Robin Gillette

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Sex: Female

Age: Fourteen

District: 9

Weapon: None *she's not into violence

Name: Robin Gillette

Appearance: At first, you'd see everything but Robin. She's sort of like an animal; blending in with the mesh of everything else, like camouflage. She resembles a lumpy carrot. Her head is like a pea: round. She has rosy cheeks, a rigid nose, and pencil-thin lips that often curve into an unsatisfied grimace. Robin's hair is red like flame. Her curls are bouncy like springs and they bob up and down as she walks. She actually has shorter hair than most girls would. (Her hair goes down to her tender cheeks). Robin has thin legs, scrawny knees, equally weak arms, and nails that are like a wolverine's.

Personality: Robin's mostly opinionated. She's not afraid to show what she likes and dislikes, and widely spreads her opinion no matter what the consequences are (unless the consequence is death). Sometimes she comes across as snarky and rude, but her accomplices view her as funny instead. People say she cracks so many jokes and says what she thinks (even if what she's thinking is hurtful), so people can see her and so she doesn't blend into the average crowd of District 9.

Backstory: Robin's family worked to produce all the food. Since she was so young, she stayed to herself and was a shy (yet nosy) little pumpkin. Although people thought she was a sweet, innocent darling, she was just the opposite. She thought nasty things in her head about arrogant people who boasted about how gorgeous they were or how muscular they thought they were. Once all the crops were, Robin got infuriated. Why were they even making this food? She wasn't thinking of the consequences, because she was so youthful and often didn't think past the present. She lit a flame at ease, and then lit a crop on fire. It burned. It wasn't long until someone found pits of smoking ash. District 9 worked day and night to cover up their fumble with the food. Someone got punished for it, but all Robin knew was it wasn't her. The person who got accused probably went to the Capitol, becoming a servant for lazy and petty Capitol people. She mostly kept to herself about the situation, but her parents had a suspicious stench to them, and so she mostly kept away from everyone except her little brother.

Token: She has a locket that she always wears around her neck. Inside of the locket's shimmering gold is a small scoop of the ashes from all the burnt food.