Katri Dunbryll, District 12
Mar 27, 2012 22:29:34 GMT -5
Post by ziodyne on Mar 27, 2012 22:29:34 GMT -5
NAME : Katri Dunbryll[/color]
AGE : 15[/color]
GENDER : Female[/color]
DISTRICT : District 12[/color]
APPEARANCE :
When people first see Katri, the word the comes to mind is "pretty". This, however, is followed by the phrase, "but I've seen prettier." Katri isn't someone you'd look twice at if you saw her on the street, but that being said, she isn't someone you wouldn't look at, either. Simply put, Katri's beauty is comparable to a buttercup in a meadow: something you glance at and appreciate for only a few seconds.
Katri is rather small in stature; about five feet two inches, and she weighs ninety-eight pounds. This is understandable, of course, seeing as she hasn't been properly fed her entire life. But being incredibly light has its advantages. During a game of tag or hide-and-seek, Katri is almost impossible to catch or find. Despite not getting all the nutrition she needs at her tender age, Katri is surprisingly healthy. She's fast on her feet and has a good amount of stamina. She has no trouble with housework, and can handle quite a few heavy jobs such as chopping wood (albeit with a small, light axe) and rearranging furniture at night (seeing as she lives in a small house with three siblings, the furniture has to be moved at night to make room for their beddings on the floor).
Everyone tells Katri that she looks like her father. She doesn't really know what to make of this because she's never met her father. He's still alive, of course, and she could probably find him if she tried, but why should she? If he wanted her in the first place, she wouldn't have to find him. No one told her who he was, probably because she never bothered to ask. When Katri looks at herself in the mirror, she tries to find bits and pieces of her father in her face. What exactly makes me look like him? she would ask herslef. She would wonder if it was her carribean blue eyes, or her high, slightly crooked nose, or the smooth planes of her cheeks, or her sharp jawline, or her not-too-thin but not-too-full light pink lips, dry and chapped from lack of water. Or maybe it's her smile, friendly, beautiful, and most of all, rare.
Then again, maybe it was just her hair. Among her black-haired siblings, only she was different. Her wavy, dark brown hair was highlighted with caramel from spending too much time in the sun. It was thick and a souce of perpetual annoyance for her, because it seemed to be forever tangled. Katri would get up in the morning and yank a brush through it, pulling out the clumps until her hairbrush was lined with dark brown strands. She would go out to feed her dog, and by the time she came back in for breakfast, it would be tangled again.
From spending all day out in the sun, Katri has olive skin like most residents of District 12. She has a few freckles on her nose. Because she isn't properly nourished, her skin is dull and dry. Her thick eyelashes protect her eyes from the glare while she does her chores. She would go to the entrance of the mines at noon to bring her brother lunch, and she would immediately get covered with a new layer of soot. Her tiny hands are rough and often dirty, and at the end of the day, she would try to wash the dirt out from under her nails. After rubbing her hands raw, the dirt is still there, and she would take to cutting her nails too short to get rid of it. Ironically, Katri's feet are small, smooth and delicate, mainly because she keeps them safe in a beat-up pair of leather boots all day long.
Being poor, Katri doesn't have many clothes. Sometimes she has to wear the same clothes two or three days in a row, usually when it rains. She can usually be seen wearing an oversized white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up that belonged to her brother, worn denim cut-off shorts and leather boots: her only pair of footwear.
Katri is rather small in stature; about five feet two inches, and she weighs ninety-eight pounds. This is understandable, of course, seeing as she hasn't been properly fed her entire life. But being incredibly light has its advantages. During a game of tag or hide-and-seek, Katri is almost impossible to catch or find. Despite not getting all the nutrition she needs at her tender age, Katri is surprisingly healthy. She's fast on her feet and has a good amount of stamina. She has no trouble with housework, and can handle quite a few heavy jobs such as chopping wood (albeit with a small, light axe) and rearranging furniture at night (seeing as she lives in a small house with three siblings, the furniture has to be moved at night to make room for their beddings on the floor).
