Zenobia Pyrmont | District 11

Unruly dark brown curls. That is usually the first thing everyone notices upon meeting her. Then it's her eyes. Those deep brown intense eyes. Her mother often told her as a child, that her eyes were "far too intense for such a little girl". Now, at the age of seventeen, many still say those eyes are still far too intense. Maybe it's because she has seen so much in her short years in this world. Maybe she is naturally, just an old soul. But back to the hair. Wild. Always wanting to break free from the restraints Zenny ties in her hair when its time to work. Mostly dark brown, except from the tips that have been kissed a lighter brown by the sun. Kinky, coiled, curls that bounce while she walks, and shakes wildly when she is running. And big. The curls seem to stand errect from her head, making her face appear smaller.

Zenny is biracial. She has the most magnificent skin that is the color of mocha. Soft, smooth, and clear of most blemishes. Although, when she experienced puberty, naturally she did have some acne across her forehead. Now at seventeen, her skin has cleared up remarkably. She was lucky in the area. Others, not so much. Her nose is small, that is much to pointed for her liking. Her father always told her he loved her "little button nose". Yes, maybe at six it was cute...But as she began blossoming into a young woman, her nose did not follow suit. Much too pointed for her heart-shaped face she thought. Dark brown eyebrows, that sat too close to each other on her face. She hated that. But Zenny let them be, to fearful that she may make them look even more hideous if she took her fathers straight razor to them. Her lips are pale pink, soft and plump. On reaping day, her mother crushes berries and smoothes them upon her lips to bring life into them. Is she pretty? Why yes, a natural beauty although she thinks not. But the young suitors that pursue her may say otherwise.

Zenny is naturally slim. She had gotten that from her mother. But then again, it wasn't hard to stay slim in District 11. Her people worked hard, but never got any extra food rations. Even during the harvest! She stands at 5'6", and couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds. Tall and slim, but strong. "Stick". Her childhood nickname that her father had given her because of her stature. She was always climbing trees as a child, wanting to get as close as she could to the mockingjays. Their songs mesmerized her. On one occassion she had climbed as high as she ever had before, and she has the scars on her left elbow and left knee to prove it. Her hands are rough. Constantly climbing and working in the fields have led to her long fingers becoming overly dry. In the winter, it gets so bad that her mother has to make her own special ointment to relieve the fierce pain.[ /blockquote]


Personality:

Zenny is electric. Wild, to match her hair. But not in the way you may think. She doesn't step out of line with the peacekeepers, and she is always respectful to her parents. This wildness runs deep within her soul. She belongs to the earth. She loves the way the wind speaks to her, the mockingjays that sing so sweetly to her. When the work day is done, she often peels of her shoes to feel the soil between her toes. She doesn't think like her siblings, who hate the work they are forced to do. No, when the sun is kissing her back, Zenny feels most at peace. She brings her mother fresh wild flowers everyday on her way home from the fields.

Zenny loves to read. Whatever she can get her hands on, she will read. On days when the work is done early,you will find her under the tree that provides the most shade and her nose to a book. For her birthday, her father tries to surprise her every year with a book. He hasn't been able to do that for years, so she is constantly reading the same few books over and over. The boys at school say she is too quiet and serious, she says they know nothing. She intimidates them because she is a brilliant soul. She feels like the boys her age lack depth. She does well in school, excelling in all her studies. She loves learning about the earth, even if it is only for the benefit of the Capitol. 

Any emotion Zenny displays is ten-fold. When she's happy, which is most of the time, she's really happy. And likewise, when she is angry she is really angry. She gets that from her father. Smart, no brilliant. Courageous, sure when she needs to be. Her heart is always in the right place, even if it seems otherwise. She just has no reign over her emotions. A fatal flaw of hers. Which leaves her very weak and susceptible to other peeople's scrutiny. Her passion, which comes off as stubborness often drives her past sensible reason, which has led to many disagreements with fellow classmates. Once as a child, she demanded a fellow classmate admit that the primrose was the most beautiful flower. When the other child refused, she held her breath until she turned blue and nearly fainted. When her father asked why she had done such a thing, she simply said to him "well it is a pretty flower isn't it daddy"? 

History:

Zenobia was born in the heat of summer. This is the very reason her mother says she is drawn to nature. Minutes after she was born her father took her out on to their old wooden porch, hoping the fresh air would help calm her. It was hot and sticky in their small home, but the midwife remained busy working on her mother. As soon as Zenobia felt the breeze, her soul calmed. Her eyes widened when she heard the soft song of the birds in the trees above. This was her sanctuary. Her mother Eta, and father Kestrel had one child before Zenobia was born. Her older brother Wade; her protected and guided her when the were young. Whom don't see eye-to-eye much anymore. And then there was Savera, who was born many years after her. When the baby was first born, Zenny didn't quite know how to take her. She always seem to scream and cry, which sent her parents running to her side. Zenny didn't like that much. But her mother explained that the innocent baby relied on them for everything to survive, Zenny became her mothers little helper. Always there to lend a helping hand with the baby, soaking in all the knowledge she could.

Zenny had always been a curious child. Wanting to know why the sun had to go to bed, and likewise why did she have to go to bed. Always studying the birds and flowers around their home. And then when she became brave enough to climb the trees, there was no stopping her. She always wanted to go just a little bit higher so she could see just a little bit better. She was always falling from the trees, tripping over the thick roots that she ran too fast over. At the age of 9, she broke her right arm by falling from a tree. Her mother forbid her to climb unless it was for work. She still secretly climbed, despite what her mother had told her. She just couldn't resist. And her curiosty contiues as she ages, her nose always in a book. Always watching the people in town interacting, wishing for a friend to have interesting talks with. Nontheless, her younger sister Savera is her best friends. The most interesting and comical person she knows.

Despite the horrific reality that is her own, well with the games and all, she promises that she wont let it change her. That she will always be herself. If her name was picked during the reaping, yes it would be hard, but she would manage. Her brother already in the clear due to his age. Great. Zenny is coming up on her last year of eligibility. Even better. But poor Savera, has many years ahead of her. Something Zenny could not manage. But she didn't let her thoughts sit there long. Because honestly, what good would it do? If Savera's name was to be called any year after, Zenny would be too old to volunteer. Ugh, there went her thoughts again. Always wondering back to her harsh truth, no matter how many hours she listened to the birds sing or had her nose in the books. Fear. It naturally drove her thoughts. Like everyone else in all the districts. Well except for those crazies that are in the "career" districts that find honor in volunteering for the games. Why would anyone do that? No, Zenny would  just kept her wild eyes down and pray that neither she or her little sister would picked during the reaping this year. Yes, fear. That is what drove her thoughts. 

Other: Actress is Nathalie Emmanuel