TIGRIS REX, DISTRICT ONE {FIN}

( N A M E ) Tigris Rex
( A G E ) Thirteen
( G E N D E R ) Female
( D I S T R I C T / A R E A ) District One

( A P P E A R A N C E )

Tigris has inherited flaming hair, dotted skin and sea-blue eyes like most of her family. Her hair reaches her rib-cage, waving down like a waterfall. Her freckles cover her face, and she used to think they're cute, but to her, they aren't attractive now. Her eyes are blue like the sea and big. Her skin is fairly tan, and awfully soft. Her nose and ears are mouse-like; small and pointy.

Her legs and arms are skinny and short. Her toes and fingers are long and thin. Tigris feels like her feet are too big, and that she has "man-hands". Her voice is sweet and delicate - like if she raises it, it could break glass - and high-pitched.

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

Living in District One has its perks. Such as having the ability to be a Career. Tigris - and pretty much the rest of her family - train regularly at the center. She prefers weapons like spears.

Although defensive at times, Tigris is really a nice, charming person. She knows how to laugh and have a good time. She knows her boundaries and doesn't test them. A lot of adults find her kind and helpful, and maybe because she is.

Depending on her mood, Tigris either relies on others or shuts herself in her room. Most of the time, Tigris prefers to be with her older siblings. The younger ones annoy her immensely - even though she's practically like them - and can't stand them. When Tigris is mad or upset, she won't even want to see Tigirius.

When she gets comfortable with someone, her mouth is like one of those mechanical toys. If you wind her up, she'll keep going and going. Tigris either talks a lot when she likes someone a lot, or this situation is really awkward.

Tigris gets annoyed easily. At her younger siblings and people that are rude. She's getting to that age where she can

( H I S T O R Y )

When Tigris was born, her brothers were butting heads and it hasn't stopped sense. Not that that has haven affected her life in a big way, or not that the fights have ever been over the top, but her brothers' fighting taught her a lot; where the cheap-shots were, how to get someone down on the ground (and stay there), and how to throw a punch. Of course, in some battles, nurture wins over nature, and Tigris adapted to her brother's ways. Observing their moves, how they deflect the punches and how they throw them. And after each fight, how they laugh it off and drink a soda together. Of course, Tigris has never tried hand-to-hand combat, and doesn't intend on it. A punch must be a worth death than a knife, because at least a knife will take quicker.

Even if Tigirius was always one of the main suspects of the fights, and Tigris doesn't admire fighters that much, she has always looked up to her brother as a role model. They way he scoops up all of the kids as his own, probably since all the parents are gone most of the day (because it isn't easy to support such a large family). Also, the way her brother can let go of his anger so easily - or so it seems most of the time in the house - is somewhat of a mystery to him, and Tigris envies her oldest brother's ways.

Living in District One means one thing (or else you're at the bottom of the food chain); training. Everyone is Tigris's family trains, but not as much as some of the others. She tries to train as much as possible, and tends to work with spears more than any other weapon, and she especially favors the trident. It's just that she knows if she'll ever kill anyone with it, it'll connect the two for a millisecond, unlike a harpoon or bow and arrow, where even if it is a mere five feet, the two people couldn't feel sadness for one another. They couldn't feel what the other person is feeling when their time comes.

What Tigris lacks in training - like the range of weapons she can use - she makes up for it in school. When Tigris isn't training or spending time with her family, she's usually in her room studying. She likes being smart, because she knows she can't make a living off of training her whole life.

And during the times when her siblings fighting or the stress of school and training is just too much, Tigris finds her only escape in her back yard, up in the tree located in the corner. The grass back there seems to grow slowly, attempting to reach the sky, but it's always cut short again. And during the times when the grass is crinkly and as dry as the summer, Tigris stomps her feet to hear the crunches. But, she loves it most of all, she loves when the grass is moss-green and as wet as a dog's nose, because she can just walk and her feet will soak into it, like something can just absorb her anger right up. And as she climbs up the tree using the wooden planks her dad put in the trunk, she feels like each foot is a hundred feet, and she wants to get as far away as possible. So she steps into the opening at the top of the ladder, where the tree splits into three or four big, thick branches, and enters the treehouse. Around the perimeter of the treehouse, you'd see many things. Drawings from when she was five or so still hang lopsidedly from one of two thumbtacks. A bin of the crayons and markers still linger in one of the corners. Along the walls you might also find drawings engraved into the light-brown surface of messy ocean waves or a distorted forest that resembles the so many she saw in the Games. Books and magazines are spread across the floor, most pages on the verge of being ripped out (or already are). But, the most suspicious out of all the tools in her treehouse is the trident leaning against the corner, and two dummies right next to it. Apparently, the dad bought them for her when she was little, and she brought the trio up here. And even though she doesn't own the treehouse, not a lot of the others venture up there. It's her place, and no one can touch her there.

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