You get a Line, & I'll get a [P]ole

[justify][font=tahoma][justify]FULL NAME: Kataleen Olivia Laru
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
PLACE OF RESIDENCE: District Six
ASSIGNED OCCUPATION: Student
PERSONALITY TRAITS: The first thing that would come across while meeting Kataleen, would be how caring she is. She always tires to make sure everyone around her is alright, and often puts them all before herself. She's very motherly, and for several years, has acted the part to her five younger siblings, while their sickly mother slowly dies. She's very independent, never wanting to accept help from anyone or wanting to impose. She doesn't want to appear weak, even though caring for her family is very tiring, and she rarely has time for herself. But she's generally quite optimistic, always believing that tomorrow will be better.
NOTABLE SKILLS: After days gone by without food, your stomach begins to learn to work without real stuff to process, sometimes she's resorted to eating dirt while searching for something in the cupboards to trade in for meat, or other precious necessities. And what comes with hunger is the need to survive; During those hungry days, she's also built some muscle, kept herself moving with what little she did have to eat. She climbed things, buildings, ran around the Seam countless times, trying to invigorate herself, giving her a natural abundance of energy. She can climb, very well, after days going up and down off her roof and neighbors, watching the horizon for her father coming home.
NOTABLE FLAWS: No matter the person, Kataleen will not hesitate to stop and help someone in need. She doesn't think of any consequences that might come her way, she just naturally stops and tries to help, it's a sort of impulse. Unless the person is wielding something obviously harmful, Kataleen will not pass up helping. And while she won't stop to help someone, she will not accept it for herself, no matter how hurt she is, she has to do it herself, showing her stubborn side. She refuses any means of help, no if ands or buts about it. A scrape on the knee? "It's fine, I'll just put pressure on it." Kataleen, you feel and hit your head falling off the roof again, silly girl! "Just a concussion, I just won't sleep a while. Is Hilde doing okay with the kids?"
FEARS: The fishing boats never coming back. It wouldn't be the first time if they didn't, and Kataleen can't risk that for the family. They're already loosing their mother, without the fish their father pulls in to pay for the bills, let alone their food, they'd all slowly be picked off by hunger. Her older sister might be able to get a job, but it wouldn't be the same money, and it would be far too into the future to improve anything.
Death. She doesn't fear it in general, just more of how she will end her life, how her siblings will end there's, if it will take her mother so soon. She's afraid of what it will feel like, but she knows in the end, she won't be afraid to die, just be scared it will hurt longer than needed.
MOTHER: Teresa Laru - House wife - Ill
FATHER: Gregory Laru - Fisherman
SIBLINGS: Hilde Laru - Seventeen - Sister
Multiple unnamed younger siblings
HISTORY: For the last seven years, ever since Kataleen' youngest sister was born, her mother has been slowly dying from an unknown disease. Her father works extremely long shifts out at sea, sometimes overtime, trying to support his family, but it's still never been enough. The Laru's can't live off his salary alone, having to pay excess medical bills for Kat' mother's disease as well as food, it's just been too much. Because four of his six children are of age to be in the Reaping, he wanted to sign them up for Tesserae, but Kataleen wouldn't let him. She and her eldest sister, Hilde, signed up for two Tesserae each, so that her younger siblings wouldn't have to. So far, it's worked to their advantage, but maybe a little too well; Kataleen's name has been put in 26 times this year, and her luck doesn't seem to be rising. The odds will not be in her favor this year. [/justify]

"Get back here with that, you little devil!" Kataleen scolded as she watched her littlest sister sneak into the kitchen and back out with a little piece of bread in hand. She couldn't sleep, and had gotten up and spent most of the night at the small round kitchen table, looking out the window at the countless stars. She wasn't pleased to see her sister acting like a thief in her own home, especially when she had actually went to bed with a partially full stomach for once. She smiled lightly as she watched the little girls head drop in frustration, turning aimlessly on her heal to return the bread to the cupboard. With a sigh, Kata leaned across the table, her stomach pressing into the edge as she whispered to the young Laru that she wouldn't tell dad. She pulled her moth-eaten hoodie closer to her as footsteps retreated up the stairs. She could almost see her own breath.

She sat back again in her chair, before pushing herself out from the table. If she was going to freeze, she wasn't going to do it inside a house that was supposed to protect her from the elements. The youngest three kids got the blankets that they had, the others including Kata, got thin air and a few encouraging words that one day they would find the money to get more to cloth their sleeping bodies. Trudging out of the house in big black boots, an extra pair her father had on hand in case his old fishing boots wore out -which Kata doubted as they were pretty sturdy-, she fled from the small wooden structure that held the family of 9, and quickly pursued the puffs of smoke coming from a neighbour not far off. That was where her father would be, helping out after the crash. Her mother didn't want her leaving the house, she needed her to stay and watch the kids, because she couldn't, but they were all asleep now; All except the sneakiest and the youngest, but someone would wake and handle her- She wasn't too sneaky.

With breath following in steam behind her, the vapour made a small trail and then evaporated into the wind and snow that was pelting down softly. Her black hair was riddled with melting white, brilliantly reflecting the moon. But it wasn't something Kata welcomed when all she was wearing was her thin, holed sweater and equally ruined t shirt and tattered jeans. There was no point in going back to the house now, she'd just freeze more through the cold. Her toes were numb in the little dress flats that were all she had. There were few people at the fire now, she could just make out a couple of the Fishermen, but her father was not one of them. She held her breath, but quickly let it go. A rapid spike of fear pierced through her for a moment, before she realized he was probably just gone back to the scene of the accident. She wasn't even sure what she was afraid of, either; where else would he be?

Accompanying another, she nodded at the fishers in acknowledgement, and then put her hands around the dying fire in the garbage can, blowing at the hot ashes. She noticed a boy fumbling around for something, in the dim light she couldn't make him out as Rielle, her eyes were never well adjusted to the dark, but she just knew. She raised her head a little, before noticing a pack of matches on the ground. Laughing lightly, she shook her head. "Don't waste them. It's easy to bring it back. Fire needs to breath, too." She blew harder at the dying light, but the they were old flickers of life, and Kata knew. "I recant." She muttered, leaning over and picking up the matches, handing the pack to the boy.