Cali Burr - D5

Not many seem to know the answer when asked where do the peacekeepers get their bullets. The answer is sometimes, of course, the Beaconsfield factories. They're a set of tall redbrick factories still standing on the outskirts of District Five, and when consulted about what they think power means to them, their works would simply say "bullets". Cali is a young man of eighteen. He fears not the Reaping, but not meeting his quotas in work. A methodical chap, he adheres mostly to logic, and has lost not only friends, but family members and colleagues because of it.

Born in a meagre family of five, Cali has three siblings and his parents work at the same factory he does. He enjoys having them around, as sometimes he is too socially awkward to rise up in a job role. With them nearby, buttons have been pressed and bonds have been made in order to ascend him higher in the chain of command. Now a supervisor, Cali revels in the slightest amount of control over a few others at such a young age. In the industry of ammunition production, who better to serve as overlord. It's a slight power trip, but what else would be expected in the former power District.

In his spare time, Cali loves to adventure parts of the District. He likes to get away from the machinations and metallic sounding of factories, and seek other wild parts of the land. Not necessarily out of bounds, but he's managed to find most nooks and crannies to get himself into and read, write, or paint. It's his happy space. Nobody ever gets to see his work, right enough, but that's not the goal for him. He's a very insular young chap, so success is its own reward.

He's a short guy with a plump frame. He wears smart clothes most of the time, due to work, and there's always an overtime shift available at the factory. When he's out of office, it's back to the freedom of civies. Usually with a utility belt with a notepad clipped in. His features are round and dark despite his lighter tone, and the juxtaposition makes him stand out, he feels. It garners him various tid-bits of attention, but he usually declines it, embarrassed of falling for anything more than a rock on the ground. The youngster knows all too well the anchor of love, he's obsessed over many from a distance without plucking up the courage to advance, but still he rejects it all out of fear.

Growing up, fear had been an presence that loomed over him like an overgrown weed. He'd be scared of a great deal of things. People, lessons, learning too much, learning too little. Nothing would scare him more than speaking up in public, however. The trembling he would receive for ever daring to do so would be overbearing, and it still is to this day. He thinks not out of logic, in this one regard, but purely out of trauma. It's something his parents never knew how to handle. Their generation might have been the best at shrugging of their fears, bottling them up, but not Cali's. Or, at least, not him.

Working at the Beaconsfield means that he has connections across one of the lesser-known but greater-needed industries in Panem. While they don't handle weaponry in the slightest, obviously, they do craft and fuel ammunition for the guns used by peacekeepers. The best part is, they have no idea where these bullets end up. They could be North, South, East, or West. They could be hovering next to a rebellious Capitolite. They may even be embedded in a wilderness tree somewhere out beyond the confines of a District. The mystery excites him. It's about the only mystery he likes in life, because not knowing something is likely the worst thing he could imagine.

Cali has few in the way of actual friends, unless they're like him. The logical thinkers of the world are doomed to that kind of life. While they understand the need for friendship, sometimes that need is superceded by an overwhelming distaste for actually doing it. Keeping in contact with people requires so much effort, on Cali's part, that he doesn't appreciate it as a fair trade. The exchange leads him to a lonely life. He resents it, too, yet his brain just doesn't allow him to change it. And he's tried, many times. The positive comes, however, when he stumbles along another lost logical soul. It's made him a great judge of character, as he can calculate who is valuable as a friend and who isn't. Who is worth his time, and who isn't.

Cali's future lies in rulership. His little petty kingdom in the Beaconsfield is his current domain, but where he will go from there is all up to chance. Any who know him well would know that chance is not something he likes to rely on whatsoever. Who knows, though. Maybe he will end up in an arena someday. He knows entirely, that if that were to happen, that he would never so much as survive a day in that arena. As logical as he is, the gamemakers are what would stress him out the most. How do you judge a character when that character wants to kill you for fun? It's impossible. Another thing for him to fear.