olive jessamine bryan • d10 • fin
Mar 13, 2015 19:11:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 19:11:58 GMT -5
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Name
I was born with the name Olive Jessamine Bryan, but nowadays I simply go by Jessamine, or Jessa if you'd like.
Age
Thirteen, unfortunately. I'm all grown up now, at least grown up enough to chop cow insides with giant shiny knives. Grown up enough to be thrown into an arena with precisely twenty three other people. Grown up enough to be expected to chop up human insides with giant shiny knives.
Gender
Female.
District
I was born in district ten and I still live there now.
Appearance
Look at me. What do you see? Because of my extremely limited diet, I am basically lightly tanned, acne covered skin and fragile bones. It kills when I prepare meat with my father all day but get no real food in return; literally.
Instead of pessimistically dwelling on my food source, why don't we talk about my actual looks? We'll start with my round face. I have brown eyes that aren't too big or too small, and my often-used tear ducts are pointed downwards. They are accompanied by a few long eyelashes and thick dark brown eyebrows. My eyelids are thin but they do their job well enough, when I'm actually sleeping.
The bridge of my thin nose is straight, but the tip seems to be unsuccessfully attempting to reach for the sky. Looking down you'll notice my uneven light pink lips, often chapped by lack of water. My ears are relatively small, their lobes are attached and most definitely not pierced. There is also my chin that sticks out from the rest of my face; it's my ugliest feature, I would say.
Lowering down, there's my large neck, as well as, unfortunate as it is to say, flat chest. Anyone who saw me would think I looked eight instead of thirteen. A few moles and freckles adorn the skin above my chest plate, but they don't bother me much.
I don't exactly have an hourglass figure, more like a narrow stick that pokes out a little above the legs. I know I'm too young to really worry about my attractiveness, but it's hard not to when I see my reflection in puddles and the occasional mirror.
I was born with the name Olive Jessamine Bryan, but nowadays I simply go by Jessamine, or Jessa if you'd like.
Age
Thirteen, unfortunately. I'm all grown up now, at least grown up enough to chop cow insides with giant shiny knives. Grown up enough to be thrown into an arena with precisely twenty three other people. Grown up enough to be expected to chop up human insides with giant shiny knives.
Gender
Female.
District
I was born in district ten and I still live there now.
Appearance
Look at me. What do you see? Because of my extremely limited diet, I am basically lightly tanned, acne covered skin and fragile bones. It kills when I prepare meat with my father all day but get no real food in return; literally.
Instead of pessimistically dwelling on my food source, why don't we talk about my actual looks? We'll start with my round face. I have brown eyes that aren't too big or too small, and my often-used tear ducts are pointed downwards. They are accompanied by a few long eyelashes and thick dark brown eyebrows. My eyelids are thin but they do their job well enough, when I'm actually sleeping.
The bridge of my thin nose is straight, but the tip seems to be unsuccessfully attempting to reach for the sky. Looking down you'll notice my uneven light pink lips, often chapped by lack of water. My ears are relatively small, their lobes are attached and most definitely not pierced. There is also my chin that sticks out from the rest of my face; it's my ugliest feature, I would say.
Lowering down, there's my large neck, as well as, unfortunate as it is to say, flat chest. Anyone who saw me would think I looked eight instead of thirteen. A few moles and freckles adorn the skin above my chest plate, but they don't bother me much.
I don't exactly have an hourglass figure, more like a narrow stick that pokes out a little above the legs. I know I'm too young to really worry about my attractiveness, but it's hard not to when I see my reflection in puddles and the occasional mirror.
Speaking of my limbs, we should talk about them too. They're unbelievably slender, just like the rest of my body (surprise surprise), but I can slash at dead pigs all the same. I can also run pretty quickly if need be, which I suppose is a plus from my small figure. However, I can't deny that I'm tiny, and if meat is too heavy, my father has to carry it for me.
My long, dark brown hair is parted to the side, but it's almost always greasy. I barely have enough water to drink, let alone enough to wash my hair. Also, I'm not going to pretend I always smell like flowers, but I do the best I can.
Before this turns into a pity party, I'm going to move onto personality.
Personality
As you can tell by my appearance description, I'm not exactly an optimistic person. At least I'm realistic. I know my fate is to die alongside twenty three other people or slice livestock until I die of starvation. Neither seem like a good choice.
But I'm supposed to be talking about my personality here, not my future. What's my best trait, you ask?
Probably my selflessness. I am willing to buy tesserae for my family, I'm willing to slash at pig meat all day, I'm willing to milk cows and goats until sunset, I'll do any of it. If there's something that needs to be done, my parents don't even have to ask, I'm already plucking feathers off of a bloody dead turkey.
