Coral Airelmist~ District 4~ Finished!

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Name: Coral Airelmist
Age:17
Gender:Female
District/Area:4
Appearance:

Dark brown silky long straight hair. It is a known Airelmist's hair color. My father has it, and so does my grandfather. Well did at this point. While my hair mimics my fathers, my eyes mimics my mothers. It is a dark brown eye color, and gleams in the sunlight. I have a smile that could light up anyone’s day. They say it was like my grandma’s smile.

My ears, I cover up them since they have a tip to them that look a bit elfish. my ears are my worse feature of my body. They come from neither my mother nor my father. MY father used to say it was a gifted mutation, I would catch him roll his eyes almost as if he knew full well that it was ugly. I would laugh it off with my smile, but my cheeks would turn red in embarrassment. I learned to cover them.

You will often see me with the latest styles of the year. Only thing I don't like are tramp outfits. I like to look elegant. My arms are surprising, in the fact that they are muscular. I guess you can say it is thanks to the gymnastics that I take. I am decently muscular, but still small enough that I don’t look like a guy. Only other problem I have with my body is the outtie belly button I have. It pokes out very badly that sometimes I have to look for thicker shirts just so it does not show through the shirt.

Personality:

I am am pretty average girl. I like to keep up with the latest fashions, and I have dreamed of one day finding my true love. I have grown up listening to my parents every step of the way with only some stand offs and rolling of the eyes. I have grown up acting like I am compassionate only finding out earlier in my teens what it is really like to have compassion.

I have made a consistent effort of undoing my poor qualities, the ones that I grew up due to being born into a rich family and getting everything. I guess you can call me persistent. My grandfather had opened my eyes to change. I have opened my eyes to the real world and found it very sad. I realize how awful the Games are, but they don’t scare me at this point. I guess you can say I am still spoiled since you can’t take me out of district four where there are plenty of careers to volunteer. I am grateful for this, so grateful that I forget about the other districts suffering. I care about the other districts but have taken for granted what I have and want more.

I have been judging my whole life, one thing I really can’t get rid of. I feel bad, time and time again because after the fact I know it is wrong; but during the fact I really don’t know. I hold back when I am sad. I really don’t like people knowing that I am sad. I will go back to my room and just cry, but in front of people I won’t let them see that I am sad or want to cry. I can get jealous easily and that actually shows on my face. It stinks because I actually get sad when people show interest in other people, but all they see is the jealous part. My bad parts is what I am afraid of people seeing, but that is what they see.

History:

I was born into a family that had everything. my parents owned one of the wealthiest fishing boat companies in district four. They have so much money, that they are able to rent out some of their boats to make even more money. They don’t charge as much as they should they say. They say they help the poorer fishermen here make a living. I have only recently found out the truth. I still try to believe my parents are good people, that they really do charge the fishermen a little bit.

My parents have taught manors from a very young age. “ Coral, don’t cross your legs at the dinner table.” they say. “Coral cross them while sitting at the couch, never curl up, and sit up straight.” “ No burbing, or slurping your soup Coral.” This was all before I was eight. Only allowed to play before I was five. Imagine ending child hood before it ever started. That is not all bad I learned manors. I learned right from wrong. I learned how to be a good panem citizen.

My parents would give me presents all of the time, get me anything I could possibly want. I got the latest fashions, I was able to have a pet cat. They signed me up for gymnastics, and although they would not let me due career training when I was twelve and begged them, I realize now that they saved me from those blood thirsty beasts. My life is not all set up to directly go in the games at the height. I have learned gymnastics if that day came,which we all know someone would volunteer if it did. So Life was not all that bad. I was raised correctly.

That is what I thought. No my day was not being raised for going into the blood thirsty hunger games that as I became older and less naive has made me even more nauseated at the thought of it, no it was much worse. I was being raised specifically for one reason, marriage to make money. Yeah that is right an arrange marriage. Ever since they told me two years ago, they can’t stop reminding me to not flirt, and to respect myself so my future husband can respect me too. They talk about the merging of the companies and how they are so excited for the first “ date” and the first time me and my future “ husband” will meet. Sometimes I feel like my grandpa is the only one that really cares. He was the one who built the company up when his family had nothing. He is the one who remembers what it is like to be family and how to love your family. He taught me about compassion more than just for show reasons, but real compassion. Yeah my parents have and give me everything, but they forgot one thing LOVE.

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