Everan O'Donnel - D10 {done}

So if I pause in front of a mirror, of which we have just one, a big old one, cracked at the edges, I see a tall young man - I'm 6'4" in height - who has a solid and muscular build. I look strong, and I am strong. Working with horses that get shipped off to the Capitol for riding and racing, you have to be strong. I have clear skin, usually a little scruffy because I don't always shave, and brown eyes. It goes with my light brown hair, which I wear short.

I'm good-looking enough, but no Capitol model or anything. Usually I am wearing work clothes: a basic shirt, blue jeans, boots. I can clean up when I have to, and wear cleaner and newer versions of the same. I can be a little awkward on my feet and trip over myself walking, but no one rides like me. Nobody.

If I'm picking out the best parts of my personality, I'd say I'm calm, and patient. You have to be, working with horses. I'm assertive, but not aggressive, usually. I can't stand to see an animal mistreated, though, and I did jump a hand who was whipping a mare, beat the crap out of him, too, but that's the exception to the rule. I'm not what you'd call quiet, or shy, but I tend to only speak when I have something to say.

Or, something to ask. There's another piece of me: I'm curious as a whole sack full of cats. I don't gossip much, but I listen, I like to know about other people's lives. Especially their secrets. No one suspects this of me, because I don't spread it around, so that is basically my secret. I love my folks, though they can drive me nuts sometimes and threaten my patience the way a stallion never will; same for my little sister, Beatrice. I worry about her like hell every Reaping. I couldn't even volunteer for her 'cause I'm not a girl.

Speaking of girls, I like them a lot, 'specially the pretty ones, but I'm not sure I understand them. I've had girlfriends, and even got to do 'it', but I get cold feet and back off fast when they start talking about things like commitment and marriage and having a family. So that's something not so nice about me: I can lead girls on. When it comes to talking to someone, and feeling understood, I get that feeling more with some horses than I do with my 'friends'. I don't have that many, anyhow. Oh, here's another bad thing about me: I'm really very selfish. I like my life just how it is, working on the ranch, being me, and I don't intend to change that for anybody.

First off, everyone calls me 'Ever', and I prefer that. Ok, now. I was born to Melise and Cody O'Donnell; my mom they say was the loveliest girl in D10, once, and my father is the head trainer and manager of Black Lightning Farms, which is the only operation of it's kind that I know of: some other people raise horses, but we really devote ourselves to it, even though they are going to the Capitol; we've even gotten letters of praise from buyers, from time to time.

With everyone working on the ranch, even Beatrice, we aren't rich by any means, but no one is going hungry much, neither. Beatrice is really good in school, unlike me. I never really did that well, which made my mom furious. At least now that's over and done, since I turned 18 a month ago. About a month ago is when I broke up with my last girlfriend, Emmilie, too. I miss her, especially her killer body, but I don't miss the hints about proposing to her. Not one bit.

Here's another secret about me: despite the business of our ranch, I don't much care for what I know of the Capitol. I never tell anyone this except the horses, but how can anyone like the Capitol or the President or the Treaty or any of it when they force the Games on us? Just murder us cold, is what. One of my friends from when I was little died in the games a few years back. Everyone cries, but no one dares place the blame where it belongs, including me. But, if there ever was another rebellion, I believe I know what side I'd be on, that's all.