Nola Syan D12

Nola is a rather average size thing, about five foot seven, who could barely tip the scales at 110 soaking wet. She's thin, underweight, as to be expected of a Seam child, but perhaps a tad better fed than some. Her build is average, like her height. She's built well for two useful abilities: running and climbing

Truthfully, Nola is quite pretty, but the visible toll left by Seam life is evident. She has thick, jet black hair cascading around her shoulders in wavy lengths, though its usually coarse and messy. Her skin is a soft tan, with numerous scars littering her body. The jet black hair and darker skin are typical of Distrcit Twelve, but both of her parents were not from this District, giving Nola her most interesting trait. Her eyes. One is an icey blue, the other a soft forest green.

Apart from that one disticnt characteristic, Nola fits in well with the rest of the poorer areas of Twelve. The average build, made smaller by hunger, dark hair and skin tone.

Nola could easily be described as a tom-boy. She's tough, headstrong, the works. She's intellegent, but keeps very much to herself, and has a cold reserved manner.

Generally, Nola is calm individual, but if pushed far enough, she's got plenty of fire. It doesn't help that she's overly bold either. She's not likely to run from a confrontation, especially if she's got it her head that the odds are equal.

Now for a few 'fatal flaws' as they call the. Nola can be absurdly stubborn, and though sometimes it's not a bad trait, it can make her practically impossible to deal with. Once her mind's set, it's goning to be a chore if you want to change it. Nola also practically refuses to trust people. She's even wary of her own family. Her complete trust is almost ridiculously hard to earn, and her forgivness, even harder. She's not really the forgiving type.

Now, Nola's not completely dark and hating, she does have a somewhat nicer side. Her smile is a rare thing, as is her affection, but to some he can be more amiable. For example, children. She's not going to snarl at starving child. As a matter of fact, she's got a bit of a soft spot for the younger ones. To those her age though, hope you're patient.

Journal Excerpt.

Seam life is difficult, no matter who you are. Long working hours in dangerous conditions. Barely enough food to scrape by. But it's not all bad.

My mother, she's from the Seam. My father's from Twelve, but the wealthier area. God knows why we're living here. Anyway, out family is quite tightly knit, or at least, used to be. But I'll get to that later.

I used to be very close to my two older brothers, particularly the closest to my age. For as long as I can remember, we'd been sneaking under the fence to hunt game for our family. Keep us all better fed. He taught me to use a bow. Even with mt father and oldest brother working in the mines, we still had just enough to feed us all. Thanks to my first brother though, I became a decent hunter swiftly enough, and it was a lucky thing.

That year was our lucky year. And I say that sarcastically. I was twelve, it was my first reaping. My brothers were sixteen and eighteen. I wasn't chosen, but my first brother was. I had some hope he could win. After all he had taught me, he was a good enough hunter right? Wrong. He was killed within the first few days.

After that, our family bond began to deteriorate. My parents became distant, and my brother, well I blamed him. It was wrong, I know, but it's too late now. Anyway, he began to smack me around, that is until I grew enough stand up for myself. I was still under pressure to bring food to the family. At least, my parents. I still loved them I guess, but it didn't change how I felt about my brother. I felt as if he betrayed me.

That just about brings it back to the present, things haven't changed much. If anything, gotten worse. My brother and I still quarrel. I'm still in charge of getting what meager supply of meat I can to the table.