Iris Barlow District 9

Iiris looks like the typical girl from District 9. She has shortish, deep brown hair and fair skin and isn't tall at all. Even though she is still growing slowly, Iris stands at 5"4, and honestly? She only expects to grow up to 5"6, which is the same height as her mother. None of her grandparents were really that tall apart from her great grandfather Jim, who was just over 6ft, though that gene died out after her mother.

One of Iris' main features would be her deep blue eyes that she inherited her eyes from her Granny Gretle, who lived not too far from the Barley's area of District 9 before she died. Many people often compare her looks to her grandmother's from when she was a child. That wasn't the only thing Iris inherited from her - Gretle adored writing poetry. So does Iris!

You'll most commonly see Iris wearing a faint purple cardigan and dark brown slacks. Her jacket is usually messily tucked in, though Iris doesn't really mean for it to happen, it just does. Iris never tries to look scruffy, but she can't help it!

At a very young age, Iris' father had been a large influence on how she would act. He made sure that whilst he was still around, she focussed on her studies to get a better job than he had - Tom Barley wasn't going to have his daughter waste her life away in the fields. His effect wore off as she grew up, though.

In school, Iris was one of the girls who didn't give three fishes if a teacher didn't like her. If something pissed her or her friends off, they'd be the first to cook up a storm about it. Although that doesn't necessarily mean she's mouthy. Iris knows when enough is a enough.

After leaving school, Iris was automatically sent to work in the corn fields scything the produce. Mother was always insistent on making sure Iris could use a scythe, in case she was ever reaped for the games rather than cutting produce accurately.

Once upon a time, Iris was a little quiet girl who sat in the corn fields to catch the sun. Sometimes with a few friends, others with a nice big book in her hands. Of course that was before she grew up. She can't stand those darn fields now. No, instead she'd rather be tearing down some banner praising the capitol with a mob of friends and cutting holes in the fence with some of her dad's old tools.

Iris is into creepy stuff. She and her best friend Sara McCaw get kicks out of checking out old buildings - especially those creepy old mills from the early days. There is one in particular - Honeysgay Mill that stands north in the district that creeps them out the most. Rumour has it the miller that ran it had to watch his wife and kids get shot down by peacekeepers before being battered to death himself. Apparently his ghost is supposed to haunt it, but they don't believe that.

Don't get me wrong, Iris doesn't want to get reaped.