Wilbur Bipin District 11

Wilbur isn't much to look at, especially since there isn't much to look at. Being such a small fellow really doesn't give you any points in the handsome category. He does have that adorable look though, even though he hates to admit it.

Standing in at 5'5ft, he's definitely a short guy, but maybe he'll grow out of it in his later years. He also weighs about as much as a paper clip, coming in at only 114lbs. His sandy brown hair is cut short, since he needs to see when jumping all over and about through the trees, and being so high off the ground is a good reason too.

Like all Thirteen year old kids, Wilbur isn't exactly a pleasant fellow to be around most of the time. He's going through that whole Angst stage, feeling like the whole world is against him for some odd reason. He's especially in a foul mood when up in the trees and having a hard time reaching a certain object.

He's also just discovered girls, which sets him with a whole new set of problems, most of the time ending with him looking like an idiot and becoming even more angered, thus leading to him having a sour mood all day.

But if there's one thing that'll always calm him down, it's music. What little time he does have to relax, it's mostly spent playing the Flute he made from broken off pieces of tree. It doesn't look like much, but he can play a beautiful tune when he puts his mind to it.

Starting at age Five, Wilbur began working in the Orchards mostly because of his small size, and the fact that he was very nimble. Despite the fact that his parents were very against him working in the fields at such a young age, the Peace keepers just saw it as another chance to get more workers.

Wilbur certainly had no objections, seeing the chance to actually pick fruit and vegetables as a fun experience at the time. He especially loved climbing the trees, then looking down from the height he was at and wave down at the other workers.

As time went on Wilbur began to realize more and more that it wasn't such a fun experience, it was more like a living nightmare. Day in and day out he would pick such delictable goods, and only to have them shipped off to the pompous capital. It made him sick.

Currently Wilbur has passed by with one year without being chosen in the Reaping, though it still hasn't stopped it from worrying him. Still, his first time he put his name in three, even though his father only wanted him to put it in once. Next chance he gets, he's putting in Seven.

Epic little Spider-Monkey!