Lenora Grimstone // D2

the underground artist.

^{NAME // LENORA GRIMSTONE
AGE // FIFTEEN
GENDER // FEMALE
DISTRICT // 02
SEXUALITY // HETEROSEXUAL}

<sup>Beauty shouldn't be a word to describe appearances. No, it should be a word to describe what's on the inside. Sure, someone can be beautiful on the outside, but only when their insides spread to the rest of them, giving them the radiance they deserve. Standing at a short four foot eight, Lenora could easily be described as petite, and extremely short. She body is thin and lean, built with few curves and small breasts. She could be compared to the height of an eight year old, but she appears more mature. Her pale skin, dashed with freckles here and there, along with a few skin tags and stretch marks, seems to glow in the moonlight, and is easily burnt in the sunlight. Lenora has a strong, yet small bone structure that is compacted with muscles that are rather prominent. Besides her basic body structure, her more careful features are what make her appearance come together.

Her long strands of red curls come together to form a large wave of fire, in comparison to the color. The average-length heap travels down her back and to the small of her back, where her waist connects with her hips. Her hair is rather thick, and is usually hard to comb through or style. All that aside, she often receives compliments on how it makes her look more mature, but she doesn’t see what others see in it. To Lenora, it’s a mess of curls. Her eyes compliment her hair color, being the coolness to the flame that resides on top of her head. Their ocean blue color shows her inter calmness, with a slight swirl of grey around the edges of the pupil. Often compared to a lion due to her large mane and fierce expression her facial expression could be compared to that of a cat’s. Her eyes are slanted slightly, with a narrow, almond shape. Outlined with natural dark, long eyelashes, they curl outwards, leaving them facing outwards when her eyes are closed.

Often dashed with a slight amount of makeup, her eyelids are very salient, almost the same size as her actual eyes. She’s not too keen on wearing an overabundance of lip gloss due to the excessive taste, but she’ll glaze it on once in a while to make sure her lips stay moist. Lenora’s teeth are one of her other problems—they seemed to be overlapping another in one way or another, especially in her molars. Besides from that, she has an overbite from where she has bitten on her art materials while concentrating. Never smiling showing her teeth often helps it stay a secret. When she wakes up in the morning and goes to her wardrobe, multiple colors and patterns are often found inside. Plaids, argyle, polka dots—you name it and she’ll wear it. Her eccentric choice of outfits are usually mismatched, and she prefers for them never to match. Dressing unique is something she’ll always loved to do, and it often shows in the harsher seasons, like summer. Sporting a sweater and jeans isn’t something that is normally worn during the hot seasons, but she describes her choice of dressing by saying, “If I wear short sleeves and shorts, my skin will flare up into flames. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” Even when she seems to be wearing something relatively normal, berry stains or paint splatters are often covering her clothes. She doesn't care though, not caring how others view her.</sup>

<sup>Grown and raised in a very friendly, upbeat household, it’s not a surprise Lenora ended up the way she did. A natural thinker, she has extreme intelligence for the unknown, and brings subjects up with her unique theories. She can become very overbearing at some points, to the point where others just want her out of their head, their sight, etc., but besides that, she’s a nice partner to study with, or to brainstorm ideas with. No matter what others think about her, she has a big heart, and a love for nature and the creatures that reside within it. Once in a while, Lenora can be very violent and go on a temper tantrum, but most of the time she’s as calm as a pond with no fish.

Besides her small tantrums, Lenora is easily irritated and hates to have others disturbing her. Even when a fly comes along, she’ll take time out of whatever she’s doing to go and hunt it down. Often paranoid by the small things around her, she usually resorts to going to extremes to make others aware of what she will and what she won’t deal with. Other than those flaws, Lenora is a decent person. She works well in a group environment, and can easily make friends. She’s very mild with her language, and will often throw out the “a-word” or the “h double hockey stick,” but she never throws the “f-bomb” or the “b-word,” as she likes to call them.

A very skilled artist she is, and the way she creates her art makes it all the more beautiful. She covers her hands and arms with berry juice and paints, and slowly carves around the canvases. Ever since she was a child she’s enjoyed painting, but her parents want her in the training centers instead. While she doesn’t believe she would be very lucky in the area, her camouflage and flexibility come in handy on a daily basis. Lenora can be very strong with her belief systems, and hates it when others disagree with her on certain subjects such as politics and religion. Raised by a peacekeeper mother, she was brought up to always obey the rules and laws of Panem. She is very convincing, using her sneakiness and stealth to get her way. She often leads people to believe she's innocent, when she's not.</sup>

<sup>Lenora was born to a loving couple of district two. Her parents, Delia and Cole Grimstone, were both forty two when Lenora’s oldest brother was born. They were forty nine when Lenora was born. Growing up in the suburbs of district two was a simple thing for Lenora—she didn’t have chores, she was spoiled by her parents, and she has the best of the best in district two. Her mother, a peacekeeper, was often stationed in district eight for long periods of time, so she often lived with her brother and father most of the time. Around the age of three, Lenora took a deep interest in art, and was determined to find a new way to create masterpieces like the ones she saw on the television from the capitol. By the time she was around five years old, her father made her put down the paint and crayons and threw her into the training centers. She proved herself worthless wherever strength came involved, but her stealth and camouflage skills came in use. She studied hard at school, determined to earn her crayons and art supplies back by showing her father that she could be successful in the area.

By the time she was around thirteen and wasn’t reaped, her father gave in and returned her art supplies to Lenora. She threw out the crayons, giving them to some of the younger children in the neighborhood, but kept the paints. By this time, her brother had quit walking her to school, but her father didn’t trust her to be around the other children. She began walking home on a trail that cut straight through the forestry areas of district two and her home. One day something went wrong—or right. Taking one wrong step, she tripped and rolled down the hill and into an abandoned cave-like burrow. It seemed to be the abandoned home of a bear of some sorts, and she returned the night after to see if another animal had claimed it. When she discovered no sign of life within the cave, she set her art supplies down, and convinced her father that she’d given up art afterwards.

Every day, after school she began to travel down to the burrow, and paint her canvases inside of it. She made up multiple excuses why she was home late, and would ask to go out sometimes after school. In a full year, she spent half of her home time away from home—and at the little burrow. She began wandering the library two blocks away, and researching cave systems, and art materials that would work on stone. Picking berries for her paintings became a normal thing, and she left the remainders with her father after the day was over. It was around this time that she began to show her mischievous side. When she would get in trouble with her mother or father, she would escape out her window and wander off into the night to find the burrow. She would sleep there, and then go to school the next morning with a spare pair of clothing she’d packed. When she turned fourteen, her brother got in an argument with her mom’s acquaintance, a fellow peacekeeper, and smacked him across the face, beat him to the ground and sliced his wrist open after feeling the suspicion that he was having an affair with his mother. He was arrested, and sentenced to death by the president. After those days went by, Lenora’s mother and father began to settle down, hoping their daughter wouldn’t go down the same path as her brother did. Inside of Lenora, her brother speaks to her every night, leading her down the path to the road ahead of her—at least, that’s what Lenora inquires.</sup>

<sup>odair

FACECLAIM // Ebba Zingmark</sup>