Emiko Hayashi [D4] Finished

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My family was unknown to me, or are for the most part now. I was born in District 13, the annihilated district. My parent's were traitor's to Panem. Or at least...that's what I was told to think. The Capitol found me, a small child, and spared my life. They thought I would be more use to them alive. Unknown to many, I was tucked away in the Capitol for many years. I left them and joined District 4.We don't kill for sport, or our own amusement. But, yes I was taught a lot of thing's at the Capitol.

The girl they paired me with was another refugee. She is not my birth sister though we look so much alike they call us sister's and forced me to adopt her legal last name...well, the one they gave her anyway. We have been together as partners in crime ever since I turned 10. Some claim we are a little too close for comfort.

I spend my day's in District 4 though we do have a license that allows us to travel without penalty. Yes, it might be fake but we have yet to be caught for it. And honestly...two sweet girl's are less likely to get caught claiming they're visiting x relative who is dying or something. Some Peacekeeper's are so stupid. Looking back on my life some would ask if I had any remorse for my action's...I used to think I would. But, trained at such a young age I do not feel I have any. These people...they deserved death...maybe worse I think. As you probably want to know...my first kill was my boyfriend. He tried to run away from the District's and I put an arrow through his skull. I sometimes dream I was bathing in his blood.

Now, I model and act for the Capitol. My parent's were well...placed in District 4. One was an ex-wander who turned herself in for registration. The father is a Peacekeeper. He knows what we do. Our dear father is a fool. He doesn't like to kill and as we had the training both me and my sister took up the job. He brings them in...we torture, get information, and sometimes kill. I suppose they wanted our father to keep his job...so they gave him two orphan girl's instead who could do it in all but name for him. In essence in order to protect our father and his position we had no choice but to do what we did. I do applaud how clever they are.

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Personality wise I would say I can be cold. I hate encountering people who say I can not do something. It just makes me more determined to prove that I can. Singing, acting, it all feel's normal to me now. Though I do go through period's of temper issue's which usually require my sister to help me through them. It's not a fun topic and I really don't think you want to know more. So, moving on.

I kind of want to be in the games. Yes, people die. I get that. But, I've seen a lot of death in my time and it really doesn't bother me anymore. I've accepted that I'll die someday. I want to make sure I'm going out with a bang though. The day I day no one will ever forget my name. If it's televised well...that should make it more exciting, right?

Some also call me evil, a bit of a perfectionist and I've even been given nicknames. I think to date my favorite is "The Spawn of Evil." It amuses me to no end really. I do hope the next one I have to torture gives me a more...hmm...how should I say...original name?

I will say this...you mess with me and I'll end you...literally.

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I love my clothes. Designer of course. Practical at worst. I hate thing's that look like they came from the poor house. I'm not a pauper...not on this pension. I wear my hair in different style's. So sue me...I get bored sometimes. Sometimes I wear it up in a ponytail...sometimes curled in ringlet's. Do I consider myself to look perfect? Well... with the money people invest in me I sure hope the center did a good job. I have no blemish unless I place it there myself. And I'm not sure why I'd want to...yet anyway.

Though I'm standing right before you I suppose you want a physical. That's fine. I'm 5'7, weigh around 110 pounds. Yes, I'm thin. Get over it. I have long black hair and dark eyes...no shocker there I'm sure. I tend to have a fair complexion and well...hate sunburn. For some reason both me and my sister suffer from the 'I don't tan I burn syndrome.'

Sometimes I wonder if I'm anorexic. Having to keep a stage presence and a working job is tough enough. Not to mention the stress every time the reaping comes around. I don't suppose there are many type's of Career's in District 4. Yet, if I was ever chosen...I've heard the camera adds on weight.

You know, I think that about covers it.
Lyrics: "The Secret Door"by Evanescence