- Justin Anthony - 12 [FINISHED! :D]

James is five feet tall and eight inches. He is a very skinny kid and has an olive grey skin tone. His nose is slightly more crooked than most and quite large. His eyes are a pale shade of green and are slightly red from his usual lack of sleep. His arms are scrawny with not much muscle.

James' hair is a dark black color and very greasy. His skin is usually covered in grime from the lack of water for bathing. down his left arm are a couple scars from where he used to cut. his arms and legs are a little hairy and his eyes always seem to look tired or sad. His lips are very pale and thin.

James is a very quiet and sensitive kid. When someone has a problem with him, he usually tries to either calm the situation or run away. His favorite activities are gathering random herbs from other people's gardens or talking to random people in the Hob when he's feeling talkative for once. Though he may be quiet he isnt exactly purely innocent.

Occasionally he'll steal a pack of ciggarettes from either the small drug store or from other people's loose coats. When he isnt doing any of these activities he's sleeping (or trying to anyway) and poking at bugs with a stick. Secretly he longs for adventure and action. When poking at bugs on the sidewalk he'll sometimes quietly pretend he's slaying a dragon or something. His Imagination can sometimes get the best of him.

James also enjoys writing poetry. Most people claim it not to be good but he loves his work. It's one of the few things that puts a smile on his face. He'll usually write about life in the Seam and his views on the Capitol but he doesnt let Peacekeepers read them for that reason.

James was born and raised in the Seam. His mother is sickly and his father is an abusive drunk. When he was five he gained just enough courage to explore District Twelve on his own. Eventually he gained a system. He'd wake up, put on some-what clean clothes, and walk down to a small lake he managed to make by digging a hole behind an abandoned house and covering the bottom of it in some old wood and tin-foil. Finnally, within the course of a month, it was filled with water and it was his personal little lake. He never showed it to anyone.

James, around the age of eight, started planting flowers around it and using the water from the lake to water them. It became his own little get away from it all. From age nine and on he'd usually just sit by the lake and either think or write poetry. His life when he was younger was complicated.

When he was three and began mastering the art of speech, his parents started bossing him around with extra chores and htings they didn't want to do. This would anger him and he'd want to scream at them but fear of his father stopped him from it. In fact, to this day when someone raises their hand even the slightest he can't help but flinch. The anger inside him lingers there and he doesnt know how he'll ever get it out. imes he wonders if he's ever unfortunate enough to be reaped, maybe his anger could win him the Games.

This is my first charrie app so please go abit easy on me. :3