Vixen - D5 [Finished]

Name: Vixen Marie Fox (AKA: Vixie, Vix, Foxy)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 5
Appearance:

I am a bit of a tannish color in my skin, not pale or black. I am very skinny but you cant see any of my bones, what a relief. I am underweight of what I am supposed to be for my age. I am 5' 5 1/2 in size, thats pretty normal for a girl my age isnt it? I have brown eyes that are neither dark or light.

I have brown hair and a blonde streak on my left side. My hair goes all the way to my shoulders and I keep my hair down, refusing to put it up. My body is free of any freckles, I'm not sure if them things are so great. I have skinny arms and legs and my legs are great for running, I'm actually very fast. I have long finger nails and I dont bite them either, wanna know how they keep from getting to long? Finger nail clippers! I dont really paint my finger nails much. I have white straight teeth that I make sure to take care of, dont want to lose them do I?

I dont really care about fashion at all. I like being myself, I dont want to be a show off. I'm iffy on make-up and if I do where it I dont want it over done. Piercings just disgust me, especially the ones on my face you know? Other jewelry that you wear on your wrists and fingers are ok, but I'm not very wild about them and its way to expensive.

Personality:

I am very smart and clever, and I can easily outsmart tons of people. I am very tricky, so you have to watch what you trust about me. I'm not much of the fighting type, so I try to stay away from as much danger as I can. I am one to plan a stragety, not sit around all day. I am not easily trusted and can be one to betray at times.

I dont have many friends, and I like it that way actually. I dont like large groups and prefer to be with small ones or alone. I am very skiddish. I am very good at hiding and staying still and such. I can hear some of the slightest movements, see an ok far distance, and see things that usually escape the eyes of others.

I am not very picky but I does dislike some things. I like the animal fox, because they can take care of themselves and they remind me of myself. I dont like ranch animals that cant take care of themselves. I am more likely to do anything to survive, whether its betraying someone or eating tree bark.

I am afraid of gaining a real friend and I try not to get close to anybody and I dont want to be put in The Hunger Games. My want is to not get into The Hunger Games and to become to old to be in there. I am a determined girl that will try my best to meet her goals. I will steer away from anything that could mean activating a fear. I sometimes decide to take the chance and do something rash.

So yea, I'm a badass what are YOU going to do about it!? Nothing, you cant do anything because this is just the way I am! So all you people out there that isnt going to like me then you better keep to yourself ok! I think I made my point clear so can I leave now?

History:

My real name is Jewel Vivian West, but I changed it a loong time ago. Before we get to that though, lets stick to the beginning.

I lived with my father on a ranch with every single ranch animal you could think of. Ducks, sheep, goats, horses, you name it! I grew up there, and was raised there. I was supposed to take care of the animals and make sure they could grow up to be good and healthy.

What happened to my mother you ask, I dont know my father never told me. I never met her, not that I can remember anyways. I always wanted to know what happened to her mother, but her father never does like to talk about it. So she just tries to steer away from talking about it.

I was always smart and clever, I liked to outsmart people and this didnt help with making friends. I always thought 'Oh who needs friends anyway pbbbbt' so I didnt mind. Such a badass right? Soon, I was left with no friends. Well when this happened, I realized she had no one to trick. So I went around tricking other people instead.

My dislike for ranch animals grew at age 10. They couldnt take care of themselves and I had to work all day just to feed them. Sometimes, out of boredom and meanness, I would even trick the animals somehow. If I got caught I would pretend that I did it on accident. I would have a cute voice and give the puppy eyes, my father was always so gullible and fell right into the trap.

One day I saw a couple of chickens were gone. When my father came to see he said that a fox had gotten in. I didnt know what a fox was but I wanted to find out. It had snuck in by itself and gotten its meal. I asked her dad and he told her all he knew. They was sneaky and they were big tricksters. This reminded me of myself.

That night, I went out and stayed up all night, watching for any foxes. After a while I saw it. It was orange, with a white tip at the tail and a white underbelly. It had black legs. It snuck into the chicken coup and took its prey.

I asked her father for other types of foxes and what they was called. One caught my attention. Vixen. I liked it, and I had an idea in my mind. But I would wait.

When I was 12 my name was put into the reaping bowl, like everyone else. As I grew up, I was lucky enough that they didnt pick me. Since they had put my name in the reaping bowl, I had become more skiddish. When I was 14 my father became deathly ill. I could do nothing and three days later after the illness he died.

I wasnt very happy. If I didnt have my father who would take care of me? I knew I might get caught if I tried to live by myself so I only knew one more person that was related to me, which was Annie. On mt way to Annie's I then decided that I would do what I had been thinking about.

I changed my name to Vixen Marie Fox. I thought it was much more prettier then Jewel, and it gave a good name for me. It showed my personality and my love for foxes. I went by two more years by with Annie.

Annie is my grandma, she is a bit old but still able to take care of me. I ended up having to take care of her some because she couldnt work. But with her I knew I was safe, they didnt have a reason to take me away now.

How did I take care of us both? I managed to scrape up food and money off of some of the ranch animals I sold some of the ranch animals for money then used the money to get food from the butcher by bringing other ranch animals. Although I hated it very much I took care of the animals, it was the only way of my survival, I thought. I even think now and then that these animals have even saved my life. If it wasnt for them then we would have starved.

I am now 17. I have the same personality and I am still a bit afraid of The Hunger Games. But I know if I do get picked, I'll just have to do what I normally would to survive...Be smart.

Codeword: oDair
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