Hazel Grey :: Wanderer :: DONE

Hazel Grey :: Wanderer :: DONE Aug 12, 2013 15:01:51 GMT -5

Post by Dreams on Aug 12, 2013 15:01:51 GMT -5

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
Cause I'm still trying to figure it out
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking
Trying to see through the rain coming down

.{ NAME }. Hazel Gaile Grey
.{ AGE }. Eighteen
.{ GENDER }. Female
.{ DISTRICT / AREA}. Wanderer

Even though I'm not the only one
Who feels the way I do
I'm alone, on my own,
And that's all I know

.{ APPEARANCE }.

Hazel can be quite attractive. Her hair is a dark brown, wavy and thick. It usually falls in front of her face, hiding her eyes. It extends a little past her shoulders, as she usually cuts it. In the right sunlight, some strands glow blonde. Her pale skin brings deep contrast the shiny locks, making her face pop out more. It usually keeps clean, as a fresh pond is right out of her living quarters.
Hazel's eyes can draw you in. Though brown eyes seem to be the most common of eye colors, Hazel has something different. As you draw nearer to her pupils, color springs to life. Bronzes, golds, all rippling out towards the rim. However, no one really notices. Nor does Hazel herself. But, in the light of the sun or the shine of the moon, the spectrum can be clear as day. There always seems to be a playful glint showing in her iris.
As Hazel was brought up in the poor area of District 11, she did not turn out to be very strong. Barely any muscle hides under her pale skin, but being thin does bring an advantage for her. Fitting through tight spaces is essential, and what she lacks in strength she makes up for in speed. She is very agile and swift, light footed, and has cat like reflexes. Some people would call her the Foxy.
Her clothes are pretty normal. Being a wanderer, she needed something easy to wash and easy to hide in. She wears a white tank top and tight gray pants. On her feet, a pair of black leather boots and over her shoulders drapes an overly large black leather jacket given to her by her father. A worn out leather bag is held on one shoulder, holding many items needed for survival as well as her diary. The only color she wears is a cardinal father long pressed into her hair. Not that she doesn't like colors. She absolutely loves them. She just doesn't want to get noticed.

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I'll be strong, I'll be wrong
Oh, but life goes on
I'm just a girl
Trying to find a place in this world

.{ PERSONALITY }.

Hazel is a bit of a devil. Stubborn and moody, she likes things her way. That's why she ran away from her excuse of a home and family. She has a sharp tongue and you definitely don't want to mess with her. She almost always talks back and gets smart with people who think they're in power.
Hazel likes to be dominant. She has a sense of leadership that most don't have. Even though she can be a bit of a pain, she usually makes good decisions. You have to to stay alive. She is independent and hates to rely on anyone else. She doesn't like to be lazy and sometimes overworks herself. Because everyone thinks a girl can't survive be herself. Well, look at her now.
Hazel was the misfit of District 11, her former home. Most didn't talk to her. And that's just the way she liked it. She usually doesn't like to socialize and keeps talking at a minimum. A girl of few words, some say. Nope, simply one who wants to avoid you. But, when she does talk, she seems to do it so smoothly. Like it actually means something. Whether it be hurtful or soothing.
Hazel is quite creative and crafty. She likes to invent. Make new. Better her life. And she does succeed in this. New ways to organize and live. Though she does tend to try to update a little too much. A lot of people call her an innovative freak.
Hazel also seems to have natural charisma. She can easily smooth talk and persuade others. Not that she means to. She doesn't want to people to know her as the socialite and likable. It just happens.
Hazel hates being Hazel. In secret of course, but she doesn't like her life, appearance, anything. She feels lonely and usually is very hard on herself. She cries about all of this and then tries to smile it off. Sometimes you can see tears running down her grinning face. She thinks very lowly of herself. No one knows though. She usually protrudes a hard shell to protect what's on the inside.
However, what makes up most of her personality is her adventurous character. She likes to explore her surroundings and usually finds curiosity biting at her tail. She can't help but eavesdrop on conversations, but doesn't take too many risks.

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Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine
Tell me what more could I need
But tomorrow's just a mystery,
But that's ok

.{ HISTORY }.

Hazel has a horrible backstory. District 11 isn't exactly the best place to live. On top of that, she was brought up in the poor area. Her parents were quite poor. But, her parents didn't care either. They hated Hazel. They didn't want her. They just saw her as an extra mouth to feed.
As Hazel grew up, she got the message she wasn't wanted. Her parents constantly got into fights. All she heard were yells and screams coming from their mouths. She was quite quiet at that segment of her life. Finally, at age 6, Hazel was abandoned to go to the orphanage. Her last gifts were a blank book and the jacket she couldn't even fit into.
When Hazel got older, she started to talk more. She earned that attitude she has today. She poured her thoughts into her book, relieving most of the stress placed on her shoulder. Every time a person came to pick up a child, Hazel would hide. She didn't want to go to another set of parents just to be kicked out again. And the people who ran the place didn't really notice. Hazel decided she would wait there until she could start her own life.
As she passed into adolescence, she started to be more negative. She would mutter ugly every time she looked in the mirror. She would hide away because she was afraid that people would judge her. She didn't have anyone to comfort her. Or anyone to comfort. Nothing to make her happy. But she continued life, hoping things would turn out better.
And it did. When she turned 15, she finally came up with a scheme to escape the horrid place. Because every time someone came to pick up an orphan, the doors were left open. Wide open. And one day, Hazel just slipped out. Disappeared. And no one ever noticed. Or cared for that matter. And there she went. Running away from all of the madness. Running from her past life into a new one.
Hazel only knew very little about how to survive. And the day she thought she was done, a man saved her. Rescued her. Taught her how to live in the wild. And Hazel, as the fast learner she was, did. She soon caught onto everything. How to set traps. How to shoot a bow or throw a knife. But what she most enjoyed was his singing lessons. The both of them soon found that Hazel had good voice. And Hazel would sing every day, doing morning jobs. It was happy.
Until the man was found dead. He was ill for months. It was a slow and painful death, and Hazel watched helplessly as the life slowly crept out of his body. Hazel never even knew his name. So, Hazel decided she would sing whenever she got the chance to. In honor of the man who saved her life.
Hazel has moved on, though. She found a small lake, soft sand rimming the edge. Farther up on the banks lay a small cave overgrown with moss and vines. That's where she lives now. It's a nice place. Plants were lush and game were wandering through the forest that surrounded the water. And if you listen at just the right time, you may hear a beautiful song echoing slightly in the wind...

Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission
But I'm ready to fly
I'm alone, on my own
And it's all I know