Ny-om Montgomery, District 11

Ny-om isn't exactly the biggest guy around. Actually, one of the smallest. He is 5'5 and weighs around 145 pounds. Ny-om also isn't built for lifting huge barrels or giving some punk a black eye. Actually he is built for running away and scrambling up a tree. This isn't exactly helpful in terms of combat, but it's a killer when it comes to his job.

Like many members of District 11, Ny-om works at an orchard. He's the one scrambling up trees and dropping down delicious apples that he isn't allowed to eat. His small figure allows for squeezing in and out of tight nipped spaces.

Ny-om's skin is tan-not a suprise for someone in his line of work-and he has black hair. Not black like almost brown, but the kind of black that makes you wonder if it is natural. And yes, it is. His eyes are dark, of course not like his hair but more of a hazel.

Ny-om has a small scar running from the right corner of his mouth that extends two inches towards his ear. He recieved this scar when he was young and tried to snatch an apple he picked. A peacekeeper, apparently one of the more merciful ones, gave him a simple cut with a knife on the side of his cheek to remind him of his mistake.

Despite a harsh past and a not promising future, Ny-om usually has a bright and cheery smile flourishing across his face that tends to perk up the grumpy workers day.

Ny-om is a friendly and positive minded guy. He tends to find the good in things, even when a large bully has decided to black an eye or two he smiles. Of course this isn't always the best possible emotion because some people absolutely hate seeing others with joy, but he smiles nonetheless.

There are only a few things that can take away his smile. One, the sight of blood. He absolutely hates it, especially his own. Not that he feints at the site, that was at a younger age. No, his hate for bloodgoes to th extent of turning green at the site of too much of it, and despising the person that caused it. He can handle cleaning it up though.

The other is someone causing harm to his family. He loves his family, every single member. His mother, his father, his two sisters, one brother, and he still loves his late brother. You see, his brother was killed after attempting to steal some apples from the orchard. Not one, like young Ny-om, but a basket full. The only thing he got was a bullet to the head.

If these things are avoided Ny-om can keep a huge smile on his face and over warm gestures to all.

Ny-om Montgomery was born 15 years ago in a small house, to a loving mother and father. He was the first child of the five that were born in the next few years. Ny-om, ever since he was a child, especially enjoyed the game hide and go seek. He was a master, always wasting hours hiding in a hole, or up in a tree, while his friends searched for him. It took him until he was about seven to realize that his parents did not enjoy this game if they didn't know he was playing.

When Ny-om was eight years old, his two sisters were born. They were twins, each with beautiful green eyes. He loved being around them, playing with them, holding them, feeding them. When they were old enough to crawl he like to put them against each other in short races. These races were what caused each of them to learn to walk a few months ahead of their childhood counter parts.

Ny-om, when he was ten, was taken into the orchard by his father. There his father gave him a small knife and allowed him to start working. Ny-om climbed trees, cut apples, and dropped them down to his father. A few days later, he tried to sneak one home. A peacekeeper caught him, and awarded his bravery with a cut on his cheek. After a few months the wound healed, but Ny-om still worked and smiled as the cells in the cut reproduced and reformed.

Ny-om learned to use his knife in fighting situations one day when he was returning from work at age eleven. He was walking through a trail in the orchard, a shortcut he had found the previous year, when he stumbled upon a large, menacing boy a few years older then he. "Max", he was called, and he was feared by everyone in District eleven.

"Come 'ere, punk!" Max said. "Show me that knife!"
Ny-om stood, frozen in fear. "Come here and give it to me, jerk!" Max repeated his threat.

As Max lost his temper and stomped over to Ny-om, the ten year old turned and jumped up a tree. Luckily, Max couldn't follow him. Max didn't give up, however, he stood at the trunk of the tree and spat up derogetories at Ny-om. After a few minutes Ny-om had formed a plan, and he put it in motion. He picked an apple, and chunked it at Max's head.

The apple hit Max in the right eye, and the bully stumbled backwards. Ny-om shot out of the tree and landed just in front of Max, where he placed three shallow cuts in the boy's arm. Max cried out in pain and angrily slung his elbow toward Ny-om's head. Ny-om jumped to the right, grazed by the attack but not toppled over. Then Ny-om slashed Max's side again and sprinted towards home.

Once home Ny-om realized he would have to defend himself from people like Max for quite some time, not to mention if he were ever reaped. His father agreed to teach him how to wield a knife in a fight properly. Now, of course, Ny-om is no expert. He knows how to defend himself to a point, but he isn't an assassin.

The same year, Ny-om met a boy about his age named Nathaniel. Ny-om and Nathaniel became friends soon after. They worked at the orphanage together, played hide and seek together, and even had friendly fights together every now and again. Fights that Nathaniel usually won, that is.

Ny-om turned twelve a few months after that, and took part in his first reaping. He wasn't called, but Max was. Max of course was killed rather quickly in the games, his picture being shown in the sky on the first night. Ny-om couldn't help but feel that the universe had finally alligned.

Ny-om wasn't reaped the next year, either, because he did not take any teserae. His parents insisted that he didn't, they insisted none of the children did. Ny-om wasn't well fed, but he was alive, and that was fine. When he turned fourteen, though, tragic struck the family.

The youngest boy out of the three Montgomery's was shot in the head, for reason of theft. As Ny-om later found out, his brother tried to swipe a basket full of apples from the orchard and payed the price. The family mourned the loss for weeks, but they had to continue working because the peacekeepers did not feel that the family of a theif deserved any food to keep them alive long enough to weep.

Ny-om is now fifteen, and has found himself a love intrest-Maddie is her name. He loves her with all his heart, and would hate for something to happen to her. Ny-om works at the orchard with her everyday, where the two of them flirt and even get a little phsyical every now and then. It hasn't gotten past second base, though.

The reaping is steadily approaching, and Ny-om isn't loving his chances. He's went behind his parents back and signed up for teserae. There is no unsigning for teserae, so he doesn't mind if his parents aren't happy with him. Either way, the Montgomery's will eat better for the time being.

Not Gary-Stuei-sh, I hope.