Microloe Vivalos, District 3

I'm Microloe Vivalos, and I come from District 3. I am 17 years old and, obviously, I'm male. Here's some information you should probably know about me...

What do I look like?

I'm tall and muscular for my age, which might intimidate other people close to my age and under. I don't try to look that way, I just do. But the kids who are actually nice enough come to ask me for help to reach things. Believe me, I don't mean to boast, but I'm extremely good at climbing things. Poles, up onto houses, and most things that you could possibly think to climb, except trees, which because of the pollution in my district are not present most of the time. I am also good at sketching things and building objects. I absolutely adore making things out of wires, just fiddling with them, simply, because of my nimble fingers.

I don't know why I have a thing for my awesome hair, but I do. Anyway, I have brown hair with a tinge of red to it, and it has sweet bangs. One problem, the tip of my bangs is singed, so they're tipped with sooty black. Shame on me for playing with fire. Yeah, so I also have really smooth olive skin that shines a bit when the light hits it. People say my light brown eyes look like they're looking at everybody all the time, but I have no idea if that's good or bad. Sadly, my face has scars all over it, partly because I work at a television factory, where the wiring always scratches me up a lot. But hey, that's the way of life, right? More bad news, when I was younger, my sister poked me in the leg with a red-hot wire, which had to leave a mark. And it had to be a nasty one, too.

Well, that's what I look like for you, and....


Who am I?

Hmmm, good question... who am I, you say? Well, take these words, they stand for pretty much who the heck I am. Let's say I am; humorous, persistant, mischievious, and, perhaps, a bit cocky. If you're wondering why I chose those words, I'll tell you...

Humorous. You might wonder exactly what makes me humorous? Let me give you some examples, then. Frankly, I like jokes. You tell me a joke, and a good one, I'll probably be pretty nice to you. And I myself have a sense of humor. I have some great jokes, believe me. Another reason why I'm humorous, is because I tend to love playing pranks, of course just as long as I don't get in trouble with the Peacekeepers. I sometimes make other kids upset, but hey, guess they just don't have a sense of humor.

Persistant is a word I love. And that's one of the things I am. In school I am constantly getting good grades. And I don't back down or give up so easily. So don't try to push me away, because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. This is also, and I admit this, one of my flaws. I can think too fast and my hands don't react correctly. This trait was one of the reasons I singed my bangs. I wasn't being careful and I acted wrong. But it doesn't ruin my life, right?

Ah, being mischievious is enjoyable in some ways. Bad habit, but it's fun! I don't commit crimes, but I can nick something unimportant out of someone's back pocket without them noticing. I tend to 'collect' other kids' things, but I end up giving them back with a signature, 'I found your _______ on the sidewalk, and I figured you might have wanted it back.' I only take the stuff for fun! Maybe it seems to you that doing that is horrible, but nobody here really cares.

Cocky. Yes, I do admit, I am indeed cocky. This can be good and bad at the same time. The good stuff is that it scores me 'popular points', which makes me more well known. The problem is that people also call me conceited, which I probably am. But don't get me wrong, just because I'm a bit cocky doesn't mean I'm not a nice guy. I can be a kind person, mostly...

And there you have it! That's who I am! Finally...

What was my past like?

You want to know about my past now? Man, you people are nosy! Fine, I'll just get it over with...

Well, to start with, my parents loved me from the time when I was born, as that's usually the case. They always watched me and all, but the thing that really surprised them was when I learnt how to walk and talk earlier than most others! You see, in most people's opinions, I'm very smart. And I totally agree with them, but why wouldn't I? Anyway, my teachers absolutely thought I was a fantiastic student, so I skipped a grade.

When I skipped a grade, it wasn't easy getting used to being the youngest one there. I was constantly nervous about one of them picking on me. But they never did. Actually, quite the contrary, they made friends with me! Which was the most impossible thought I could imagine! I did fine, and then I just went along with the others, up and up the grades until I was in high school.

The first day I went to high school, man was I freaking out! It was scary, that thing. But as soon as I found the mechanics class I was alright. As you know, wires are one of my favorite things. So I was moved to the advanced one. Before you know it, I've got a job at the television factory! See, I was obsessed with Caesar Flickerman. I watched his shows every single night. And I was always glad to see his face for the Hunger Games interviews. And once the Hunger Games actually started, and Caesar was finished for a while, I was a bit sad. But there was still the Hunger Games to watch! Ok, this may sound absolutely sick to you, but I enjoy watching the Games. What else would I want to do with all those free TV's I have on my bedroom walls?

That day when my parents took me to the community house was one of my best. It was the day that I got my little brother, Compergo. So we walked in through that door, to see all those children. We looked among them, but none of them were up to our liking. So we went to the front desk and asked if those were all of the kids there. The person shook her head and said that there was one sitting in his room. So we went to visit him. And that kid was Compergo. We went inside and saw the boy sitting on his bed. My parents talked to him for a while and looked up, smiling. So I introduced myself to him. He was a very nice kid, and I could tell he would like being my brother. And that day, we adopted him, then we all headed home.

Still, to this day, we go to adopt kids. I like them all, they're nice to me, some of them humorous, like me. Some of them cocky, like me. And others are completely different. But after we adopted a girl, kids came to our house for a home, knowing we would not turn them down. And we never did.

I know we made the right decisions.