Anastacia Hevroux / / D1 [COMPLETE]

Living off of scraps from the garbage and small parcels from sympathetic, rich folks can take a toll on your body. Always a tiny girl from birth, she stands at a meager height of 5'3. The lack of vitamins and proteins held her back from achieving full height. Her torso is quite small, making her legs seem longer, when they are not that at all.

Anna's body is very thin and frail seeming. One normal, average person would be hesitant to touch her, fearing breaking one of her bones or bruising her tan, fair, but sun burnt skin. The truth is, yes, she is bruised easily, but no, no she is not weak. In fact, her thin body is just the home to muscles underneath her skin, not to say the lack of food does provide some skinniness to her. Along the length of her body, you can find various scars and bruises with her ordeals in the outside world. Being her skin is fairly thin, it is bruised easily as I mentioned before.

Her face is almost in an oval shape, ending with a nice blunt point to her small, defined chin. Anastacia's mouth almost seems small in a normal stare or gaze, but when she smiles, her lips come up and thin out to make her front teeth seemingly larger therefor, a broader smile. Just above her unique mouth is her, also blunt, nose. Small like her other features, it curves downward slightly ending in a small triangle like shape.

Best of all, her eyes are her best feature. Ever so slightly thin and small looking, the pale blue and gray hues in them make them pop, and making her eyes seem bigger. Complementing the colors in her eyes, her hair falls just below her shoulders, gently curving inwards and outwards, not deciding which way to go. The strands of her hair used to be much darker as a child, but as she is outside most of the time, it has turned a shade of sienna, or lighter brown looking. All in all, people find her average looking, nothing too special.

Her body carefully slinks through the crowded streets of the market place, snatching an orange inconspicuously from a vendor. Then as soon as she wrapped her thin fingers around the fruit, quickly she trots away like a small, guilty fox. Very aware of her surroundings, she is quite confident that no one has see her, or will ever see her.

Her thieving past has brought on some of the strongest traits in her. Strong minded and confident. She believes she can get away with anything, maybe her confidence can get to er head some times, wouldn't you think? When kids avoided her when she was younger becasue of her fairly odd personality, it kind of made her isolated, so she learned to be alone. Now on her own, she tends to stay away from people, she feels safer that way and doesn't plan of changing that any time soon.

Anastacia, still eighteen and taking part of her time to train younger careers, has some talents in the fighting arts. Mostly hand to hand combat, she has learned martial arts. Like a ninja. Being without a good amount of money has also taught her to make use of their surroundings. She teaches kids to use what they've got encase they are caught without weapons, an important resource. Once caught stealing, the man pulled out a knife. Seeing that she wasn't getting out of this with just her hands. She quickly glanced around, looking for something to use against him. She caught sight of a wooden crate. With out hesitation she grabbed it and swung it around, knocking him in the head, and running off.

Of course, every hero has their kryptonite though. her weak spot is her ego. Sometimes over confident, she miss judges a person, she thinks she can beat everyone but she can't really. This has left many scars on her body, leaving people wandering in the training center, who she really is. No one will ever know though, hmm?

Her life wasn't always so exciting. She was always at the bottom of the bottom, practically living with the rats on the street. She was born into a poor family, poorer than most families in the district. Her mother was a widow, her father died before she was born. He was murdered by a drunk in a bar. Freak accident. Ana never knew him, so she never really had any feelings for him, she guessed it was okay, not to have feelings for someone you never knew.

The first few years of her life. They lived off of scarps, her mother couldn't work because she had fallen ill with cancer. Unfortunately, they were too poor to pay for treatment, Ana was forced to scrounge around for food off the street, forage in the dumpster and beg other people. When she turned four, her mother passed away. This devastated the young girl. She didn't know what to do. She was sent to live in an orphanage, wait for a nice family to come adopt her.

Years, years she waited for a hopeful family. Over those years, the memories of her mother faded. She grew on the same motto she had made for her father, don't dwell on your feelings. When other young girls and boys asked her about her family, she simply answred. I never had one. This puzzled the other kids, and they usually left her alone because of this.

Anastacia grew to be a strong girl in the orphanage, they trained her and built her personality. She was taught not to trust anyone, so she played slyly. She tried to be the best actor she could be, tricking people out of their belongings and into losing fights against her, she built a reputation at the orphanage. Fox. She was sly and merciless. Other kids started to avoid her, but it was hard to stay aware of her presence, being the cunning girl she is.

She started to gain interest and fascination from one boy. Alex. He always watched her, when she tried to get away, he tend to find her again. He regularly called her by her nick name, Fox. She was only twelve at this age, just introduced to the reapings and still finding her path in life, little room left for love or interest. She still considered him her friend, they liked to sneak around the old rickety orphanage together, ease dropping and using their acting skills to get out of trouble. Life was great.

As the years went on, games passed, and new victors emerged while other tributes died, Alex and Anna grew closer and closer. She started to gain his trust and loyalty, as he gained hers. It was like they were soul mates. Soon it came to heart, that hey were a couple. In love if that's what you call it. They were happy together, enjoyed each other's company. One day came though, that the trust was lost to another girl, it hurt her, put an odd achy feeling in her chest. Then Anna realized that her trainers were right. She could trust no one.

Just one year later she was sixteen, old enough to leave the orphanage. Boy was she happy to leave, leave everything behind, her trust, her loyalty, and her love. She went solo, once again living off the street, but she had more of an advantage now. She was a con. Tricking people out of their food, out of board, and money. How? No one knew, a magician never reveals his tricks.

These days, she has not yet surpassed the cold fingers of the capitol. She is eighteen and still living in her traditional, preferred style, as a street rebel. She manages to steal enough to support herself though, a for a room for a night, leave the next. Recently, she has acquired a job as a part time trainer in the Career Center. How she was discovered? Well, another trainer spread word of a mysterious poor girl fighting off a reckless, dirty rich, abusive career with a big ego. Word spread like wild fire around the town and district and she was offered the job. Not only was she being trained in her off time, but she is training other potential tributes.Payed minimum wage, barely enough to afford some decent clothes, but it must due for now.

What else is a street girl to do?