear flat, black boots that lace to just below the knee. She has black fingerless gloves and sometimes a black hoodie. Dressing nice isn’t her first concern. Actually, it isn't a concern at all. There is no one for her to impress.

Jace is not a lazy person in the slightest. If there is one thing she hates, it's sitting around doing nothing. She always has to be doing something or have something to occupy her mind. In the left pocket of her cargo pants she has a pocket knife and a very tiny piece of wood. Sometimes she takes them out and carves things into the wood when she has nothing else to do. At the very least her hands always need to be occupied. Carving the wood gives her something to concentrate on and puts her mind at peace.

Even though she is always doing something, that something is usually not cleaning. She is a bit of a slob and not very good at covering her trail since she always seems to leave things behind. The room she stays in is very untidy. Her bed is never made, she pulls things out and never puts them back, dirty clothes are scattered around and there are some remains of previous foods she has eaten.

Loneliness is a feeling she has ground accostum to. She has always been an outcast, mostly by choice, because she never felt right around anyone again after the incident that happened when she was fourteen. It's not that she doesn't talk to people or anything, just that she doesn't get close to anyone and sometimes it's hard being alone in that sense. She became only too careful of everyone around her and started to distance her self out. There was no one she could trust. No one that she could let herself trust. They were all enemies in her eyes. But she always feels lonely because it's not that she doesn't want to trust people, just that she can't. Jace used to have friends and people she could count on but now there is no one. It's something she misses, counting on people that is.

Perhaps another reason she secluded herself was also her attitude and her humour. Jace doesn't laugh much, but sometimes she chuckles... at her own jokes. She tries her hardest to keep an 'I'm the best' mind set to help her through her days. Sarcasm is always her first defense and her her last. Words sometimes hurt just as much as physical attacks, at least she thinks so. On top of her sarcastic nature is her desire to be the best, not just have that mindset. She strives to outdo everyone and extremely competitive. Whether it's who can tie their shoe the fastest or who can throw a weapon more accurately. Jace always makes sure that she gives off an aura of confidence, even if she isn't feeling confident. It intimidates other people and makes it easier to boss them around. She has a desire to lead and always be in charge no matter the situation.

Sometimes she is a little harsh. She says what she wants and does what she wants. Jace just gives off this 'fuck it' attitude. You won't find her being too sweet to you often, though it isn't unheard of per say. She is honest and blunt. It hurt your feelings? So sad. Her opinion is often inserted into conversation when it isn't needed. It's not that Jace is trying to be mean or rude, just that she is trying to be upfront. And if you don't like it, well then I guess that just sucks for you.

Don't get Jace mad at you. She's not a very easy person to get mad because she has an ability to stay clam during situations. But when she's mad, she's mad. Jace gets jealous very easily. That is probably the only thing that will make her mad fast. If you're on her bad side, it's really surprising how crafty and clever she can be at times. Often she doesn't quite seem like someone who is super intelligent, but she can when she really wants to be.

She is a bit showoffish just to prove to people how much better she is than them. Jace is the best and no one is going to prove her otherwise. Anyone who does is going to pay for it. Because she's a bit on the showy side, she is pretty daring and fearless. Though careful about protecting her thoughts and feelings, she's very careless when protecting her pride.

Jace is not an affectionate person in the least. Things have happened in her past that have made her almost completely hate physical contact in any way. Sometimes she worries that she might never be able to be in a relationship because of it. That maybe no one will ever want her. For now though she is preoccupied with being better than anyone else in District Thirteen and moving up in ranks. She wants nothing more than to repay the capitol (more so one man, but that's like the entire capitol, right?) back for all the pain they cause and all the people they kill on a daily basis.

The tiny little brunette was born to Jenna Wichen and Dranor Smith on March fourth in District Seven. The two weren't married when the little girl was born, so they tried to keep it under wraps. Jenna was only seventeen. Dranor was twenty-six and the Mayor's (Mayor at the time at least) son. They had always kept their dating a secret and because of this, when Jessyca Wichen born she took her mother's last name. Jenna kept the baby against her mother's will and moved out.

Jace went by Jessy when she was younger, as it was what her mother always called her. The girl didn't grow up very lavishly. Since her mother moved out and was only seventeen and raising a child, she couldn't get a job. Jenna and Jessy survived only by living off of the supplies that Dranor snuck them once a week. Though they didn't have much to live off of and Jessy was always hungry, she loved her parents very much. And they loved her.

When she was eight, her father stopped visiting. For weeks Jenna would lock herself up in her room and sob. Sometimes she wouldn't even glance at Jessy. The little girl had to learn how to survive on her own for a little and keep her mother alive as well. Though the woman already seemed dead to Jessy. Jenna finally came around a little bit later, but she never talked about what happened to Dranor. Anytime Jessy brought it up her mother would scream. To this day she still has no idea what happened to her father.

