Hecate Louhi, District Two

Without my body art, I actually look pretty normal. With my sandy brown hair, big, hazel colored eyes, long eyelashes, and just slightly tanned skin, I look just like any other District Two girl. I do look extremely old for my age though. It's my jaw and overall face construction. It makes me look older than I really am. A few light colored freckles dot my cheeks and I wear green rimmed glasses that bring out the flecks of green in my hazel eyes.

I'm a big fan of body art because it's a fun way that I can creatively express myself. If I run out of face paint, I just use my different colored lipsticks. Whenever I go out of my house, you can expect to see intricate and colorful patterns on my face, and arms. Sometimes I add colorful facial gems. I always get a lot of weird looks, but I don't care. It's how I want to look. And if I want to have a certain look, I'm lucky enough to be able to have it. Some people don't have the privilege of self expression.

I'm tall for my age too. At 5'5", I tower over the other kids in my class. I'm skinny, but not really lanky. And I'm pretty fit as well. I have small breasts though, as I'm not yet fully developed. For clothes I usually wear light colored corset-shirts with either long skirts or short skirts, depending on what I'm doing. And the skirts will be dark colors. Or I'll wear a pair of blue, loose fitting, bell-bottom jeans. And for shoes I wear sneakers. But if it's formal I'll wear a super bright dress with the most extravagant shoes I can find. I'm kind of an eccentric person.

As I said, I'm a pretty eccentric person. I'm usually pretty quiet, but sometimes I'll blurt out the most random things just as they pop into my head. Sometimes they're helpful, sometimes they're annoying. But I don't know why I say what I say, I just say it. And god knows everyone thinks I'm insane. Not in the creepy way, just in the weird way. I dress differently than everyone else, I'm don't have muscles like they do, and I'm not training to become a career. And since I'm so "weird" I'm pretty much an outcast.

I like to draw a lot. I spend hours drawing. And I also like to design outfits. When I grow up, I want to move to the capitol and design outfits for stores. If I get good enough, I might be hired as a stylist for the Hunger Games. I bet that would be good pay. I'm not exactly horrified of the Games. No, I don't dream about being reaped. But what happens, happens, and I can't change that. I can just get through it. I have to be trained in at least one weapon for the games though, so I'm training with knives.

I'm a pretty fast runner. But I suck at hiding. Fighting is not my first choice in a dangerous situations. If I can pick between fight or flee, I nearly always pick flee. What can I say, I don't like to face uncomfortable situations. They make me feel...well, uncomfortable. Self expression is a big part of me as well. Since I don't like to do it with words, I do it with clothes, make-up, and drawing. Everyone is different, and I'm my own, unique self. When I get weird looks or people talk about me, I ignore them. Because I know that I'm a good person, and I'm happy being me, no matter what other people say.

I don't really have any important history. The only really important thing in my history is that my parents got divorced about three years ago. I see my father on the weekends and my mother during the school week. I would have had an older sister, but my mother miscarried. The baby died in my mum's stomach. We don't talk about that much.

When I was born my mom almost lost me too. The umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, cutting off my oxygen. But luckily, we were at a hospital and the doctors could fix it. My mom says that she was so scared she was going to lose me and when I finally gasped in a breath, she was so relieved she started crying. I've asked her about having another baby, but she says she always has bad luck with babies and she loves me enough for two kids anyway. But I think we might be happier with a baby.

My mum left my dad. He had a severe drinking problem and my mum wasn't happy with him anymore. He still drinks a lot, even if he tries to hold back. Sometimes I can't even see him on the weekends because he calls last minute and says he's "busy", which is a metaphor for "so drunk he can't take two steps without nearly falling on his face". But that's really fine by me. My mom gets me much better than my dad. And I have say, I'm much happier with her than with my father. Dad's taken up smoking, which aggravates my asthma. And I get the feeling he doesn't really like me. But my mom is healthy and her house and clean and we love each other more than anything. So yeah, I'd have to say that I'm not that bummed when my dad calls up and says he's "busy". It's just another weekend I can spend with my mom.

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