Tawny Blackcrown// District 4

Tawny's blonde locks hang down to her elbows in light waves that she usually ends up brushing straight. Her eyes are cerulean blue, much like the water that she loves so very much. Her body is short and compact, muscular but lean. Standing at five foot, five inches tall, she's fearsome in the water and on land.

Tawny has an explosive tempter when she's angry, and the easiest way to tell when she reaches that stage is through her body language. Her eyes turn grey, body growing tense before she explodes. Her body moves with intensity, a fierceness that her typical sweet self lacks. Her porcelain skin will flush red, and her voice raises slightly in pitch.

Tawny is typically one of the sweetest people you can meet. She's alluring, caring, and beautiful, an almost dangerous combination. Her smile is sweet, leading you in. For the most part, she is what she appears to be. The sweet girl next door with a passion for swimming. But there's more than one side to every person.

Anger is a hard emotion to trigger from Tawny, but when it does happen, all hell breaks loose. Anger clouds her mind, making her fearless; a loose cannon. Anger makes her see red, makes her unafraid of consequences. It changes who she is and reveals a person she's not all too fond of. She'll say things she doesn't mean, and at times can get physical. Her anger is the hardest thing for her to handle in her life.

Fear is her least favorite of her emotions. Fear is something that envelopes her so completely- immerses her, smothers her. Fear causes her to shut down, both physically and mentally. Fear is her biggest downfall. Tawny tends to be fearless- it takes a lot to get her to crack, but her fear levels can be crippling. It plays into her anxiety, but it's more than that- it's almost as if being afraid, makes her afraid. Her chest tightens and she gasps for air. She hates to be afraid. But who wouldn't?

Tawny grew up in District 4. She was taught at a young age how to swim, and craved the water on her skin. Any spare moment was spent in the water, though she couldn't help but catch her father's look of despair when he'd watch her swim. She didn't know it then, but he knew that her training would one day begin, and that the water would be her one and only asset.

By the time she turned 8, Tawny was in full blown training. Coming home covered in bruises wasn't unusual, though whoever was sparring with her usually walked away with identical markings. The only time she had a distinct advantage was in the water, where her instincts would kick in and help her 'save her life'.

At thirteen, the official training stopped. From then on out, it was up to Tawny to handle keeping herself in shape- mentally and physically. She still continues to run for miles, before diving head first into the sea. She keeps herself in top form, always afraid of the Reaping.