Vivie Dunlap / D7 / DONE

Vivie Dunlap / D7 / DONE Sept 8, 2013 11:41:53 GMT -5

Post by Emma on Sept 8, 2013 11:41:53 GMT -5

Name: Vivie Dunlap
Age: 14 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

I have a thin frame, my shoulders narrow, and my hips slim. I tend to appear to have no ribs at all, my rib-cage being so tiny. I seem to be unable to gain much body weight. I find it a pain, since that means I have a much harder time staying warm in the winter months in the forests of Seven. My elbow bone stick out awkwardly, and my wrists can fit between my thumb and pointer when I make an "O" with them. My fingers are long and bony, with small ovalish finger nails, from my extensive amount of biting them. My skin is a pale shade of yellow, and clear and crisp. It is baby soft, everywhere but the palms of my hands, and the bottoms of my feet. It glows, in a radiant sort of way, coming off my skin like a star. My thin skeleton is delicate and brittle. I break easily, and my skin is thin. I am constantly covered in bruises and scratched from walking in the forest bare-legged, or just bumping my leg on a table. My body takes a beating.

I stand rather, my head reaching no higher than the five-three mark. On top of my head is long stands of oak-bark colored hair, gleaming in the sun. I wear it long, hanging down my back. Usually parted in the middle, I settle for two braids or just down, hanging off either shoulder. It frames my slim face, ending with a pointed chin. Above that, pink, thin lips, that always stay open slightly, revealing slightly crooked, white teeth, with rather pointy canines. My nose goes out to an average length, but ends flatly, making it appear rather wide. Where my nostrils meet my cheeks is rather outlined, my nose casting shadows on my hallow cheeks. My eyes above are a dull grey colour, with short, dark eyelashes. Above are my eyebrows, thin and light, that match my hair colour.

[/size][/blockquote]Personality:

I am a figit. I always need to do something with my hand in order to concentrate. Whether it be biting my nails, running my fingers through my hair, spinning a pencil or balling up paper, I need to keep myself busy. I can't concentrate for more than 10 minutes. If i try, I become stressed. My mind turns into pudding, and I loose control. My voice gets screechy and high-pitched, my reflexes go wacko and my whole body begins to shake. Then I often burst into sniffely tears, as I mutter to myself that I can't do it. I can't seem to do it, my brain allow it. I seem to be crying or causing trouble in class, more often then not.

When I am not forced to concentrate, I am bouncing off the walls. Seeming to be full of energy, I can talk faster than an a bullet. I never seem to get tired. However, I can't seem to long-distance run because that requires focus, but I seem to be okay at distance runs. I have been able to swing an axe since I could remember, but so has every other child in this district. I'm okay, not as good as some, just okay. I am not that strong, being so tiny. In groups of people, I get crazy, my mind not thinking right. I act on impulse and not facts and what may be right. I can't explain it. Just happens.

As well as not being able to focus, I am extremely impatient. I hate waiting, and can't sit still. It ties into my figdety side, and I tend to wiggle or bite my nails when I feel impatient. I also don't seem to follow rules. They don't seem like they need to exist. They are just words and have no value. I break them all the time, but people don't like that. People don't really understand me, see. I am not always the most reliable person, I often forget things too. I am annoying, forgetful and hyper, and someone who isn't always the best to keep around.

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[/blockquote]History:

If you are looking for a tragic homelife story, you have come to the wrong place. My story is rather happy. My family is rather large I suppose, with 4 children, and 2 parents. My parents make good money. Pa logs in the woods, and Ma works as a clerk in a town-shop, assisting the family who owns it. We eat reasonable, with minimal luxuries. I am so skinny because of my mom, who I seem to mirror image. My sister and I look exactly like her, slim and bony, with slender faces and dull-grey eyes. I simply do not put on weight. My diet has always consisted as an equally balanced meal, but I have never weighted more than 100 pounds.

I have 3 siblings, One older brother, One older sister, and a younger brother. We are all one big happy family, and support me in my struggle to stay focused. The understand my troubles and have stuck with me since I was born. I have no problems with them usually, except for when I break their rules. Such as curfews and working. Pa, as mentioned, chops wood for the Capitol. He has wide shoulders, with dark hair, a scruffy beard, and a wide jaw. He contrasts so differently with my sliver of a Ma. His wide arms have always been a place of safety for me, running to them when I need confidence or just simply a hug. My father has always been my best friend. He taught me one day, that even though people may say you're never the right kind of person, you just need to look them in the eyes and tell them that you are you, and nothing they say can stop you.

At school, because I am so annoying and sensitive, I have minimal friends. I have some, of course, but not always the best people to hang out with. Lots are street children, with bad homes and broken hearts. I don't mind though, they are nice to me. Like my family, they understand what I go through, and help me through it. I know, down deep inside, they may not be the best people for me, but they accept me, and to me, that's all that's important, besides, I have never really figured out what kind of friends I would ever want. Takes too much concentration.

[/size][/blockquote]Codeword: odair
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