Myrtle Fallows - District 11

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Name: Myrtle Fallows
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

Myrtle Fallows has a subtle attraction that becomes more noticeable when she throws in her colorful personality. Years of quiet and comfortable living have somewhat kept her in a healthy state, especially since the fear of starvation does not exist within the Fallows' household.

Myrtle stands at 5'' 7', an inch below her older sister, Rossi, and weighs in around 126 pounds. Her frame is rather slender for a girl who can consume a warm meal every night, however, Myrtle is far from thin. Her frame, although slender, is full (meaning none of her bones stick out like a skeleton), and toned in certain areas, like her abdomen and thighs. This is due to her slight physical extrusions in the fields; the ones her parents know nothing about. Like her mother, Myrtle has fair skin that she lotions off and on with a mixture of natural oils. The concoction keeps her skin, which tans slightly even with a lot of sun exposure, healthy, and as an added bonus gives Myrtle a soft, fragrant aroma. On her left calf rests a scar, pink in hue, that she received in the field when she fell out of an apple tree. Whenever her family questions her about it Myrtle says nothing and remains as silent as a grave.

Myrtle's face, although lovely, has a plainness to it with it's thin, light-brown eyebrows, tan lips, and button nose. However, this is not the same for her eyes, which are a striking ocean, blue. Without them Myrtle's face would appear lifeless, therefore, it's Myrtle's eyes that hold her loveliness together. Myrtle may be the only one in the family with sapphire eyes, but she is not the only blond. She, her mother, and sister all have wavy, golden locks, however, Myrtle's has much more brown (her father's hair color) in it than theirs. Most of the brown is found beneath the golden surface, but it shows itself more often than none since Myrtle enjoys wearing her hair in different styles of braid.

At home Myrtle dons dresses, blouses and skirts of cotton, and does so only to keep up her appearance with her family. On her feet she'll wear sandals, some with heels but most of them without. However, when Myrtle is secretly in the field it's a whole different story. Instead of dresses she'll wear tattered jeans, khakis, or jean shorts. On her torso she'll wear a t-shirt with either a windbreaker or jean jacket to cover it. Sometimes she'll wear sandals, otherwise it's a dusty pair of sneakers which she hides, with the rest of her 'work clothes,' in her closet. In those work clothes Myrtle feels more like herself, but that isn't saying much.

[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]Personality:

A list of words to describe Myrtle Fallows in under a minute: saucy, bubbly, temperamental, mysterious, sly, fiery, curious, quiet, rebellious, loyal, sarcastic, headstrong and clever. A mouthful, right? But it's true, and Myrtle can't deny it. Instead, she'll flash you her nervous smile and turn away. Myrtle struggles to account for her feelings and has some trouble accounting for her actions as well. The phrase, "Think before you speak," well, Myrtle does the exact opposite and because of that she'll end up in some tough situations.

Myrtle has issues when it comes to formulating her thoughts into words. Sometimes she'll hurt someones' pride without even knowing it, but then, even when it's brought to her attention, she'll struggle to from an apology, and will inevitably walk away looking like a jerk. She doesn't mean to do it, for the last thing Myrtle wants to appear is arrogant, it's just that her feelings always seem to get the better of her. She tries though, to learn self-control, but it's a long and ugly battle with her on the losing side. This in turn makes Myrtle nervous and whenever she finds herself nervous in a situation she becomes dead silent and will only communicate by nodding or shaking her head. This trait of hers really irritates her family and sometimes her friends, but Myrtle can't help it, she just can't control it.

Myrtle may be a lot of crappy things in one, but she can also be as sweet as a drop of nectar. She's a curious girl by nature and fiercely loyal to her friends, even when they hate her. Her sarcasm is usually humorous, and she certainly is one for a good joke. Laughter is rare to Myrtle, which is sad since hers has a rather nice ring to it, but it does make an appearance once in a while. Most wouldn't assume it, but Myrtle is quite clever and is more intelligent than her mother and sister combined. If there's at least one good thing about Myrtle it's that she doesn't flaunt anything. She's good at keeping things to herself, that is unless her emotions pummel her into the ground. With secrets though she can keep her mouth shut.

[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]History:

On a cool night in April, Myrtle Fallows was born daughter of Luce and Mari Fallows, and sister of Rossi Fallows. Myrtle was a surprise to the entire family since Luce and Mari planned on having only one child, but they made due and tried to love Myrtle all the same. They named her Myrtle, well, since they didn't really care.

Growing up, Myrtle's life was cozier than others in District 11 since her family was a tad more financially sound. Her father worked under the Mayor, as some sort of secretary, maybe, and her mother was a math teacher at school. Rossi was fifteen years older than her sister having been born when Mari was only eighteen, and by the time Rossi turned twenty she became a science teacher and continued to live with the family. As a child Myrtle was ignored and given small amounts of attention. Her creativity was always squashed by her parents and they had little time to listen to anything that she had to say. They were too busy working or fussing over Rossi, who was the obvious favorite.

For the most part Myrtle survived her lonely childhood in silence. She kept to herself and found comfort in books. Her life was very sheltered for she existed only at home and at school. It wasn't until she was thirteen that she had built up enough courage to venture beyond her house and into the fields. Although the quality of life diminished significantly in the fields Myrtle found in the orchards what she had missed out on her entire life; attention. It took Myrtle months to become comfortable with the people she met out on the fields and in trees, but soon enough she began to enjoy their company and it wasn't long until she started to help them with the harvest.

It unsettled Myrtle how poor the workers were, so much so that by sixteen she started to hoard food in her room then smuggled it into laborer's households. Of all the families she met she liked the Mayson family the most. They liked her for her silence and willingness to help. In return for her aid they treated her as a member of their family and helped Myrtle see how a daughter ought to be loved. Myrtle's happiness however did not last long. One day when she ran off to visit the Maysons she arrived at their shack and found that no one was home. Word had finally spread that they had been executed on unknown charges. Grief forced Myrtle into an even deeper silence and there she remained for a couple of months. Her family barely even noticed.

One night while she lied in bed, eyes red with tears, Myrtle finally snapped and yelled all sort of horrible things at her family, like how she hated them, and District 11, and the Capitol. They responded with their own silence and acted as if nothing had happened. That night transformed Myrtle into the girl that she is today; a girl who lacks control sometimes, but somehow manages to survive in silence. One day she'll escape, but for now only the fields can comfort her and even that comfort won't last forever.

[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Codeword: Odair
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