Everyone tells Katri that she looks like her father. She doesn't really know what to make of this because she's never met her father. He's still alive, of course, and she could probably find him if she tried, but why should she? If he wanted her in the first place, she wouldn't have to find him. No one told her who he was, probably because she never bothered to ask. When Katri looks at herself in the mirror, she tries to find bits and pieces of her father in her face. What exactly makes me look like him? she would ask herslef. She would wonder if it was her carribean blue eyes, or her high, slightly crooked nose, or the smooth planes of her cheeks, or her sharp jawline, or her not-too-thin but not-too-full light pink lips, dry and chapped from lack of water. Or maybe it's her smile, friendly, beautiful, and most of all, rare.
Then again, maybe it was just her hair. Among her black-haired siblings, only she was different. Her wavy, dark brown hair was highlighted with caramel from spending too much time in the sun. It was thick and a souce of perpetual annoyance for her, because it seemed to be forever tangled. Katri would get up in the morning and yank a brush through it, pulling out the clumps until her hairbrush was lined with dark brown strands. She would go out to feed her dog, and by the time she came back in for breakfast, it would be tangled again.
From spending all day out in the sun, Katri has olive skin like most residents of District 12. She has a few freckles on her nose. Because she isn't properly nourished, her skin is dull and dry. Her thick eyelashes protect her eyes from the glare while she does her chores. She would go to the entrance of the mines at noon to bring her brother lunch, and she would immediately get covered with a new layer of soot. Her tiny hands are rough and often dirty, and at the end of the day, she would try to wash the dirt out from under her nails. After rubbing her hands raw, the dirt is still there, and she would take to cutting her nails too short to get rid of it. Ironically, Katri's feet are small, smooth and delicate, mainly because she keeps them safe in a beat-up pair of leather boots all day long.
Being poor, Katri doesn't have many clothes. Sometimes she has to wear the same clothes two or three days in a row, usually when it rains. She can usually be seen wearing an oversized white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up that belonged to her brother, worn denim cut-off shorts and leather boots: her only pair of footwear.
PERSONALITY :
The word best suited to describe Katri's personality is pleasant. Perhaps TOO pleasant. She's unbearably quiet. It's a souce of discomfort for people around her, as her silence leads them to believe that they have offended her in some way. Truth be told, Katri's silence is the result of her intelligence. She's extremely observant and reflective, leading her to come into insights about things the other people render useless. She always looks for the meaning behind everything that happens, no matter how small or insignificant.
However, if anyone can get her to talk, it's her older brother. Katri and Aiden have always had an unexplainable connection. No one seems to understand their bond. Though Aiden can get Katri to talk if he wants to, he doesn't. The two prefer to sit in silence together, and they appear to understand each other without words. Katri loves all of ber siblings, but Aiden is her favorite for the simple fact that he understands her. He understands the feeling of emptiness ind loneliness in her heart, because he, himself, feels the same thing. As such, Katri is very dependent on Aiden, not for the same reason the rest of the family has (they are dependent on Aiden as the breadwinner of the family), but because she needs him for consolation and comfort. Katri doesn't have a real father, and her mother doesn't care for her at all. For Katri, Aiden is the only family she really has.
Katri isn't used to kindness as a result of her mother being uncaring and her stepfather being hostile to her. When someone is nice to her, she has a tendency to trust them much too fast, believing that the said person is good and can do no harm. People see this as a way to take advantage of her. With her nature of being a pushover, Katri has no knowledge on how to stand up for herself. She is slow to anger and because of these traits, she is seen as dense and sometimes stupid.
When she does get angry, though, only one thing runs through her mind is revenge. This is when her wit really kicks in. She plans her strike step by step, pondering for hours on end about how to hurt her enemy as painfully and slowly as possible. When the moment is right, when the enemy is at his weakest, she unleashes her fury and when it's done, she vows never to trust anyone again. Of course, this is always canceled out by the next person who is nice to her.
Being the second eldest in her family, Katri is very responsible and reliable. Since Aiden is out at the mine all day, she is left to get things done around the house while her stepfather drinks and her mother goes out to see her friends. She makes sure that her two little sisters are doing their homework and tending to their small, almost-unfertile vegatable garden, and she takes care of the laundry, cleaning the house, chopping wood and occasionally, maybe twice or thrice a year when food is scarce and the family is on the brink of starvation, she hangs around by the fence, waiting for small animals to come close by. She would wait there in the tall grass, and when a curious squirrel or other comes to inspect the fence, she reaches out, grabs it, and breaks its neck.
