Detura Melire- District 1

[Free]

Name: Detura Melire
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

I am slight. Small. beautiful. deadly. Reaching staggering 5'1'' and sporting the body of a career in petite form, im hardly looked over. Well, I am, in a sense, but never dismissed. Never trusted. My hair is a deep mahogony, strait as an arrow, streatching down my back. My hands are small and delicate, but like the rest of me, they pack a powerful punch. But its not my hands, my size, nor my concealing locks that have people wondering why they are fearful of such a tiny thing. Its my eyes, and im reminded all the time. They are green, peircing, unfogiving green. Its these for these eyes that im sure has barred me into the fate I find myself. My beautiful, deadly, eyes. They have trained me since birth. She's perfect, they say. Small. No one will feel her as a threat. She's fast, they say. No one will catch her in the ring. She's smart, they say. She can keep herself alive. What they don't say, is what screams at me in the depths at night. What they don't say is what has me gripping me stomach in agony when I'm reminded. She has nothing to loose, they say. Nobody will miss me.

Personality:

I am silent. Speak only when spoken too. A promise to my mother. I am smart, figuring people out is a gift, a gift granted by my father. Im good at what I do, a light glance and I have your weakness spitting in my face. Most of the time, anyway. But most prominant is my will. I will not die. Ive seen death. Ive held deaths hand and kissed his sickly lips. I refuse to let death take me. I will not succomb like the rest. I cant. I cant. Ive no one left to live for but myself, and that is enough.

History:

I was born healthy, weathly, and wise. handling diamonds from my youth, money doent have an effect on me. Ive never had to work the mines myself. I never had to live in anguish, not untill the capital shoved unfortunality in my face and left me holding onto nothing but a a whisp of wind. No untill they took my family. I was 10. A young girl. They wanted me for the ring, for the games. My mother coudnt let me go, my father wouldnt bare it. So they dissapeared, and thus, my training has begun.

Codeword: muttations
Comments/Other:

[Gorim]

Nice! The codeword is wrong though! Fix that and I'll accept it.

[Free]

now?

[Gorim]

No. The word will change to an image that says "code Correct". You'll know if you have it right.