The Fifth Annual Writer Games: The Fall

District Six Female: Itinera Traveho [LightOfTheMooneh]

Name: Itinera Traveho

Age: 16

District: 6

Sex: Female

Physical Appearance: Sometimes Itinera's dark hair is up in a knot and sometimes it's in a mess of a knot-ponytail, but there are always braids present in some shape or form. Sharp eyebrows of the same dark hue sit atop intimidating eyes which sit on either side of a slender nose. Her pale lips are often purses, restless fingers caught in her mess of hair when she's thinking (which is most of the time). She's tall for her age, standing at almost 5'7'', and her face is more matured than most her age. There's little muscle on Itinera's frame, so she knows that she'll have to resort to running and hiding.

Personality: Really, it depends on who you ask. If the baker down the street is your fancy, he'd tell you that she's a nosy little bastard. If you asked the butcher across the street, she'd say that she's a curious little thing. Of course, that's only because Itinera figured out that the person stealing a slice of raw chicken every Friday was the baker's wife. If you went to her parents, they'd tell you she's a to-the-point kind of gal, always sporting either a straight face or her thinking face. But if you asked the only one who mattered, Itinera herself, she'd tell you she's good at putting two and two together and telling you who's done what, who's doing what, and who's going to do what.

Background: For a family surviving the aftermath of a rebellion—Itinera likes to think of it as the biggest war to ever face the planet—Itinera's family is doing quite well. They kept their heads down—with the exception of her grandfather, who we'll get to in just a moment—and avoided the making of the malfunctioning hovercrafts that a number of District Six workers purposefully created for the Capitol. Her uncle, to be honest, is kind of a rat. He ratted out a couple of workers and worked with the Capitol against the rebellion in District Six. When all was said and done, the previous mayor was executed and Uncle Anguis took his place. This meant the family grew considerably wealthier and Itinera didn't suffer too much of the food shortages and fear of rebellion consequences that so many of Six did. Grandpa Scitus was considered to be the black sheep of the family, choosing to join the cause of the rebel force in gaining freedom. He fell victim to the early bombings, dying when Itinera was four or so. She was notably not all that close with the man, and her family doesn't talk all that much about him, but the butcher gave her his pipe, claiming that Scitus was the smartest man she ever knew, and if he joined the rebel cause there ought to have been a reason for it. He knew was the kind of guy that always won, and there was no way he could've lost that way. Itinera eats up all the stories, and she's dedicated her skills to solving this mystery of a lifetime: why did Grandpa Scitus join the rebels when the rest of the family didn't?

Reaped

Weapon of Choice: She isn't really all that experienced with anything she would consider a weapon, but she knows how to start a fire...fire can be used as a weapon, right?

Token: A wooden pipe. Her grandfather used to smoke it, but Itinera isn't the type; she likes the smooth feeling of the wood and how it helps her think.