While Katri is brave, she can never seem to summon enough courage to go past the fence to hunt. Aiden tells her it's okay, she does enough for the family already, but she can't seem to stop herself from feeling that heart-wrenching guilt every time she sees her stepfather getting himself another helping at dinner, while the rest of them have to make do with the leftovers.
Katri is actually decent with a bow and arrow, though she feels that if she were given a real one, she would fail miserably at it. She managed to fashion herself one, and even though it was crudely made, it was sturdy. She managed to shoot herself a bird once, as it flew over the fence, but as she carried it home, a Peacekeeper stopped her and asked her where she got it. Katri has always been good at lying, and she said she found it under a tree and mentioned that she saw some children playing with it earlier and that she thought she could rescue it. Though she got off without any trouble, she never shot anything again and made herself content with shooting makeshift targets in secret.
Katri is secretive and prefers not to let anyone know her true strength. She's a good listener and gives good advice. Katri never complains about her problems and whenever she finds herself complaining in her head, she immediately thinks that she's selfish and that so many other people in their district have bigger problems than her and she should consider herself lucky. Hate is scarce in her heart, but if there is any, it is directed at the Capitol. She considers it unfair of them to live in such luxury while some of the districts are living in poverty. She believes that the Hunger Games are more of a form of entertainment for the capitol than a reminder to the districts of District 13's rebellion.
[/color][/size]However, if anyone can get her to talk, it's her older brother. Katri and Aiden have always had an unexplainable connection. No one seems to understand their bond. Though Aiden can get Katri to talk if he wants to, he doesn't. The two prefer to sit in silence together, and they appear to understand each other without words. Katri loves all of ber siblings, but Aiden is her favorite for the simple fact that he understands her. He understands the feeling of emptiness ind loneliness in her heart, because he, himself, feels the same thing. As such, Katri is very dependent on Aiden, not for the same reason the rest of the family has (they are dependent on Aiden as the breadwinner of the family), but because she needs him for consolation and comfort. Katri doesn't have a real father, and her mother doesn't care for her at all. For Katri, Aiden is the only family she really has.
Katri isn't used to kindness as a result of her mother being uncaring and her stepfather being hostile to her. When someone is nice to her, she has a tendency to trust them much too fast, believing that the said person is good and can do no harm. People see this as a way to take advantage of her. With her nature of being a pushover, Katri has no knowledge on how to stand up for herself. She is slow to anger and because of these traits, she is seen as dense and sometimes stupid.
When she does get angry, though, only one thing runs through her mind is revenge. This is when her wit really kicks in. She plans her strike step by step, pondering for hours on end about how to hurt her enemy as painfully and slowly as possible. When the moment is right, when the enemy is at his weakest, she unleashes her fury and when it's done, she vows never to trust anyone again. Of course, this is always canceled out by the next person who is nice to her.
Being the second eldest in her family, Katri is very responsible and reliable. Since Aiden is out at the mine all day, she is left to get things done around the house while her stepfather drinks and her mother goes out to see her friends. She makes sure that her two little sisters are doing their homework and tending to their small, almost-unfertile vegatable garden, and she takes care of the laundry, cleaning the house, chopping wood and occasionally, maybe twice or thrice a year when food is scarce and the family is on the brink of starvation, she hangs around by the fence, waiting for small animals to come close by. She would wait there in the tall grass, and when a curious squirrel or other comes to inspect the fence, she reaches out, grabs it, and breaks its neck.
While Katri is brave, she can never seem to summon enough courage to go past the fence to hunt. Aiden tells her it's okay, she does enough for the family already, but she can't seem to stop herself from feeling that heart-wrenching guilt every time she sees her stepfather getting himself another helping at dinner, while the rest of them have to make do with the leftovers.
