Skylar Rogers {D9}
Jun 8, 2012 13:45:31 GMT -5
Post by desertdreams on Jun 8, 2012 13:45:31 GMT -5
Name: My Name is Skylar Rogers, but I am Known to most as Sky.
Age: I am 16 years young.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
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Age: I am 16 years young.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
Appearance:
I remember Tears streaming down Your face when I said I’ll never let you goPersonality:
When all those shadows almost killed your light…
I am about 5’2”, so I am not very tall, but average. My hair is Light Brown and my eyes are a nice shade of brown, not too dark, and not too light. Sometimes though, my hair darkens in the winter, becoming almost black, while in the summer it tends to lighten up. My hair is usually around my shoulders in length, but sometimes it grows longer, until I am able to cut it. Rarely will it be above my shoulders as it gets in the way. In my opinion, my body is nicely put together and I look a lot like my mom, except for my dads smile and eyes.
Personally I love to just either leave my hair down, or throw it up in a pony tail. Sometimes it will even be in a split braid, but not often. I am not exactly skinny, but I am not fat/chunky either. I weigh a nice 115lbs, which to me is a good weight since not everyone is lucky enough to hit 100lbs. I am glad my father taught me to hunt, even if we cant go in the woods, I know how to shoot a bow and arrow almost as well as the old hunters.
I remember you said Don’t leave me here aloneHistory:
But all that’s dead and gone and past tonight…
So, even though I love to talk, I’m actually really shy. I don’t like to talk to people I don’t know, or just met. If they don’t make an effort to get me to talk, I’ll just stand there lost. Its hard for me to open up to people, I’ve been hurt too many times in my short life. Its hard, but I just keep moving on. I love to talk about animals once I get to know a person though. I also like to just hang out, but its rare I do, being that I have very, very few friends now.
I’m really good with a bow, I can shoot an apple about 100 meters away now, though i am trying to improve. My dad taught me so much. Being that my father was one of the very few hunters allowed in the woods, he would take me. Theres a small stream, not even four feet deep, but it was enough to teach me to swim in when I was 5 years old. That’s also where he taught me to hunt, though its hard for me to skin any animal. I am fairly good with knives too. It’s a little harder to hit the mark, but I somehow manage.
One thing I love more than anything is animals. Somehow my family was lucky enough to be near a farm that had horses and I learned to ride. It was so much fun. They are the only thing I will open up to completely after I lost my best friend and love to peacekeepers last year. Now, I don’t really talk to anyone, I don’t want to, but at the same time I am lonely. Its rare to see me actually smile. I may smirk, or grin, but I havent truly smiled since I lost my best friend and love.
I try to move on daily, but I noticed my hatred and anger has grown. I tend to take it out on my family most of all, so I try to keep to myself. Not having any other friends is hard, I have no one i can talk to, but it doesnt matter since i wouldnt anyway.
Just close your eyesCodeword: odair
The sun is going down…
My History is not the best, but its also not the worst either. I had a father, he was tall; about six foot, and had the lightest brown eyes and the darkest black hair. My mother was the opposite of him, she was barely 5’1”, bright blonde hair and bright green eyes. My brother, a year younger than myself, has shady blonde hair, and hazel eyes. He atleast is tall; 5’11”. The thing is, when I was ten, my father was killed when someone broke in to our house to steal our very few belongings. He tried to fight the person off, but he wasn’t able to, since the intruder had back up; three other guys. It was hard, knowing we were hiding and we could hear everything, but couldn't help. My younger brother dealt with everything better than I did. I wouldn’t leave my room for days. He took up the role as the man of the house and did what he could to keep us fed; doing odd little jobs; like cleaning things, or delivering things for shops. Everyone knew what happened and even though most couldn’t afford to help, some did.
When I was eleven I met Lucan Young. He was amazing, though really annoying. He was thirteen and had to do extra entries to help keep his family alive, like most of us. This was the first I had ever seen him though. I knew we went to the same school, but he was older, so I had never met him, even though I only had one other friend named Kristen Anderson, whom helped to bring me back from my black and white world. I didn’t like him at first, since he always played pranks on me, and even my friend, but after some time we all became best friends. I taught him how to use a bow and he taught us more about using the knives. Even though i wasn't the greatest at the bow, i was still able to teach him how to kindof use it. I never did learn how he knew how to use the knives; he never asked me, so I never asked him.
By the time I was fifteen, Lucan and I knew we were meant for eachother. He told me many times how much he loved me and wanted to get married when I was of age. The sad thing was, my friend Kristen was in love with him. I couldnt let her know that for once in my life, I actually was excited and wanted something so badly. All we had to do was not enter our names any more for food and maybe we would never be tributes. Though i did still worry about my brother, so I wouldn't let him either. There were lots of squirrels who wandered in to my yard since it was so close to the forest, and those we would share between our families. If we were lucky, a rabbit or some kind of bird would be on my side of the fence since it was blocked off not long after my father died.
Things started changing quickly around our district. Peacekeepers were harder on us if we didn't follow the laws. Lucan was really bad about not following them. He felt they didnt own him and he could do what he wanted. I tried to warn him, to keep him from doing stupid things. Even Kristen tried to help, but it didnt matter.
One day though, Lucan did something really stupid. He decided to prank a peacekeeper. Kristen knew what he was going to do, but didn't tell me until it was too late. We saw them kill him. Kristen screamed and ran forward, to stop them I guess. Only they shot her down too.
I couldnt move, i couldnt think. I just stood there with a scream on my lips that never left. The days that followed I don’t even remember. I do remember both of their funerals but just barely. After that, I just shut down.
Both my mother and my brother tried to help me, but not even animals could cheer me up. I think I’m beyond helping now…
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now…
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