LOST in D4 (2 spots open)

I'm still debating but this is the D4 I would use Rosie Ramos

Can I join maybe? My person would be Serena Lund but I am not sure if they are just characters there or would it effect their lives.

Sher, North, it would be awesome to have you!
I'd say it would affect the story of their lifes unless everybody else wants this to be an alter. universe....did I even understand the question correctly?

Give me three words that define your characters...like the compassionate career.
Consider yourself accepted for the spots:) Loving it!!!!

We could all add a bio link here...if only I could find mine.
Here's my bio:



Name: Nicky
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: Wanderer
Appearance: PB Jake Gyllenhaal

During my child hood I was always the small kid , the one others picked on. Now, that I’m probably at the end of my growth spurt I’m 5”10. Not overly tall for a guy but tall enough to get my points across and I have many of them, let me tell you. If you ask me I’d say I’m in good shape. I have my muscles in all the right places but I’m none of those idiotic careers, who are lifting weights just to gain mass. What for? The chicks dig me the way I am. At least that’s what they are telling me before the kick me out a few days later.
My hair is as dark and sometimes neatly combed but mostly I don’t really care about it. My eyes are blue like the ocean of district 4. What usually wins girls over is my cute smile. Some call it dorky but again, who cares?
Over the years I have collected 11 scars and broken my nose and three fingers.
Lots of people think I'm half asleep or drank too much because my eyes are often half closed and I cock my head back a little to watch people underneath my half-closed lids. My slow talking doesn’t help much to change that impression.
Nice clothes are great if you can afford them. If I get my hands on some I’d surely wear them because I love how nice cotton fabric or soft leather excentuates my character. Well, mostly I just can’t afford those so you’ll see me running around in old shirts with holes.

Personality:
Trouble-that’s what a lot of people call me. Are they right? Is suppose so but do I care…no not really. How else would you get by if your parents ditch you in front of some rich guys house at the age of four because your just another hungry mouth to feed and they want a better future for you. That’s what the letter said. Funny, I wandering around aimlessly is a better future then I guess they did the right thing, those bastards.
I was lucky enough that those rich folks actually took me in for a while until they found out how much trouble I really was and I got kicked out of the second school. The foster home couldn’t tie me down either so I finally packed my pack and left. That was 4 years ago and I’m seventeen now.
So here’s my philosophy. I have fun whenever I want, I work whenever I want and when I can’t afford stuff that I need I’ll take it from whoever doesn’t necessarily need it.
I do all the stuff that is slightly illegal but just too good not to do it…so watch out. If you see a guy running down the street naked piss drunk it’s probably me.
So far I’ve been getting by great like that if I move often enough.
As for friends. I don’t have many, not the good kind anyway. I’d love to have a real girl friend but so far I've rarely stuck around long enough.

History:
Don't ask me how my parents managed to be as poor as a church mouse in a district like four. Everybody here had enough to get by and a little more. At least. Everybody except us.
My family, as far as I remember, had 6 children. Mom was nurse and my dad worked at a small sea food shop in town. They barely had enough to raise one child let alone 6. Maybe that's one of the reasons for us being the joke of our town. My parents simply had too much fun making babies than taking care of them or feeding them.
That’s how me and my older sister ended up being ‘transferred to another family’. All to our benefit , of course. One day we were simply dropped at some rich folks door step in the hope that these people had a big enough heart to take us in. And luckily they did.
The folks, who took me in, Mr. and Mrs. Chedrick were sweet, rich, well educated people and they were trying to make me sweet and well educated as well. Needless to say that it didn’t work for a brat like me. I got sick and tired of them trying to bend me and make me a better, smarter, politer boy and broke more and more rules them and my teachers put up until I got expelled…twice.
My super sweet surrogate parents tried again but I preferred to give them their freedom back and started ‘travelling’, first to the coastal towns, then inland. What did I live off? You would not beleive how much edible things some restaurants and shops throw out plus I was able to earn a penny or two on boats when I had to. That was just what I needed. I saw so much of my district and learned so much that I had no idea about…like how to make wine of fallen apples. The people I met, oh boy. You would not believe the stories old folks tell about Panem. A spark was lit somewhere deep inside of me by these stories. Curiosity, I guess. This curiosity started driving me around in search of more of these 'stories' or were they maybe the truth.
I decided to see whether the tales were really true for myself and chose to be a wanderer. That’s my one and only true passion, I guess: Finding truth.
That was almost 4 years ago. I’ve been following that path ever since. Usually I take small jobs here and there or I take small things that nobody misses here and there. Anyway, here I am, still in search of it…knowledge, the truth about our nation.

During my travels I’ve been with more than just a few women. Everybody needs a little loving, right? And usually that provided me with a roof over my head and good meals for a few days until I decided the relationships were getting too close and packed my bags again. Unfortunately my carelessness has gotten one of the girls pregnant, one that I actually liked a lot and could even imagine hanging around for. When her belly was starting to buldge, my head was starting to squirm. All the responsibility and being tied down freaked me out to a degree that I left the girl before she even gave birth and ran as far away as district 12 to get some distance between us. I simply couldn't imagine being a father...not with a childhood like mine. Horrible act you’d probably say. What a scumbag! That’s exactly what I felt like, too. Despite the big distance my heart was still with her and I felt aweful. Yet I managed to stay away for two years when my bad conscience finally drove me back to district 6 and I met my little girl for the first time. She captured my heart within seconds and her mother was willing to give me a second chance. That little girl is a true gem and the only person in panem I truly care about. She's so pure and beautiful. Her mother has done a wonderful job bringing her up, admittedly much better than I could ever have done. But people could change, I could change and maybe be a good parent, too.
Things just don’t work out for me and when I was ready to settle down and actually act like a father my past caught up with me in the form of a few angry book makers with baseball bats, whom I owed a shitload of tesserae. Needless to say I had to pick up my feet in oder not to endager my little girl and her mom. One day I’ll return but that might be a while. Until then I’ll keep her in my heart and start working off my debt.