Nequin Joslin {District 8}

Nequin has dark brown hair and big dark green eyes. He has an unusually long tongue, and a baby-ish face. His voice is higher than a boy his age should be, and he has long legs and arms. He also has a small mouth, and a little bit of a beard.

He's 6'2" feet tall, and weighs 177 lb. He has dark tan skin and big hands and feet. He runs a lot, so he has strong legs, but he doesn't do much lifting with his arms. He has long fingers, and a muscular torso. His hair is also usually over his eyes, but he can still see just fine. He also has bushy eyebrows.

Nequin can be motivated to do anything that interests him. From fighting, to breaking the rules, it doesn't matter. As long as he gets something out of it. But he wouldn't do it if his friends were at risk. Though sometimes the reward is too high.

Nequin is too competitive for his own good. He thinks that everything in life is a competition, and that to live, you have to win. He actually secretly hopes that he gets picked for the games. When he loses at something, he always blames the other person, saying that they cheated, or that they distracted him. And he doesn't take most things seriously.

Overall, he's easily motivated, and very competitive in most anything. He thinks life is a game, and he doesn't really take it seriously. He can't really make friends as easy as he thought he could, but he has a healthy relationship with his parents.

Nequin has a great relationship with his parents. He was never introduced to the hardships of life like the other kids. He was oblivious of what was really happening. Despite that, he was told about the Hunger Games, but not of the dangers, so he thought he could easily win. He has begged and begged his parents to take him, but he soon learned that it didn't work like that.

When he was 6 years old, a teen around 15 had bragged that he could run the farthest. Nequin of course said that he could run farther, so they had a race. The 15 year old, named Jacky, said "Go!" and the race started. Nequin immediately lagged behind, though he was going as fast as he could. About halfway through the race, Nequin had tripped and skinned his knee. He ran home, crying to his parents, telling a lie of what happened. His father found Jacky and beat him up, then went home to tell Nequin it would never happen again.

At age 12, Nequin climbed the side of their house one day, until he reached the roof. His mother and father had tried to coax him down, but when Nequin tried to get down, he slipped, and fell, breaking his leg. On that day, he learned not to do stupid things, especially when his parents tell him not to.