Emery Rivard - District 10 ~done

Emery stands at about 5'3", and weighs something around 110 pounds. Overall, her build is quite small. Her legs are long (for her size,) and she has a small torso. Most of Emery's body is quite flat and undeveloped, something a bit odd for a girl of fifteen.

Emery has a thin face that is covered in freckles. These spots spread down to her shoulders. She has light brown hair that is usually kept tied back in a simple braid, but due to her choppy bangs, strands and clumps of hair hang out in different places. Set nicely centered on her face are two hazel eyes, and between them, an awfully tiny nose. Her lips are small, as well.

Emery is quite tan, from working in the sun so often. The palms of her hands and bottoms of her feet are tough and callused. She usually wears a loose shirt, that's obviously far too big for her small body, as well as worn leggings. The bottoms of these leggings are covered by soft leather boots.

Emery is quiet, and tends to keep to herself. However, if someone strikes up a conversation with her, she will talk to them. She has many ideas, many of them strong enough to send her to the Capitol as an avox if they were spoken. She is idealistic and creative, something that she likes to bring out of her mind and into writing. This writing is usually in the form of a poem, or an allegorical story.

Emery has a knack for lying, as well as talking her way out of most situations. She is rather sneaky, but has never attempted a feat that would be too complicated or noticeable. Usually she knows exactly how she's feeling at any time, without having to look for her emotions. She is emotional, but doesn't tend to let people know how she feels towards them or the situation.

Probably the best word to describe Emery is unpredictable. As she doesn't generally open up to anyone, her emotions are rarely seen. She could seem perfectly fine, but be crushed on the inside. Her mind works like a machine, constantly trying to figure things out. Emery is much more intelligent than she lets on.

Growing up in District 10, Emery has been around animals her entire life. She was born to a single mother, and never knew who her father was. Every day, she wonders what man could have given her life. Since her mother was working again as soon as she was able, Emery spent quite a bit of time alone for the first several years of her life. A lot of this time was spent exploring around her home, as well as watching the animals from where she was made to stay.

Just like all the children in the district, as soon as she was old enough, Emery attended school. Her classes were standard for the district, she, of course, didn't get any special attention. Through the years, she was relativity friendless. Acquaintances came and went, and no one really ever got to know Emery.

Around the age of twelve, Emery began writing. She became good at it rather quickly, even though there was little time to practice. Work and school kept her busy most of the time. She was practical about it, and didn't spend many hours procrastinating, as that would only get her punished by the Peacekeepers.

At thirteen, Emery became much more mischievous. She would snatch simple trinkets or bits of food for herself, nothing that anyone would notice unless they really looked. However, that was really her limit. Anything more would be noticed, and she didn't want that.

Emery's short life, like most in District 10, has been, for the most part, uneventful. The only event that particularly interests her is the Reaping Day, though she hopes to never see her name drawn.

I can't think of anything, to be honest. I'm just excited to start roleplaying here!