Gregor Vasterfelt D5

Gregor is 5'4" and about 120 lbs. He's not very heavily muscled, but is wiry and quick. He has long gangly arms and long legs with a small body. He is usually wearing a dark plain shirt and blue jeans, smudged with oil constantly. Only at the Reaping does he ever wear anything anywhere like formal clothes, and even then you can probably find an oil smudge if you look hard enough. His skin is a brown, like the Africans of before the storms and earthquakes.

When looking from top to bottom, like most humans the first thing you see is his head.He has an unruly mop of unevenly cut, long black hair going down to his shoulders in some places, usually held back in a short pony tail so it doesn't get caught in the oil works. His nose is squashed in from when he made a construction worker really angry when dropping a pipe, which was the thing that smashed his face in. His ears are oddly small on this small circular head.

Next is his arms, hands, legs, and body. His arms, legs, and hands are splashed with little scars from when the district was into animals, which he tended to be to rough with. His hands are heavily callused from working with hard metal all day, an odd black color from the oil they developed over. His nails are rough and uneven, cut only by the machines that dig up the oil for use in the Capitol. His hands are always coated in grime and dirt, since he never bothers to wash them when they'll just get coated the very next day all over again.

Gregor has and odd view on life. He thinks that machines are the only thing dependable. The animals bit him, the machines just did their job. So he became quiet and never outgoing. He only wants to do his job. No one can really call themselves his friend since, as a few people at the school say, he has trouble with biological creatures. He's used to being roughed up, so he doesn't see why he can't rough up others. Definitely not the gentlest person around.

Gregor has a seemingly out of character love of music. If you knew him though, it would make sense. Something he can control, that doesn't argue with him. Just like a machine. The little guitar he owns is kept well tuned and meticulously cleaned. He usually plays sad, slow songs. A little hopeful, but usually sad. Never loud and boisterous. Just like him.

Gregor is a hard worker. Always doing what the foreman at the oil dig tells him. Clean this, do that, help them carry stuff you'll never lift. He rarely gets punished, unlike some of the other workers. They cause trouble sometimes. He does is job. It's one more reliable thing in his life that never changes. Security. Just what Gregor needs.

When Gregor was small his parents always argued, but his father took out his anger on little Gregor. When Gregor started going to his parents field with animals, he tried to let his frustration out on the animals. Short term this meant the animal hurt him. Long term this meant his father had more to be angry about, but specifically at Gregor, causing more torment from that department. His mother was constantly trying to protect her more recently born children, his younger siblings, from the same wrath, so he was all alone.

When his father got to angry with a few bulls and was killed in a stampede, Gregor's life was made better in two ways. One, he was no longer punished by his father. Two, he inherited some of his father's things, including a guitar that was big at the time, but became his most prize possession. He learned to play, and it became the thing he did in almost all his free time, caring for it lovingly.

When it was announced that the district's industry was being changed to oil drilling, Gregor was one of the kids recruited at the school to help put together the first drills so they would have a knowledge of the machines other workers wouldn't be able to duplicate, becoming mechanics and maintenance people. Gregor was one of the mechanics, and he helped build most of the drills in the district today. Sure he was small and didn't do much, but he knows more about the drills then most other people, and is always called to work on the machines when anything major breaks.

Gregor's siblings, his two younger sisters, are still in school. His mother still tends to one of the few herds that wasn't sent to another district. Gregor plays his music and tends his machines. And so life moves on to the present day.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am.

(from the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls)