Liatris Siebold | District Eleven

NAME: Liatris Gloriosa Siebold.
AGE: Sixteen. Seventeen.
GENDER: Female.
LOCATION: District Eleven.
FACE CLAIM: Coming soon.

My story begins in a small house (it's so small it can barely pass as a house) by the orchards of District Eleven. My story is simple and non-tragic, and a little boring. I have two older siblings, Birch and Dahlia. I have one younger sibling named Snowdrop (it's a winter flower). When I was a mere infant, I had dark blonde curls sprouting from my scalp. My skin was fair and I had the chubbiest face ever and I had wide dark hazel eyes, like the color of the trees in a bayou. My family was a very poor family, and they didn't have the money to support all three of their children. We barely scraped by, eating less and less everyday, rationing our food. None of us were old enough to sign up for tesserae. For a year my family was in a famine, which caused all of us, including me, to be very frail and deathly skinny.

Luckily, my father got a new job when I was one year old and he made a little more money. My family and I got to eat more, which was nice. Still, we were hungry, like everyone else in District Eleven. Three years went by and we were alright, and then my little sister, Snowdrop, was born. We moved to a bigger house after her birth because there wasn't any room. The house was nicer than the last one, but I had to share a room with Snowdrop, and Birch and Dahlia had to share a room, too. By this time, my hair was like a wild haystack of tight curls and the dark blonde color darkened to light brown with gold undertones. My eyes stayed the same dark hazel. At this age I'd grown fond of nature. I would go outside everyday and pick flowers and make a crown out of them and put the crown on my head, or I'd weave the flowers into my hair. I still am quite the nature-lover.

I started working when I was six. Since I was out in the sun most of the day, my mother put buttermilk on my skin to keep it pretty and pale, and I stayed in the shade. I carried Snowdrop everywhere, and I'd weave flowers into her fine hair or make a flower crown. I was a boisterous child, always bursting with energy and happiness, although I had little money. You don't need money to be happy. As I ventured through the neighborhoods of my district, I saw things that made my little heart break. People starving, sick children, poor families, and much much more. After that experience, I started taking food and old clothes to give to the less fortunate. They called me the Giving Girl. People knew me for my helpfulness and benevolence.

When Snowdrop turned four, our bond grew very strong. I had grown very protective of Snowdrop. We were inseparable (we still are). Birch and Dahlia had developed a sibling rivalry and they always fought. I was the one to break up their fights (they got pretty serious sometimes). I have always liked peace. I am a very peaceful person. I celebrated my ninth birthday that August. Mom and Dad bought me a bracelet with butterflies and flowers engraved along the sides for my birthday. By age ten, I knew herbs by heart. I could list them all in my head without much thought. I had quick hands and I was skilled at climbing trees (Snowdrop always calls me squirrel because of it), and I was fast, but not very strong.

When I was twelve, I developed a love for books. My parents even bought me a book for my twelfth birthday. It's called The Tales of Tomorrow. It's an old leather-bound book that was around before the Dark Days. I read it in a matter of days. Whenever I got home from work, I'd read and read and read, because that's what I love to do. I read Snowdrop a bedtime story every night up until Snowdrop turned ten, and I was fourteen. By this point in life, I had grown a little bit tanner, but I was still pale compared to people of District Eleven. My hair grew longer and darker, and my thin nose got longer (which I was not pleased about). My face thinned out a lot, and I was finally rid of those chubby cheeks. I still had round eyes, but unfortunately I lost the curliness to my lashes, and they got a little shorter. At least I got prettier, though.

The fifteenth year of my life was filled with books and work and picking flowers with Snowdrop. Not very exciting. Now I'm sixteen and everything is still. I have no troubles, only bliss in my little home in District Eleven, picking flowers with Snowdrop and working in the orchards.