Sercket Guardaine | District 3 | WIP

I don't rely upon anyone to tell me how beautiful I am. I know I'm beautiful. Everyone can tell by looking at someone if society would really consider them attractive, and I know they would and do think I am. Not many people have ever really commented on my appearance, but maybe that's because they know I'll hurt them if they say anything slightly offensive.

I stand a little over five feet, three inches tall and weigh no more than one hundred and twenty pounds. Most of my weight shows up in my thighs, but not enough to where anyone has called me thunder thighs. My legs are long in comparison to the rest of my body, but my arms are still too short to reach some areas. My hands are incredibly tiny, but I have very sharp nails. Don't fuck with me. Really.

I have one of those appearances where people assume you're younger than you really are. I've never had a strong facial structure, my face being almost perfectly round with a small point for a chin. My skin is soft for the majority of the year, but it tends to dry out and break out during the winter months. But who can blame me? At least I'm not one of those teenagers that has to live with acne all year round, right?

My hair is a medium brown color, and while it does tend to darker in the winter time, it never darkens enough to notice. I'm not even sure it does—perhaps my skin just pales out. I always keep my hair down or in a simple braid because I love the feeling of my hair falling over my shoulders or flowing with the wind during a soft breeze. If the wind is hard enough to make my dresses flap in the air you can but I'm rolling that braid up into a tight bun on the side of my head. My eyes are no different from the norm—rounded and hazel.