Mahogany Finch; District 7

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What do I look like? I pride myself on my appearance, honey. Although I have been grooming myself a lot less since I started working in the lumber yard. I've been trying to be the best damn wood cutter there. One day I wanna be rich... It's a dream. The thing is using my axe to chop up wood is a lot more fun than combing my hair, plucking my eyebrows and putting on make up. My hair has recently started to be bleached by the sun and my skin has been started to become tanned. Although, I do have a long series of freckles running across my limbs. I inherited my father's eyes. Deep brown ones that make me look deeper than I am.

I suppose I'm tall for my age and gender, I'm about six foot four. And my arms have become muscular from constant use of my axe. My face is angular and I have a relatively ugly mole on my left cheek. My bust is small despite my size and I'm built like a boy. Hell, if I cut my hair I could probably pull off being a boy. But why would I want to do that? My legs, unlike my arms, are actually relatively skinny and bony. In the lumber yard, you don't need to run much. I also happen to be unfit. I can sprint but dear god I cannot get very far.

A majority of my power comes from arms and my hands. Although I would hate to be reaped if I was, I'd stand a damn good chance in that arena. No one could defeat me when I have my axe in hand.

Personality? I suppose I should be brutally honest here. I'm cocky okay, cocky and arrogant. But I have every damn right to be. I hit the hardest, I get the most wood and I can beat all the boys when it comes to wrestling. Not to mention I get more women then all of them combined. In that sentence alone I suppose I was extremely cocky. Oh well, not everyone's perfect.

I suppose I'm also pretty judgemental of people. I tend to judge them before I get to know them and will make my opinion of them based on appearance and first looks only. I know that it's wrong but it's a damn hard habit to get out of. I suppose I'm also stubborn. Once I set my mind to it I will not change it. I will not, not at all change it. These two traits together aren't too good together, are they?

I've been told that I'm as spontaneous like an open flame. I jump from thing to thing without a flicker of a warning. Spontaneous and intrepid. I take risks like there's not tomorrow. I jump right into the fray. I know this isn't the smartest thing to do but I can't stop it. It's who I damn well am. That would probably be my stubbornness coming up again...

I was born to a couple of lumber workers, like most people in Seven, and grew up with the smell of wood in my heart. At the age of 14 I started working the mills and chopping down tress. It was there that I met a majority of my friends, and there that I realised that I was stronger than them. I've seen the Hunger Games on television. I've seen the kids die, the Capitol is brutal. And the careers are almost as bad.

Last year I became an aunt. My older sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. With little rosy cheeks and a firm grip. He'll make a great worker, I suppose he's the only one who can quench my temper. One day I want to have a son, it's my one weakness. I want to meet a nice girl and adopt a little boy. Raise him as my own y'know?

I guess these thoughts came from when I was about 15 and a couple of older boys were picking on a little 12 year old. I had to step in. The fight was one sided, I took blows and blows. That was when I used their weak spot against them. A swift blow downstairs and the fight became even. That little kid has been my best friend ever since. In fact, he's the only one of my friends who's younger than me.