I have messy, Dark black hair, with soft brown eyes. I am the type of guy that most girls would talk about in the school halls as handsome. If I tried. I do not want that attention drawn to myself. I also have horrible scars in random places in my body. Mostly my hands. My worst scar goes across the length of my back. I got it from practicing with my knife with another kid. He slashed my back and nearly crippled me.

I am quite muscular for my age. As I got these muscles from training all my life. I am usually very dirty from my trainings, and hard work. My clothes are also torn from them aswell. I usually wear exercis clothes, made of a dark black fabric and blue trimming. That goes for my shirt and pants.

I am the kind of kid that keeps to myself, not trusting anyone or anything. But I am nice to most people. You can classify me as shy, but certainly not passive. I can appear menacing at times, but that's when you do not know me personally.

If you get on my bad side, things will get messy, and I mean fast. I got suspended from school dozens of times for beating a kids face in, but there is alos tons of times it has been reversed. This is how I get most of my scars. But others from my intense training.

In my home life, I am very hesitant in talking to my parents, as I am scared to say the wrong thing and get beaten or whipped by my father. But I am also a very smart boy, outsmarting everyone everyday into thinking im a kid that doesnt care about anything. I can outsmart most and make split second decisions. I avoid my parents as much as possible. As they are both uppsessed with me training and trying to win the hunger games. It's all they talk about.

My Mother's sister died in the hunger games. She got a spear thrust throuh her by some guy. She always tells me how much she hates that guy, how he did not deserve to win. That her sister needed it more. She spends most of her life devising plans for me now. Even though I am only Thirteen.

After my Mom's sister died she vowed to make me train for the hunger games illegally, so my fate will never be the same as her sisters. She made me start training at he age of five years old. My father, on the otherhand was a normal man, a manufacturer of luxeries. He does what my Mother says, and randomly beats me, when he gets drunk.

Ever since I was five, I have been training in most martial art styles, and knife combat. Which I have become quite adept at, but the thing my mother said was silly to train for was any range attack style. She said that all I need to do is rush the person and kill him or her. I think this is a grave mistake, but I do what my mother says. The only good person in my life is my best friend. She treats me like gold. I look forward to seeing her, of all people everyday.