Riley Wood, D2 (Done)

Name: Riley Wood
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2

I don't see why people worry so much about their appearance. Sure, it makes you look good, but that doesn't mean your a nice person, right? I've never put on any type of male up in my whole life, mainly because our family can't afford it, but also because I don't like it. I think folks should just let nature take car of beauty, and see what comes out. I think nature was very kind to me in regard to my looks. Mum and Pa say I was born with hair. I probably wasn't, because no one is, but I know that when I was a year old I had thick blond locks down to my shoulders. Mum liked dressing me up like a doll, with pretty little dresses, hair ribbons, and shiny black shoes. I know I must've looked cute when I was little, but I would hate to do that now. I prefer wearing shorts and a T-shirt, sometimes a tank top. I almost never put my hair up, either. I haven't talked much about my appearance now, have I? I only said what I like to wear. I almost this should be part of the personality section. Oh well.

I'm average in regard to height, I think 5' 9". I have an agile, lanky build, with thin arms and legs that make up more than half my body. I'm built for running and climbing, and yet, I also have the muscle to lift a mace and through it a good ten feet. It's hard to see my muscle, I think, but don't let that get to your head. I've only been beaten five times in a fight, and only one of them was in hand-to-hand. My skin is fair, my mum says...whatever that means. I think it means yellow, but I hope not, because yellow on humans skin is a bit of an ugly color. My face is shaped like a circle, but I wish it were shaped like a heart or an oval. Like to see variety one people's faces. A circle is so plain. Well, there are some things I like about myself. My eyes, for one. They're vaguely shaped like almonds, just with rounded edges that tilt up when I smile. They're a blue color, like the ocean. At least that's what my Pa says. I don't know how he know's the color of the ocean, because he tells me he's never been to the coast before. He'd have to travel to District 4 to do that, and traveling between districts is strictly forbidden. Anyway...

My mouth is short, and I have full lips that give me a big smile. The one thing I don't like about my smile is my teeth. I think they're too large for my mouth, and they make me look like a beaver. My nose is a good size, unlike my teeth. Not too short or long, and it has just the right amount of bone. Ron sometimes teases me about it, saying my nose wiggles whenever I'm thinking hard. It's true, but I hate admitting it. My cheekbones are quite large and high on my face, giving me a lingering smile and adding to my friendly look. That's my goal: to look friendly wether I'm smiling or not.

Oh, my personality. This will be interesting. As you might have noticed, I don't care much if people think ill of me. That's their problem. I just want to look friendly and have a great personality. Pa says that sometimes I try too hard. I agree with him, because when I try too hard, it just makes me look like I've gone crazy. I don't know if you've figured this out yet, but my actions usual speak for me. I often get into fights at school and come home with several bruises. My parents and older siblings stopped asking me about it after my seventh fight. I've had too many to count since then. There's a group of older kids at my school who always tease me. They make fun of how happy and care free I am, and then about my over-grown teeth, and then they laugh and say, 'What are you gonna do about it?'. That's how the fighting started. I detest them. I think I'll talk more about that in the history section, because I do believe it belongs in my history. Alright, what will I talk about next?

I laugh a lot. Very often someone will say something, and I'll be the only one laughing at it. It's not hard to make me laugh, even if the joke is a bad one...even if it's not a joke. Some people say a laugh too much, but mum says that laughing makes you live longer. I believe her. I'm very sensitive to criticism, and, unfortunately, this only adds to my chances of getting in a fight. If you someone said 'Your hair air looks a shade darker today', I'd probably take it as an insult. Of course, I know it's not, but I don't think about that when it happens. That brings me to another point: I'm not a thinker. I'm a doer. I never plan things out, instead, I just go along with whatever is happening around me. I think that makes me a little irresponsible with timing, like when I'm supposed to go to bed and when I have to wake up. This doesn't help for work, either, when I have to be there at a certain time. I'm a bit of a rebel, too, you might say.

I don't particularly enjoy listening to people's orders...well, I don't particularly enjoy listening to anything at all. I do have the patience to make conversation with somebody, but quite often, I can't listen to a speech or instructions. I really enjoy art. Not the type of painting and drawing art, I'm terrible at that, but more of the sculpting kind of art. I like picking up little stones and leaves and then glueing them into shapes at home. Sometimes I'll carve a stone, but not often, and I'm not very good at it anyway. Oh, I've got one more thing to talk about. The Hunger Games. I really enjoy the games, so much so that some people call me a fan. I don't think I'm quite that crazy for the games, but I know a lot about them. I know everything about each Tribute right of the bat, especially those in the current games. I remember the names of each victor, their District number, age, what weapon they used and what strategy. It's not all for nothing, though. I don't do it just amuse myself. I'm planning. "Wait, you're planning?" You say. Yes, I'm planning. I'm not much of a planner, but the games are an exception. I watch each victor and remember what their strategy was, so I'll have it mind if I am ever reaped.

Well, let's see. I was born June 5, almost sixteen years ago. My parent's names are Angelica and Jared Wood, both born and raised in District 2. They're both great parents, with kind personalities and good hearts. They really want to take care of us kids, and would put their life on the line for us, I'm sure. I was not the oldest in my family, not the second. In fact, I wasn't even close to second. I was fifth. I don't mind having four older brothers and sisters, except for when they start teasing me. Especially when Ron talks about my nose wiggling. I guess you want to know the names of siblings, right? Of course you do. Any sensible person would, I'm sure.

The first is Layla. She's five years older than me, and right now, she's twenty years old. She works at the stone carving buildings, along with Avery.(Who I will talk about later) Second was Ron. Sometimes I wish I were second...or third. It would be nice to have siblings older and younger, rather than just older. Ron is the one who takes great delight in teasing me about my nose. I've grown to ignore him most of the time, but sometimes he can still get on my nerves. Forgot to mention this, but he's eighteen right now. His last year in the reaping, and he's not looking forward to working in the mines full-time. Another year after Ron is Avery, who I mentioned before. She's seventeen years old, and works at the carving stations with Layla and sometimes me. I can't always find enough time to work, or I'm just not responsible enough to keep track of the time. Avery, I hate to say, is my favorite sibling. I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but I can't help relating to her more often than the others. I am a bit close to Jaden, as well, who is only a year older than me. He's quite similar to me, and we often have fun competitions with each other. Wether for running, climbing, sword fighting, or hand-to-hand combat, we can often be found competing.

Now let's see...I will seem have a bit of space here, so I might as well talk about Kitt. I met her when I was seven years old, and carving something outside. Kitt is a gray and black tabby cat, with white paws and emerald green eyes. The first time I saw her, she was just a little kitten, with so much mud and fleas on her pelt I couldn't tell what color her fur was. I took her inside and washed her up, then put a blue ribbon around her neck. I decided to name her Kitt, because she was a kitten, but it never came to mind that she would eventually grow out of her name. Still, it stuck. I begged my parents to keep her, but the first time I did, Kitt got thrown out of the house. To my parents annoyance and great disappointment, she was sitting and yowling at our door the whole night. For three nights they tried to get her to leave, but she never did. So, they let me keep her. Finally, something I could call my own. I fed her tuna Right from the start, and sometimes she was lucky enough to get a few hits of bacon and scrambled eggs from my breakfast plate. She a healthy old cat now, and she always sleeps at the foot of my bed every night.