Oracle Miller (District 2)
Apr 15, 2014 23:01:48 GMT -5
Post by cm on Apr 15, 2014 23:01:48 GMT -5
Name: Oracle Miller
Age: 14
Gender: Female
District: 2
Appearance: Flaming red hair falls all the way down my back, but doesn’t have much body to it. That’s okay. I like it that way. My freckled face is oval in shape and my eyes are wide and thin and green with long, dark lashes. I have a big nose, if I’m honest, but I’m willing to overlook that for my better features. I have high cheekbones and pretty pink lips that I think hold an elegance all in their own, though that charm would be comical if taken in with the rest of my body.
I’ve just had another growth spurt, so that puts me at about 5’6”. I like my height because I think it’s pretty, but the tall stature paired with the fact that it keeps changing means that I’m a bit klutzy and awkward. If I am uncoordinated, it’s only because I’m all angly. My bony knees and elbows are always poking into things and tangled up in each other. Sometimes I feel like I can’t walk into a room without either tripping over a table or chair that my knees have caught on, or clearing every surface with my unfortunately far-reaching elbows.
My knobby joints are usually scuffed up and dirty from my running through mud and trees and whatever else. Though I’m not crazy about my joints themselves, I don’t really care about the dirt, because it just means that I’m having fun, usually with my brother/best friend. I also know that when I’m practicing my archery, it also means that I’m learning a valuable skill.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I try to eat, I can never get any meat on my skeleton of a body. I don’t seem to be unhealthy, not by my own or my family’s observations, but I just don’t gain weight and I don’t understand why. Try as I may, I can’t keep from being jealous of the girls at school and their pretty, curvaceous figures. I honestly doubt that I’m capable of that kind of beauty. I tend to lean toward gangly and awkward, but I keep trying to put on the weight in the hopes of filling out my skinny form.
Personality: I’m very outgoing and happy and I love making new friends, even though Reiyd will always be my best friend. I’ll give everyone a fair shot until they’ve proven that they can’t be a good friend. It hurts me a lot when people I care about go behind my back and do things, but, as I like to say, “everyone needs a second chance”. Or as my twin brother says, and much more eloquently (he’s a big reader) “Quick to forgive, slow to forget”. When it comes to the people in my life, I give the benefit of the doubt until they’ve pushed me far beyond those benefits.
Forgiving as I may be in my social life, I’m definitely too stubborn when it comes to stupid things, which is what Reiyd is constantly telling me. I sometimes find myself wishing I were as easy-going as my barely-older brother. I’ve been known to break glasses because they won’t stand on our uneven table properly. I know that it’s stupid, not that Reiyd hesitates to remind me (affectionate eyeroll), but I just can’t help myself. Once I’ve set my heart on something, I’ll do anything I can to work my way to my goal. Though I see how it turns out for good sometimes, I (sometimes) secretly hate how stubborn I am. A lot of times I let my emotions get in the way of better judgment. It’s a good thing I always have Reiyd by my side, because he’s the extra brain I often need. Unlike him, I’m a natural risk-taker. I love trying new things and I get so excited when those new things are just a bit dangerous. That’s one reason it’s so good to have someone reminding me how dangerous things can get! I’ve gotten hurt more than once despite my brother’s warnings (In my defense, it just sounded like he was being his overly-worried self.), but I’m certain that his advice has saved our lives a few times as well.
Sometimes I think I’m just a whirlwind of emotion. Whatever I’m feeling, it’s to an extreme; you could break your neck trying to keep track of my 180s. If I’m angry with you, I could break a board over your head without thinking, but when I’m happy I’ll greet the trees and say good morning to the sky. If you don’t believe me, just ask Mrs. Garson from down the street! We’re good friends now, but when we met I punched her impulsively. I even threw a rock through Marcus Garson’s bedroom window when he accused me of throwing like a girl. I think it goes without saying that he never said that to me again. Of course, we didn’t speak much, either, until we were apprenticed to the same blacksmith.
I don’t waste much time on studying because I don’t really like it. Besides, with a memory like mine, I only need to read or hear something once and I’ll probably know it forever. Reiyd helps me a lot with schoolwork, though. I can’t always get by on memory alone. I’m really lucky that my brother is the resident brainiac around here. I’m pretty sure that without him I’d never make it through school, or life in general.
History: Woodcarving is a hobby that has run in my father’s family for over three generations. His grandfather taught him to carve and my grandfather taught Reiyd and I, though I’m not very good at it. Reiyd is, though. He likes to carve little animal figures, which I decorate my bedroom with.
My father made me a beautiful bow that I now use to practice archery everyday. I adore the sport with a passion and train in almost all of my free time. I’ve become very good at it and have excellent aim, if I say so, which I do. I’m not always the most coordinated person, but when it comes to archery, I rarely miss my target. I drag Reiyd into my training a lot, even though he’s not into archery all that much. He’s not a bad knife-thrower, though his modesty keeps him from admitting it.
Papa has recently apprenticed me to a blacksmith, along with my brother. The work isn’t very hard once you know how to do it, but it doesn’t compare to running around the woods with Reiyd. I don’t know why Reiyd makes such a big deal of us working with Marcus Garson, though. He always watches Marcus and verbally attacks him if he says anything that Reiyd doesn’t like. It’s not like my brother to be so…well, like me. I have no idea what his issue is, but I don’t like working with our life-long neighbor (my life-long rival) any more than Reiyd.
Codeword: Odair
Other: I don’t tell anybody this, but I have dyslexia, which means that reading and writing is difficult for me. I can usually fake my way through things without reading, though, because of my near-photographic memory.
