Amele Nivié Foster, District 1 [FIN]

AMELE NIVIÉ FOSTER

18 Years Old
Female
District 1
5'5"
138 Pounds[/font][/size]
APPEARANCE[/color][/font]

Milky blonde hair falls a good length below the shoulders of Amele Foster. Her eyes are a sort of a dark chocolate, her pupil only nearly invisible inside of the brown ring. Her eyebrows are thin, but long and arched. Her nose is considerably bulbous, though this flaw doesn't seem to phase her. When it comes to ridicule in the fact that she doesn't put any time into her appearance, she just shrugs it off and says, "This world can break anything. But so what? I can take anything." Calling Amele's teeth "pearly whites" would be an ironic insult, as her teeth are actually yellowed and crooked. She chose to spend her money on things more important than toothpaste and dentistry visits. Amele's pointed jaw is always facing the air, her cone shaped head raised in confidence.

Amele despises frilly, elegant dresses as her classy mother would prefer her to wear, and chooses to wear tight, low cut, and showy red attire. Her everyday wear is the same as her training clothes; baggy shorts, a tank-top, and hair tied up into a ponytail. The Foster girl doesn't even own a pair of flip flops, as she chooses to wear sneakers everywhere she goes, even with her club dresses. As stated before, she could care less if she matched or not. If Amele were to flex, her muscles would be about the size of a baseball. This, of course, is only if she were to flex, and she doesn't do that often. She loves to feel powerful and strong, but not necessarily manly. Also, she has really, really nice legs.

PERSONALITY[/color][/font]

Amele has a tendency to be a bit rash when it comes to decision making. She's more like a girl of action, and doesn't really like to think things through. This can occasionally lead the teenager into trouble and other heavy situations, though Amele is known to be a master at getting out of tight spots. As a result of previous childhood events, Amele has become callous and aloof, and not necessarily someone you would want to be around if you were looking for your day to be brightened. Because of this, the District 1 Career doesn't really have many friends, but being fueled by strong social independence makes it so the girl isn't affected by ostracism or loneliness.

Despite her issues with making and keeping friends, the bitter-on-the-outside teenager is great at cooperating and working with others. She would like her peers to believe she is perfectly capable of handling any situation on her own, but Amele does work best when she is either assisting or receiving assistance. Motivation drives this girl to complete tasks that she sets out to accomplish, and whatever obstacle is in her way, she will usually find some way around it. If something interests her, or there is a job to be done that will benefit her in any way, Amele will spend restless hours to achieve the goal that is put in front of her. Many people do not give her the chance to be great by working with her, though, as they are often scared off by her abrasive personality and careless looks.

While Amele does work well with others, she doesn't possess the natural leadership abilities that other Careers have. In fact, Amele can be a tad shy when placed in the spotlight. She resented giving speeches to her class, or when she auditioned for a school play after her mother tirelessly begged her to. Amele did have a great time working on the production, helping out with lighting and decorations behind the scenes. She wouldn't have stayed with the show if she didn't like it; Amele is a rational thinker, and will only try to do something if she feels she could get something out of it. This is one of the reasons she spends most her day after school at the training center. Knowing how to use a weapon could be the difference between life and death for the girl.

HISTORY[/color][/font]

The blonde locks of an innocent toddler swayed to each side as she half walked/half waddled to the large door in her bedroom. An assprtment of dolls and story books lined the walls on shelves and pink princess dresses were neatly hung in her closet awaiting to be played with the next day. Little Amele had a nightmare, and was confident that all sorts of spooks were nesting under her bed. Her small hand reached up and twisted the knob, as it's creak echoed through the eerily quiet house. She waddle-walked to her parents' bedroom down the hall, and she peeked her tiny head in through the doorway. Her mother lay in the bed, sleeping soundly, but her father was missing. Amele loved her mother, however her father was much better at calming her after a nightmare. The toddler turned around, planning to search for her father in the kitchen.

As she neared the steps, Amele heard hushed voices from downstairs. She recognized her daddies voice, though it wasn't the same as it usually was. His voice trembled like Amele's after she had fallen and hurt herself, and she could hear the fear in his tone. Careful as to not make any sound, Amele tiptoed down the steps like she did on Christmas to see what Santa had brought her before her parents woke up. With every step she took, the voices became louder, and she hear the faint sound of muddled tears coming from the kitchen. Step, step, step. Amele quietly walked over to the kitchen door, which was closed and most likely locked. There was, however, a keyhole that was the perfect size for her small brown eye to peer through. Amele covered her mouth as though not to scream as she saw the gun pointed to her father's forehead. She couldn't contain the yell as the trigger was pulled and her father's limp body fell to the floor.

The Peacekeepers couldn't get Amele to tell them what happened afterward, because she truly didn't remember. She would just sit there at the edge of the wooden desk, slowly chiseling a hole into it with a sharpened pencil. It took two years for Amele to say another word after the incident, and that was "no" when the shell of what her mother used to be insisted on Amele wearing one of her old princess dresses. Amele hated them; the frills and the ribbons that had once captivated her were a reminder of the times that her father sat down and had tea parties with her, and she resented anything from that time. Amele eventually threw them all out. Maybe some homeless family at the garbage dump would find them, and they could make their own memories. Amele was an entirely different person now. The happy little four year old that was always smiling evolved into a hateful, bitter person.

Amele found comfort in training for the Hunger Games when she was eight. She had a lot of catching up to do with the kids that had been practicing their entire lives, but she was prepared to work hard to do just that. It turned out that Amele was a natural at swordplay, and she found that making fires was actually pretty fun once she got the hang of it. Although she did practice hard in other areas, the Foster teenager could almost always be found swinging swords around and at the fire making station. Something about preparing for the end of her life was motivational to Amele, and she always envisioned the training dummies as "the bastard that pulled the damn trigger and fucked up my life". Amele feels that she is quite ready to handle any situation thrown at her, and only time will tell if she is correct in that assessment.

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