Callista Bauer ∞ District 4 (FINISHED)
Jun 3, 2012 17:17:28 GMT -5
Post by Birdy∞ on Jun 3, 2012 17:17:28 GMT -5
Callista "Callie" Bauer
Age: Sixteen. Young, wild and not-so-free.
Gender: Last time I checked, female
District/Area: The sunny District 4[/center][/color]
Personality:
Age: Sixteen. Young, wild and not-so-free.
Gender: Last time I checked, female
District/Area: The sunny District 4[/center][/color]
Appearance:
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I say natural beauty is the best beauty. I don’t think a lot of people agree with me, and I guess that’s why capitol citizens make me wanna barf. They are not humans.
I may not be the prettiest girl around in a guy’s perspective, but I consider myself pretty average. I got my hair from Nana; it’s long and wavy (hard to tame, by the way) and it’s a nice blonde-brown color which glows gold in the sunlight. When I was little I used to let it grow as long as it could, but since I’m growing a little tired of it, I’m considering chopping it off. Not so sure yet, though.
My eyes are the average District 4 color; it’s pale snow blue with olive green streaks close to my pupil. Around my eyes, long and full brown lashes decorate my face. It actually makes me look a lot more deer-in-the-headlights-like. I haven’t waxed my eyebrows since the past reaping, so they’re a little hairy and messy. My nose is narrow and straight; a little crooked due to an accident when I was little, involving a mockingjay and a swing. Don’t ask how. My lips are like any other lips, although my lower lip is fuller than my upper one.
Even though I come from sunny District 4 and its residents’ are usually pretty tanned, I am not. My skin is unnaturally fair and creamy white, given the times I spend indoors more than outdoors. I’m not a great swimmer either, so I don’t visit lakes and beaches that often.
I’m short; like really short. About 5’5 give or take. My legs are long and skinny but fairly fit and muscular-looking, filled with a couple of scratches and bruises. My torso isn’t the exception. There’s a big diamond-shaped scar above my left breast, and it was caused by me accidentally tripping over a tree root and stabbing my stomach with an old anchor. It was… painful and not my best memory. Let’s just say that everywhere I go, trouble always seems to find me. My stomach is flat and fit, and my breast it a normal average size (or so I want to believe. It’s actually pretty small). My arms are long and skinny too, but pretty fit altogether. Nevertheless I still manage to look starved even though I’m well fed. Trust Nana and her skinny looks.
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Personality:
I’m not perfect.History:
I’ll annoy you, tick you off, say stupid things, and then take them back, but put all that aside and you’ll never find a person like me.
I’m unique in my own out-of-this-planet kind of way. When I’m all by myself I tend to sing out loud and dance around, not being the least shy. My mom used to tell me that every time I sang, the citizens of Panem all stopped what they were doing, and listened to my voice. But of course, she was my mom and even if I sang horribly, she’d still tell me that.
When I’m around my Nana, I’m mostly quiet. But we both love to sing so we don’t need words to communicate with each other. Let’s say I’m really sad and Nana wants to know why, so I start humming sad tunes and she gets the hint. It’s how our relationship works. No words, more music.
I got no friends. Why? Well it’s because I’m the girl who spends more time helping her grandfather make tridents and fishing nets, than swimming and actually fishing outside. Nor do I flirt (or know how to) with the opposite sex whatsoever. I only consider the stray dog that comes by our shop in the afternoon begging for food something close to a friend. We are still building our relationship.
Most people from my school think I’m quiet, weird and a book-eating girl. They don’t know half of my story and yet they judge me for what their eyes see. I’m not good with talking to kids my age, just the occasional client that comes by my grandparents’ shop to buy something.
I get mad pretty often. I don’t actually know how to control it pretty well. I got that trait from my dad. I don’t want to talk about him. I mostly got my mother’s kind persona. I like helping little kids, and exploring around our District when I’m not inside working.
I don’t like school, but I guess nobody does either, so it’s not a surprise for me. I’m intelligent…ish; not the best student around, but not the worse either.
Altogether, I’m not your average sixteen year old girl. And I’m damn as proud of it.
It was January 31, and a huge storm covered most parts of District 4. It was that day that I was born inside my grandparents’ house. My mom always told me that when I was born, and she saw me for the first time, she immediately fell in love with me. She said I could perfectly fit in my father’s bare hand. She said that I was so tiny I could get lost inside the laundry. She named me Callista, which in ancient Greek meant “most beautiful”. My dad wanted to name me Clemence, and I’m starting to feel glad he didn’t name me that.[/blockquote][/justify]
I started talking when I was about a year old. My mom told me that I never spoke like a baby, and that I always spoke loud and clear. She would be disappointed that know I don’t even utter a single word. I learned how to swim before I learned how to walk. My dad wanted me to become a fisher like him, and he told my mom how important it was for me to learn how to swim as soon as possible.
My mom taught me how to sing when I was three. She taught me simple lullaby songs first and when I started growing up, she increased the difficulty of the songs she taught me. She even wrote a book with hundreds of songs for me to learn when I grew up. I would give anything in this world to hear her sing again.
I was nine years old when my parents died in a fishing accident. They were both one of the best fishers around town, and their death was mourned my many. It completely devastated me. I had to move out of my house and into my grandparents’ so they could take care of me, and so that the Capitol wouldn’t take me away from home and into an Orphanage.
I was depressed for three years straight. I was afraid to swim, and I used to harm myself, but I stopped. My Nana was always there for me when I needed her the most and I realized that she wouldn’t be there for long, so I stopped for her and for me. I decided to quit being a weakling, and start to put up a strong façade. It actually worked.
I turned into a completely different person. I started to sing again, to talk again, to dance again, and to go to school again. I even started swimming. My dad once told me that everything happens for a reason, it doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. I believe my parent’s death was meant to be. It helped me find myself all over again make me a more independent woman.
I still miss them like hell, and sometimes I cry to the sky for them, asking why they took them from me when I needed them the most. But I know that they won’t come back. I know that I am the one who has to make the most out of their life, so when I die and see them again, they will be proud of me for something.
I got closer to my grandparents. Nana taught me how to make a fishing net, along with complicated knots. My grandfather taught me how to mold iron, and copper. He taught me how to use a spear and a trident. He also taught me how to fish propetly (I swear if District 4’s food supplies had depended on me before, they would all had starved sooned or later).
I became a different person. I finally became me.
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[/color][/right][/size]“It’s funny how day by day, nothing changes. But when I look back, everything is different.” Callista Bauer