Hanna Cherub (District 9) Finished!
Dec 4, 2011 21:19:57 GMT -5
Post by *~Ink~* on Dec 4, 2011 21:19:57 GMT -5
Name: Hanna Cherub
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
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Well, I don’t really know where to start from here. I guess that I’ll just start at the top! My long (3 inches past my shoulders) hair is a dark brownish color, and is naturally very curly and kinky. I have it parted straight down the middle, and I have a tiny widow’s peak. Moving down my face, I have dark eyebrows and hazel eyes. The skin on my face is an olive color, and my lips are a pale blush pink. You could say that I have lightly rosy cheeks, but I could really care less about that. I have tan olive colored skin that will never burn and I don’t have any curves anywhere. My hands are dainty, but my feet are size 9, which is HUGE for a girl here. My ankles and wrists are scarred badly, so I hardly ever wear anything other than long dresses or jeans, and I often wear bracelets. I weigh around 118 pounds, and I am 5’ 6.
I try to be outgoing in my fashion. I normally wear a nice shirt with some jeans, or a dress with leggings, or anything else that is in fashion here in the districts. Capitol clothes are disgusting! I usually wear a necklace with a single pearl, from my grandma who gave it to me just days before she passed. If I were ever in the Games, no doubt that it would be my token. Like I said before, cute shoes are hard for me to find because of my size, so I usually wear a pair of boots or sneakers. No one knows, but they are actually in men’s sizes.
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 9
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Well, I don’t really know where to start from here. I guess that I’ll just start at the top! My long (3 inches past my shoulders) hair is a dark brownish color, and is naturally very curly and kinky. I have it parted straight down the middle, and I have a tiny widow’s peak. Moving down my face, I have dark eyebrows and hazel eyes. The skin on my face is an olive color, and my lips are a pale blush pink. You could say that I have lightly rosy cheeks, but I could really care less about that. I have tan olive colored skin that will never burn and I don’t have any curves anywhere. My hands are dainty, but my feet are size 9, which is HUGE for a girl here. My ankles and wrists are scarred badly, so I hardly ever wear anything other than long dresses or jeans, and I often wear bracelets. I weigh around 118 pounds, and I am 5’ 6.
I try to be outgoing in my fashion. I normally wear a nice shirt with some jeans, or a dress with leggings, or anything else that is in fashion here in the districts. Capitol clothes are disgusting! I usually wear a necklace with a single pearl, from my grandma who gave it to me just days before she passed. If I were ever in the Games, no doubt that it would be my token. Like I said before, cute shoes are hard for me to find because of my size, so I usually wear a pair of boots or sneakers. No one knows, but they are actually in men’s sizes.
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I consider myself to be a nice person, but doesn’t everybody? I am very self-motivated, and I really matured younger than most everyone else in my class. I am very outgoing, and I always follow my heart no matter what anyone else says. You may call me a bit stubborn, but once I have my mind set on something, I will never let go of it until it is accomplished or broken to the point where it cannot be fixed. I do tend to take a lot of risks, but what else will you get if you follow your heart? Sometimes, I’m not going to lie here, I make stupid mistakes. Lots of them. So yeah, I have a lot of things to regret, but am I going to let that stop me from going who knows where I’m running? Not at all.History:
A lot of people considered me to be “popular”, but after my friend left school, I seemed to slink back into the shadows, which I don’t necessarily enjoy. Honestly, I like being the centre of attention, but sometimes I go about it in the wrong ways. I have driven many people closer to me, and many others away, sometimes, I can’t even keep track of who is on my side in life and who isn’t! My parents think I’m too involved in social things and that I should concentrate more on my schoolwork, but aren’t teens supposed to have a social life?
Don’t get me wrong, I have my quirks too. Believe it or not, I’m not that fond of being a “popular”, in fact, I would rather have everyone be equal. Honest! I mean, I always try to include other people not in the group, but sometimes it just doesn’t work. I always try to strive for social equality in school, but I don’t really have that much power. My mood is constantly changing. I am happy and sad and mad and forgiving and vengeful and powerful and weak and lost and confident and unsure. I am everything at once, so sometimes my conflicting emotions can confuse people. Or, most of the time.
Oh gosh, where should I start here? I guess from the beginning! I was born on April 2nd 16 years ago to a wonderful mother and father. My mom, Lyta Cherub, is 39 and she is a seamstress who invents new clothing styles for the capitol. My dad, Kyle Cherub, is 41 and he is the manager of the energy cell factory near our house. A year before me, my big brother Daniel Cherub was born on April 30th. Now, he’s 17 and we pretend to hate each other’s guts, but we really love each other. I also have a little sister, May Cherub, who was born on July 8th 13 years ago.Codeword: odair
Enough of family matters; I’m going to start talking about me now. When I was born, my family was is the same economic state as we are in now- Middle Class. I am very thankful to be here, and I do pity the poor, but we aren’t so rich that we spend money left and right like some of the Peacekeeper families do.
In the past, we have secretly helped out Basil (my best friend) and her family in the past, but we really can’t afford to give them more than that. Basil and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember, and I almost got her in deep trouble. When I was 14, I took her into the woods where I had recently gone to explore. I really didn’t know any better, and it was very stupid of me. In the end, a Peacekeeper saw me, but not Basil, and I was brutally punished. They hung me on a big oak tree by my wrists and ankles, with rope that had little pieces of sharp metal attached that dug into my skin. It was really worse than you think. They hung me there for 4 days until I almost bled to death and died of thirst, then they let me down. I was out of school for nearly 3 weeks, and when I went back people avoided me for a while. It really was awful.
My uncle was chosen for the Hunger Games when he was 17 and my dad was 14. He died on day 2. The Reapings are always a solemn reminder of my uncle, whom I never met. I have seen pictures of him before, and my parents made me watch his Hunger Games. He looked exactly like Daniel, which really scares me. For some reason, my dad isn’t that sad over his death. I guess they weren’t very close. Growing up, I had a great childhood; I was happy.
My parents told me about the Games when I was 6, when most kids learn about it. For some reason, I just couldn’t understand death, and I still don’t. Does that mean I’m afraid of it? Not in the least. If anything, I’m curious. I’ve always found a strange fascination with the Games, not necessarily a good kind of fascination, just a weird one. I always find myself watching whenever someone is killed, while everyone else looks away. I don’t like it, but I can’t help myself. I need answers.
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