Tenisha District 11 (WIP)

My name is Tenisha Gordon. I prefer to go by Isha.

I have been alive 17 years

Last time I checked I'm a female.

My home is in district 11

Appearance

I stand five foot nine inches tall, and I weigh one hundred fifty pounds. I have long, curly, dark brown hair that falls to my waistline. I usually keep my hair in a single braid down my back. I have dark brown eyes. I have a very dark complected skin tone. I am built for strength over speed.

My head is an oval shape coming to point at my chin. I have a point chin. I hate it, but I deal with it. My hair is usually in a single braid falling down my back. When it's not in the braid, my hair falls to my waistline; however, when my hair is in a braid, it falls a few inches above my waist. My ears are small and normal. Most would say I can use them for excellent hearing. My eyes are not far below my hair line. My eyes are round and small. The color dark brown surrounds my pupil. My nose is too large for my face. It's out of proportion. With my nose and my chin, I feel like not a single person in the world would look at me. My lips are small. I almost always have a smile on. My voice is shy and innocent. Most would think a five year old is talking when I speak.

My shoulders are square and I stand straight and proud. I don't know what else to do. My arms are muscular from moving heavy bags of the fruit that is harvested. I don't have slim arms like most would like, but they are there. I use them to my advantage. These arms are capable of lifting one hundred twenty pounds. My arms are dark from being in the sun so much. My hands are covered with scars. One in particular runs from the tip of my index finger to my wrist. I don't have the six pack abs most males would be proud of. In fact, I don't have very muscular abs at all. I'm skinny and slim. My ribs are sort of noticeable, but not to much. The bottom three ribs on both sides are able to be counted. I have an outie belly button. This is a part I wish I didn't have. Most can't see it, but it makes me feel self-conscious. Many would say I have a farmers tan from wearing a short sleeve shirt all the time.

My legs are long, and slightly muscular. My hips are in line with my shoulders. My thighs aren't huge, but you can see the muscles. My knees are skinny and appear to be wobbly with each step I take. I don't see how my skinny, wobbly knees can carry the rest of me. It's terrible in all reality, but I don't care. My calves are extremely skinny. I don't run much, so I don't have the need for strong calf muscles. I'm not capable of using these legs to climb, but I can use my knees to lift the heavy bags I carry. My feet are ugly. I have hobbit feet. My feet are small and hairy. I always have my feet covered up.

I am a very quiet person. I don't talk unless I have to. It's not that I'm afraid of talking to people, but I don't have anything to say. I learned a few years ago that it's best to remain quiet about whatever is on my mind. I'm not shy. I enjoy being around people. I feel alive when I'm around people. I'll talk to anyone who talks to me first. I refuse to start the conversation, but I'll go along when the other person talks.

I'm a team player. I enjoy working with people. I cooperate very well. I'm more of a follower than a leader. I listen to directions well. I know what I'm supposed to do. I don't like leading people. I don't know what I'm supposed to do in certain situations. If I follow the leader, if something fails, it can't be blamed on me. If I was the leader and something failed, I would be blamed and I don't like that.

I'm usually calm, cool, and collective. I usually listen to the other side of arguments before I make a decision. I do have a short temper though. It doesn't take much to set me off. I tend to act without thinking. I almost always regret it once I calm back down.. I try not to let my temper get the best of me, but it doesn't work well.

I'm a respectful person. I respect others even the ones I feel don't deserve my respect. I respect my elders as they help shape me in who I am today. Respecting others is a way a life. I was raised to respect people. I try to be honest with people, but sometimes I end up lying. I hate lying, but I feel it's for the best. I don't like hurting people, so I feel lying will protect them as long as they don't find out I have lied.