Westin Mitchells; District 10

I’m neither the prettiest nor the manliest but I guess I’m what you got, eh? I’m not afraid to admit the fact that I’m actually short for my age I stand at about five and a half feet. I’m also not as bulky as most of the other boys in Ten. I also happen to be scrawny I only weigh about 100 pounds. Due to my… lack of definition my father found it fit for me to work mainly with the animals. Not the same way as most of the people in my district though, I feed them and am in charge of training the dogs. Although some of the time this training doesn’t end well.


About four years ago one of the dogs went wild probably due to illness. It scratched my face and left a nasty scar on my relatively young and girlish face. Over the years it’s faded but it’s still relatively noticeable.


I get most of my looks from my mother, including my dark hair and eyes and short stature. Although I got my father’s hands, big things that have been calloused from continuous use. Mainly from the whips my family has used for herding for generations. My feet are also large and narrow, with long toes.


I have a series of pimples that litter my back and they’re relatively embarrassing so I tend to keep a shirt on. Fortunately the gods’ have mercy and cleared up the pimples on my face before I turned fifteen.

When it comes to skills, I can run. Running has always been a passion for me, every morning I run around the paddocks. Sometimes the dogs will accompany me but most of the time I run alone. I’ve never been able to rely on brute strength to get me through.

Ahh I suppose that me explaining my own personality will result in something… odd. No matter, if this is what you want then this is what you get. I’m a realist. I live in District Ten I highly doubt that I’m ever going to not have to work. I try my hardest to see the world for what it is, and it’s pretty crap, every year kids are forced to fight to the death for the amusement of our ignorant dictators. Do you know how hard it is to think that one day I may be whisked away to some unknown place to be murdered by some kid from Four whilst my family watches? I suppose pessimist may be a better word for it.


I’m kind of awkward as well. At least awkward around people, with the cattle and the dogs I feel like I can be myself. Dogs don’t judge you, as long as you feed them and praise them for doing a good job; they’re your life long companions. I tend to spend a little too much time around them and the running gag amongst our family has become that I’m part dog.


I suppose I can be a little hard on myself sometimes. A lot of people say that I overlook my good talents… I personally don’t think I have all too many. I mean, my parents were much prouder of the rest of my siblings and I don’t even do that well in school.


I suppose I’m nice though, I’m not going to bully some kid for a random reason. It also kind of means I’m a push over. I don’t really attempt to fight back when someone’s mean to me. It’s not like it’s a life or death situation.

Well I guess I can start with my family here. I’m part of a long line of cattle farmers. Even when it wasn’t as popular in Ten as it is now my family continued to farm. My immediate family consists of my parents and my four older siblings, two brothers and two sisters. I did have another brother… but he died years ago in the forty-sixth games. Since then almost all of my siblings have moved out. It’s only me, my older sister and my oldest brother now. He’ll inherit the farm and my sister and I are still old enough to be reaped, our parents don’t want us to leave just yet.

When I was about eight I started working the land with my family, nothing much to start with but eventually my jobs became more and more. Now I’m the only person in charge of the dogs. I’m pretty sure one day I’ll leave the homestead in order to make my own way in life, but I’m not doing that just yet.

A few bad things have happened in my life: one of the dogs going wild and ripping open my cheek, my brother being reaped when I was an infant. A few bad day to day things happen as well but I’m from one of the poorest districts in Panem I can deal with it. I’m sure that someone from the Capitol would cry at the thought of a little doggy woggy slicing open their face and ruining their makeup.

On weekends I visit my older brother. He works as a blacksmith in town, producing the tools that make fences and keep the livestock at bay. He’s been trying to teach me the tricks of the trade but I’m not too good at it. I’ll probably end up as a farm hand on someone else’s farm. Unless I get reaped that is..