Age: 10
Gender: Female
District: 12
Hair Color: A dark red, sort of auburn.
Height: 4 feet 1 inch (1.2446 meters)
Other features: She has a strange crescent moon birth mark on the back of her neck and a weird thin gold line in the corner of one of her eyes.
Clothing: She is often found in a tattered blue dress, muddied and a little torn. Every few years she saves up enough to buy scraps to make a new one.
Likes:
-reading
-nature
-running
-climbing
-swimming
-drawing
-singing
dislikes:
-The Hunger Games
-being forced to do something
-killing
-older people
-crowds
-rain
-wolves
Weakness:
-scared easily
-not strong
-young
-not outgoing
Fears:
-wolves
-older people
-the dark
She spent time writing stuff down in a journal, consulting some of her dad's notes to see what plants were poisonous or not. Some plants she discovered, and had to determine their use. She was very careful when testing and examining plants, always inventing new purposes for a plant. She learned how to weave long leaves together to make almost anything. She learned how to wittle and carve. She even had a shot at hunting, constructing a crude bow and other weapons. It was mostly traps, however, that caught a lot of animals. She was a genius she it came to traps, again coming up with clever ways to trap anything from birds to fish.
When she turned 9 she was an expert on nature. If you threw her into the wild right now she would live happily, easily rebuilding her lifestyle based on her knowledge. Her family sometimes questioned where she went every day, and she said she was going to learn. She was never lying, because everyday she was always learning about nature. She even supplied her family with most of their money. She sold plants and animals she trapped, and placed the money on her mothers nightstand every night. Whenever her mother asked where it came from, Verity always said, probably someone nice who is looking out for our family.
At an early age, Verity turned into a human lie detector. A certain sound that only presented itself to her showed when people were lying or not. She never understood why, but the sound grated against her ears. She hated when people lied. Its like their voice becomes sandpaper. It bothers nobody else except Verity. She has heard of no one else with this ability. The only problem is, her secret isn't so secret, considering she can't lie about it.