I'm not really sure if they're grateful for it or not. I suppose that's one of my weaknesses, I always have to know what someone is feeling just to be able to engage in a conversation with them. I immediately assume someone is angry if they are only the slightest bit annoyed. If I disappoint someone, my sadness can last weeks on end. Maybe that's why I'm so desperate to please people.
Although, that doesn't mean it's impossible for me to be happy. When the dandruff on my hair isn't as itchy as usual, and the Reaping isn't coming anytime soon, I spend time with my friends or the baby goats in the different livestock farms around the district. It lets me forget about my problems, the problems I shouldn't have at such a young age but I do anyway. The problems every teenager in my district faces.
However, if I ever do get drawn into the Games, at least I'd have a chance. From all the butchering work I do with my father, I have a bit of experience with knives, plus gushing guts and blood doesn't phase me. I mean, my horrible physique and young age would probably have me killed by the Bloodbath, but a girl can hope.
In all honesty, I'm not that interesting, and neither is my history, but let's talk about it anyway.
History
So you bother about me enough to want to learn about my past? Fine.
I was born in District Ten to my father, Linden Bryan, and my mother, Juniper Bryan, on July 19th thirteen years ago. I don't know why they thought bringing another human into this district was a good idea. Apparently I was their learning curve, because they decided to not have any more kids. I'm an only child, but I'll give up having a brother or sister, because I know my parents couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle it either.
So instead of balancing two kids and a job, my parents decide to balance their jobs. That's it. There isn't much family time with all of us together, if any. I know they care but it doesn't feel like it. I know I should be more respectful but I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't help it. I can't help that I feel so alone all the time because I'm just here, I'm just here to help other people and that's all.
My long, dark brown hair is parted to the side, but it's almost always greasy. I barely have enough water to drink, let alone enough to wash my hair. Also, I'm not going to pretend I always smell like flowers, but I do the best I can.
Before this turns into a pity party, I'm going to move onto personality.
Personality
As you can tell by my appearance description, I'm not exactly an optimistic person. At least I'm realistic. I know my fate is to die alongside twenty three other people or slice livestock until I die of starvation. Neither seem like a good choice.
But I'm supposed to be talking about my personality here, not my future. What's my best trait, you ask?
Probably my selflessness. I am willing to buy tesserae for my family, I'm willing to slash at pig meat all day, I'm willing to milk cows and goats until sunset, I'll do any of it. If there's something that needs to be done, my parents don't even have to ask, I'm already plucking feathers off of a bloody dead turkey.
I'm not really sure if they're grateful for it or not. I suppose that's one of my weaknesses, I always have to know what someone is feeling just to be able to engage in a conversation with them. I immediately assume someone is angry if they are only the slightest bit annoyed. If I disappoint someone, my sadness can last weeks on end. Maybe that's why I'm so desperate to please people.
Although, that doesn't mean it's impossible for me to be happy. When the dandruff on my hair isn't as itchy as usual, and the Reaping isn't coming anytime soon, I spend time with my friends or the baby goats in the different livestock farms around the district. It lets me forget about my problems, the problems I shouldn't have at such a young age but I do anyway. The problems every teenager in my district faces.
However, if I ever do get drawn into the Games, at least I'd have a chance. From all the butchering work I do with my father, I have a bit of experience with knives, plus gushing guts and blood doesn't phase me. I mean, my horrible physique and young age would probably have me killed by the Bloodbath, but a girl can hope.
In all honesty, I'm not that interesting, and neither is my history, but let's talk about it anyway.
History
So you bother about me enough to want to learn about my past? Fine.
I was born in District Ten to my father, Linden Bryan, and my mother, Juniper Bryan, on July 19th thirteen years ago. I don't know why they thought bringing another human into this district was a good idea. Apparently I was their learning curve, because they decided to not have any more kids. I'm an only child, but I'll give up having a brother or sister, because I know my parents couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle it either.
So instead of balancing two kids and a job, my parents decide to balance their jobs. That's it. There isn't much family time with all of us together, if any. I know they care but it doesn't feel like it. I know I should be more respectful but I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't help it. I can't help that I feel so alone all the time because I'm just here, I'm just here to help other people and that's all.
My father handed me a butcher knife for the first time when I was ten years old. Too busy with his work for me, and too busy with his work for his work, and who better to give giant knives to than a ten year old, am I right? But the work I help my father do is probably the most exciting thing I do.
I'm here, stuck in an abyss between life and death and I'm waiting for the latter to come along before I bring it myself. That's my history, and that's all it's ever been and that's all it ever will be.
Other
No, I don't have anything else to say. You've drilled my inner thoughts and my personal feelings and I'm done. I'm done with everything.
I'm here, stuck in an abyss between life and death and I'm waiting for the latter to come along before I bring it myself. That's my history, and that's all it's ever been and that's all it ever will be.
Other
No, I don't have anything else to say. You've drilled my inner thoughts and my personal feelings and I'm done. I'm done with everything.
