Jennifer Lee, District Seven

Jennifer Lee, District Seven Aug 23, 2013 8:25:08 GMT -5

Post by Molly on Aug 23, 2013 8:25:08 GMT -5

Jennifer Lee

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I'm sitting in a room,
Made up of big white walls and in the hall
There are people looking through
The window in the door
They know exactly what we're here for.

N A M E
She was named Jennifer by her mother for no other reason than the fact that she liked the name, though at first the name wasn't meant for her, it was meant for her older sister, who was stillborn. She therefore adopted the name and her father's surname, Lee, though her parents weren't married until two years after her birth.

A G E
Eighteen years of age, meaning that this is her last year as a possible tribute, though it's also her last chance at getting tesserae.

S E X
She is female and bisexual - attracted to men and women, though tends to have a preference to men.

D I S T R I C T
Born and raised in District Seven, the lumber district that makes anything and everything to do with wood. Since the age of fifteen, she's been working in the forests cutting down trees, and in the factories since a child.

Don't look up,
Just let them think
There's no place
You'd rather be

You're always on display
For people to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back,
Because this road is all you'll ever have.

A P P E A R A N C E
Though not tall, Jennifer is far from short, standing at 5'7. She's fairly slim, too, though would be much slimmer if she wasn't as muscular, as cutting down trees is a tiring job that strength is needed for. She is muscular in both her arms and legs, though this is not always apparent, and her appearance can often be perceieved as weak. It also probably helped that she had older brothers, and needed to defend herself. Her skin is pale and burns easily, though this often fades into a tan which only stays for a couple of weeks.

Jennifer has brunette hair that falls in unbrushed waves around her face and down to her shoulders. Her eyes are a dark brown and are framed by arched eyebrows and a full set of dark eyelashes, though they aren't very long. She has an oval face, almost circular, with dark lips often curved into a smirk and a slightly large nose, which her older brother, Steven, had been teasing her about her whole life. Her long fingers and bruised hands are covered in splinters, and are strong and have good grip from years of hard work and labor. She also has a long scar on the back of her left leg from a work accident - let's just say that no one should go into work drunk, especially if their job involves axes.

S T Y L E
Jennifer has a fashion sense that could only be called 'difficult to shop for', particularly her love of leather jackets, which aren't easy to come by. She only has two, both black, one of which is too small for her and covered in dirt as she's had it since she has fifteen, but she loves it. Her tops usually have spaghetti straps or short sleeves, as she doesn't like long ones, and her favourite t-shirt color to wear is purple. Though she rarely gets to wear them as they're restricting and it's much easier to work when you can move around, her favourite pair of bottoms are her dark skinny jeans. Over all, her favourite outfit consists of her black leather jacket and skinny jeans to match, with a purple ruffle top. She also wears a necklace almost all the time, of a bird and a bird cage. She's had it since she was eight, but no, it's not any of that 'sentimental value' bullshit, she just really likes the necklace.

And it's obvious you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh, open wide,
'Cause this is your night, so smile.
'Cause you'll go out in style.

If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, Separate from the world.
The constant battle that you have to fight.
Just blame the limelight.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
She has a big heart, though she can be bossy, judgemental, critical, sarcastic, insulting, rude- ahem, as I was saying, she has a big heart. She will look after those around her, and put their needs above her own, unless it is a matter of life or death. She has a soft spot for those who can't look after themselves, specifically children, animals and elderly. Her outlook on life depends on her mood - when angry, upset, etc., she tends to be pessimistic, and when happy she tends to be optimistic, though generally she would consider herself simply realistic.

She is responsible and capable of looking after herself and others, but can be immature and comes up with crazy ideas that would be labelled stupid if she ever went through with them, though the only reason she doesn't is because she doesn't have the time. She can't stand small talk, and sees it as a waste of time - everyone can clearly see what the weather is like if they go outside, so why as her?

She can be judgemental and hypocritical of others, and will often be mad at someone for doing something she would have done in the same situation. She is also fairly critical of herself, though keeps this to herself, as she likes to come across as carefree and unphased by anyone or anything. She is rarely genuinely hurt by insults, and her thick skin and heavy sarcasm often means that she will accidentally insult others who are more sensitive than her.

