Penny Wheatgrove

Name: Penny Wheatgrove

 Age: 13

Gender: Female

District: 12

Weapon: Penny isn't what you would call classically trained in the art of weaponry. Honestly, she's not trained in weaponry at all besides hitting things with rolling pis and protecting herself with a piece of broken glass. Sh would be much better off grabbing a bag at the cornucopia and looking for broken glass the the houses than going after a weapon in the bloodbath.

Personality: Penny is a innocent and child-like, yet still is very matured from the fire and orphanage. She's curious, always wondering what something is or what someone is doing. Perhaps she's a bit too curious for her own good. Ahe takes many things seriously and has a heavy value on life, vowing never to take one like she did as a child, albeit it being an accident.

Appearance: Penny has the look a seam girl, depsite being born in the Merchant area. She has weary dark green eyes like the forests lining the Distirct and her father's dark chocolate hair, dangling just above her shoulder.Her skin is tanned, albeit lightly, like the rim of creme on top of a mug of coffee. Freckles dot her cheeks as if someone dotted her face with a paintbrush. Finally, she always wears a thread necklace she retreived from the ruins of bakery, to always remind her of her home.

Backstory: Born as a Baker's daughter from District 12, Penny was never poor nor very rich. She was just upper-middle class. However, she was one of the richest girls in the district compared to residents of the Seam. Never hungry, never wanting for anything. She had a good childhood, althouth she had no friends due to the aforementioned reasons. No, Penny always just sat at home and read or played outside by herself. Her parents never hung out with her as her father was too busy with the bakery and her mother had gained a horrible illness, making her bedridden. As Penny grew, she learned more and nore about bread making from her father. She even got to run the bakery on her own one day. However, this turned out to be a horrible move.

It all started when her father had to go get a special medicine in the Seam's apothecary shop for Penny's mother. He left her in charge as she could be trusted and was the only other person able to run the bakery besides her mother. She worked it and she did fairly well, almost never burning the bread. After a day or two, her father returned with the medicne. She was so excited that she spilt the flour and dropped wheat on the floor. Not only this, but also spilt it into the oven. As they ran into Mrs. Wheatgrove's room, it was too late. Penny's mother was dead. They cried rivers and lakes over her. Soon their tears dried up. They hadn't stopped, but they had evaporated. The wheat. The flour. It was burning. She rushed to the kitchen to try and end the blaze. However, once she reached it, the blaze had overcome the whole bakery. She ran back to her father and tried to pry him away from their mother, but he wouldn't go. After much prying, Penny finally kissed her father and ran back to the fire. Knowing she wouldn't be able to put it out alone and her father wouldn't help, she stuck to the brick walls and crawled out. Smoke filled her lungs, but Penny kept on going. The blaze burned the tables and glass melted, but she kept moving through motivation of garnering help to break into her parent's room and get them out. While the bakery was brick, their actual house was wood. Very flammable and breakable wood. She could see the light from the door. She could make it, she knew she could. Crawling, faster and harder every second. She was feet, inches, centimeters away. She grabbed the door posts and pulled herself out as she saw both buildings collapse. She was too late. Her family and way of life was gone in an instant. All because of her.

Many assumed she had committed arson to put her parents out of their misery, and thus tried to send her to a mental institution in 15. However, the judge decided against it, and decided to send her to the orphange instead. Penny did not want to go to 15. However, she would have killed to go there instead of the District 12 Orphanage. Despite her disdain, she did end up going to the orphanage. The Orphanage was a dirty and disgusting building in the Seam, where many children were dangerous little wisps who had cockrochhes for pets. Oh, how Penny hated it. It was only magnified by the fact she killed her father, although not actually meaning to. Due to the supposed murder, the children in the orphange were terr ified of Penny, so they treated her like an outcast. She was belittled, stolen from, and even attacked on several occasions. One of those times an older boy named Will tried to smother her with a pillow. Penny woke up screaming, swinging her arms around to try and punch her attacker. Before he could hit him however, her found hit a piece of broken glass. She clutched it in her hand and jabbed it into Will's abdomen, who dropped the pillow, shouting in agony. Needless to say, this didn't exactly gain her any more friends. By her thirttenth birthday, Penny was done. She needed a way out, but how? It hit her like a brick; The Hunger Games. She could voullenteer, and if she won she could get out of the orphange and bec ome rich. If she died, she could finally be back with her parents. Yes, she had a fear of death, but there had been winners who had not killed in the games. So it was decided. She would voullenteer for The Hunger Games. And do you know what she did?

 She did j ust that.