A year later, two months after her ninth birthday, her mother killed herself. Jessy came home to find her mother lying in bed on top of blood soaked sheets. The little girl didn't cry. She just felt numb as she crawled into bed next to her mother. Jenna's body felt cold, but she laid her head on the woman's shoulder anyway, ignoring the fact that she was staining her clothes. She cried herself to sleep. After her mother's death was reported, Jessy was sent to the community home.

There was never enough to eat there. Never anything to do. In order to keep themselves entertained, the kids would have contests and races. Anything that let them forget about everything that was wrong in their lives and the hunger in their stomachs. Maybe it was here that Jessy developed her competitive nature and 'I am better than you' attitude. The kids at the community home stuck together because they had no one else.

She was eleven when she realized she didn't have crushes on the same boys her classmates did. Instead, she had a crush on her best friend Cameron. Cammi didn't go to the community home. Her father owned the butcher's shop and she could afford to eat well. Sometimes she would bring Jessy something to eat. During the afternoons they would just sit in trees and talk to each other. Sometimes they would find rusty axes and throw them at trees, trying to outdo one another. Cammi had lost her mother too.

One day Jessy kissed Cammi. It had happened all too fast. Cammi was gushing about this boy Cedric that she had a crush on who was a grade higher than they were. Without any warning at all, Jessy made her move. "I like someone too." She had leaned in and kissed Cammi full on the lips. Her friend had been so shocked that she had run away. They didn't talk for at least a week. And when they did, they never spoke of what happened but there was always this awkward tension between them from then on.

A year later they were both entered into the reaping balls as they turned twelve. Cammi was chosen for the games. She never came back. Jessy didn't cry, nor was she heartbroken. This was just life. People went in and they never came back. Mothers killed themselves and friends were killed. Jessy cried one day when she was up in the tree they used to sit at and she realized no one would ever sit up there next to her again.

She had made another friend within a few months. His name was Wyatt. It was safe to be friends with him because there was no way she could have like him. Though he may or may not have liked her. When she was fourteen, she was raped. Jessy had been sitting in Cammi's tree thinking until late hours of the night. She finally had come down from the tree at about two in the morning and was on her way to sneak back into the community home. A man caught her by her arm and smiled. She could smell alcohol on his breathe. To this say she remembers exactly what he said and can replay the memory in her head. The way he forced himself on her. The way she cried.

Wyatt didn't believe her she told him. But three months later when her stomach became large when she was eating nothing, he changed his mind. Jessy didn't know what to do with herself. How the hell could she have been pregnant? Her mother had never been around to explain to her how someone became pregnant. The community kids mentioned things here and there but never details. The man had screwed her and also screwed her up.

The nine months that followed the incident with the man seemed like torture to the fourteen year old. She still didn't know what she was going to do with the baby once she had it. Wyatt came to her one night saying he had a solution. Jessy snuck out with him the next night because he said that he knew a man who could help. This man's name was Trzejak. He looked suspicious, but every man looked suspicious to Jessy. The man had assistants with him and he got right down to explaining the procedure.

She agreed because Wyatt had said everything was going to be fine. Trzejak gave her some kind of shot that he said he wasn't supposed to own but that was supposed to numb whatever pain she'd be feeling. He had said nothing about earlier. After what seemed like hours, and more pain than she remembered him telling her she'd feel, he finished. In his arms was a little baby boy. Her stomach felt horrible and the pain was so bad that she thought she was going to lose consciousness, but she had to hold. It seemed she had only been able to spend a few minutes holding her son when he was suddenly yanked away by the man. Trzejak told Wyatt 'a deal is deal' and then he vanished carrying Jessy's son away. Jessy screamed and screamed, Wyatt held her down until she lost consciousness from the pain.

That was when Jessy ran away from District Seven and decided to be called Jace instead. Jace was simple. It was intimidating. It was a boy's name. Her stomach now had a large scar where the c-section had taken place and been improperly resewn. It was a constant reminder to the terrible ordeal she had gone through. Fifteen and she already felt decades old. The nameless child she'd given birth to constantly filled her mind. And at first she would cry a lot. The baby had been that light at the end of the dark tunnel until Wyatt and Trzejak had shut it off.

Jace stumbled upon District Thirteen by accident a year later. She had no idea she'd wandered so far away. The people there took her in and she immediately started training. It seemed that they been here all along trying to start rebellions and destroy the capitol. She wanted in. Jace wanted to be a part of bringing down the capitol. They were the reason everyone in the world was suffering. They were responsible for the way she was and what she had been put through. She's not going to settle for anything less than blood of the capitol people on here hands.

At twenty, not much has changed about her goals. She still trains every day, though she has become dangerous with more throwing weapons than just an ax.

Face claim is Katie McGrath.
Roleplaying color is 006D8D.