Karola Meepo [D 10] (Finished and Edited with Codeword)

I am a 4.7 foot tall, slim/medium build ,and slightly tanned brunette. I have long straight black hime-cut hair that slightly reaches just below my elbows. My body shape looks like the average girl. My casual wear is a black tank top with a unbuttoned, tanned, and ruined down leather jacket with pair of cuffed navy blue jeans duo of tattered high-tops. I have browns eyes and a 22HH bra size. My face is slightly small and messy with nothing that really stands out except for my bold lashes and lip ring. Nothing else to really say about my looks except for the fact that I have a innie.

Pasture work hasn't really impacted my facial appearance but it did affect my physic so Im not actually a limp noodle and could still pack a slight punch though I am still not masculine. My bangs on my hime-cut is sideswiped to the left (My right) and I also wear a string bracelet with a single brown bead on it. My navy blue jeans also has a tight simple belt with some worker gloves stuck between the belt and my right side.

Stoic and mildly boring is the best few words that I can describe myself. I keep to myself and I don't really make a lot of friends. The people I grew up with always though I was either mysterious, weird, or they didn't even care. Although just like anyone in District 10 kind of got used to hardship and the fact that we had to butcher animals so most of us grew a stone heart. Punishment was never really affected me in anyway and I just nodded off. I would usually go lone wolf and I am very skeptic of charismatic people.

Love was never a interest in my heart and everybody here felt like distant friends instead of family or strangers. I am not much of a talker but I am a very good listener and I am open minded but quiet. Oddly I always felt like I was in charge of everything despite everyone being balanced. I do not dream of a brighter future because as I kind of said, I am a mildly boring person with no goal in life. I look at a cup if it is half empty like a pessimist because hope is just of false feeling. Even with all the sad words I said, I can still make friends if I tried and I still have the slightest glimmer of wanderlust.

Born a single child I never remembered my mother who disappeared after my birth and Ive lived with my dad Wallis Meepo for my whole life. My dad was a simple rancher with a particular set of skills that normal ranchers didn't have like foraging and carpentry which he taught me so I could make simple wooden furniture and make simple campfires from foraged kindling. Living was a slight struggle but we have to count our blessings. In school, I didn't really care (and didn't pay attention to) the history and political aspect of Panem and I never thought about removing the government because I was OK about everything really.

The Hunger Games was one of the things that stood out for me in my childhood. It was genuinely one of the only things I felt scared about as a child. When I was old enough to get drawn in the Lottery my dad started teaching me all the types of knife and tool handling he knew to prepare me for the worst. Last year my neighbour get drawn and was killed in the first day, I wasn't exactly scarred for life but I just witness someone I knew my entire life disappear forever in a sudden flash. To this day I still remember that moment.

When I butchered my first cow I didn't feel any regret or remorse, because I knew if I didn't butcher that cow I wouldn't have anything to eat for the next 5 days. Although I did almost barf all over the dinner table I actually felt kind of proud of myself.My father died when I was 15, he knew very well that he was going to die so he gave me a bracelet with a single brown bead on it which apparently my mother gave to him. He was hospitalized not long after and I stayed with my uncle Slven Meepo. Slven is a retired rancher and he doesn't do much except drink and ramble about the government all day before passing out. I do not know much about him except for the fact that he makes a mean grilled chicken leg.