Eliza Marie Thomason

<p style="color:#FF67DC">Name: Eliza Thomason
Age: 12 years old.
Gender: Female
District: 1

Appearance: Eliza Marie Thomason is attractive. Not beautiful, no, but attractive enough to be considered pretty. Her mother will never let her forget this. She is not perfect, not beautiful, not good enough for anyone. She will always be a disappointment, no matter how hard she tries.

But we’ll cover that later.

Eliza isn’t very tall, only 5’1, and has a very petite frame. Weighing in at 85 lbs she is one of the smallest careers in district 1. Her legs are longer than the rest of her body which makes her look a little taller than the she really is. Her arms are long and gangly, and her hands (inherited from her father) are too large for her body. They get in the way of everything, which in turn makes her seem awkward and clumsy. In fact, the only time her hands don’t get in the way is when she is training. Somehow in her need to prove herself to everyone, she gets through the obstacles that are her enormous hands. She tries so hard to succeed, to finally be praised; she doesn’t let anything stop her, not even herself.

Her face is definitely the part of her that can be considered attractive. With a heart-shaped head and high cheek bones, many people are impressed with how she keeps herself for one so young. Her nose is small with a rounded end and slightly up-turned nostrils. Her eyes are wide and round and her lips are a nice pink color. Her bottom lip is slightly larger than her top lip (caused by a bad habit of chewing on it during training) and her teeth are perfectly white (this is not natural of course, rather the effects of careful used whitener).

Her eyes are icy blue and could be very intimidating if she bothered to try and make them look that way. Her eyes actually look very warm and inviting. There are flecks of grey in them as well. Her eyelashes are short, blonde and very hard to see. Most of the time she covers them with a few coats of mascara. Her eyebrows are the same color as her eyelashes if a bit darker. They are naturally bushy but she trims them to perfection every morning.

Her hair is, you guessed it, blonde. It’s a very light blonde with even lighter natural highlights. It flows down to almost her hips and is normally kept up in a ponytail or a braid. If left down it gets in her the way of many things and gets tangled in the strangest places. She has side bangs which she keeps clipped up at all times to prevent them from falling in her eyes. Her hair is thin so it takes less time to brush in the morning.

Her style is very fashionable seeing as her mother is always checking Capitol fashion magazines. She wears many pinks, light oranges, and yellows. Her style can be considered “girly” because of its contnets. Dresses, skirts, and jewelry are what her closet is mostly made up of. She has a heart-shaped locket that was given to her by her grandmother as a child. Her grandmother died later that same year, but her grandfather always says that Eliza was her favorite grandchild. She keeps that locket as a symbol of the fact that someone thought she was good enough. Never mind the fact that that person is dead.

Personality: Eliza is very ambitious. She always wants to succeed, always wants to do good. When you grow up with people always telling you that you’re not good enough most people would feel this way. She is always desperate for praise and confirmation that she does well that she works extremely hard to succeed. Her classmates never understand why she gets so sad when she doesn’t get a lead in the school play or when she gets runner-up in class president elections. Failure is something she is used to, but it does not make it any easier.

When not with her parents or training she has earned a reputation as a push-over. Need a pencil? Sure, no problem! Need someone to take the blame for ripping a teacher’s paper? She’ll do it without complaint. To her nothing is better than hearing someone say with a bright smile “Thanks!” or “I owe you one!” She also tends to let people walk all over her. Because she is so used to insults, she doesn’t understand the need to defend herself. She is known as the nice girl or the kind girl because she does not like insulting people. She has a very caring nature which is surprising due to the fact that her parents don’t care for her as well as they should.

She is a career. Oh yes, there is no doubt about that. She trains average. There’s that word again. She’s good, not great, not extraordinary, just good. Another thing she’s not allowed to forget. She’s not the good strong career that her parents wanted. She’s a disgrace. She has never wanted to be anything more than good enough and she’s not even that.

The truth is… she hates the Hunger Games. There I said it. She hates how twenty-three children who have families die bloody deaths. She hates the way she is forced to train as if she likes it. All of her feelings associated with failure come from training for the Hunger Games. She wants to have a parent who accepts that she never, does not and never will want to participate in the Hunger Games.

History: Leila Mathews and Andrew Thomason were the ideal couple. He bought her all sorts of extravagant gifts and she went to all of his family events. It was nothing extraordinary though, nothing extremely special, so they decided to get married and have a baby.

When Eliza was born she was a healthy, happy, fairly-attractive baby. She had his eyes and her hair. For most people it would be enough to have a baby with no problems and no dysfunctions, but not for the Thomasons. They wanted a perfect, beautiful, strong career child. They wanted everything that Eliza is not and they hated her for that.

From a young age Eliza was taught that failure was unacceptable. She was always told that her best wasn’t good enough. As an only child in a wealthy family Eliza never went without what she wanted unless it was something money couldn’t buy. Her parents’ acceptance for one. She was eight when she first went to the training center.

It was a scary place, full of intimidating teens and watchful adults. Many of the kid sneered at her because of her size. The first time she picked up a sword she fell flat on her face. She missed the target every single time with an arrow, and she wasn’t quick enough with a knife. Humiliated, she trudged over to the spear area. Slowly she lifted the spear, aimed, let the spear go, and she hit the target.

Yes, she hit the target. Everyone stared at her in shock. How could a wimpy eight-year-old throw a spear ten yards and hit the target? It was impossible, but she did it. After that day she trained every day for as long as she could. She had little time to do homework or socialize, but she didn’t mind much. When she was training she was making her parents happy, and that was what she lived and breathed for.

After a while she became a well known face around the training Center and started to become accepted. The older careers at least acknowledged her existence, which was improvement from being shut out completely. She did well in school, considering the fact she had little to no time to study and do her homework every night. She made a small group of friends (also careers) and they were fairly compatible. At around eleven she started to take care of her appearance. She did things like trim her eyebrows, start to wear minable make-up and style her hair just right.
In the past year not much has changed. Her family still acts like she’s barely there and she still goes on trying to make them proud. Her life is very repetitive, very routine, and she’s really just waiting for something, anything, to change.

Codeword: odair
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