Re: Amber Frost | District 10 [WIP]

Amber Frost
District Ten

My name is Amber Frost and I'm sixteen years old. Unfortunately, I got stuck living in the nowhere we call District 10, though I guess you can say it's better than the two districts even further away than we. Out here there's more horses than people, and more drunks than sobers. We're generally overlooked by the Capitol, though our ranching industry is probably the most important in Panem. Within our district, I'm somewhere in the middle. Not the poorest, not the richest, no Bambi but no bad-girl either. But I, like everyone in our small little town, has my secrets and stories to tell.

I consider myself a pretty decent-looking person. I don't mean to say I'm drop-dead gorgeous, but if so many people tell you your pretty, it has to be at least a bit true. My height's pretty average, 5' 6", and I'm on the skinnier side with about 115 lbs on me. I'm a bit pale for spending all day in the sun, and, despite the labor, I don't have much muscle. I like to think that my speed and nimbleness make up for it, though.

I have long, wavy, medium-brown hair that parts on the side. My face and features are slightly angular, and many say I resemble a nymph or an elf. I have long, dark, eyelashes, and thin, light-brown eyebrows. I have a small mouth and tend to bite my lip when I get nervous. But in my opinion, my best features are my eyes, which are a bright sky-blue.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but if that's true, I wouldn't be standing here today. I'm always peering around corners, searching for secrets and the unknown. I guess I think someday I'll find something important, something life-changing. But I never do. Anyways, I'm an adventurer at heart, and I love trying new, dangerous, things just for the fun of it.

To be honest, sometimes I actually wish I was part of the bloody massacre the Capitol calls the Hunger Games. Even if I died the very first day, I would have truly felt alive for those measly sixty seconds before I was torn to shreds. It's not a bad way to die, and I would be sparing somebody else's life from my district in the process. Then again, maybe I should give the spot to someone who actually has a chance of winning.

When it comes to brains, I'm one of the smartest in town. When I'm not doing chores or running and riding around town in search of some adventure, I'm reading, learning about everything there is to learn about this world. I have plenty of cunning and tact, and it doesn't take long for me to twist situations in my favor. At the same time, I'm not afraid to say exactly what I'm thinking, which has gotten me into trouble more than a couple times. I'm not one to be angered easily, but when I am, start running, because all hell's about to break loose.

There was nothing unusual about my childhood. I was born and raised on an ordinary farm, relatively close to the center of town. My family's lived in this house since my great-great-granddaddy built it from the charred remains of what stood here before the revolution. Before then stood one of the bunkers for District 10, but obviously it wasn't that a great of a bunker, as it was quickly blown to pieces. At least, thats what Ma and Pa say happened.

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