OOC:
Age: 14
Gender: Female
District: 2
Appearance: Flaming red hair falls all the way down my back, but doesn’t have much body to it. That’s okay. I like it that way. My freckled face is oval in shape and my eyes are wide and thin and green with long, dark lashes. I have a big nose, if I’m honest, but I’m willing to overlook that for my better features. I have high cheekbones and pretty pink lips that I think hold an elegance all in their own, though that charm would be comical if taken in with the rest of my body.
I’ve just had another growth spurt, so that puts me at about 5’6”. I like my height because I think it’s pretty, but the tall stature paired with the fact that it keeps changing means that I’m a bit klutzy and awkward. If I am uncoordinated, it’s only because I’m all angly. My bony knees and elbows are always poking into things and tangled up in each other. Sometimes I feel like I can’t walk into a room without either tripping over a table or chair that my knees have caught on, or clearing every surface with my unfortunately far-reaching elbows.
My knobby joints are usually scuffed up and dirty from my running through mud and trees and whatever else. Though I’m not crazy about my joints themselves, I don’t really care about the dirt, because it just means that I’m having fun, usually with my brother/best friend. I also know that when I’m practicing my archery, it also means that I’m learning a valuable skill.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I try to eat, I can never get any meat on my skeleton of a body. I don’t seem to be unhealthy, not by my own or my family’s observations, but I just don’t gain weight and I don’t understand why. Try as I may, I can’t keep from being jealous of the girls at school and their pretty, curvaceous figures. I honestly doubt that I’m capable of that kind of beauty. I tend to lean toward gangly and awkward, but I keep trying to put on the weight in the hopes of filling out my skinny form.
Personality: I’m very outgoing and happy and I love making new friends, even though Reiyd will always be my best friend. I’ll give everyone a fair shot until they’ve proven that they can’t be a good friend. It hurts me a lot when people I care about go behind my back and do things, but, as I like to say, “everyone needs a second chance”. Or as my twin brother says, and much more eloquently (he’s a big reader) “Quick to forgive, slow to forget”. When it comes to the people in my life, I give the benefit of the doubt until they’ve pushed me far beyond those benefits.
Forgiving as I may be in my social life, I’m definitely too stubborn when it comes to stupid things, which is what Reiyd is constantly telling me. I sometimes find myself wishing I were as easy-going as my barely-older brother. I’ve been known to break glasses because they won’t stand on our uneven table properly. I know that it’s stupid, not that Reiyd hesitates to remind me (affectionate eyeroll), but I just can’t help myself. Once I’ve set my heart on something, I’ll do anything I can to work my way to my goal. Though I see how it turns out for good sometimes, I (sometimes) secretly hate how stubborn I am. A lot of times I let my emotions get in the way of better judgment. It’s a good thing I always have Reiyd by my side, because he’s the extra brain I often need. Unlike him, I’m a natural risk-taker. I love trying new things and I get so excited when those new things are just a bit dangerous. That’s one reason it’s so good to have someone reminding me how dangerous things can get! I’ve gotten hurt more than once despite my brother’s warnings (In my defense, it just sounded like he was being his overly-worried self.), but I’m certain that his advice has saved our lives a few times as well.
Sometimes I think I’m just a whirlwind of emotion. Whatever I’m feeling, it’s to an extreme; you could break your neck trying to keep track of my 180s. If I’m angry with you, I could break a board over your head without thinking, but when I’m happy I’ll greet the trees and say good morning to the sky. If you don’t believe me, just ask Mrs. Garson from down the street! We’re good friends now, but when we met I punched her impulsively. I even threw a rock through Marcus Garson’s bedroom window when he accused me of throwing like a girl. I think it goes without saying that he never said that to me again. Of course, we didn’t speak much, either, until we were apprenticed to the same blacksmith.
I don’t waste much time on studying because I don’t really like it. Besides, with a memory like mine, I only need to read or hear something once and I’ll probably know it forever. Reiyd helps me a lot with schoolwork, though. I can’t always get by on memory alone. I’m really lucky that my brother is the resident brainiac around here. I’m pretty sure that without him I’d never make it through school, or life in general.
History: Woodcarving is a hobby that has run in my father’s family for over three generations. His grandfather taught him to carve and my grandfather taught Reiyd and I, though I’m not very good at it. Reiyd is, though. He likes to carve little animal figures, which I decorate my bedroom with.
My father made me a beautiful bow that I now use to practice archery everyday. I adore the sport with a passion and train in almost all of my free time. I’ve become very good at it and have excellent aim, if I say so, which I do. I’m not always the most coordinated person, but when it comes to archery, I rarely miss my target. I drag Reiyd into my training a lot, even though he’s not into archery all that much. He’s not a bad knife-thrower, though his modesty keeps him from admitting it.
Papa has recently apprenticed me to a blacksmith, along with my brother. The work isn’t very hard once you know how to do it, but it doesn’t compare to running around the woods with Reiyd. I don’t know why Reiyd makes such a big deal of us working with Marcus Garson, though. He always watches Marcus and verbally attacks him if he says anything that Reiyd doesn’t like. It’s not like my brother to be so…well, like me. I have no idea what his issue is, but I don’t like working with our life-long neighbor (my life-long rival) any more than Reiyd.
Codeword: Odair
Other: I don’t tell anybody this, but I have dyslexia, which means that reading and writing is difficult for me. I can usually fake my way through things without reading, though, because of my near-photographic memory.
OOC:
Is there anything else I have to do to be approved?
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