Juniper Colbee D12 ~Done~

[Emma]

Name: Juniper Colbee
Age: 15 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 12
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[Emma]

~My name is Juniper Colbee. I am 15 years old, and I live in District Twelve~

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...


~Appearance~

I come from a long, strange line of District workers. Somewhere about 3 generations ago, a Blondie, shop-owner went out of business, forced to work in the coal-mines, where he found himself a Seam girl, and settled down, having many children with blonde hair, pale skin and grey eyes. I am a descendant of this family. So I'm told. My skin is pale, my face is lightly freckled, and my eyes are grey. My hair is blonde, and straight, but I usually pull it back out of my face, because I don't have the patience to deal with hair and beauty. I am only fifteen, after all.

My face is pointy, my chin ending in a slight V. My nose is short and thin, and my lips are small and pink. Under my eyes, I always have dark circles from a combination of stress, hunger, and everything in between. My body is petite, being only about 5 foot 2". My wrists too skinny, my legs too long, my fingers are slim and bony, and my waist is too small. I have no body fat, growing up under-fed. I sometimes feel like a baby giraffe, learning to walk.

I prefer plain t-shirts. Nothing too fancy. I don't usually judge people by their clothing, but if someone screams "Attention Seeker." I don't usually like them. In the winter, I wear a loose sweater made of wool, and almost always wear black pants with my hand-me-down worn leather boots. In the summer, I swap for denim shorts with leather sandals.

~Personality~


I long for a thing called freedom. To be able to say what I want. To do what I want, whenever I want. I may be a rebel, but I only fight for what is right, for what is fair. My patience is thin, hating having to wait, hating to sit, and negotiate. Violence isn't always the answer. But sometimes, sometimes it is. My life, so measly and boring, has shaped me into who I am. A survivor. Growing up starving and cold can do things to a person. Make them see what is really important, and what isn't. Family, warmth and sanity is whats important to me. I struggle to hold my sanity, everyday. It slips away, I lose it more and more every hour of living in the hell-hole of a district. But my family is my vent, what I use as leverage against myself to keep me from losing my mind completely.

I want to be even, even with the Capitol. The whole lot of them. To kills as many of them as they have killed us. The district people, the ones we lost to hunger, cold, overworking, and even the innocent ones, the ones they killed off in the arena. Every man, women and child's death around here can be directly linked to the fat bastards who sit eating pastries and sipping rich dairy, while the rest of us work ourselves to death, trying to make it through the year. It's a rotten deal I'd say. But there isn't much to do. Complaining isn't the answer, doing something about it is. Although who in District 12 would side with a runt 15 year old girl. I wouldn't if i was anybody else.

I am observant, seeing things some others don't. I notice certain sounds, certain things about someone, such as a sly smile from someone I don't trust, or a glint in the eyes of the weak. I am quite logical, though I fail at education. My mind is ready, though I don't agree with the ways they test that. Some say I am cold, but I like to think of myself as shy, with a disposition to speak my mind. My mouth gets me into trouble a lot, because I don't hold back from saying something too true to let slide.

I am only soft around my family. We are a big one. We have never had enough, which nits us tighter together. You could compare us to a wool rug, knitted so tight, no matter who walks all over you, you won't tear. Family is my everything, my only reason I'm not gone, gone into the forest or left the earth completely at my own hand.

I can run. Quite fast. But I am better at long distances. But even though running isn't my strongest thing, I quick while jump, moving and dodging. I have been practicing throwing knifes since i was 12, then it was because I feared being reaped, and didn't want to go in without being some-what prepared. Now i do it in case i ever happen to be holding a knife while standing near a game maker or a Capitol politician. I'm not very good at it, but hey, better than nothing. Besides, I do it for war now. I am sick in the mind this way. With a passion to make things even with the Capitol. To just be given what they deserve.

~History~

My life has been rough. A crippled father, with only a mother to feed a large family. I have had to grow up with a lullaby of growling stomachs and crying children. My father, Alburt Colbee, had his left leg blown off from the knee down. It happened about 10 years ago, when i was 5, in a mining accident. There had been weeks of suffering, as he lay in bed, as a bundle of bloody bandages, weeks when we though he was going to die. But likely he didn't. He is still a mouth to feed though, and he still works from home. We make our money from a small herd of sheep we have in the yard, but Mother works in the mines along with the wool business. We have about 8 of sheep. We shave them, and spin the wool into yarn, knitting it, selling it at the market, and even the Hob. Father does the spinning, since you sit while you do it anyways. Since we spent all of our savings on sheep, about 3 years ago, our life has gotten much better, since the wool money gives you more income than if both of my parents worked in the mines.

My family, like i said, is huge. I am the second oldest, after Albie, 17, whose name is actually Alburt JR. but he prefers Albie. I have two other sisters and another brother. Maybeline, or May, who is 13, and the twins, Emalee, and Jaxon who are 10. We all look exactly the same. The reason we have such a large family? Money.

My mother, Lilia, has a thing for being the best. She needs to be the best, have the nicest thing, and be the best off. My mother is also very close to the Mayor, who made an under-the-table deal with Mother when she married Father. The deal was, she would get the biggest house in The Seam, if she had at least 5 children. To the mayor, this was to grow the work--force when we were older. But to Mother, it was a chance to beat everyone else. But she still loves us, which is better than her just doing it for a lousy house.

Our house has 2 tiny bedrooms, a little living room, a kitchen, and a closet of a study. The girls, Myself, May and Emalee, sleep in the bigger bedroom, the boys, Albie and Jason in the other, and my parents use the study as a bedroom. The living room, is what we call the "spinning room" where the wool spinner is, with a old sofa, a large stone fireplace, and a dusty TV we only use for mandatory screenings of Capitol broadcasts, and watching The Games. The house also has a bathroom with running non-heated water, and the electricity goes on and off. It it wasn't really old and full, the house might be really nice.

Life at the Reapings is hard. I stand among my age group,, holding my breath, as my heart threatens to brake through my skin, and my sanity threatens to spill over under the pressure and suspense. But as always, i get off easy. Which is a miracle, considering my name is in seven more times each year, due to the tesserae, which we have been living off of since Albie turned 12. Never in my life have I had a real, filling meal. Never in my life, have I not shared with younger ones, who are even skinnier than I ever was. Through the rainy days, they were really dark, we had nothing. After school, I would take the kids to town to scavenge and beg for anything to fill our bellies. I am surprised we all lived.

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You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one.

~Comments~[/color][/size][/center]

Hi! My name is Emma, and I'm kinda new around here. I have RP before but not here. If I could get some feedback on this Character, that would be Awesome! Thanks....[/font][/color]

[Emma]

Done!

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