Post by Blanket Marsh on Jan 18, 2013 16:52:19 GMT 3
BLANKET HANNAH MARSH
AGE FIFTEEN
DISTRICT THREE
FEMALE
AGE FIFTEEN
DISTRICT THREE
FEMALE
+++Appearance+++
I'm a ginger, and my hair is nice and long. It's very wavey, but not close, long waves. I like it that way. I always wear my hair down, I hate putting it up. I've got lots of freckles on my face, and my skin is light toned. I have a big nose, and it stand out on my face. My ears sort of ben backwards, causing them to always seem hidden behind my hair. My skin feels smooth in some places, and others are tough as sandpaper. My face is one of the smooth parts, my arms around medium, but my feet are very rough. I guess it's from the never ending walking I do.
I'm pretty short, at only 4'10" most people are taller than me. I weigh a solid 88 pounds, and look very skinny. I'm boney too, but thats pretty common for people who can't afford enough food. District three or not, it's still hard, I bet at least one person in District one is not living comfortably. Seriously, lower number doesn't neccesarily mean richer.
I'm an unhealthy person, not as in I don't take baths and such, but ever since I was born I've had so many issues with my health. I am always coughing, and not little coughs either, they are extremely hard coughs that hurt my throat. I get ill easily, and don't get me started on how many times I've cought the cold.
Usually I wear whatever my mom gives me to wear, but it's also usually the same thing. I wear a black shirt my mom made out of some cloth I found, and I've had it for about year and a half, although I haven't grown much. I used to have some pants, but it got turned into a towel because I grew too big for them. My mom is very crafty, and sewed a spare blanket around to fit me, and now if I grow to big for it all she has to do is loosen the seams. I reaches about four inches past my knee. I used to not wear shoes, but my dad got enough money to buy them and he surpirsed me by showing them to me. It made me very happy, because I walk around a lot.
===Personality===
I really want my dad to recognize all I do. He works hard, yes, then comes home and tells me I'm lazy and useless. I don't want him to think that, I work hard. I spend my entire day running around doing things most people wouldn't want to do. Then once he gets home he tells me to do things so I won't be a waste of time. I hate it when he says that, and I also hate when he critisizes how I do things. I try my hardest! I really do. I'm usually very calm and tolerant, because I need work to help support my family, but I do occasionally snap. This is extremely rare, and I'm more likely to cry or shout in fear rather then lash out.
I try to be as honest as I can be, because lying is a bad thing. I get extremely hurt when people lie to me and I find out. I'm very quiet and shy, and literally have no friends beside my mom and brothers. I have a close relationship with my mom, but my dad and sister are as good as enemies to me. I don't know why my parents had so mnay children. Sometimes I feel pretty left out though, my mom and I have red hair but the rest of my family has jet black hair. I love my mom to pieces, she's the nicest person I'll ever know.
I'm very forgiving, which can result in some tears for myself, because sometimes people trick me. I always try and use my manners, because it's good to be polite and thats the way to get work. I hardly ever get compliments, so when I do I truly am baffled, and deny it. I don't think I look very pretty, or do good enough, since my family is still struggling.
When I'm scared I bite my fingernails, causing them to look very rough and uneven. I also talk in my sleep, sometimes to a point where Cody has to wake me up and ask if I'm okay. I get lots of nightmares, but I can't really help those. I also mumble thoughts when deep in thought, when I'm just thinking and waking I cnan think fine, but deeper means mumbling. When I get nervous I start tugging on my hair and tapping my foot. I repeat people sometimes as well, to help me understand what they are saying. Another notable thing is, when I accidently do even the smallest little thing I apologize. Sometimes I'll even apologize when someone just walks up to me looking angry. Especially my dad, I feel like I'm always apologizing to him.
I love riddles, and Chester gives me riddles to solve in the morning right before he leaves. He wakes me up anyways so I can try and find work or get going to school, so once my eyes open he gives me one, then right before bed when he gets home I'll tell him the answer. It makes me happy to be around Chester and Cody, they are both five years older than me, but they stayed to help my parents.
I'm an unhealthy person, not as in I don't take baths and such, but ever since I was born I've had so many issues with my health. I am always coughing, and not little coughs either, they are extremely hard coughs that hurt my throat. I get ill easily, and don't get me started on how many times I've cought the cold.
xxx|History|xxx
I was my parent's last child, and I'm pretty sure if my mom had any more children we'd all end up starving to death. My brothers were five at the time and my sister was three. Their names were Chester and Cody, who were twins, and my sister is Saura. Well you see, my parents had never really had enough money to support themselves, but they for some reason wanted kids. As a baby I spent too many nights going to bed without food, and I grew out of clothes so fast.
When I was five, I was walking around the house out of boredom, when my dad just randomly started yelling at me to go do something. He didn't like me, because he 'apparently' has more sense than my mom and wasn't too happy with four kids. He yelled at me to do something all the time, so I eventually walked into town and asked someone for a job. I was too young for a real job, but the merchant people would give me little jobs to do, and sometimes it was because of my size that I got them. I walked around a lot, delivering things for people and dropping things off, and that caused me to get very sore feet. My dad thought I was just going out to play, and no matter how much I told him or showed him the money I'd made, he just kept calling me names.
When I turned eight Chester asked me a riddle on Saturday, he'd heard it from a friend and wanted to see if I could figure it out. Right before bed I told him what I thought it was and got it correct. Sometimes I figure them out really quickly, other times it takes all day. He brought me home some candy the next day, and Cody, him, and I devoured it before Saura even got home. She was so upset, and began to side with my dad over matters about my brothers and I. Thus, my dad liked her better than my us. My mom became extremely defensive over us, but refused to treat Saura any differently. She would comfort me at bedtime, and whenever I got scared or upset hold me in her arms.
On my twelfth birthday, catastrophe was what you should call it. My mom got up enough money to buy a few cookies, and I was so excited. She took me to the bakery to pick which ones I liked, and when we bought them we went back home and left them on the counter. Everyone would get one, and I trusted that, so I went outside and played for a bit. Around late afternoon I went inside so we could eat the cokies, and cought my dad and Saura eating away at the last of them. No more cokies left! My mom grounded Saura, but my dad ungrounded her, and they fought, and I cried. It is very frusterating when your parents don't like eachother.
When I was fourteen, which was a few months ago, I cought the flu. I've cought the flue a few times, the latest besides that one when I was nine. I had a terrible week. I couldn't do a thing, and that gave my dad more reason to call me names. My mom attempted to stop him, but they got into a really big fight and wouldn't talk to eachother. After I got better, I tried to get them to communicate but they just wouldn't. Saura blamed it on me and now she won't talk to me. It's a very frusterating position, and I hate frusterating positions. They still won't speak to eachother, and my sister is still ignoring me. Although it might actually be a good thing Saura won't speak, but that doesn't really stop my dad.
