Name: Amber Skye

Gender: female

Age: 12

District: 7

Appearance: bright, long, wavy red hair and wide innocent green eyes that can melt anyone's heart. Has lots of freckles on her pale skin. Average height for her age with a small but not so frail frame. When she smiles, her face lights up but recently she hasn't been smiling a lot.

Personality: like the meaning of her name states, she is fierce with a lot of sass, but recently that sass has been smothered by grief after her family's passing. She is a shell of what she was, a fiery fighter with an attitude that could do nearly anything with some throwing knives. She is stubborn and can have a lot of attitude when she feels necessary, but is also sly and witty and willing to think outside the box.

Background: she was born into a poor family as most people are and at the mere age of 6 became a lead climber, her mother a paper-maker and her father a lumberjack. She used to have a mother, father and unborn brother however only five months ago, her pregnant mother was beaten to death by a peacekeeper because she was too weak to work properly. Her father, in grief committed suicide three months ago, leaving her to fend for herself. She so far has survived using her wits. Before her fathers mind started to become clouded with sorrow, he was a cheerful man who despite their circumstances was optimistic. He taught her how to use knives after a wolf attacked her from the forest.

Strengths: amazing with knives, especially throwing them since her father taught her since she was young. She is strategic when needed and will not rush into a situation without her mind in the right place. She may be small, however that means agility and speed is on her side. Running is her forte, even for long distances

Weaknesses: she may be too sympathetic as she is only twelve and still merciful. Her strength might be a problem because she still has a very slight build. Too trusting

Weapon: knives of any sort, even though most in her district would use axes, when she was taught with weapons she was too young to hold one so she stuck with knives.

Token: a wooden ring her father made for her for her tenth birthday with the words, 'love, strength, happiness' carved into it.

Username: AReadingWriter

Timezone: Australian Eastern Standard Time

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"Hmm... Amber has more of a unique back round. Tragedy, yes. Family problems, yes. But her personality is different. You usually do not see someone having a fierce personality before tragedy strikes." Tris notes, munching on a leftover cookie from lunch. 

"I agree. It is usually the other way around. Where trauma shapes the person yet with Amber, its different. For the better or worse, well... time can only tell." Artemis Fowl adds on to her thought. 

"Not sure about this but here it says that its left her a more hollow person than she was. And I don't exactly think that's a good thing." Annabeth points out, finger tracing along the words as she read the tributes profile.

"That's true. But sometimes hollow people can kill people more easily only because they don't feel anything. I mean look at Artemis Fowl. He killed off a whole species when he was ten!" Tris exclaimed. "Not to be mean to Amber or Artemis or anything. Just pointing it out."

"No offense taken. Though I do think that both points are equally valid however, here it says that Amber might be a little too merciful. Any thoughts about the upcoming arena?" Artemis pointed a finger at the paper, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Oh, what could the great Artemis Fowl be thinking right now?" Annabeth sarcastically asks, even though she was catching on.

"Ugh, you guys are unbearable." Tris rolls her eyes and walks out of the room.