Greez Munk District 9

The first thing you'll notice about Greez is his stare. While people will compliment him on his behavior and willingness to work, they all seem to agree that his stare can leave one feeling a little uncomfortable. The dark brown orbs just seem to follow a person once they've locked onto them, and people in District 9 swear they can still feel the eyes upon them even while tucked into their beds.

That being said, Greez has a friendly face, and somehow his teeth have remained untarnished throughout most of his life, giving him a bright smile to those who can make him grin.

He's not very tall, in fact he's a bit on the short side. He stands just barely at 5'6, and barely way more than a bushel of corn, just shy of 130lbs. He hides his somewhat malnourished body with thick clothes, which means you'll sometimes see him wearing a sweater in ninety degree weather.

Greez has the hands of someone who's worked for their shot at life, his palms riddled with old scars and thick calluses. A nasty scythe accident left him with a mean scar along his thigh, but that's nothing a little baggy clothing can't hide.

Most people in District 9 will speak highly of Greez's friendly nature, even if he may be a bit quiet at times. On more than one occasion Greez has helped pick up the slack amongst the other workers, which can sometimes be a problem. His willingness to help can sometimes come off as showboating, and he's had a few scuffles because of this.

As stated earlier, Greez can be a bit withdrawn and recluse, sometimes not talking to anyone for days on end. Then suddenly you'll find he's back to his regular ol' self, cheery and helpful as ever. The reason behind these mood swings is because Greez suffers from depression. Is his family dead you ask? No their alive and well, his mother and father work the fields along side him. The reason for his depression is that Greez has realized something. This is all his life will be, to harvest materials day in and day out until he is either Reaped or dies of old age. It's an unsettling piece of information for a young person to handle.

That being said, Greez usually spends his free time relaxing amongst the unharvested grain, watching the sun set and rise as he counts the days till his eighteenth birthday.

Greez's birth was a typical one, there was much blood and even more screaming. When finally brought into the world his father thought the boy strange right then and there. Greez was brought into this world wearing a smile. The doctors said is just because his lips had gotten stuck in an odd position, but his father knew better. This boy was either going to be a solution or a problem, which one he didn't quite know yet.

His school life was interesting, in that he wished to know as much about the other Districts as he could starting out at such a young age. The lumber practices of District 7 astounded him, they looked like giants wielding their axes. The power production of District 5 worried him. How could one District produce so much power and not implode upon itself?

At age twelve his parents started their six year worry that their son would be Reaped. Of course Greez was too busy reading up on the other districts to care much for the Reaping. The first year nothing occurred, and his parents breathed a sigh of relief for their son while Greez just flipped another page in a book. This continued on and on, and eventually his parents stopped worrying, since if their son wasn't bothered by it then why should they?

Now into his sixteenth year, Greez has read all he can on the Districts, and realized with dread that that was all he would be able to do, read about them. Oh well, maybe something exciting would happen soon, that'd perk him up.