Marlie Donaldson District 10

Marlie is extremely pale. Her brown eyes dance like a companion to her charismatic smile. Her hair is red. Actually red. She is quite tall. Her legs are long and allow her to mount her horses easily.

She has flaws too. She's too thin. Her ribs always are visible. She has a red birthmark on her stomach. Her freckles she hates too. Her usual wear is a long-sleeved tee-shirt with some long denim pants.

Marlie is a very happy girl. She loves to make rhythms out of nature and won't resist a dance. She is a clean girl too. Her smile and her mind are both brighter than stars. Marlie is known to be one of the happiest in the world. She loves animals, most of all horses.

She is obsessed with her looks. She hates her freckles and her birthmark. She has convinced herself that she's ugly, though it's not true. She doesn't really care though. She hates the Hunger Games. When they come on she screams and screams to douse the cries of dying children. She can remember every Hunger Games she's watched, Every child she watched die, every disaster, every ally team, every victor she saw crowned, everything. She tries to sleep through them, but one time that led to her falling into unconsciousness.

When the reaping comes around, she cries and fakes her sickness but she still goes. She hopes she'll never get picked. She hopes that every reaping day. She hopes a lot. She thinks about those dying children all the time. She also loves to push her father's buttons. She does feel a trace of fear when she does though.

Marlie was always cheerful, always happy. She was the youngest out of 3 children, also having a twin. Her mother evaporated from her life in spirit when her twin Marcela died after falling from a horse. Her mother was quite worried about her though, her love being horses.

Now her mother was just a shell and Marlie was worried about her. She started being mentally, emotionally, and physically abused by her father. She resisted. When she was 12 she watched her first full Hunger Games. She'd never watched the deaths. But now she did. As the first 8 tributes died in the bloodbath, she screamed to douse the flames and her older sister put her to bed. Every time she saw a death she screamed again, and she was put to bed. But she was required to stay for the final showdown.

When she turned 13, she had put her name in 6 times already. Paranoid she tried to fake near-death. But it didn't work so she tried running away. Nothing worked- nothing at all. So she had to watch the tributes get chosen and sent to their untimely deaths. As the reaping draws closer, her heart beats faster.

It hasn't been long since I made Iberis. Just because of muse. *shrugs*