Theron Zosimo Wanderer{WIP}

I'm tall. Check. I'm strong enough. Check. I'm fast. Check. I look good enough to not look like I can't survive. Check. I have green eyes that glow and black hair that suck the light away. Check. I have a good enough look for someone who has lived in the forest for two years. Check.

I rarely talk, considering there's no one to talk to. It get's lonely, you know, besides my dog. Inferno has a black face and, somehow, red hair. He follows me everywhere but up the trees and in the pond. I always has my quiver full of arrows, bow strung, pack strapped on his shoulder, and rope wrapped on my waist.

Survive, thrive, then create. That's how you live in the woods. Experience before intelligence, intelligence before strength, strength before power. That's the line of survival in life. You have to understand these things to be like me, to be a survivor, to be a god of the hunt. My real name has to stay hidden, it brings back to much pain, of home. To many memories of home. To be a hunter you have to forget your previous live. You have to be reborn into nature.

I eat what I kill and inferno eats what he kills. We have a perfect duo that can't be rivaled. I think I care too much for him though. Last time I almost drowned trying to save him. I care to much about the life's of the ones I love. If I loved my mom anymore I might still be in 9. I still call them districts. More like prisons, at least 5 through 12. The Capitol is the palace, the first two are the houses, the next two are the markets, and the rest are the factory's. That's how I've always viewed it. I will kill a peacekeeper in sight due not to his crimes, but his loyalty.

But the forest is my friend. It taught me how to build shelter and make fire. It feeds me. It takes care of me. It hides me from the games. I guess I should thank the games for teaching me survival. I probably would have died the first week without them. I just wish I had a human companion. Not that I don't love inferno, just that I want someone I can talk to my past about without being flooded with tears. I sleep dreaming of the past. I miss my family, but I couldn't go on anymore. If I loved them more I would have stayed, but the Capitol drove me out. They stole my dads life for no reason except him saying his mind. He should have done it here, not there.

My past is gone, but I suppose I can summarize the dreams. I was born the first day of a new game. Born into death. A big family, with 3 brothers and 2 sisters. I used to not have sisters, but when my aunt died my parents took them in. But she got it lucky, dying by illness. I've sen much worse. I grew up being the oldest, everyone looking up to me whenever our parents weren't home. We were poor, but had enough money to stay alive. Sure, bought some poached turkeys, but just so we could live.

I looked up to my dad. He was brave, maybe a little to brave. He wasn't afraid to say what he thought. My mom was the opposite, never speaking outside the house. I started working as soon as I turned twelve. I worked at a shop factory, being strong enough to unload the boxes. I hated that job. My boss was cruel, and I was the youngest one within a mile. But I got an advantage. I learned how to make hygiene items, which helps me today.

When I turned 16 I had enough money to take the month off. I wish I didn't. Because of that I saw the games more and realized who got reaped. I had secretly liked watching the games a little. I don't know why, but I did. I don't want to get reaped, but I knew I would win. I knew the tribute from this year. I had seen him before, but didn't realize it till now. I wish I got to meet him, before he died.

18 was the worst year of my life. I saw my own dad get tortured then killed right before my eyes for being himself. I decided then I had to leave. I knew how to survive by the games. I packed my stuff and left in the middle of the night without anyone knowing. I knew I would get killed if I told someone. I ran until light then rested. At night I kept running. After a week of running and making a bow and a few arrows and then a little hunting, I made a camp by a pond at the end of a river heading north. I have lived there ever since, and probably forever more.