DISTRICT 3
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Catrina Emery
Gender: Female
Age: 13
PERSONALITY
Weapon of Choice: A swiss army knife
Hobby: Kick-boxing, some Taekwondo, Capoeira, amaetuer horse-back riding
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Eye Color: Hazel Brown
Hair: Black, waist-long
Height: 5'1
Skin: Tanned
ALLIANCES
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STATUS: Alive
ITEMS: one swiss-army knife
REAPING DETAILS
A tall man wearing a spontaneously colorful jumpsuit and slicked back bright white hair smiled maniacally down at us. "Hello!" His loud, obnoxious voice boomed. He stood upon the stage proudly, as if he were about the perform some incredible feat. "Today is the day of, quite possibly, your," He looked each and every one of us in the eye, which, somehow, only took him a few seconds or so to do, "reaping." His long fingers reached into the glass bowl and pulled out two slips of paper.
"Tribute girl. Catrina Emery!" He called with a smile. My heart must have stopped beating right then, I now think, as I pushed my way through the crowd.
"Ah. Good, good. Stand there." He instructed. I wanted to say something. Anything. But my lips were pressed together and my throat was dry. "Tribute boy," He continued. "Cheshire Catwells."
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