Kiar Fero District 12

Kiar Fero

We're only young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

Quiet, but fierce if she wanted to be, this fifteen year old did her best to blend in, and survive within, District twelve.

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

I CAN'T COMPETE WITH THE SHE-WOLF,

As many of the people of the Seam looked, so did Kiar. The same gray eyes, black hair and tanned skin. However, there was a hint of blue within her eyes. Many called them wolf-gray, though she preferred to call them gray-blue. Of medium build, she weighed about 130 pounds and was close to 5'7". Her black hair was slightly shorter than shoulder length and usually up in a pony tail. Bangs fall to one side of her face, ending near the top of her cheekbone.

She is stronger than many people think, often helping her dad with chores, heavy lifting, repairs. Normally, her attire consists of a well-worn short sleeved shirt, faded pants or shorts and long broken in leather hunting boots. Only during reaping day will she be seen in a dress, and only by her parents prompting. Many of her clothes have been re-stitched, or are in need of being restitched, as they are old and she and her family only have enough money to afford food, along with other essentials.

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

WHO HAS BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES

Seemingly quiet, Kiar has loud thoughts below her calm exterior. Sharp wits, and a sharper tongue are camouflaged behind civil politeness. While usually able to control her temper, she has occasionally been overruled by a lightning-like anger. Despite all this, she still manages to get along with most people, for the majority of the time. Sometimes she can get a sense for people, though often this is through observation and assumption, two things she has become adept at.

A deep thinker, and analyzer, she often would rather watch than take part. Depending on the circumstance, she may give her two cents worth, or she may just keep it to herself. A good strategical planner, and quick thinker she would be able to avoid the other tributes, and perhaps survive the games that way.

Sometimes, when deep in thought, she will lose sense of the world and 'zone' out, her thoughts elsewhere. People have described this look as if she was sleeping with her eyes open. In spite of this, she is always aware of what goes on around her. However, she is not as outgoing towards people she does not know as many may think. In truth, she can be quite shy, though she will stand her ground and has no problem with speaking to those people she knows. With any of her friends, she is very open and will show them her true personality, beyond that she keeps herself to herself.

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

WHAT DO YOU SEE IN THOSE YELLOW EYES?

Born into the Seam, Kiar has grown up with too little money from the very beginning. The house she, her mother and her father live in is little more than a refurnished shack. Unlike some children, she is fortunate enough to have both parents. She is also an only child, an accident her parents said. They hadn't planned on having her, but they weren't deliberately trying to not have a kid. They didn't want another child so they wouldn't have to worry about the Hunger Games. Kiar hated the Games, the threat that they caused to loom over her, but she knew that her parents mattered more than a small extra risk. She continually opts for tesserae, always increasing the number of entries into the reaping, adding more pieces of paper to be plucked from the ball to sweep her away from family and friends and throw her is the biggest hell-hole Panem had seen since the Dark Days.

Growing up, she had been the one kid at the corner of the class, just watching, observing, taking mental notes. It was only when, one lunch, she had to sit at a table with older kids, did she interact more than saying a quick hello. One of the boys at the table, he introduced himself as Iro, seemed to take a liking to her. It took some convincing, but not long after they were friends. Now, almost three years later, they are nearly inseparable.

Since she was little, her dad had always introduced her to tools, be it for writing, carving, whittling, cutting or fixing, if he could find it he could use it. He gave her the opportunity to be like him in that way too. Because of this, she can make use of the tools her dad had found, made and traded for.

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks

OTHER

FC: Lilah Parsons

Lyrics: Young Blood by Birdy

Words
23 - Introduction
174 - Appearance
240 - Personality
302 - History
739 - Total

As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late

odair

Can you whisper
Can you whisper