Sebastian Clark (Wanderer)

Ha! This should be easy enough. I could talk about myself for hours and not be bored in the slightest.

I’m Sebastian. I have super black hair, which falls down to my eyes. Blue eyes that protrude from under them make me all the more dazzling. I’m not just talking about plain old blue. No, they’re ice blue. I can make you freeze with the right type of glance. They seem to pierce through your very soul.

I’m tall. I’m not really sure what my exact height is, but it’s somewhere around six feet. Probably 5’ 8” is a good guess. I have a very lanky build, so I have long legs. Helpful in some situations, but not others. I guess my legs are a good reason why I like to run.

I’m not very muscular, like some guys in the upper districts, but I’m strong enough. I can pass off as harmless and weak, but it's not really the best idea to base people off first impressions, is it?

Well, every person has one thing they're good at, right? Well for me, that's running. I love to run. Competitive, for fun, or for my life, I love to do it. And trust me, I've had to do the latter a few times. I enjoy the thrill running gives you, the pounding in your heart, your skull. It's exhilarating.

I'm very short-fused. Say even one wrong thing, no matter how small, and you'll pay the price. I hate being picked on, belittled, or yelled at. There's no need for it. The Capitol already does it with the Games.

People suck. Period. They're all the same. Think the same. Act the same. Do the same things. Everyday. Animals are different. They love you for who you are, and don't judge, don't hate, don't ask for much. Just food, love, and attention. If they're wild, they don't even need the last two.

I've, uh, had a rough history.

I've been an orphan for pretty much my whole life. My mom died when she gave birth to me, leaving me with an abusive father. After a couple of years, he didn't want me anymore. He left me with the orphanage. Mind you, I was from the Seam, they could barely feed themselves, let alone the kids that came and went from that place.

So, I grew up in the orphanage. Until I was twelve. Then I couldn't handle it anymore. I packed a small backpack, and sneaked out of the orphanage. Everyone says that you shouldn't leave the District for the woods, for it's a certain death sentence. While that may be the case, the forest is also teeming with opportunities to survive. You just have to know where to look.

So, for two years, I've been an underage wanderer. Living off of plants and the occasional meat that I happen to catch, I have made myself an enjoyable life in the woods. It can get lonely, though, with no one else around. But I make do. I just wish I had a friend sometimes.