She is extremely sarcastic and overuses her jokes. Her sense of humor is, well, weird, and she adores puns and irony of any kind. Her relationship with her brother can also mean that she has little table manners, something which her mother has tried to fix, but she just can't kick the habit of digging into her food, especially if shes hungry. Another habit she has is biting her nails, which she has been trying to stop for years but never succeeded.

Don't look up,
Just let them think
There's no place
You'd rather be.

And now
You can't turn back
Because this road is
All you'll ever have.6

H I S T O R Y
Jennifer was the youngest of three, and the only girl, with two older brothers, Steven, who was ten years older and Roger, who was fourteen years older. She was considered the family's little 'miracle baby', after trying for three years and one stillborn child, Marissa and Patrick finally had a child, their first one together. Steven was Patrick's son with his deceased ex-wife, and Roger was the result of a man getting Marissa drunk one night at the age of twenty one. Jennifer was doted on by the whole family, particularly her mother who was overjoyed that she was a girl.

For the first four years of her life, Jennifer was the perfect little princess, wearing dresses everywhere and tying her hair in pigtails. It didn't last long however, as her brother's influence soon had her running around in the mud, getting her dresses ripped and dirty. By the age of six, Jennifer spent most of her time exploring and playing football with her brothers, who were very rough and took the game way too seriously. At eight, she got her first job in the factory, though the hours weren't very long. By now, however, Roger had moved out and gotten a family of his own, complete with two twin daughters, and Steven was too old to play with her, busy working.

It was that year that she got her first proper friend, Dylan, who worked in the same area of the factory as her. A hello led to a conversation, which led to a couple more, which soon led to a full on friendship. They would walk home together, their houses only a few minutes away, kicking a football back and forth on the way. When she was thirteen, Dylan asked her out and she rejected him, not even realizing before that he liked her. She didn't like Dylan a more than a friend, and already had a massive crush on a boy on her class, Niall.

Dylan wasn't happy with her answer, complaining that she had 'friendzoned' him, calling her names and yelling at her. She went home in tears, and every conversation they had from then on had been awkward and uncomfortable. A few weeks later she got another soon-to-be best friend, Michelle, who was a big influence on Jennifer in a way her mother approved of - Michelle was fairly girly. Whilst Jennifer convinced Michelle to let go, get muddy, play sports, Michelle convinced Jennifer that it's fun to dress up. Though polar opposites, the two were unseparable.

A year after they had become friends, at the age of fourteen, they lay on the roof of their school at night time, Jennifer's idea to sneak onto it. It was a small school with only one floor and little security, but the girls were still paranoid, particularly Michelle, who would freeze and duck every time someone walked past the school. They looked up at the stars, giggling and gossiping. In a moment of silence, Jennifer kissed Michelle, who then ran off. Jennifer was mortified, but the next day Michelle came around to her house and the girls dated for a month, before breaking it off and becoming 'just friends'. Their friendship wasn't as strong as before, but they were still friends, something which Jennifer hadn't been with Dylan.

When she was fifteen, she got a job in the forest, more difficult and with longer hours than the one in the factory, but with better pay. It was also the reason that she got so strong, and where she met some friends, Jason, Melissa, Connor and Evan. Her, Evan and Connor would practice fighting with the axe when no one was around, and though they were far from being as strong as the Careers, or as skilled, it made them feel more prepared for the Games so they continued to do so.

Jennifer still lives with her parents, with five niblings - Connie and Alice, aged eleven, Roger and Heather's children, and Daniel, aged seven, Cameron, aged four and Destiny, aged two, Steven and Georgina's children. Though she would love to settle down herself, she doubts she will anytime soon, as she doesn't have any romantic interests.

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide
'Cause this is your night.
So smile.

Yeah, yeah, you're asking for it
With every breath
That you breath in.
Just breath it in.

S O N G
Fences by Paramore, which I thought suited the Hunger Games, even though it may or may not go with this character ~~heh~~ so yeah.

O T H E R
The codeword is oDair and the face claim is Rachel Miner.[/blockquote]

Yeah, yeah, well you're just a big mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it.
I said let's see you walk it.

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