Katri is actually decent with a bow and arrow, though she feels that if she were given a real one, she would fail miserably at it. She managed to fashion herself one, and even though it was crudely made, it was sturdy. She managed to shoot herself a bird once, as it flew over the fence, but as she carried it home, a Peacekeeper stopped her and asked her where she got it. Katri has always been good at lying, and she said she found it under a tree and mentioned that she saw some children playing with it earlier and that she thought she could rescue it. Though she got off without any trouble, she never shot anything again and made herself content with shooting makeshift targets in secret.
Katri is secretive and prefers not to let anyone know her true strength. She's a good listener and gives good advice. Katri never complains about her problems and whenever she finds herself complaining in her head, she immediately thinks that she's selfish and that so many other people in their district have bigger problems than her and she should consider herself lucky. Hate is scarce in her heart, but if there is any, it is directed at the Capitol. She considers it unfair of them to live in such luxury while some of the districts are living in poverty. She believes that the Hunger Games are more of a form of entertainment for the capitol than a reminder to the districts of District 13's rebellion.
HISTORY :
Katri was born on the floor of the same house she lives in. Her mother hated her the moment she opened her carribean blue eyes, as they reminded her of Katri's father.
Katri's mother was not married to any of her blokes. Her first boyfriend is the father of Katri's older brother, Aiden. After they broke it off, she got drunk and had a one-night-stand with Katri's father, resulting in her conception. Katri's stepfather is the father of both her younger siblings, Ottilie and Pleione.
During Katri's toddler years, she was often left alone to roam around the house or on the street outside. Her mother was never home and her stepfather worked at the mine all day and drank all night. She would spend all of her time with Aiden, the only person who took care of her. When Katri was five and Aiden was nine, they started visiting the fence a lot. They would look at the birds together and lie down in the tall grass, watching the clouds. One day, they fell asleep and woke up to find that it was already ten in the evening. Upon returning home, they found that their mother was asleep without any regard for their absence. Their stepfather, however, was drunk and wide awake. He had been looking for them because he had some errands for them to do.
That was when the beatings began.
Since then, whenever either of the two misbehaved or performed a chore that was not to the stepfather's satisfaction, they were beat until they could no longer stand up. As a result, both Aiden and Katri have scars on their backs or on their limbs. The stepfather beat them in places where the wounds and bruises would be easy to hide.
When Katri turned eleven, things took a turn for the worst. The mine seemed to have run out of coal. While the miners were busy digging a new tunnel for them to work in, the families in District 12 were close to starvation. That's when Katri made her bow.
It toom her several tries. The arrows were easy, but the bow always came out too small or too big or too weak, or the drawstring would break on the first try. She didn't give up. Katri tried and tried again until finally, a year later, she made it.
Katri practiced in secret. While she still could not shoot, she managed to keep her family alive by grabbing and killing squirrels and other small animals that wandered near the fence. She spent all of her free time there.
She was twelve by then, and ready for the Reaping. The Hunger Games and the Capitol in general were sore subjects with Katri. She wanted nothing to do with either of them. But her mother and her stepfather, they loved reaping day for one reason and one reason only: tesserae. It used to be just Aiden who could apply for tesserae, but whoop-dee-doo, now we have another kid who can qualify. Over the years, both Aiden and Katri had their names entered multiple times. It gave Katri so much fear and paranoia that it almost drove her crazy. If there was one thing she feared more than sneaking through the fence and having her tongue cut off, it was the Hunger Games. How could someone not be scared? Once you get picked, death is inevitable. If you're from District 12, anyway.
When she was thirteen, Katri shot her first bird. She rushed to it and pulled out the arrow. She didn't hit it in a fatal spot, so the bird was still giving ragged, short breaths. She broke its neck to end its misery, stuffed it in a worn leather pouch, hid her bow and arrow and carried the bird home.
She must have looked terribly suspicious carrying that pouch because a peacekeeper stopped her.
"What's that you got there, little girl?"
"Um. . . a-a bird."
"A bird! I don't suppose you're going to keep it as a pet, now will you?"
"No," she said defiantly. "It's. . . it died."
"How, pray tell?"
Katri racked her brain for an excuse."I saw some kids playing with it earlier. The broke its wings and were tossing it around like a ball. When they left, I rushed over to see if I could save it, but it was dead."
"Well now, what does a little girl like you want with a dead bird?"
