Quinten Pizzaro ~ District 12

My parents always told me I was the cutest thing ever brought into the world, but I had to disagree when I looked into the mirror. I always combed my dark blonde hair back with my hand, since we could never afford such a expensive item. My mother adores my dark grey eyes, and she always said they came straight from the angels. I have a light peach color for a skin, and I have been told that my smile would bring up even a sad, dying old man.

I was never comfortable with my looks, even if people thought I was attractive. I had a weird scar I was born with across my neck, which made me feel more socially awkward then I already was. I made sure my teeth were sparkling white, because I know that would make a better impression on each new person I would meet in the future. I pretty much wear the same clothes daily.. Plaid Blue shirt, gray pajama pants, and old torn up sneakers. On special days, I would get to get a extra shirt of my own, but that won't happen anytime soon.

Ache was one of my worst enemies. I would have Ache attacks once every few months, and my face would just be drenched in pimples. I always though this was one of the most disgusting things that has happened in my lifetime.

I never really had any true friends, only my parents and brother, but he is gone. I was the shy guy in school, and never really had any social skills. I always felt a hole of loneliness since I started school, but I got used to it. Whenever I talked to anyone, except my parents, I would always get really nervous, and my palms would get really sweaty. I just never got into the hang of making any lifetime friends, and I'm okay with that.

All the days where I felt alone, and no one understood me, I took it out on the walls in my room. You could easily spot multiple paintings, writings, and stories all over the walls of my bedroom. I always had the feeling of creativity inside of me, and I could never find another way to let it out. I feel as if writing stories about my life is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I never wanted to show anyone this side of me, because I was afraid of negativity and denial from all of the people around me.

I never felt the need to fight. All I have ever wanted was world peace, and for everyone to get along. I am very calm when I am not in my bi-polar mode, but I would rather save my own life then another person's who I don't know. I have been called selfish by so many people, but I don't understand why. I just want to make sure I am healthy, and I would rather care for myself then someone else. I try to be as kind as I can to my elders, but sometimes they just push me too far, and I go insane.

My history is dull and depressing. I loved my brother to death, and I would do anything to have him back with me. He provided so much for the family, since my parents were too ill to do it most of the time. He risked his life daily, hunting out of the grounds of District 12 to make sure we had food in our stomachs. One Day, in the blink of an eye, he was caught, whipped, and made into an Avox. I couldn't stand not having him with us. Our family almost died of starvation without the assistance of him, and then I knew, I had to step up into his role of the provider.

I never dared stepping out into the forest, because I knew I would have no way to get any game, and I would most likely get caught. I spend my days roaming the streets, digging through garbage cans, and performing cute little street performances for peoples entertainment, and pray they give any tips. I managed to keep a steady job as an assistant to The Mayor, but he hates my guts so much, that I know he is destined to fire me as soon as he gets the chance to do so.

I was never a violent person, even if it came to my possible death. Even though I take as much tesserae as I can each year, I never really got into weapons. If I ever got to the point where I had to fight, I would just grab something and use it to the best of my abilities. My parents always taught me to discriminate against the Capitol, and that one day, a rebellion will rise, and all of Panem will be free. Of course, they have said this for the past few years, and It has not happened.

I always questioned why I have a scar across my neck. My parents tell me that it was because of a tragic accident when I was a child. Something with a wild animal getting int the district from the fence. The animal managed to attack me, and scratched a huge mark across my tiny neck. That scar has been with me ever since that day.

Wow, my 7th character! I have improved so much in a months time, and I hope I can make more characters like this one!


I hope I wasn't pushing it with his brother hunting outside of D12. If I was, I will just alter it :3