August Millory, District 11

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She is sixteen [16] years old.
District Eleven [11] has always been her home.
She's innocent... or at least, she hopes she is.

|::|A Beauty That Shines|:
Appearance

Beauty is something that not many people understand. Some see it as how much eyeshadow and blush you mask your face with. Others think that simplicity itself is beautiful. Beauty, though, is something that radiates from within. A person can look charming, but without life in their eyes, and face, and the way they move, they are nothing but a lost, empty shell. Perhaps still nice looking. But true can not be achieved without laughter, and life. August has both of these, and so much more.

If one could choose just a single word to describe her, it would be "nature". Not natural. Because natural wouldn't be enough. August appears to have just one days been created by the trees and plants, stepping out of leaves. She stands out in a house, but blends into the orchards of District Eleven very, very well.

Perhaps it's her hair. A beautiful shade of light brown, the strands are as straight as a ruler, and drift down her back. It's silky, and appears to be as light as a cloud. It moves with her, swirling out when she spins around, and relaxing on her shoulders easily when she is still and calm. Often a braid can be found, very thin and loose, almost hidden by the other strands. If light were brown, than you would think that August's hair was spun from it.

A pale and long face, her forehead just a bit too big. It barely matters, though. Free of freckles or acne, the soft curve of her jaw and her thin, pale little lips make her look as if her face was designed by the best doll maker Panem had ever known.

Her eyes are one of her most striking features, though. They're wide, with scarce, pale eyelashes. The irises are a pale, pale green, with flecks of a golden color. They appear misty, though, as if she's constantly thinking about something. They always broadcast her emotion, whether it be calm or scared. However, the largeness of them make her seem always interested in the things and people around her.

Her thin neck leads on to gently sloping shoulders. She allows them to slump, but it doesn't make her look defeated or tired. Instead, she appears constantly relaxed, and gentle. Her arms are slightly too thin, and her elbows seem a bit too big. Her hands are graceful, though. The fingers are long, and her knuckles are small. They are pale, and her nails are oval shaped, long, and well kept.

Although on the thin side, her weight is not the most noticeable thing about August. She has soft curves inward, but they are not one of the more attractive features she has.

Her legs are long, and thin. Her knees seem to be constantly bent, but at a soft angle. She moves lightly, with long, graceful steps. It almost looks like her small feet are walking on a warm summer breeze.

August prefers green clothes, as green is her favorite color. Since it is often warm in District Eleven, she wears skirts that are easy to move it, and when she must climb up in the trees, loose capris. Her tops usually have no design, and are make of a soft, delicate fabric.

The teenager is about five feet, seven inches [5'7"] tall, but her legs make her look taller. All around, she looks very fragile, and moves as if she is as light as air. She's definitely pretty, and some would even call her beautiful.

Those are the ones who actually know what beauty is.

|:Never Set in Stone:||:
Personality

August is like warm summer wind. She'll go wherever, and do whatever, not really caring or having much control. She almost never argues with people, because she doesn't really have anything to argue about.

Her parents, almost always drunk, didn't care about where August was as long as she wasn't near them. They never wanted a child, but got one anyways. And so August spent long nights laying on the damp ground, gazing up at the stars. Consequently, she became a creature of nature. She could move silently and smoothly. Her climbing abilities were some of the best in the district, despite her size. And her personality adopted a natural feel, as well. She treats trees as if they were her best friends, apologizing if she tears a bit of bark off, and feeling bad when she burns firewood.

She's almost always calm, and very quiet. She's constantly gazing off into the distance, daydreaming. When she is paying attention, she looks so thoughtful, it makes one uncomfortable. As a result of her odd behavior, she doesn't have any friends. It doesn't bother her, though. Nothing seems to bother her.

But August isn't all smiles and peacefulness. Occasionally, she will feel a streak of anger for no apparent reason. Sometimes she even sees bursts of red, and a huge amount of anger. Her immediate instinct during these mysterious mood swings is to grab a weapon. Most of the time, she'll be in the woods, and she just picks up sticks and swings them around with a strength that her thin limbs shouldn't be able to possess. When she's finally back to normal, the trees have marks all over them, and there will be a mess of broken branches on the ground.

Hidden below her happiness, there is also great confusion in August. She feels as if a huge piece of herself is missing, or hidden in a darkness she can't go into. It makes her feel only have complete. In her state of constant uncertainty, August turns to as few emotions possible to cover up the feeling. But it's not a solution that lasts very long, and every now and then, she'll simply drift into a frustrated state that lasts an hour or so.

|::|The Past She Can't Remember|:

History

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When August was born, her parents reluctantly decided to keep her. They didn't want such a small little girl to go to the terrible, overcrowded orphanage in the district. Who would adopt her, anyways? It was very, very rare for a couple to not already be busy with their own children.

The thing was, they weren't fit to be parents. They were constantly getting drunk, forgetting about poor little August until she was crying with hunger. When August was older, and able to feed herself, they became annoyed with her, and began to send her away more and more often.

August, however, remembers almost nothing about her past. Everyone tells her that she was a terrible criminal. They said she stole everything there was to steal, and was a bully at school. She was in a constant state of anger. She was accused of murder, and a few days before the trial, she was found with a huge bump on the back of her head, wandering around. They told her she could barely remember how to talk. And she seemed different. Happy.

When they went to return her to her home, August's parents were gone. It was if they had just vanished into thin air. Therefor, August was put in the orphanage at the age of twelve [12].

A few weeks after she was placed in the orphanage, she was adopted. Her new parents, both rather old, were very kind to her. They did everything they could to help her remember. But August had seemingly lost her memory forever.

Her trial, which had been pushed back, was held. August was found innocent. After the trial, August remained more confused than ever. People glared at her. They hated her. But why? She was innocent. She would never hurt anyone... would she?

August remains hated by a good amount of people. People are convinced that she was only found innocent because of the tragedy of her memory loss. Unable to find comfort around people, August spends most of her time in the orchards, whether it be working or just daydreaming.



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[Stare]

All finished!

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