Iona Holbrook (D11)

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Name: Iona Holbrook
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

Apparently Iona looks like a younger version of her mother as everyone who knew Mrs. Holbrook claims. She doesn’t remember in the least bit though, with only a blur of what a mother’s face should look like. It was her lengthy, scrawny body type that was identical to her Mother when she was the same age. Iona hated that part about her though; it didn’t seem as attractive as the girls with curves and an actual chest. That was one thing that she hated the most, it made her appear so much younger than her actual age of fifteen. The girls her age were beginning to talk to boys, while Iona just stood back and blamed it on her lack of puberty…though it was probably her shyness. It wasn’t her structure that related her so closely with her Mother though, but more of her face that matched them so perfectly.

Large brown eyes are the first focal point on Iona’s face, usually gazing to the floor if not glued into a book. They consume everything they see, storing it into her mind if found useful. Below are chubby cheekbones keeping the innocent, young look even with her chin cutting off the completely round baby-face. It was probably best though on account Iona appeared young enough with being so flat-chested, the last thing she wanted was to look even younger than her baby sister. Longer brown hair fell down her back, rarely being cut, and hardly being taken care off. It’s not like they were consumed in knots, but it sort of well—taken care of. The length of it made Iona appear taller, but she stood at the average height of 5’3, having girls her age vary from being taller and shorter. She held no special look, was cute but not enough to stand-out, very ordinary, which was exactly how she preferred it.

Personality:

It’s amazing how much information can be given from one simple book, well that is if you pick the right one. But for some reason Iona has never failed to decide on a book that is packed with knowledge she always remembers. It’s been that way for a while now, being able to store valuable information somewhere in her mind to be brought out at the perfect time. Not much of a gift, more of just what she taught herself to do. None of her family members bothered with explaining to her what had happened for her parents to leave them, and Iona was always too scared to ask, unable to predict how they would react. This left such a craving to understand, as if with each book she reached closer and closer to figuring out where her parents went. They each held something different, like edible plants, to raising a horse, or bandaging up a bad wound. Keeping the stuff that might come in handy, and forgetting about the useless facts. If she read how to do it, most likely she’d figure it out if it didn’t involve strength or anything of the sort, if only there was a book on finding friends because Iona has yet to figure that one out.

The quiet girl, the one with her eyes always staring at the ground while in public, too nervous to even speak; those are always the weakest ones to prey on. Certainly Iona was constantly one of those targets, especially when the children at school found out how smart she was. It was confusing for her, to have these people claim to be her friends, but torture her unless it’s the day of a test. That’s always the one day she seems to be popular, her so called friends actually wanting to sit next to her during class. It’d even be better if they ignored her all the other days, but instead they’re mean and tease her during social hours. Claiming to only be joking when Iona’s so insulted she’s ready to walk away, it still burns in her heart but she stays anyways. They didn’t do that to each other, only Iona, but she didn’t want to sit alone during lunch, and have no friends at all. So she sits there silently, trying to block out whatever they’re saying, most people at school even believe she may be mute.

There’s no time hanging out before or after school, that would be silly to get her confidence brought down even more then it has to. It much more peaceful at home, a safe spot, hence the reason it’s always the best place to search for the quiet girl. More often than not she can be found in a comfortable little spot, her head in a book, completely forgetting about the district around her. None of her family members are like the girls at school either; they’re never mean but actually the complete opposite, all protective and nice, listening to the select words to escape the quiet girl. It only happens when she has to talk, she doesn’t want to be rude and ignore someone she loves, so she does respond to them. Rarely Iona will even comment into a conversation going around the dinner table, or living room. There was a lot of information she knew, and sharing them with her family seems like a necessity.

History:

Do you know what the perfect family is like? Well there’s no such thing, but the Holbrook’s were pretty close, even being in a District like Eleven. There wasn’t much that Iona could remember about how nice and sweet her family life was; after all she was only four when it all came to a sudden stop. Before that though, it was very comfortable. Iona was the first baby girl after her two older brothers Adrian and Emery, and it was evident with an abundance of attention. Plus her mother was awfully excited to start putting together some baby girl clothes, though she started with hammy-downs on account they were predicting another boy. After two in a row they didn’t believe they’d have any, which probably made it all that more special. She was very quiet, rarely crying and when she did it was a small hushed one. All Iona wanted to do was stay content in someone’s arms, silently listening to everyone’s conversations.

Even at the age of two Iona hardly spoke; her parents were concerned until realizing she could understand perfectly what everyone else was saying. She just didn’t want to babble on like most two year olds. The quiet household was given a sudden change when the next baby was born, because this one desired much more attention, and had a much louder voice…even from the beginning. It didn’t bother Iona though, who learned to entertain herself with books at an extraordinarily young age. Of course she continued to stay around her family, but now there was no point in listening in with only baby-talk filling the room. There was no valuable information for Iona to store into her tiny brain, though most of things would be forgotten anyways.

Usually such an intelligent brain would consume and remember information even from a young age of four, but everything just seems so foggy from thar point back. Mommy and Daddy were going somewhere for a while, the young child not understanding what a while meant, or the tears streaming down Mommy’s face as she hugged her children goodbye. Or Daddy’s advice to her older brother’s to watch over their sisters, they’d be back by tonight certainly. But they weren’t, nor were they the next day, or the following week either. For a while Iona would read a book on the front porch as the sun was setting, waiting for her parents to come pick their babies up. It never happened though, and as the memory of them slowly slipped away, Iona stayed on the porch less and less, until one day she just gave up all together. Occasionally at the age of fifteen she still catches herself watching the sunset on the porch, a book in her hand, but her eyes staring at the path leading to the house. She’d claim to only be enjoying the beautiful view, even though she knew in her heart she was waiting for her parents to return.

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Face Claim: Doriana Agacinska
Part Of: Holbrook Family

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