Roger Nivein -District 11-

Roger wasn't the most good looking in his District, but he was pretty good looking. His eyes were blue, a nice even shade, and his hair was short and black. His scars weren't really noticeable, but if you caught him without his shirt on or in shorts, you would see the scar that run from his left calf to his knee from the accident in the kitchen when he was four and the scar across his left side of his chest, which came from another kitchen accident when he was seven. He liked to dress moderately simple, except in times of the reaping or any special events. Then he would out do him self to an extent that none of District 12 knew of. His daily outfit consisted of a t-shirt and blue jeans, which he was lucky enough to get for his birthday.

His nose was slightly crooked because he broke it when he was younger because he fell when he was playing. He also knocked out one of his teeth and thus, making it permanently crooked when it grew back in. He was truthfully quite proud of his looks.

Roger was truthfully a really caring person. He would always do anything to help his mother, and give his life to keep her alive. He wanted the world to be united, and the lies they told in school were disgusting, and Roger loathed the capitol; and everyone in authority. Roger couldn't hurt any living creature, but if it came to it, he would.

He wanted to work so bad, because he knew that it would help his mother to survive in this world. and that was all that mattered to him. Roger loved people in general, especially women. In a way Roger was very feminine, but he was kind of ashamed of it. His mother constantly told him it was a good thing, but he didn't believe it. He kind of figured it was a sort of trauma from his fathers death.

Roger also loved to cook. Always had, always will. His father frowned upon it which made him sad about cooking for a while, but he continued secretly. He once went over to a school friends house to cook for them. As time went on, he began to perfect foods that his mother could afford. His mother told him that it was something that tasted as if it should be served in the capitol.

Very well hiden, Roger was socially awkward. When he talked to someone he didn't know he would begin in stutter. When he was in public to long he would start twitching. It wasn't that he didn't like the people, but he had some kind of flaw in his genetics that caused this.

Roger secretly loved to cook. When he was six his father was killed in a mining accident, so he was free to cook whenever he wanted. His father seriously frowned upon it but when he's father died he was free to do it. But his mom was to poor to teach him how to seriously cook, so he was limited to what his mom could afford to cook. And that he learned, and mastered with whatever spices he could. And when ever he could, he cooked for him and his mom, giving him a little bit of self pride.

Roger, though, was traumatized. After his father died his mother went into a state of shock, thus giving Roger tons of responsibility. Roger had thought of going out into the woods to hunt for him and his mom, but he was to scared to, making him feel very weak. But in his mind killing an innocent animal seemed to wrong to even consider. So he found ways to earn money, including selling himself, and buying stuff at the hob to buy for him and his mother. But his mother knew nothing about this plan, and he planned not to tell her.

As Roger slowly gained his self pride back and his mother slowly started to come back into the world, he started to socialize a little more at school and with other adults in the city. People asked about the rumors of his soliciting, but he denied it for he didn't want his mother to find out. Roger cared to much about his mothers well being to let her find out. Truthfully, Roger cared to much to hurt anyone.