If there was one thing that every person in District Nine could agree on- it's that you are one of the most handsome men that have graced the earth. Let's face it- they're right. You have such striking cheekbones- such deep, dark brown eyes that everyone loses themselves in. People just can't help looking at you! Athletic and trim, you give them reason to stare. Not only do you look good, you can maneuver your body in the way only a confident person can- chin up, lips slightly pursed and giving every available person around a slightly smoldering stare.

Thick dark hair falls into your eyes sometimes, but it compliments the young teenager look perfectly. Your lips- well they're fuller than most men's, but you bet you can work them better than the "Normal sized lips" people. And sure, you have some moles on your face here and there, but it isn't like they're on the tip of your nose or something repulsive like that. Going back to those eyes of yours- you seem to be able to convey any emotion through them. Oh, you have such a good "Come hither" look.

You're not really into this whole factory stuff happening in District Nine- it makes the air smell and therefore makes you smell. Smelling like burned plastic is not attractive to anyone.

In a nutshell this is you: A handsome 6 foot, teenager with great hair that no one can resist. Who cares if people call you narcissistic- they're probably ugly.

"Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade"

Oh, you are a clever one. Whatever you want you get. How do you think you made it so far in only seventeen short years? Starting off as just a quiet young boy with a head full of plans and ideas and then blooming into someone with such a way with words you could convince almost anyone into doing anything you say. You may abuse the fluid stream of words at times- but hey, what's the point in having a talent and never using it?

Let's see, how many times have you used that line on unsuspecting, naive victims? Some questions are better left unanswered. Moving on to more unsettling parts of your personality- let's bring up your fascination with yourself. Face it- your one true pair is Benedict Nolan and Benedict Nolan. No matter how many pretty girls and boys you surround yourself with or woe with pretty lies the only person you'll ever love is yourself.

Of course, you don't find anything wrong with that- why would you? You have no idea how frustrating you can become! People call themselves your friends and you treat them like dirt! How can you keep all these children under your thumb when you're so horrible?

Thoughts of yourself aren't the only ones that swirl around in that head of yours- there can't be. No one can function by only thinking of themselves... right?

"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Born into a wealthy family, compared to the rest of District Nine you had a comfortable childhood- you would describe it as boring. Your parents didn't understand what was going through your head all the time- they never did think the way you did. No one thinks like you. That's what makes you brilliant. Growing up, your parents always guessed there was something wrong with you but they didn't want to admit it- who wants to confess that their kid is screwed up in the head?

Your parents are still alive- but you wouldn't care either way. They know what you are- you father signs up your name for the tessere every year. He thinks you don't know about it- oh but you do. You've always had to watch out for your father- he's a trouble maker. Life in District Nine has been entirely terrible- in fact it has been quite bearable. There are a lot of dim people in District Nine (well, everywhere for that matter) and they're the most impressionable.

The Hunger Games- you have an odd fascination with them. You're the type of guy to bet on tributes. Sadly the past Games didn't go how you predicted and that stupid District Five girl won. Who could have seen that coming? You were in for the District Two boy, he seemed bloodthirsty enough and had the training for it. Anyway, moving away from your opinions and statistics, you wonder how you'd do in the Games, and you always give yourself a gracious answer.

Odair