M Eyse District 3

Medium-long ashy hair that frames her face. Olive-toned, tanned skin. Hazel eyes. On the taller side, at 5'6, and is somewhat healthy from running so much. M has dark bruises on her knees from tripping over cracks in the cement. Black flecks on her arms and is often sunburt.

M feels seperated from the rest of the world. They simply aren't on the same spectrum as she is. Like she knows something that they don't. She doesn't talk, even though there is so much going on inside her head. When she needs to, she'll speak. She is patient with people, and isn't easily angered, but when she does get upset... Watch out. Very intelligent, and mostly listens and observes. Cynical.

Her family and M are seperate units. They mind their own business. M is disgusted by her family, somewhat. They are mindless to her, just like most of District 3. They wake up, work, and go to sleep. Mindless.

So M takes care of herself, mostly, even with her family present. She has views about the Capitol, and especially District 3. She used to accept life the way it was, but
woke up one day.

*Expanded in RP

M hates District 3. Hates working in the cement factories all day, and moving only when an alarm rings. She sees the District as a cement box- endless grey skies, towering factories, and cement-paved streets. No color anywhere. Nothing.

So she skips working. Who'll notice if one person is gone? Missing? No one.

During the day, and sometimes night, she'll cut open her hands climbing up the sides of tall factories, on narrow, rusty ladders. She sits on the top of the factories, just observing people below. Just watching.