Hair Style/Colour: Dark brown, long, typically worn in a simple side braid.
Clothing style: Katniss is most comfortable in the practical clothes she wears at home, pants in favor of skirts, loose-fitting and warm fabrics that will guard her against the weather and allow for movement and comfort.
Best physical feature: Her eyes.
Your fears: The death of others on account of her actions; losing Peeta; coal mines; President Snow
Your guilty pleasure: Cheese Rolls
Ambitions for the future: She's too caught up in the present and past to have hopes for the future.
Your first thoughts waking up: Fear and confusion followed by the sweet relief in realizing that she's not actually back in the arena, that the horrors in her head were just that -- in her head.
What you think about most: Death.
What you think about before bed: Death.
You think your best quality is: Skill with a bow and arrow.
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single or group dates: She's never actually been on a real date.
To be loved or respected: Respected. Love is nasty. Love gets other people hurt.
Beauty or brains: Brains. A pretty face is kind of null when the conversation is about the same quality as talking to a brick wall.
Dogs or cats: Cats. She still has nightmares about the Muttations.
Lie: Lies are the only thing keeping her alive.
Believe in yourself: She believes in her ability to stay alive against all odds -- like a cockroach.
Believe in love: She knows its destructive force firsthand.
Want someone: It's complicated.
Done drugs: Not recreational.
Changed who you were to fit in: While, at her core, she's still the same hapless girl from district 12, struggling to stay alive, Katniss has created a convincing ruse, a mask that she puts on at will in order to save her own skin.
Favourite movie: She's never had the money or time to watch them.
LAYER EIGHT: IN A POTENTIAL PARTNER
Best personality: Not Finnick.
Best eye colour: Unimportant.
Best hair colour: Unimportant.
Best thing to do with a partner: Talk.
LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: Peeta. Gale. My sister.
I feel: like a bird whose wings have been clipped.
I miss: Rue. Mags. Wiress. District 12. Dad. Freedom.
I wish: this was all a bad dream.