Fletcher Montgomery [District 11]

Fletcher is short for his age, around 5'6. He has medium-long hair that is uncontrollably curly. He has dull green eyes and pale white skin due to lack of nutrients. He's skinny and doesn't weight much, again due to malnutrition. His hair is a sandy blonde color that looks very much like straw.

He wears whatever clothes fit him. This usually consists of a T-Shirt and Jeans in the summer months, sometimes with some sort of hat to shade him from the sun. In the winter months, Fletcher dresses himself in thick, warm jumpers and cargo-pants. Alternatively he wears a dark black jacket. He always wears his brown hiking boots.

Fletcher keeps himself to himself. He's a daydreamer, thus doesn't like to be disturbed. He can usually be found sitting by himself on a rooftop on a hill - Somewhere high up where he can admire the view. The reason he daydreams so much is to get away from reality. Away from work, poverty and hunger. If he's thinking about somewhere else, he is somewhere else.

Socially, Fletcher is terrible at making conversation. He's a polite and nice guy, but rather quiet. He's not confident in himself at all, making him bad at confrontations. He's easily pushed around and no trouble to manipulate. This doesn't bother him, the only people that have any kind of effect on him are his family. His family are all he needs.

His escapism and daydreaming doesn't sway him from what's important to him. He still works to provide for his parents and two brothers, daydreaming is just his way past the pain. His family mean the world to him, without them, he'd be lost. He'd have no one to talk to. He truly would be left with his thoughts.

Fletcher's loneliness and need to escape from the world began when he was seven. Being the oldest of four boys, Fletcher was always seen as the strongest. It was when the second oldest of the siblings, Arther had died of malnutrition at just five, that Fletcher began to change. The boy had never gotten over the death of his brother, and saw his face everywhere he turned. Fletcher became more alone than ever, and refused to talk to anyone.

His parents became concerned, he wasn't eating. Would he soon share the same fate as his brother? Gradually Fletcher began to eat again, began to talk to his parents about how he felt. Still, he was still a broken boy. He wasn't what he had been.

Fletcher began work, plowing the fields of District 11, ready for this year's crop. He had to provide for the family, his mother was doing her part, as was his father, but five mouths was a lot to feed. Most families in District 11 didn't have this many people in a family. Fletcher didn't complain, nor moan, nor sulk about his job - He just got on with it. Silently and quickly.

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