athena s. landgraab (d.10) [finished]

[Emmy]

Name: Athena Savannah Landgraab
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 10
Face claim: Hailey Bieber

Appearance:

I stand tall at 5'7" on a good day, probably like 5'5" on a bad day. I don't look much like Athena the Greek Goddess, though I wish I had her grey eyes. Mine are hazel. My eyes don't change color--that's not a thing. I fluctuate between 120-135 pounds; water weight's a bitch. I'm pretty skinny, but with toned arms and legs. Its from lifting hay bales and bags of animal feed, I swear. Best workout ever. My legs are long and lean, almost gazelle-like. I'm a pretty quick runner. I'm blonde-ish. My hair gets sun-bleached in the sunnier months. I'm fair-skinned with a pretty good tan, probably because I spend most of my time outside on the ranch. The sun makes more freckles come out across the bridge of my nose and shoulders. I've got horrendous eyesight and require glasses if I'm awake. I've got pretty nice cheekbones coupled with a strong jawline. My nose is kind of pointy; I'm crazy insecure about it so please don't ask. Also insecure about my thin lips, which are chapped constantly.

People always tell me that my voice is deeper than what they expect based on my looks. I also have a pretty monotone voice, unless I'm really jazzed about something. I rarely smile, but I promise I'm not angry. I'm not scowling, but definitely not happy looking. I feel like its off-putting to people, and as such I think people treat me like an adult, not a young 18-year-old. I'm big on smirking and half-smiling. I've been told that my smirks make me look like I've got a "twinkle" or whatever in my eyes. I'll take the compliment. I do this weird thing where my eyebrows are constantly, and I mean constantly, furrowed. I'm always lost in thought. Its creating quite the wrinkle on my forehead. I'm also covered in scars. It comes with the territory of animal husbandry, but also I'm really clumsy so there's that. To name a few, I've got a hoof-print shaped scar on my right shoulder from, you guessed it, being kicked. I've got some acne scars on my cheeks and chin.


Now that I'm 18, I'm trying this thing where I look more like an adult, whatever that means. My hair is usually in some variation of a messy bun or half up, half down. I'm not really into brushing my hair. I'm not a flashy dresser. Working with cattle makes you that way. I'd say there's a 75% chance I'm in jeans--ripped-- and a dirty shirt. Bonus points if you see me with dirt or cow manure smudged somewhere on my body. Outfits are not complete without (dirty) boots.

Personality:

If you couldn't already tell, I'm a cynic and a pessimist. There's not much that makes me smile these days. Maybe its because I'm still a teenager, but I've definitely got that brooding/angsty teenager thing going on. I feel like I'm mad at the world. Living in poverty sucks. Living in District 10 sucks. Living in a world where the Hunger Games exists sucks. I've never watched it, by the way. Its barbaric. I know they use it a way to keep us poor folk in line, but I can stay in line without watching. However, if my father were ever chosen, I've volunteer as tribute in a heartbeat, full stop.



Now for some flaws. Well, uh, I'm afraid of snakes. Just kidding, that's not a real flaw. I'm anxiety-ridden. It makes ms superhuman. I can feel everyone's eyes looking at me. I can tell when someone is talking about me. I swear I can hear someone whispering about me from miles away. I break into nervous sweats constantly. And my face turns beet-red. If you want to know if I'm nervous or anxious, just look at my cheeks for flushing and upper lip for sweat. And foggy glasses. I wish I could say that I'm working on my anxiety, but I'm not. I'm coping--I'm something of a superhero. I cope by running. I love to run. I run every day, for miles at a time. I run like a swarm of bees are chasing me. My father tells me I sweat profusely in my sleep, but I think the running is helping. The light at the end of my tunnel is the reality that I get to work with animals. I love cattle and horses especially. Animal nutrition is something I've been learning from my father. Animals, and my father, are the only things in this cruel world that I truly trust. Another flaw: I'm simultaneously both a workaholic and a perfectionist. It keeps me up at night. I just want to make my father proud.

I'm big on rolling my eyes instead of engaging in conversations that annoy me. I talked about this above, but it's worth mentioning here: I'm pretty standoffish and I rarely smile. For people anyways, the animals make me smile every day. Sarcasm is like the cornerstone of my personality, along with humor. Having a monotone voice helps with the sarcasm. I pride myself in my wit. Some refer to me as a goofball, but only if they catch me in a good mood. I'm always quick to jab back at someone or coming up with something smart to say. I'm incredibly stubborn. I'm outspoken. I've never been afraid to stand up for myself or my friends. I'm super type-A. I plan everything, and keep a day planner. It hurts to deviate from it, though I rarely ever do. I'm very curious, dare I say nosey. I love knowing everyone's business. I promise I don't gossip, though.


In spite of all of this, I'm pretty easy to get along with. I'm fairly easy-going. I'm open-minded. If I like and trust you, you'll see that I've got a pretty big heart. I'm fiercely loyal. I've got a borderline photographic memory, and I'll remember if you wrong me. Mainly out of sheer anxiety, I'm motivated and ambitious.

History:

I'm not one for thinking about the past. I'm an only child. Its just me and my father. My mother died when I was ten, I don't like talking about it. I grew up on a small cattle and sheep ranch. Its a few acres, and we've got sheep, dairy cattle, and goats. We mostly produce wool and milk. Couple horses too. Our house isn't much, two bedrooms and one bathroom. Its a corner lot, and its blue.

My dad always has classical music playing, drink in hand. He doesn't say much anymore. He spends most of his days maintaining the ranch, fixing broken fences and the like. I'm largely responsible the the day-to-day operations of the ranch. I feed the animals, and check for injuries and illnesses each morning. The hardest part of the day is the morning scan through the field for any dead animals. Its especially hard when someone is dead. Ever since I was little, I've been spending most of my mornings in the field, starting at the sky, just thinking. Listening to the animals graze. I would camp out in the field some nights, with a small lantern and a really good book. My father taught me survival skills. "These are the most important things a girl should know," he would insist as he taught me how to spark a fire and pitch a tent. 

I did well in school growing up. I was wicked smart, too smart for my own good. My anxiety kept me in check. I was never big on speaking class, or anyone for that matter. I wasn't a loner, but I definitely was not popular by any stretch of the imagination.

Other:

[Emmy]

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