"It. . . it died a terrible death, so I'm going to bury it."
The peacekeeper thought for a moment. "You do that, little girl. Run along now."
Katri never hunted again. The bow and arrows are still there where she left them.
Who am I trying to kid? I'll never be more than what I am now. No more trying to be what I'm not.
Years later, she was the only child in the family who could qualify for the reaping. Aiden started working in the mines, and her stepfather quit and started drinking all day. Katri never felt more alone her entire life.
Katri's mother was not married to any of her blokes. Her first boyfriend is the father of Katri's older brother, Aiden. After they broke it off, she got drunk and had a one-night-stand with Katri's father, resulting in her conception. Katri's stepfather is the father of both her younger siblings, Ottilie and Pleione.
During Katri's toddler years, she was often left alone to roam around the house or on the street outside. Her mother was never home and her stepfather worked at the mine all day and drank all night. She would spend all of her time with Aiden, the only person who took care of her. When Katri was five and Aiden was nine, they started visiting the fence a lot. They would look at the birds together and lie down in the tall grass, watching the clouds. One day, they fell asleep and woke up to find that it was already ten in the evening. Upon returning home, they found that their mother was asleep without any regard for their absence. Their stepfather, however, was drunk and wide awake. He had been looking for them because he had some errands for them to do.
That was when the beatings began.
Since then, whenever either of the two misbehaved or performed a chore that was not to the stepfather's satisfaction, they were beat until they could no longer stand up. As a result, both Aiden and Katri have scars on their backs or on their limbs. The stepfather beat them in places where the wounds and bruises would be easy to hide.
When Katri turned eleven, things took a turn for the worst. The mine seemed to have run out of coal. While the miners were busy digging a new tunnel for them to work in, the families in District 12 were close to starvation. That's when Katri made her bow.
It toom her several tries. The arrows were easy, but the bow always came out too small or too big or too weak, or the drawstring would break on the first try. She didn't give up. Katri tried and tried again until finally, a year later, she made it.
Katri practiced in secret. While she still could not shoot, she managed to keep her family alive by grabbing and killing squirrels and other small animals that wandered near the fence. She spent all of her free time there.
She was twelve by then, and ready for the Reaping. The Hunger Games and the Capitol in general were sore subjects with Katri. She wanted nothing to do with either of them. But her mother and her stepfather, they loved reaping day for one reason and one reason only: tesserae. It used to be just Aiden who could apply for tesserae, but whoop-dee-doo, now we have another kid who can qualify. Over the years, both Aiden and Katri had their names entered multiple times. It gave Katri so much fear and paranoia that it almost drove her crazy. If there was one thing she feared more than sneaking through the fence and having her tongue cut off, it was the Hunger Games. How could someone not be scared? Once you get picked, death is inevitable. If you're from District 12, anyway.
When she was thirteen, Katri shot her first bird. She rushed to it and pulled out the arrow. She didn't hit it in a fatal spot, so the bird was still giving ragged, short breaths. She broke its neck to end its misery, stuffed it in a worn leather pouch, hid her bow and arrow and carried the bird home.
She must have looked terribly suspicious carrying that pouch because a peacekeeper stopped her.
"What's that you got there, little girl?"
"Um. . . a-a bird."
"A bird! I don't suppose you're going to keep it as a pet, now will you?"
"No," she said defiantly. "It's. . . it died."
"How, pray tell?"
Katri racked her brain for an excuse."I saw some kids playing with it earlier. The broke its wings and were tossing it around like a ball. When they left, I rushed over to see if I could save it, but it was dead."
"Well now, what does a little girl like you want with a dead bird?"
"It. . . it died a terrible death, so I'm going to bury it."
The peacekeeper thought for a moment. "You do that, little girl. Run along now."
Katri never hunted again. The bow and arrows are still there where she left them.
Who am I trying to kid? I'll never be more than what I am now. No more trying to be what I'm not.
Years later, she was the only child in the family who could qualify for the reaping. Aiden started working in the mines, and her stepfather quit and started drinking all day. Katri never felt more alone her entire life.
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Comments:
I know residents of District 12 aren't allowed to hunt, so Katri stopped after that one bird :3 And she has never been over the fence ^^
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