Kardin Steller - District 3

Kardin is of average height, and thin. He still has a boyish appearance, but his voice is beginning to crack and he’s slowly growing taller. His big, dark brown eyes could make your heart melt, and his hair is black, layered strangely because he tries to cut it himself with a knife. He has light skin and is always very dirty because he doesn’t really care what he touches or gets into, and he hates baths. He’s also covered with scars from a combination of accident, and the bullying of kids from his district.

Kardin isn’t like most boys his age. He doesn’t act like a teenager, talk like one, or think like one. He’s mentally ill, living eternally with the mind of a child, unable to understand much of what’s happening around him. He doesn’t know anything about the other districts, the Capitol, the history of Panem, why all the kids lines up in the center of town every year, and why some leave and never come back. Some think this kind of ignorance is unacceptable, but many can’t help but adore his childish innocence, and envy him for this ability to be so careless, so oblivious to the troubles of the world. However, that isn’t to say Kardin never runs into these troubles. Whenever he experiences any pain or discomfort, whenever something doesn’t go his way, his first reaction is to shriek, cry, break things, pound the ground with his fists, and throw an all out tantrum. But fortunately it’s easy to keep him happy and comfortable, and relatively hard to make him upset unless you take physically attack him. Unfortunately, however, those who don’t accept him feel free to physically attack him, which has made him slightly antisocial and afraid of any person who matches the description of the kids he’s been attacked by. Like a child, Kardin learns from experience, a sort of “if it hurts, don’t do it again” system. A knife cuts you so don’t touch the blades. Explosives blow up people, so don’t go near them. The other kids beat you up, so don’t play with the other kids. That’s how Kardin thinks. But otherwise, that is one of his only worries. He’s usually a carefree, playful boy, who likes to smile and laugh, something he might not do if he knew that he was in a yearly drawing to be sacrificed.

Kardin’s only parent who he lives with is his mother, Melany. His father left when Kardin’s first symptoms of mental illness appeared when he was four years old, still not talking and barely taking his first steps. His father knew Kardin would never be able to work in the technology industry, which was the industry of the district, and knew that if he stayed he would be in constant fear that Kardin would play with the wrong toy, or trust the wrong person, or be sent of in the Hunger Games to be completely defenseless against people who knew how to fight. He didn’t want to get attached. His father lives on the opposite end of the district now, as far away from his old family as he can; only communicating to them through Kardin’s adult sister, Mara. Mara is twenty years old, and the first year she stopped taking out tesserae, Kardin started taking them in. The family had no choice, without a father to constantly provide and a mother who has to stay most of the time keeping care of her handicapped son, they were poor, and often hungry. At first Melany had refused to let Kardin put in extra entries in the Games to get food and oil, but she finally gave in, not being able to bear hearing her son squealing like an infant every time he felt hunger pangs or was cold at night. The other member of the family is Kardin’s grandmother Tarca, his mother’s mother. So for the past two years, Kardin has taken out tesserae for four people and will have fifteen entries and his family is extremely worried, knowing he would have no chance surviving the cruel Hunger Games.

Okay, sorry if I wrote too much... I don’t know if you like Kardin, but if you don’t that’s okay, I can keep him to myself. I just thought he would be a good idea even though he would die so easy in the Hunger Games… Thanks for reading!