Scarlett Hearth :: D8 [FIN]

[Dreams]

Name: Scarlett Jade Hearth
Age: 14 15 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 8
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History:

Codeword: odair
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FC: Bruna Boechat

[Dreams]

I left my world behind, we don't see eye to eye
I know what you're thinking, don't even think it now
No misbelieving, no one believing but me
Tire of deceiving the life I need

{(N A M E)} Scarlett Jade Hearth
{(N I C K N A M E S)} Scarly, The Cat of District 8
{(A G E)} Thirteen
{(S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N)} Straight
{(D I S T R I C T / A R E A)} District 8

No more wasting time, chasing life's demise
Now, I keep on dreaming
I open up these eyes, working overtime
I think I see it

{(A P P E A R A N C E)}

I'm easily overlooked here in Eight. Raven locks sprout from my scalp, blending in with the shadows. It's straight and usually has a greasy look to it, as showers aren't easy to come by. It generally has a windswept look, like a great gale has been blowing at me my whole life. Actually, there has been, but it's no the one you would think of. It falls to my elbows, a length gawked upon. Most would expect it would get caught up and in the way of sewing and such. However, I keep it well groomed.
My skin seems like it just shouldn't be matched up with my hair. It's pale and pops against it like a full moon against the night. It hasn't had the attack of acne, though I'm pretty sure it will come eventually. For now, it is clear and shiny, though I have calloused fingers from sewing and knitting most of my life. However, the rest of my skin is generally soft, excluding my feet.
My eyes seem to pop. They're bright. Luminous. Green, which adds an even more mysterious look to myself. When I was born my mother said they gave me the look of nature. Like a forest growing inside my iris. My father calls them cattish though. Angled and narrow, just like the rest of my features. My long lashes act like shade, fluttering high in the sky. My arched eyebrows form above, dark against the rest of my face.
My nose is small, equally proportioned to the rest of my characteristics. My lips are thin, hued a healthy pink. My teeth are an off white, as I find it hard to keep them fresh. My cheeks are placed high on my face, and barely visible freckles speckle them. I hate it. They make me look cute, which I would rather not look like. My chin is pointed as are my ears, which aren't very favorable by me. However, I have hair over them most of the time, so it doesn't really matter. My forehead seems a bit too large for my liking. Everyone has their flaws though.
I'm very skinny. And not the healthy skinny. It's that bony, starved skinny that I own. My ribs are easily seen and my elbows and knees are sharp. I barely have any meat on me, nor muscle for that matter. It makes me swift and I can easily get into concealed places. I'm flexible and can maneuver many things with ease. My fingers seem to be lengthier than most of my age, too long to be proportionate to the rest of my body. Same with my toes, but I have enough socks to cover those up.
I'm pretty fast. My long legs carry me a decent distance, spanning over quite a lot of land. I don't have a lot of upper body strength, though. A kick is much more powerful than a punch for me. I've got some reflexes though. And for some reason you wonder why I'm called the cat. I can jump pretty high, too. Roughly one and a half feet, I believe. My landings are ok, but sometimes faulty. I'm the cat that doesn't always land on her feet, I suppose.
The only thing that's consistent about my outfit is my hairpiece. I'm not sure which kind of bird they belonged to, though. Cheap beads connect them to the string. It's been in my hair for a long time, and I believe it's nearly impossible to be released from my strands. Or I just haven't been through enough to get it off. My clothes vary immensely. Though most of my tops and bottoms resemble quilts. Patchy and mix matched, sewing up the wholes of hand-me-downs. They aren't very fashionable, that's for sure. I have worn black sneakers, mostly because they match everything I wear.

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Spend a little time, alone now
Lemme cut down the flaws
Look a little bit longer for something I can't find
Off the distance, chasing commitments, living the life I always dreamed

