caro johannas :: 9 (wip)

Name: The name is Caro, just call me that.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
Appearance:

I am of an average height, my bones never truly towered upon the others, but they never shrunk to the point of meeting the ants.

People tell me that I have my mother's beauty and my father's strength, well for whatever that means I should be grateful for it. Despite my very slim frame and rather average face, I do not know where they draw their conclusions from, but I guess they are being rather nice and familiar.

My hair. Hair, something I seems to define me on more occasions than one. At this moment the golden locks are loosely hanging from my scalp to my mid-back. My parents complain that it will get in the way, well when that day comes then I will kill it's length, but until then it is not harming anything or anyone.

My clothing is simple, very simple. Since my home district is not truly bathing in riches, the fabrics that the upper districts wear on their bones are not on mine. I mostly stick to the darker earth tones, something that is easy to wear and help me blend in; what was taught to me as a young girl has paid off.

Personality:

quiet:

Most never truly talk to me, I am not a idle chatter. My lips never truly open to let words out unless I have to, but it does not mean that I am rude. No, I am just mostly to myself, swimming in my own thoughts and treading upon my own memories.

generous:

Despite my lack of speech, I am very generous. I know that this trait either stemmed from my father or mother, but either way it does help establish some kind ground with strangers, it does help build up some trust. Since I was a young child I gave away a lot, which may have bit me in my rear on down the line, but since the world around me is unforgiving, the dial has turned down a bit.

bookworm:

I try my best to get my hands on any read, it is not easy to find something decent to read, since most choose to callous their hands with the machine than to sit down with ink and parchment to write something- but someone will hopefully fill in that needed position, but until then I store wither pages of former classics and contemporaries under my cot.

I do find a few former hunting and survival books laying around the shack, and my father's memoir and journal. Those rusty pages does somehow give me a peace of mind with my former blood ties.

untrusting:

I do not trust a soul outside my family. It is true, and something that was instilled with me as I have seen child after child disappear and never return back home. Of course I will never trust that I will live into my early twenties, it is a chance that caused this seed to be planted in me.

But, someone can come along and change my mind- but not completely. It is always an ink stain of worst-case scenarios that inch in my mind, something that becomes more consuming with each and every year. Most call it trust issues, but you need it in this dark age, can't get yourself tied too taut to someone- it is too dangerous.

selfish:

Selfishness can save someone's fleeting life, but it is not guaranteed to be the most pleasurable trait. Whatever is mine I will make it known, but in my own special way. If I make some sort of friend or meet that companion, I do become very selfish, anchoring into a rather false reality that maybe they could truly be just my own, but in most cases it never happens like that.

History:

Caro Johannas, the daughter of the wild and the night of eve.

It was a cold night, the puny fires could not keep the bleak rooms of the crumbling shack warm with it's warm breath.

Snow would seep in from the cracks and land on the grungy, woolen blanket, that was made in haste. (TBC)

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