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Asteria Ghanis is a tribute from District 5 who belongs to Can't think on a decent username right now. Do not steal information, as she belongs to the user who made her.

Asteria Ghanis
Name: Asteria Ghanis

Age: 15

District: 5

Gender: Female

Weapons: Well, i don't have much weaponry experience. I never actually used a weapon, other than a knife to cook, and people describe me as frail and small, so i wouldn't be able to beat someone who has a big weapon and is physically built, tough luckily i have a great sight that allows me to throw spears perfectly, and like it wasn't enough for a normal girl from a poor district, i have limited - but deadly - tomahawk skills.

Personality: By outside, i'm a really nice person. Clumsy, but when you get to know me we will most likely become main enemies or best friends. People often came to me to find emotional help, because they know i have interest in psychology, but they don't know why. The real reason i keep for myself, and after years living with it, i managed to keep it in secret for most of the people. When people treat me with respect, i'll return it, but i have a problem, a problem i just can't control. I often have mental attacks, that drive me crazy and make me shout frantically, and try to hurt anyone who tries to stop me. Only my parents know about it, well, most exactly my mother, and she paid the price, something that traumatized me forever.

Backstory: I was born in District 5, the powerplant district. I'm the daughter of Magnolia Alila and Edson Ghanis, both powerplant workers. We don't receive enough money, but it is enough to keep me alive. My life is normal overall, i go to school, spend time with my family and learn about the story of our nation, Panem. I have various friends, most with mental disturbs, but with the time and my help, i believe they will get healed, and be able to be treated as normal people. Untill my early 10s my life was like this, but some days after my 12th birthday things started to take a different way. At my first reaping, i got reaped. One of my mentally disturbed friends, volunteered to save me, and i didn't want to let that happen, but i was only 12, and was frozen by fear about what could happen, this way i just stared at the cludy sky as my friend made her way to the stage. This year was terrible, my friend died during the games, being ripped in half by a mutt, and like it wasn't enough, my fathe suffered a accident while working and lost his legs. Unable to work, or even to move, mom was forced to work during almost the whole day, but she was in a lowest level and didn't receive much money, so food slowly started to disappear from our table. For the life of everyone i love, i started asking for tesseraes, but grain wasn't enough to keep us alive, so i decided to take an attitude. On a regular evening, i left home to try to sell some old clothes of mine at our dark market, The Butching, was its popular name. It was ilegal to be there, and the peacekeepers thought it didn't exist anymore, but it was re-built under the ground. I openned the hole that was the main "door" and soon found myself in the middle of a real mess. People crying, frantically trying to sell a lot of things nobody else wanted, starving womens selling themselves for the richest mens... It was terrifying. I slowly walked untill the table where a old women and what i suppose to be her grandaughter were standing, and show the bag of clothes. The old women buys it, and as she puts it inside a backback, i can't avoid looking at the girl. Horrified big blue eyes staring at me curiously. She was really thin, and appeared to be on her 8s. The old women, who later introduced herself as Patricie, told me her grandaughter, Sparky, had a problem. As i examinated the helpless little gril, i heard gunshots, followed by screams. Peacekeepers were entering the place. Only after being shot in the stomach, watch Sparky's jacket get dyed red, and realizing all around me was on fire, i realized the peacekeepers most likely followed me down. After that day, i started hating myself. I was the only one to survive, almost not escaping. There were around 90 people there including me, and now i'm all left. That event changed me. I started having anger attacks every day, and was able to keep it in secret, untill my mother found me while i was breaking plats against the wall. Insane the way i was, i didn't hesitate in killing her. After it, i wouldn't able to live with myself. I tried to commit suicide, but i just wasn't brave enough to do that. That year was when i volunteered for The Hunger Games, hoping to get the honor and be able to support myself again.