Maude Hart, District 5 Dec 23, 2011 17:08:54 GMT -5
Post by Steffenee on Dec 23, 2011 17:08:54 GMT -5
Name: Maude Hart
District/Area: District 5
District/Area: District 5
[/size][/blockquote]Personality:Maude has auburn hair that seems to always fall into her face. She has it cut so that it does that, she doesn’t like others seeing her face very much, therefore she works hard to hide it through her hair. Sometimes her mother will get ahold of her and cut her hair so that it is out of her face for the most part, at least for part of the time. She has dark green-brown eyes that show her childishness at heart, though not always. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and for Maude that is very true, you can almost always see what she is feeling through her eyes, if you take the time to look. Her skin is nearly flawless except for the occasional pimple on her face. She has a very round face with large eyes and perfectly shaped lips, at least for her face. Her nose seems big to her but it looks good on her face at least.
She has a thin body, though she does have some curves. Her body would be considered athletic by most people even though she doesn’t have much for exercise, or at least she doesn’t preform it often enough for her body to look as athletic as it does, though she is in shape. Her style is a mix between girly girl and tomboy. She wears jeans and t-shirts more than dresses and shirts, but in the district they are in it is almost always expected. She loves the color dark violet; you will almost always catch her wearing something that is dark violet. It could be her flower necklace, which was the last present from her older brother, or her shoes that are the only ones she wears.
[/size][/blockquote]History:Maude is a sweet girl that has seen a lot of pain in her fifteen years of this cruel life. She doesn’t like her life as much anymore, she looks at is as horrible and awful and sometimes wonder if it should just be over. She doesn’t show anyone these thoughts though; sometimes she can even hide the feelings from her eyes, not that she has to do that much because her mother doesn’t have the time to look at her or even really talk to her. No one has the time to really pay attention to her, not anymore and that is hard on her. She misses having people around who seem to care about her. She understands that her mother doesn’t have the time or the patience to deal with her only child now.
She misses her mother though, when things were simple and easy; she misses her unbroken family but those days will never come back. She is a very social person and has lots of friends—something you would not expect from someone who can get so depressed. She figures she turns out social because of her need not to be found out by others, to keep the secret of her broken family. She loves being out with her friends, more so because she is out of the house then because she has the desire to be normal. She always found normal overrated and can’t stand it.
She acts like she doesn’t care about school or about anything but her friends, but that is honestly not true. She loves school and she is good at it. She has some of the highest masks in her class and is happy about it. She doesn’t let others see her grades so they all assume that she is bad at school and she is perfectly fine with them thinking that. She also loves to read and write and even draw. She doesn’t do it really anymore though, unless she is writing to make herself feel better. She doesn’t like people to read what she is writing 90% of the time, the only person who was ever allowed to read it was her father. But he isn’t around anymore.
Codeword: OdairMaude was born the second child in her family; her brother was nine at the time. She was the baby of the family and everyone loved her, even her older brother. Her family owned a small store and was always fairly well off. She loved her life, her perfect family. They all got along and everything was perfect. It was easy for them, and they never thought that they would be touched by the hunger games, not mom or dad, or her older brother even. They seemed to think that they were untouchable. She believed it as well, as any small child would believe what their parents did.
When she was nine years old and not yet able to be reaped, the unthinkable happened—at least in her family—her brother’s name was drawn. It was probably the worst day in her entire life, her parents too. They had believed it, that their children would never be picked, but then her brother’s name was drawn and their whole life changed. She knew it; from that day on her life would never be the same. When he was up on stage and no one volunteered to be the tribute she was thinking back to the day or so before—when her brother gave her, her dark violet necklace that she still wears to this day. It had been out of the blue, he said that it was for the celebration of his last time in the reaping. That year she watched in horror as her brother fought for his life trying to get out alive. It broke her heart having to watch it. He brother was killed as one of the middle people about 17th if she had to guess. It killed her parents to watch their son died, and it killed her a little inside too.
It wasn’t much longer after that that her father left her and her mother. Her parents had been fighting since the day her brother was killed and it was really no surprise to her when they separated. It was hard on her to watch her father pack his things and move out leaving their shop to her mother; leaving his old life with his family behind. When the district started the oil industry, her and her mother suffered a drop in income, but it didn’t cause them much damage, they just had to cut down on their spending. They still always have food because it is just the two of them. She has friends to get out of the house and the shop and keep away from her mother, who is constantly talking of her brothers when the hunger games come around. She knows that her mother just misses him, but it gets annoying because it seems like she loved him more then she loves her. It is hard for any teenager to believe that their parents love them when another sibling died. Sometimes it seems as if her mother believes her brother will come back.
playby: gabrielle aplin