Shale V. Than District 12

Shale a strange looking pre-teen girl. She is a tall girl for her age, about 5'9", her legs are too long for her body her hips are far too big (according to her) and she has small breasts because of this none of her dresses fit her correctly. She can not move without falling over herself.

Her cool blue eyes are distant, like her mind is always elsewhere, that is if you can see her eyes behind a pair of thick glasses. She has dark brown hair that is very wavy. Her lips are a beautiful shade of pink and direct contrast to her pale skin, making her face almost look like that of a porcelain doll.

All the adults can tell she will grown into a beautiful woman when she gets older but for now she is very strange looking girl.

Shale is a reserved girl not talking much and always out on her own. She is almost always reading a book, climbing a tree, or reading in the treetops (no one can bother her up there). She does not have men friends, seeing as that would require talking to people. But when she does talk to others she is pleasant and well spoken.

Shale is almost never at home, she hates it there, seeing as her family runs a funeral parlor and it is, in her words, "infested with cold dead eyes…" Because of this she sneaks out to the edge of the woods and absorbs the complete wild / living "energy" of the woods. She claims that there is more life out there then in the whole of District 12.

Most days Shale would say she has trouble just getting out of bed, the day has nothing for her. Yes she is well fed and she is never wanting for anything, but the world she lives in seems so bleak people starving on the streets, the dust from the mine, the cold winds. Life is nothing but sorrow here and she hates it, there are some days she would just lake to go into the woods and never come back either run away and live in the wild, or get caught off guard and let the dogs get her. Despite this cold outlook on life she keeps up a happy demeanor no one knows her true feelings.

Shale was born on October 30th and almost did not live past one day. There was something wrong with her, and if not for her mother and fathers wealth to pay door doctors she would not be here today. She grew up under the watchful eye of her mother who was convinced that Shale was still sickly to do normal things and was forced to stay inside. So Shale took up reading to keep herself entertained.

Her Mother and Father are morticians, because of this they all live in the funeral home. So shale grew up around the dead, the smell of formaldehyde, and burning flesh from the crematorium fills the air of her home. She has seen the people of her
District at their most fragile moments longing over the dead. Her family has always been in this business and her father has decided that Shale will continue the trade, teaching her the skills she will need to prepare the dead.

In the winter of her 9th year her mother grew sick and passed away. Shale was almost happy that her mother was gone on one hand she was Shale's mother on the other she had controlled Shale's life dictating what Shale may and may not do. Shale's father was a cold apathetic man who could care less what her daughter did with her time as long as she was there to help with the dead.