Lana, District 2

I'm a 14 year old girl, 5,2. I'm underweight due to the lack of food I receive everyday; 94 pounds. I have long blonde hair that I normally wear down. My eyes are a type of blue that are duller than a rainy day. Although I find myself hideous, I get a lot of complements on my beauty.
My skin is very pale, and very sensetive to the sun. When I was a child, I was bitten by a squirrel while playing in the trees. Ever since, I've had a huge red bite on my foot. That's the reason I always wear the same pair of socks every day after taking a shower. I usually wear the clothes thrown out by the more wealthy people of District 2.

I am considered intelligent by some of my friends. I'm okay with knives; FINE! I'm pretty good with them. I can juggle them, toss them at something with my eyes closed and hit the target and even kill something as small as an insect with them. I'd say I have pretty good accuracy.
I'm also a pretty good archer. I can shoot an apple and cut it right open from 30 meters away! Okay fine, I admit. My parents have me learn how to use some of the cutting weaponry so I can cut stuff. Don't judge me.
As I told you, I have a huge bite on my foot. That bite ruined my life, I can't run very fast. I always lost at freeze tag when I was a child. That's why I always believed in the saying, "Your best defense is a good offense". I wacked the person chasing me with a stick. Again, don't judge me.
Some people say my voice is dreamy, others say I sound drunk...

I was adopted when I was a child by two crazy people who wanted a child to train to be in the Hunger Games. They wanted to gain the wealth along with the victor; I know, selfish. My biological parents were killed while smuggling goods to sell for me at work. It was a tragic death. They were stabbed with knives until they stopped breathing.
As I child, I've been working. Labour, that's what it's called... I've been working at the bakery, I'm what they call a janitor. I don't really enjoy it, but the money I earn there buys me a small bowl of stew for my family and I to share. It's not much to eat in one day, but we survive.
Although my "family" doesn't do anything for me. I still live with them. I guess it's so I atleast have a roof over my head. My "family" plan on adopting another child if I die in the Hunger Games or grow to old without getting picked. If the second option happens, I'll be kicked out of the house. I'm hoping I get picked and their training helps me out.

FC is Lana Del Ray