Chai Miles~ District 7~

[kittyoemily]

Name: Chai miles ( pronounced Ch - I)
Age: 17
Gender:Male
District/Area:7
Appearance:

I have been keeping my hair for years now very short so I don't catch it in something while working. It is naturally really straight so it tends to stand up tall when I cut it. My hair is a black ash color. It tends to offset the darker skin I have by making it look lighter in comparison. My skin can be compared to the color of a cypress trees, so it is not exactly black, but not exactly white like a birch tree either. My hands are unusually small but it allows me to be good at carving wood. My most distinct future would be my eyes, which I get a lot of comments on from my friends and strangers and how they are small and squinted. They have the color of brown, which is cool since most wood is the color of brown.

You will often see me smiling when I am not working on carving wood. My smile is said to be the cutest part of my body. I guess that is understandable considering I don't have many muscles on my arms so they are considered scrawny to most. While I work on carving wood, and doing anything related to wood, you will often see me with such a serious face on. My eyes get smaller than they already are, and all I can pay attention to is the wood. Only paying attention to the wood has sadly given myself a lot of burn marks on my fingers. The reason for this is when starting the fire in the house, I kind of don't want to let go of the wood once I have felt it. You can call me a bit obsessed with wood. So even once the fire has been started I hang on until well until I get burnt and feel the pain then finally do I pull myself out of the obsession with the wood and back to reality.

I am a normal height for a guy in district seven. I stand at 5 foot nine inches. I guess you can say it is the perfect height, I personally don't know what to think of it. You will often see me with my shirt off, which is not exactly a pretty site. I mean I am not chubby at all in fact I am lean, but with hair on my chest, and virtually no muscles, I sort of just look odd because there is nothing to look at.

Personality:

What wood you think of me is the question? Ha ha seriously I love wood. I am almost creepily obsessed with wood. I mean not that it is odd to like it in district seven since we are known for our wood, but some how I have a feeling I go beyond the norm. I love to craft wooden objects. I am dang good at it too. You will see me more often than not with wood, or reading up on something about wood. I can name off every type of wood that is native to district seven... well that grows in district seven. I guess you can say that I am smart since I can remember that stuff? Although I am good at wood and such, I am awful at school. I am always distracted about my next wood project, or just plain something to do with wood.

Although my social life kind of lacks due to my odd obsession with wood, when I am not on the subject of wood, people find me to be a pretty cool guy. I can keep a conversation going even if once in awhile it comes back to wood some how. Yeah I can get very distracted because of wood. I would say wood would be my kryptonite as far as life is concerned. I have even skipped dinner sometimes to just go and work on a wooden chair or something.

A good thing that has come from my obsession with wood is that I have been found to be a good worker. I have actually made a good amount of money with my wood crafting skills. I can be very focused and persistent. I always make sure that the job is done. I can also be very funny sometimes. I mean bold word sometimes. You won't see me every day saying ten jokes or more, but I will bust a good joke out once in awhile that people will laugh at a lot. I am a very calm individual for the most part, honestly other than my whole wood obsession I can keep things in perspective. I am scared of the Hunger games, but I realize if it comes it comes. I am more afraid for my younger brother. I care dearly about my younger brother even though I may not pay as much attention to him as I should.

History:

My dad is a wood worker, which means he crafts wood, and makes stuff out of it. He knows everything about wood. How to prepare it, how to sand it, and even what kind of wood it is. He has passed everything he knows onto me. I have always been interested in it since my dad taught how to view wood when I was five. He taught me how each wood was unique just like my mom,brother and I. Even if the capitol does not view us that way like most people view wood, we are unique like wood. This had always made me feel special, and feel connected to the wood. Like we were similar. Undervalued that is. My brother on the other hand was my moms favorite, so he never got in to wood.

My mom no longer lives with us. We are not sure if she is alive or what. She could be in the capitol for all we know. Anyways when I was eight and my brother six she wanted us and dad to run away with her to be wanderers. She knew that we were both itching our ways towards reaping age and she could not stand it. She did not want to see us get reaped and killed. Our father disagreed. He said that as a wanderer they could get captured and killed, or even worse turned all into avoxes. He did not care if he was turned, no he had his life he was wise for that reason. No he cared about us who would have to spend a whole life as an avox. My mom left later that month. I mean people could have snitched and told for some free food as a loyalty gift from the president, but we think she went for being a wanderer. We never heard her since. We are not sure if she made it being a wanderer, or she starved, or was injured, or was even captured by the capitol. From there she could have been captured and tortured to death, or turned into an avox which from what I heard is even worse than torture. Every thought has not been good. Her life ended, or being tortured, or her making it and never coming back to get us. She could even have a family.

All of those thoughts have clearly reached my little brothers mind too. He has become increasingly more depressed. He even blames me sometimes for mom leaving us. I love him a lot, but I suppose our bad relationship is partially my fault because I don’t bother to reconnect either. I spend most of my time on wood. My father has taught me everything about wood. Even how to make a fire. I was told that knowing how to make a fire by hand would come in handy if I were to go into the games. He explains I would have an advantage. I know its false, because I mean careers have more of an advantage. Not to mention a fire could signal to someone where you are. Every one knows that right? I think he did it so I knew how to “ antique" wood with out any of his help. So if I am working late at night on a project and he is sleeping I am able to start or restart the fire. This allows us to make more money for the family, one sleeps while the other person uses the work space to work. We make enough to fill our stomachs every night and get something a bit cool for each of us every few weeks. I found making fire and wood working kind of neat to be honest. I even attempted to teach my little brother. I guess you can say I was trying to reconnect. Even if it is considered that, it does not matter because it did not work. I guess my brother and I will continue to drift away like two ice cubes in a cup.

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[shrimp]

so much wood omg

accepted!