Post by night on Jun 20, 2012 17:58:43 GMT -6
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Name: anya tylar weston
Nicknames: west
Gender: female
Age: 18 years old
District: district 4
Job: her father is a fisherman; she helps him
Description: anya is around five foot six, so she's normal height for girls her age, although her skeletal structure is rather petite. it helps because she is a runner, and very fast, very agile. she knows how she looks and how she looks is good. she considers herself pretty. most of the time her long mocha brown hair, which normal falls around her shoulders like stretched-out-slinkies, is up in a ponytail so it doesn't get in her way. her eyes are large, just almost too big for her more delicate features, and a brilliant shade of sea green. usually, anya has dark circles around her eyes from lack of sleep. until recently, she always had a few bruises and cuts. she is covered in lean, feminine muscle, for she is/was a career and a victor of the hunger games, and her skin is well-tanned from spending all her free time in the water.
Personality: anya is quiet. most of the time she keeps to herself. it's not that she's shy. she simply prefers not to interact with many other people. but she likes to act out. she's a known troublemaker, a bad girl. anya is very confident, in both herself and her abilities. she distances herself, though. from everyone. since the time she was young, when she first started training, she just stopped trying to be close to people. it wasn't worth the time, she figured. even anya's parents don't know her very well. those that have tried to know her find out that she is cold and cruel and self centered and often times bossy. but she isn't truly like that, no. towards people she truly cares for, anya is wildly protective and would do anything for them. it's odd, though. she doesn't like the hunger games. of course she wouldn't -- she lived through them. but she had so badly wanted to be in them. even when year after year she had seen all the bloodshed and sickness and pain. it's odd. she wanted to be in them.
History: anya had a fairly normal upbringing in district 4. her parents were fairly young, and very beautiful. they gave her everything she wanted, even if they were the richest of people. during her childhood, anya often obsessed about the way she looked -- she was wildly insecure about every part of herself. people thought she was weak because of her pampered life at home, her beautiful parents. and then it was just taken away. her mother got sick died, though, when anya was young. and her father drank. it wasn't long before her father started smacking her around, dealing out punches and kicks even when she hadn't done anything wrong. he was angry. and the only way to channel the anger was towards his young daughter. when that started, she grew cold. she just didn't care. not only did she lose her mother, but an entire life. she stopped talking to friends, and began working hard to become a career and hopefully a tribute, and spent time working on her father's fishing boat. they lost a lot of money. they don't have much food. she's angry. and anya feels guilty. she knows her mother didn't like the games -- even anya doesn't. she, herself, doesn't understand what element of the games suddenly attracts her. recently, when he hit her, she threw a chair at her father. then a table. he, in his drunken stupor, was no match for a young, strong career. new then the reaping came around. and when the reaping came around, anya volunteered. she got in. she was on her way to the hunger games. there, she made friends with her fellow tribute from district 4. it was unintentional, but it happened. and she grew attached and it was sick. but that didn't matter, secretly anya wanted him to win. everything back home in district 4 was sick, she was sick, she didn't want to be around anymore. the best way to go, the best way anya could think of, was helping him win. but she failed. she failed in helping him to win. she then failed in dying. it was, by all means, an accidental victory. now anya spends all her time alone. she doesn't talk. her father hits her. she hits him. she hates that her fellow tribute died. she hates that she let it happen. everything is wrong. everything is sick.
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