Zantedeschia District 7

First looking at Zantedeschia she is short in height standing and 5'1. So typically she is easily over looked. She has an average body type weighing 100 pounds exactly. Her curves are something that genetics blessed her with not food. Having a nice hour glass shape to her.

Z has long brown hair and striking green eyes. Her skin is tanned by being outside for long hours during the day. When she was younger her skin would easily burn but as the years passed her skin has become a natural darker tone and no longer burns from the long hours spent out doors. Although due to the prior burns her back is permanently scarred causing her to cover herself as much as she can. The scars cover her entire back from her shoulders down to her waist.

The scars on her back are the only ones that Z has not come to accept. So typically she covers as much as she can manage to depending on the weather. Wearing t-shirts and sweat shirts to cover them. She usually wears jeans due to the terrain and a pair of old worn down military styled boots she has scavanged from her old home. Finally growing into them she tends to stick with what she has and not worry about trying to get new things. Her clothes are old and worn but usually clean due to Mya and her attempts to make her presentable telling her that if she don't try no boy will ever fall in love with her and she needs to have a family of her own now.

Z tends to remain quiet and keeps to herself. She does not trust anyone easily, due to her past. Although once she does trust someone they have her trust for an eternity. She is kind hearted although some would think that she was "cold and distant". Which could be true is certain circumstances.

Z has a hard exterior to the world, allowing few things to affect her, and allowing herself to care as little as she possibly can at the things that take place in her world. There is no escape for her anymore. Her life will be forever changed since the tragedy with her family. The few who do know her however would say that she is kind hearted and one of the best friends you could have, it just takes work getting there.

Z enjoys to sit back or up in a tree or in another place unseen to watch others around her. To watch the daily life that takes place, the life that she feels is passing her by, but yet the life that seems to boring to catch her interest. She has never been outside of her District and that drives her mad from time to time. Feeling confined and restrained from the rest of the world. It is like an animal in a trap, first you fight it and finally when you realize nothing will change you give up.

Z is somewhere between fighting and giving. She has not decided which yet and that effects her mood greatly. The days that she is social she can be a spit fire of sorts and a smart mouth. She is no stranger to pain or punishment to her it is all merely a part of her nightmare she lives in.

The tragedy that plagues Zantedeschia's life is the only thing she recalls from her so called child hood. Both of her parents worked in the forests chopping down trees and what not. Then the "accident" happened. Taking both of their lives. No one ever really told her what exactly took place that day. Since then her neighbor took her in.

The elderly woman Mya was always like a grandmother to Z. Now with old age she is continually sick and that adds more stress on Z. When her parents first passed away she was placed into a foster home of sorts until Mya had discovered what had happened, but before the woman saved her Z had already been changed.

While in the foster care she was beaten daily and food was kept from her. The nightmares still plague her at times especially with Mya's current health. Z tries to forget her past as much as she possibly can but some days it is impossible. The scars still wrap around her abdomen, wrists and ankles where she had been bound for periods of time. Although she has grown to like them it has taken her years to come to that decision. To be a survivor and a fighter and not a victim or slave to the acts placed against her.

When Z turned seventeen Mya passed away forcing her to either find work or return to foster care. She was old enough that she wouldn't be forced back into foster care and she only had a few months left till she turned eighteen. So with her new found independence she went out in search of a job, learning a few different trades she managed to find a job working as a carpenter. It wasn't the most feminine job ever but it was work and it would buy her food and pay the bills.

Finally turning eighteen Z was able to relax a little. Only one more year would her name be in the reaping and then she would no longer have to worry about it any more. Although she was now hearing rumors of an uprising of rebelion. Z had finally found something to hope for. Having lost everything else she finally felt like she was finding air to be able to breathe again.