Garrett Westendorf, District 12 [wip]

BIRTH NAME: Garrett Westendorf.
NICKNAMES: Just plain old Garrett will do.
GENDER: Male.
MILESTONE: Sixteen years old.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
DISTRICT: District twelve.
PLAYBY: Garrett Hedlund.

HEIGHT: 5"8
WEIGHT: 131 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Garrett's hair is an untamed mess of dirty blond, almost honey colored, sitting atop his scalp. He usually leaves it long, though it's near impossible to fix it enough to make it lie flat- it just naturally sticks up. His hair is streaked with lighter blond, which most likely comes from his father.
EYE COLOR: Garrett's eyes are a deep blue hue that are, quite literally, windows to the soul. They have the typical rounded shape of all human eyes, of course, but in them are all of his emotions- this is probably what makes him such a bad liar.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Garrett has several minor scars on his hands and arms from his various hunting expeditions, though the only distinguishing mark about him is a faded, jagged white line running down his left jaw, something he earned after hunting a stag with some fight left in it. It isn't a particularly noticeable scar, but it is the only one that people tend to see.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Garrett is of average height for his age, though he is on the leaner side due to the harsh life of most residents of District twelve. He is, however, well muscled from years of hunting (a.k.a. poaching) and working around the house to help his mother when his younger siblings were unable to. His face is well defined and his features are well proportioned. He even has a fine layer of hair starting to sprout on his upper lip, though he likes to keep this under control. He has strong back muscles, making him more skilled with a bow than in hand-to-hand combat, though he could fight well with a knife if given the chance, not that he has much experience with fighting.

LIKES: Hunting, being alone, nature, climbing trees, his family, being looked up to, being trusted.
DISLIKES: The Capitol, being unable to care for his family, showing weakness, dishonesty, ungratefulness, laziness, getting wet, failure.
STRENGTHS: Garrett is a skilled hunter, and good at not being caught by the Peacekeepers- he knows who to go to to sell his kills, and who to avoid. He may be a slow thinker, but he is smart, and light on his feet- he has to be, to navigate the tough land outside the Districts.
WEAKNESSES: Garrett is selfless, which could lead to him making careless choices one day. He is protective, and could easily fall victim to blackmail if someone he cares about is at stake. He is also dense, and not a particularly quick thinker- he needs time to think things through.
DESIRES: Garrett wants to amount to something, and keep those he loves alive and well for as long as he possibly can.
SECRETS: Garrett wants to become a contestant in the Hunger Games and win, so that he can provide for his family and defy the Capitol and their stupid Games.
PHOBIAS: Garrett has watched the people he cares about die slowly before, and this is the one thing he fears above all else.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: A paragraph or so about your character's overall personality.

BIRTHPLACE: District twelve.
FATHER: Connor Westendorf, killed in a mining accident.
MOTHER: Rosanna Westendorf, alive, forty three years old.
SIBLINGS: Ginger Westendorf, sister, twelve years old.
Kyle Westendorf, brother, eight years old.
LOVERS: None.
CHILDREN: None.
OTHER: Anderson Westendorf, maternal uncle, died of starvation.
HISTORY: Your character's history. The older your character is, the longer their history should be.

NAME: Sarcasm.
GENDER: Female.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

{From a disney personified site}

Garrett checked his watch for the millionth time that day. Well, maybe not the millionth, but he had checked it far too often in the past hour to be considered normal. The school day had ended and he had managed to keep himself detention free for once, though his happiness had been short lived. Of course, he was behind on an English project, and English class required reading. Hence, he found himself sitting at one of the many tables in the library.

Time seemed to be progressing at half its usual speed. Garrett rocked back in his chair, tilting it so only two of its legs were on the ground. He knew the librarian would skin him alive if she saw- he had gotten in enough trouble for 'chair abuse' over the years already- but he was bored, and frankly, didn't care whether or not he was causing the chair some kind of harm. He had been there for just over an hour and located the book for his English assignment, yet he hadn't managed to make it past the fifth page. It was just so boring.

The fact that he couldn't see out of his left eye may have helped contribute to the unsuccessful attempt at reading. He had to tilt his head slightly so he could see the pages properly, and was conscious that he must look awfully silly, sitting there moving his head around in an attempt to read a fifty year old book that no one cared about. In all honesty, Garrett no longer even remembered the name of the cursed novel!

Finally giving up on any semblance of reading, he dropped the book carelessly onto the table, earning a dirty look from another twelfth grader sitting nearby. He returned the glare and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling dramatically. He just didn't have the patience for this. The English assignment would have to wait for another time.

Pushing the assigned reading aside, Garrett scanned the library for any sign of someone or something to keep him busy. He was reluctant to return home so early- he and Ayden had had an argument not that long ago, and he was loathe to return home to his irritating older brother. Speaking of irritating, a thought crossed Garrett's mind. I wonder where Kayley's off to. She may be annoying, but she was still one of the best friends he had, and he wouldn't change a thing about her.

Garrett quickly moved to stand, forgetting about his tilted chair and tripping backwards over it. He landed hard on his backside and cursed loudly, again on the receiving end of some glares. He had a reputation around the school as a troublemaker, and interrupting students while they worked on oh-so-important projects was apparently frowned upon. He quickly righted the chair and stepped away from it, making sure to keep the offending object in his narrow line of sight.

He slipped his hands into his jean pockets, scanning the library once more and contemplating his next move.