William "Bill" Harrison [District 9]

Bill is 5'8" and is a skinny as a rake. While this thinness comes from a reasonable lack of food, he does not appear to be starving or weak, but instead seems to have the leanness of a wolf. This is partly due to his hard, brown eyes and his occasional, wolfish grins, but the lupine look also comes from the copious amounts of light brown body hair that covers his body and the fluid, almost noiseless way in which he moves.

If one were ever to see Bill naked, they would not notice the tight, efficient muscles of his body but the multiple scars that cover it. His back is a strange mixture of criss-crossed scars from a hundred lashes, but he also has several naturally made scars, such as the two inch scar on his left leg from an angry boar or the thin scar that almost rings his left index finger from when he cut himself while skinning a fox.

Bill is not someone that you would want to spend time with. He does not usually speak to people, preferring to avoid human company but, when he does talk, he usually uses either a large amount of sarcasm or puts a sort of casual menace into his voice, which is helped along by his wolfish smile. Part of this is because he hates people in general, but another part is that Bill just doesn't know how to talk to people. He was never any good at it to begin with but, after the loss of his sister, he found it nearly impossible to find common ground with anyone, especially if they are even halfway positive in their position towards the Capital.

Another part of Bill's personality is his love of killing. While he is not a psychopath who will draw the pain out for hours on end, there is nevertheless something about taking a life that pleases and fascinates Bill. He is not sure if it is the adrenaline rush that occurs prior to and during the act or if it is simply knowing that he holds the life of an animal in his hands, but either way he gets a kick out of it.

The third child of four, and as the youngest boy, Bill grew up in the strange middle ground of age that no one really wants to be. He was always in his brother's shadows and was only ever good at one thing: hunting. While his father was a mediocre hunter at best, and his brothers followed in their father's footsteps, Bill was always different. He had the patience and ability to stalk prey that was unmatched within his family and, even from a young age, had a killer instinct that allowed him to kill efficiently with his bare hands, something that he did until he was ten and began to learn how to use a bow.

Over the next seven years, Bill continued to hunt and to improve his skills to a level where he was now generating more income for his family than his two brothers combined. First one, and then the other, left to start their own families and Bill essentially became the main source of income for his family. His father didn't mind much, he had also known that his skills were not up to scratch, and was grateful that Bill managed to keep the family from starving. It was for this reason that Bill had always been prevent from putting his name down extra times during the Reaping. After all, Bill might have the killer instinct needed to win the games, but why risk it when you didn't need to? And then, one day, Bill's sister had her name called out during the reaping.

Like many people who saw loved ones go up onto the platform, Bill would never forget the feeling of helplessness he felt as he saw his sister, his dearest sister, standing in front of the crowd and trying to look brave. He wanted to volunteer to take her place more than anything else, but the rules would not allow it. No one volunteered that year and so he went with his family to say goodbye. Only, the Peacekeepers wouldn't give them long enough to say everything that they wanted to say. Bill lost his temper and lashed out. He actually managed to floor one of them before the others knocked him down. For his crime, Bill was given a hundred lashes and missed seeing his sister die. It was only after he had recovered from his injuries that the Peacekeepers forced him to watch her death. She was killed in the opening minutes of the games.

It was at that point that Bill lost all hope for humanity and began to hate other humans. He withdrew into himself and began to formulate a way to get revenge. When he realised that he couldn't do so without putting the rest of his family in danger, Bill decided that he had to escape. The longer he was in the district, the more chance there was of him doing something stupid.

Since then, Bill has been the model citizen, despite his somewhat scary demeanour, and is waiting for the Peacekeepers to lessen their scrutiny of him before he makes his move. Rest assured, all hell is going to break loose when he finally leaves.