Saskia Hamilton

Name: Saskia Hamilton
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
Appearance:

Saskia Hamilton doesn't know what she, or anyone else looks like. So, naturally, she doesn't care about her appearance. However for the people that do see her she can be quite a sight. Saskia has an uneven tan from being out in the sun, burnt cheeks, tan arms, paper white stomach. Her hair is just a subtle brown, nothing special or out of the ordinary. Must be the compensation for everything else about her. Saskia's eyes are a milky white, a pearl glaze that is the sign to others of her "condition." Her eyebrows are left natural and bushy, and her nose is a simple swoop with a normal cap. Her lips are usually well kept with, seeing as she despises chapped lips, and are a gentle pink color, nothing to flashy. Her face is in more of a heart shape, coming to a point of a small chin. Funny thing is, Saskia has been told all her life that her eyes are very beautiful. Sure the stark white is shaded by thick black lashes, but they're completely useless. Her face is scattered with acne, like any teenager.
Her body is on the smaller side. Bony, but with some lean muscles. Her finger nails are usually longer than the norm, and filthy with dirt collected underneath them. She has various scrapes and bruises at anyone time from being pushed around, or stumbling into something. Her ears, however, are always clean and her nose is in the best of health. Saskia carries herself with a straight spine and whenever someone starts speaking she tilts her ear towards them, whether they be sitting on the ground or on a platform over her.
Her feet are kept about as clean as her fingernails, seeing as she doesn't like to wear shoes very often. Saskia wants to feel the vibrations through the earth, or the weight of a wooden board shifting. She can be mostly likely seen in a dark hunting jacket, and pants. She doesn't care what her hair does as long as it doesn't get in the way too much. As for her clothes? She couldn't care less. Of course for larger occasions the occasional "Do I look okay?" Does escape her lips.

Personality:

The obstacle that has shaped Saskia's actions and personality the most is her phonagnosia otherwise known as voice blindness. With voice blindness you can "can tell from the sound of your voice if you’re male or female, old or young, sarcastic, upset, happy. They just have no blooming idea who you are." Being blind already, this makes life harder than it already is. Because of this, Saskia doesn't trust guessing at people's voices, instead she uses another sense: smell. She can remember people's scents well and recognize them by it. However using smell means getting into people's personal bubble space, something Saskia does not understand. She stands closer than deemed suitable already but add that to the sniffing and occasional "feel up" people like to keep their distance from Saskia. To clear up the "feel up" phrase, Saskia tends to grab people's forearms to become more familiar with the way they hold themselves, how tall they are, what people can usually see.

Saskia isn't book smart by any means, seeing as her parents and school officials thought it best that she be kept out of school. She's supposed to be home schooled by her parents but they don't have the time or the will to do so. She is, however, street smart. You wouldn't think so being without sight and all, but she can trick a few naive vendors and steal some good items every now and then. Stealing, something Saskia is completely fine with, probably because she doesn't see the effects of it. Seeing as Saskia was never taught manners or etiquette of any kind and is kept from school and other people her age she is more than a bit socially awkward. Especially when she meets someone and she sniffs them.

Saskia hates one thing above anything else, charity. She doesn't want anybodies pity, she can do everything by herself. No one has to help her, and she strives to prove that.

If you asked someone in District Nine to describe her they'd probably throw around the words "stubborn" or "defiant" but they never say "blind." Saskia is big on voicing her opinion and sticking to it, even if she knows she's wrong. She can't stand being wrong, it shows she's weak and needs help and we already know she hates that more than anything else.

Now we talk about the Games. Saskia finds the whole concept funny. She can't see the Games, only listen to them and the crude sound effects they have. Saskia has never really considered the possibility of being reaped. She's indestructible to the idea of the Games. Of course, every year she hears the squish of a blade and the wet, strained breaths of someone dying but she'd never experience those things first hand. At the Reapings she just stands where she's told, she listens, she's not called and she goes home. Routine. Normal. Almost safe.

History:

Saskia has lived for sixteen years, thus having a lot to talk about however there is one part that if it had to be condensed, her life would be summed up in. Saskia had a sister. Her name is not important, but she had one. She was the one thing in Saskia's life that was constant. She was her mother, her teacher, and her best friend. She was three years Saskia's senior and was already working in the woods. Saskia would go with her sometimes, when she was just a stick of a twelve year old. Saskia would walk ahead of her and stand extremely still and listen to the earth. She's hear the ruffling of leaves and the sweet bird calls. She'd point in the direction she heard larger game and sister would take it down. In exchange, sister would describe what everything looked like. What trees, birds, and dirt looked like. They had a system, whenever sister would call to her she would sing. That way Saskia knew it was her without having to sniff her. Sometimes she would sing back. Other times they would sit in the woods and try to imitate the bird's songs. Then sister went to work one day and just never came back.

No one really told Saskia what actually happened, she was expected to deal with it. Seeing that the Hamilton family had seven children Saskia, being one of the eldest was left to raise the others. Sister had taken over that role, but after she left Saskia was left to fend for herself. Saskia become a bit stony after that but tries to forget it. She's never told anyone about the days in the woods, mostly because it's no one's damn business.

In the months following sister's passing, Saskia would follow some workers to the words and follow the worn dirt path to their place in the woods. It had a certain feel and smell that made it easy to find. She would stand still and wait for game to pass. Saskia carries a cheap, small hunting knife and she would have it in her hand, ready. A rabbit would hop onto a bunch of crunchy leaves and Saskia would throw herself in that direction, grabbing at the soft fur and sinking her knife into it until it stopped twitching. Afterwards she'd walk back into town, the warm sticky blood still on her hands, clothes and face. The people would just roll their eyes and murmur something about that stubborn little Hamilton girl.

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Comments/Other:

Hopefully everything is okay.