Caela Sinrow District 7

Caela is a relatively small height for a girl of her age, standing at 5”3 to 5”4. Due to not towering over others as stronger people might, her height often makes her appear weak, but in fact it is an advantage, as it means she can hide from threats easier and also finds it easier to move around quicker than many people and has also granted her the skill of agility, letting her hide from things she does not wish to find her. To scramble up trees and remain out of sight.

Quick and nimble, Caela can quickly sculpt things from wood she has found lying around, pieces that could be no use to anyone. This is her trade and her life to try and bring in more money when there is nothing else to do. Due to many failed attempts whilst constructing such items, her hands are scarred and battered with usually a scattering of home made bandages wrapped around them to try and stem the blood from whatever wounds she has currently caused.

As to her build she is slim as much as she as petite, looking as if a simple gust of wind could send her flying. She has muscles, just as the others do in the district from years of hauling wood around, just not as noticeable as some of the bigger people around, this means that she is capable of handling herself well in fight but can be easily over powered if her opponent is stronger than her.

Her skin is a light tan colour which fades and deepens on the turn of the seasons as they roll around. However this is barely noticeable as she is usually covered with some amount of dirt with sawdust caught in her hair from walking through the areas of the district used to cut up the wood they have felled. On her right ankle she has a birth mark, which is no recognizable shape but marks her as her. As an individual, which, it seems, the capitol has forgotten the meaning of.

Her face shape is a heart, with relatively high cheek bones. She has grey eyes, nothing special, nothing unique and light brown hair which reaches just below her shoulder blade when it’s dry as her hair waves slightly naturally, but when it had been soaked with rain it reaches just above the middle of her back, give or take a few centimetres.

Not believing in over dressing, Caela dresses in whatever comes to hand, whether it be boys or girls clothes. As long as it keeps her warm and dry. It will be fine. Her only ‘fancy’ outfit is assed down to her from her sister she has her reaping dress, waiting for the day she will never have to wear it again.

A girl who is as indecisive as she is clever, Caela seems to be treading her path through life just as she travels through it, not dwelling on what she has done in the day. Just continuously pushing forwards, hoping all the time that this year won’t be the year when she stands there nervously and watches and her own name, scribbled so fast it is almost illegible be precisely and carefully pulled out of the transparent sphere that holds so many fates.

Quiet at the best of times, Caela prefers to watch and listen than to speak aloud, due to her history of being the youngest out of her siblings for 8 years of her life. Luckily this has granted her some skills from her consistent arguing with her sisters and brothers throughout the year causing her to have a quick temper which flares up when she disagrees greatly with however small it is.

However, when she does speak, she is quick witted and sly with her words, not persuasive exactly. But she knows when to say something and when to leave it be. She isn’t a person to be easily fooled by others of the same nature as her self and can see if some one is conning her, making it easier for her to know who to trust and who to not.

With friends she is open, happy to tell all about her day, but with strangers she is withdrawn, unwilling to utter all but the slightest information about herself.

Born into a big family, Caela is one of 4 children of Liannne and Harry Sinrow, born and bred in district 7 and most certain to die there. Caela enjoyed her childhood, however much it seemed like a fight for survival against her siblings, constantly being batted around as if she were nothing but a ball, a target in her sisters arguments. Overall, the family were reasonably ok financially wise, able to feed the family most of the year around, even if it wasn’t the fancy affair you heard the upper class talking about in District gatherings such as the Reapings. This money came in from her father being a architect and her mother sculpting items for people with left over pieces of wood and such that can be found from anything from old items to parts people have forgotten about and are lying on the ground.

As with anyone who has ever lived in the Districts, Caela spent her days and still does staring at a teacher for hours and end whilst they inform there waiting victims of the joys and happiness of the capitol and what we have to repay them for what the rebels did. Of course with the lack of information about what one should do if one should be entered for the hunger games, which seems to have been distributed to the Career tributes. Throughout school, primary to secondary, Caela enjoyed the most part, the skills she could actually use, due to the fact she was clever, no doubt about it. Just with no clue how to use her mind in the future.

As many reaping past with no names from the sinrow family, Caela began to relax as the years grow ever closer to the day when she doesn’t have to wait in the market place anymore. However, after the introduction of the youngest Sinrow, Quill, her younger brother, she still has a nagging feeling, as do the rest of the family, to make sure that he remains safe of the goldfish like bowl where fate awaits.

As with the rest of the family, Caela helps bring in money whenever she can, unlike her sisters who work in the factories producing paper, Caela helps her mother, sculpting things that others could not whilst her head is in the clouds with thoughts of buildings beyond District 7, to what lies in that cloud that is the capitol.