{(P E R S O N A L I T Y)}
Ok, let's just say I'm not always the same person. It depends on who I'm with. And no, I do not have DID - Dissociative Identity Disorder, for those you don't know - I'm just... Well, you'll get it eventually. And if you don't? Well, then I didn't know people could be so dense.
So how about I just split this all into two parts. This will be how I act around strangers. Or people I don't know very well. As you might have guessed, I'm a bit of a bad girl. A little mean, I have to admit. It's not because I'm rich. Having two older brothers really toughens you up, I suppose. My harsh comments are usually brought out by them. So sorry if I'm being malicious with you, just blame my bros.
Let's just say I'm not the most positive person to hang around. Most of my remarks are sarcastic, which isn't necessarily the best way to get friends. I tend to be pessimistic and skeptical, definitely not very comforting for the most part. Yeah, I guess I like to be irritating to the people around me. It's really amusing to see their faces when they're about to explode. You should really try it some time.
Enough about strangers, how about we talk about close ones? Yeah, I'm a totally different character in front of them. Heck, you'd probably never recognize me.
I'm generally very creative. Yeah, I know. What?! Well, I do live in the district of textiles after all. It does require some thought, if you didn't know. I like to get crafty. Hand me scissors - which I would suggest you shouldn't do - some thread and a piece of cloth, and I'll be in heaven. I have many thoughts crammed into my head, patterns and color swatches and junk. It keeps weighing me down until my fingers form it, bring it to reality. I usually do it at night, because apparently I'm not old enough to do anything for the business.
Yeah, even around friends and family, I'm a little bit bossy and stubborn. Ok, maybe a lot a bit. The point is, I like things my way. I like to make sure things get done in a timely fashion. And, sadly, I'm not very sensitive towards other people. I mean, their problems aren't my problems, so why complain to me? I've got my own life I have to worry about.
I'm a bit of a clever one, you see. I'm not saying book smart, I'm just talking common sense. So don't call me a nerd, I'm just saying I know the practical stuff. You know, like who likes which type of fabric and what color most kids like now. My dad just sort of likes me to notice these things. I have a pretty good memory, which is really useful when you've got a bunch of patterns and errands to remember.
I like to think of myself as mature. Of course, my brothers think not. But then again, they're my brothers, so it doesn't really matter. Enough about them. I don't really have tantrums. However, I do have a temper, I have to admit. I really hate both of my nicks - nicknames - they sound improper. However, my family has grown fond of them, so I guess I'll have to deal with it. God, I've heard that phrase way to much. Just deal with it. It's so annoying and frequently used by my brothers.

Only a whisper. Yeah, for now
Keep on smiling, keep on shining
Keep on searching out in the rain
Hoping to find it all, and I think I found my way

{(H I S T O R Y)}

I have a pretty rough backstory, but I've heard worse. Now sit down, it's story time.
When I was born, we were a full family. My mother, father, and two older brothers. We were all happy, and I was the talk of the town. My community had grown quite fond of my parents, and they were expecting me to be just like them. I actually am quite a bit like my mom. We both have black hair, pale complexions, and brilliant green eyes. But her face was much rounder and welcoming. I was named Scarlett because my mother's favorite color was red. Jade because of my eyes. My parents noticed them when I was younger. You could hardly tell that my siblings were actually my siblings. They have tan skin and dark brown hair and amber eyes. It's like our gene pool was completely split into two. Anyway, their names are Simon, the one who is two years older than me, and Blake, who is four years older. When I first came into the world, they loved me. Adored me. And then they realized they had more power and influence over me.
So, I was four, almost five. This is probably my worst years. I was being bullied to death at home by my brothers, which really stunk. And at school, I was a bit of a loner. I didn't talk to anyone, no one would talk to me. And then disaster struck. I came home, my mother had been cut by the new sewing machine we had just enough money to buy. We thought it was no big deal, but eventually it got infected. And, sadly, on my birthday, my mother died. It was horrible. The worst birthday present I ever got. My brothers blamed it on me. They told me I was unluckily, that it was my fault. My father had mourned for several days, but comforted me and warned my brothers away.
Growing up, it was kind of hard. Being the only girl in the family, especially the youngest. My father had grown tough. Not evil, just harsher. He didn't talk much, he wasn't always smiling. Not like he used to. It pained me to see him this way, but there was nothing I could do. I eventually learned to drown out my brother's mocking voices. That was quite helpful, I must say. I could actually live in peace, instead of in pieces.
You may want to know where my nickname "The Cat of District 8" came from. It's pretty strange. I earned it partially because of my appearance. If you even cared to listen earlier, would would notice my sharp features, narrow and angled. Even my bright green eyes. But it mostly started in school, with our sports activities. Kids started to noticed my reflexes. Catlike, even. It started out as just "The Cat". Then it grew on to most of the community and I became the cat of 8. I guess it isn't exactly a bad thing.
So, I'm thirteen now. Not much goes on. I sit in my room and patch stuff together often. I show them to my dad, but he says the stuff is too unreliable to sell. I'm thinking of maybe opening my own shack. I like to get away from life, be the mysterious girl I was cut out to be. I don't exactly have a lot of friends, let alone people who actually know I exist. One of the perks of being me.
Welp, you wanted a story. It's over now. The end.

Chasing the light I've found, no hesitation
Taking my time for now, I'm running away
And I don't know why I'm here, but I think i'm getting closer
For now, for now

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{(C O D E W O R D)} odair
{(C O M M E N T S / O T H E R)} Lyrics: Chasing Dreams, Collin McLoughlin[/color]
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