Char Shaft [D12]

What do I look like? What do you mean, can't you see for yourself? ...Oh, It's for some kind of article? Okay then, I guess I can describe myself then.' Can't you make a photo or something though? 'So, Let's just start with the basics then, shall we? As you can see - wait, you can't see it, I forgot.' *Ahem* 'As you can not see, I have long, deep brown hair with an underlying black tint - which may or may not be caused by the eternal coal dust that gets into everything over here - , reaching down to just below my shoulders at the back of my head. Obviously it's not that long at the front, otherwise it would be a bit hard to see. As far as the sides go: It's a bit shorter there, but not but much. For the most part, I just comb it backwards so that it falls behind my ears. Personally I don't think it's that special, but a lot of people seem to really like it. Of course, long hair takes daily care to make sure it doesn't transform into an indefinable mess, but that's something you learn to live with. ...Am I boring you? Sorry, I tend to fall into rants for some reason. Anyway, back on topic. Hmm, what can I describe next to give you a clearer picture of myself? ...Speaking of pictures, why aren't you making one? Wouldn't that be a whole lot simpler? ...Never mind. Anyway, back on topic, for real this time.
I have dark brown eyes, a few tones lighter than my hair. They're nothing special, really. After all, they're just eyes; It's not like the Capitol where you can do just about anything with your body; In here, you're lucky if you don't have to go to bed with an empty stomach. ...I'm getting off-topic again, aren't I? I'm sorry... As far as the rest of my face goes; I have a bit of a pointy nose. It's not extremely noticeable, but it does show when you line me up with several other people. Of course, I don't know who would focus that much on noses of all things, but whatever. My ears... Well, I really don't know what to tell you about them. As far as I know, there's absolutely nothing special with them; they're not flappy, not incredibly large or small, aren't pointy or anything. They're just... there.
Anyway, maybe I should describe my body size next? Well, I'm about 5 feet high - probably a bit less, actually. I know, it's a bit small for a girl my age, right? Well, I blame it on a life long period of malnutrition.' Which also caused me to be have a chest as flat as an ironing board, but that's not something I'm going to share with the entire world. 'As far as skin tone goes; I have a dark tan, though this is at least in part due to sun exposure; it tends to become a bit lighter in the winter. Even then it still shows a bit though, albeit not as much as in the summer.'(*1)
'...What, weight? Did you just ask a girl how much she weighs? Why do you even need to know that anyway? Fine, I'll say it: It's 95 pound. Now can we move on to something that's not as private?'

'My personality? Like, what do I like and such? Okay, I can talk about that. Heh, as you've probably noticed by now, I talk a LOT. In fact, people sometimes wonder where I even get the energy for all those rants even though just about everyone in District 12 is suffering from malnutrition, to the point where they're practically ready to shout "shut up already!" in my face. Ah well, everyone has their faults, right? Of course, some faults are worse than others; to be honest, I don't think my faults are all that bad in comparison to, say, someone who kicks on murdering people.' Or kicks on kidnapping children and making them kill each other, for that matter.
'Maybe it's bad to say something like that about myself though... Ah well, whatever. Moving on now! So yeah, as a result of being very talkative, I'm pretty sociable and can easily make friends - as long as there's any willingness coming from the other side, that is. That, and some people are actually driven away by my motormouth, but generally I don't have problems making friends.
Hmm, some other hobbies... Well, in terms of physical activities I don't do a whole lot. As you know, we barely have enough food to be able to survive; as such, any physical exercise that's not absolutely needed would be a waste of energy. I do, however, like to make stories; whether they're written, spoken or simply thought up doesn't matter all that much. It's mostly just a mental exercise of sorts. Of course, it's unlikely that it'll ever be of real use here in District 12, but at least it gives me something to do.'

'My... background? Uhm, sure, I can talk about that, but I'm pretty sure that it'll be boring. You see, I'm not really special in any way, or at least I don't think I am. Let's see... I was born in a pretty normal family, as far as I can tell. I'll go into more detail about them later; I don't want to lose this train of thought. You see, I can stay on topic if I focus a bit; it's just that my mind is too chao-... Oh. Yeah. Anyway... .' *ahem* 'Great, now I did lose my train of thought. Where was I again? Oh yeah, my childhood. Well, to be honest, it's nothing to write home about. Like any other person I went to school, did some chores at home, made some friends - the usual, really. I know it doesn't make for an interesting article, but I never was quite as active as some of the other people in my District. I... don't know just how much of that is caused by the food shortage though, to be honest; I'm simply not all that interested in running around and such.'

'Now, let's move on to my family, okay? First of all, my mother, Laura. She's a very nice woman, the kind that always puts someone else before herself. She's also pretty open, though she's not nearly as much of a motormouth as I am; she's far more capable of lining up her thoughts in such a way that the words that come out of her mouth actually make sense than I am.
My father's name is Rock. As just about every other man in District 12, he works in the mines. It's a dangerous job, but he needs to do it in order to get bread on the table. In fact, I think more people died in mining accidents than of anything else, barring old age - not that a lot of people actually manage to die of old age; most people simply starve or die of some nasty ailment, their body no longer able to fight back. Anyway, back to my father. As a result of all that hard labor he's pretty strong, but it seems that his lungs are starting to get damaged by the coal dust; He's developing this nasty cough. He's not quite as open to other people as my mother, but he's still a very nice man when you get to know him.
Finally, my brother. He's pretty protective of me, something I appreciate and hate at the same time. To elaborate: It's nice to have someone strong around you if you need them, but it's not as nice if people start to call you weak because you're constantly bailed out of any troubles by your big brother. '

This is just a short list of family members:
Rock Shaft - Char's father. He's 40 years old.
Laura Shaft-Prior - Char's mother. She's 37 years old.
Cole Shaft - Char's brother. He's 17 years old.
There's a short description of each family member in the history section. I'll likely make separate character sheets for each family member later on, or at the very least I'll make one for Cole. It will probably still take a while though, but whatever.

A short list of Char's faults would be:
* She's obviously in a pretty bad physical condition, in part because of malnutrition and in part because of having had practically zero exercise.
* Her tendency to blabber all the time propably won't be appreciated by everyone.

Footnotes:
*1: This is Char's skin color in the winter, and this is her skin color in the summer