//.Myles Kayne Leclair.\\District 4 [new:lilaina]

Want the long version, or the simple, to the point summary? Alright, fine, here we go. Myles thinks he has one true purpose in life. Nothing big. Not to save the world, or end the Capitol's reign. Nope. The only think he thinks would be good in his life would be to participate in the Games. All his life, all he did was train. As soon as he could lift 10 pounds without falling, he hit the gym each day, perfecting his build and skills. But he wasn't one of those arrogant ones who was obsessed with his build. Not at all.

Through his teenage years, Myles was one of the popular kids. He impressed the ladies, and had repsect from the other boys. He was outgoing, and often went out of his way to include others in his activities. He was a socialite, that's for sure. Flirting was a strong suit too, for Mr. Leclair. When not in the gym, he had a girl hanging off his arm, chatting away about her love for him. But, despite his training life and social life taking up most of his time, he still managed to be a good student. Got the marks, kept focused in class. Everything together made Myles Kayne Leclair into the perfect man. Smart, good looking, strong, good with girls, trustworthy and quick-think.

Of course, with good comes bad. He began to get overworked, being what we call a workaholic. Everything has to be over 100%, or it shouldn't be done at all. Nobody noticed it until he started getting sick, and losing all his original charisma. He still kept his friends though, and dealt with the exhaustion. But things are never going to last when everything is perfect.

Throughout the years, his chances at being in the Games were denied, and each time, he was pushed further and further into the deep depression that claims his mind now. Medically considered that way too. Anyways, he finally turned 19, ending his eligibility in the Games forever, unless a twist worked it's way into the next Quell. That's when Myles Leclair died.

Well, not actually dying. That would make this writing pointless. However, his fun, perfect self did die. He was welcomed with open eyes into the medical disorder of Depression. It made him cold and cruel, somebody who only cared for himself, and nobody else. He no longer excelled in the social aspect of things. He was quieter, and slowly becoming a loner. He managed to hold onto the one part of him that was somewhat good, the training. It gave him a way to perfect his skills physically, and mentally. The intelligence never disappeared, neither did the speedy thoughts.

Luck must've been on his side that through all the bad, he could keep onto one good thing. After being such a people person for so long, knowing their habits would be an obvious result. And Myles kept that skill, being able to observe and analyze very well. But it was obvious he would never be the same way again.

Charice Laurence and Dane Leclair were the typical couple of District 4. Dane worked on the boat belonging to Mr. Laurence, Charice's father. They met on the sea, and immediately fell in love, and then hastily decided to exchange vows of love. They got married a month after meeting, and a month later, the children started coming. Myles was the first child, followed by Drake, who was two years younger, and Beretta, the 14 year old princess of the family.

Growing up was easy for Myles, at least through infancy. He rarely needed to worry about his brother, and things went smooth. Nothing important really happened until he turned 9, and was then allowed to train in the center. He spent most of his hours of the day working out, or learning how to master a weapon. And it continued through the years of the Games. He wished to volunteer each year, but fate had it's control over things, somehow eliminating him from each years volunteering. Injuries, bans, sickness, death in the family. Everything prevented him from living out his dream.

Then he turned 19, getting rid of the chance once and for all. For the next week after that, all he did was stare off in to space in his bedroom, not saying a word. Finally, his slump was done, and he started training again. It became repetitive, his routine he could never break. It became his life, and has been since then. There is nothing in the future for him, that much is obvious. He can't use the skills. But, well, that's just the life of Myles Kayne Leclair.