Shiloh Pravine District 10

You're sittin in a room made up of big white walls and in the halls there are people looking through the window and they know exactly what you're here for

History

When your parents die and you're all alone- it seems like there is nothing worth living for. You don't know what you're doing but everybody else knows your exact movements. That not you? Well, yeah, thats me. My parents died 16 years ago- when I was 4. I don't remember them well. The only memory I have of my parents is of the night they died but it is blury- I sometimes wonder if I didn't just make it up to comfort the loss. Lucky for me, my Aunt and Uncle took me under their wing. They have cared for me since I was young- and I thank them for that.

Growing up, it was hard. After the death of my parents- I started school. Bullying was a big probelm and I often found myself being chased by the bigger, bulkier boys. All of whom I was terrified of. Constant beatings left me returning to the ranch bruised and bloody everyday. My Aunt tried to help by going to the Principal- but that just made it worse. I was about 12, walking home from school. It was my birthday. I was half way home when the bullies rounded the corner- their eyes scornful. I ran for my life, and they ran too. Of course, being the weedy little thing I was, they caught me and pumled me into the concrete. They left me there, bleeding, dying. I honestly thought at that point I was going to die- especially when night began to fall. I'm not sure how long I lay there but eventually a Peace Keeper came along and found me. The next thing I know- I'm waking up in the hospital, my arm in a cast.

This didn't last though- the bullying. Over one summer, after helping my uncle out round the ranch twice as much, I gained some muscle. Working in the sun also tanned my skin. I began to get noticed at school- by girls. I didn't like it but I didn't complain. For the first time in my life I had friends and when i was 15 I had my own girlfriend but we split two years later. I'm not sure why the bullies didn't continue abusing me- it may have been the fact that their leader was taken to the Detention center after beatin up a Peace Keeper. I kept to myself alot- even after I began to get the attention. I may have changed on the outside but I didn't on the inside.

It was in my teens where I achieved some amazing things. Being an avid horse rider, I often road to the town to buy things that were needed for dinner. It was at this time- that I always seemed to run into some sort of trouble. Be it robbery or stabbing- I was always a witness. I'd seen it so many times before, that I nearly walked away from the woman being attacked right in front of my eyes, but I am not that heartless. It hadn't been hard to scare away the robber and chase him down- galloping towards him on the horse helped alot. I am not always on the horse when I save people but that doesn't matter- my thigh muscles help me run pretty fast. Fast enough to be able to tackle down the bad guy. I've been praised and rewarded- something I don't really want. As i said, I'd rather keep to myself.

Despite my good streak and being known as a local hero in District 10- it didn't stop Peacekeepers breaking into the house at night- fataly injuring my Uncle, and taking me. It was terrifying, being blindfolded and bounded in the back of a van before being taken off to the Detention Center. I had been accused of planning a rebellion against the Capitol. I apparently had a underground group. Apparently I was going to bomb the Justice Buildings. Of course, it wasn't true but they didn't believe me. They tried to get me to spill on things- things I didn't know. Torturing was their method, mainly whipping. Finally after god knows how long, I was let go. They'd found the real terrorists- 800 miles to the west in District 6. When I returned home, I found out about my Uncle being dead.

The news sent me into a spiralling depression- one I have not been able to get out of just yet, To drown my sorrows, I drink alcohol. It is the only way I could get rid of the horrible memories. So, thats me. Intrested yet?

Personality

The first thing you'll notice about me is my modesty. People are constantly praising me for saving them, saving their money, saving their cat. They call me brave, they call me a hero but I don't want that. I don't want that. It make me feel embaressed. I don't see anything very special with myself or the things I do. I am only doing something helpfull so others are safe not because I want to have fame and fourtune. If I wanted that- I'd try to get into the games but no one here would want that.

I love to read and ride horses. Not at the same time of course. Since being taken in by Uncle and Aunt- I grew to love the horses. The way they move, the wind in your hair as you gallop through the feilds in the summer sun.....sorry I got carried away there. As well as that, I love to read. Just on long summer days beneath the tree, reading is my solitude. Its this that keeps me from becoming fame obsessed. It also distracts me from the thing, I am about to cover. My flaw. Well one of the 700 flaws I have.

I drink. Not everyday but at least twice a week. I drink excessivley- in places where people who recognize me are less likely to be. Or atleast, less likely to be sober. It makes me forget the fact that my parents are dead, it makes me forget the fact that my Uncle died, it makes me forget all the horrible things in life. It sometimes make me forget who I am. I've struggled on and off the drink but I have never quit. My aunt says I should go see someone- but thats just going to end with me in the nut house.

Appearence

I stand at almost 6 foot but not quite- only 5' 9". I have blond short spikey hair, which according to my Aunt- I got from my mother. My skin is tanned due to working in the feilds all day. My eyes are deep brown, again another aspect from my mother, and almost melt into the whites of my eyes like chocolate cereal in milk. My eyes sit either side of my angled nose- a nose which I've been told that was carved by angles. My face comes to a stumped point just below my thin pink lips.

I have a very athletic build, from riding horses, helping out round the farm and also learning how to shoot an arrow. My muscles are almost always on show because I wear sleevless shirts- any colour- and jeans along with a pair of my favourite walking boots. My feet are something I actually I like about my appearence.

So don't look up and let them think theres no place you'd rather be