Fletcher Carnem, District 10

At first glance, Fletcher appears to fit the “hardened cowboy” physical stereotype, boasting a toned and moderately muscled physique overall. He stands at a respectable 5’11”, and weighs approximately 180 pounds, with majority of the weight being refined muscle. His facial structure, which contains obtrusive, slightly visible jaw bones and a cleft chin, is decently composed. His eyes are a neutral gray in color, reminiscent of rainclouds and certain types of stone. In complexion, his skin is slightly tanned, due to repeated exposure in the bright sunshine. Miniature blisters can occasionally be found on his lower neck and back. Fletcher also has immense distaste for his hair color and hair texture, a deep golden blonde and uneven curls, respectively. In addition, his hair has a somewhat bothersome tendency to get greasy and matted, much to his dismay.

As one would most likely expect of an ordinary rancher, Fletcher’s limited choice for clothing is very casual and easy to maneuver in. He wears his dark colored t-shirts loosely, and each of them bear various stains from assorted labor. His heavily stained and torn jeans are worn loosely as well, affixed to his waist by a fraying brown belt. If the weather turns cold, Fletcher occasionally wears an old light brown jacket, but he is not often inclined to wear it, even when his skin may be cold and clammy to the touch. Though he dresses in a slapdash manner, it is a trademark of his impoverished District.

As far as personality goes, Fletcher’s most prominent characteristic is his playful sense of humor. He takes pride in challenging his friends, which he seems to make easily due to his jovial and carefree personality. He finds laughter in the littlest things, and he rarely finds a reason to frown. He is very accepting, and he works on his family’s farm without complaint. In addition, Fletcher can also be romantic and caring accordingly, namely when his object of affection is near him.

Despite his positivity, Fletcher is prone to spells of carelessness and recklessness, often dashing headlong into situations without thinking them through. He often stops himself before the decision costs him something crucial, however. Fletcher can also be a notorious flirt and a bit of a motormouth – reception to both of these is mixed, although they more often than not come off as annoying. As a result, he can also appear vain to some, since his overconfidence can be a bit staggering around women in particular. In recent years, Fletcher seems to have learned to harness these qualities and suppress them.

In combat, although Fletcher has not received any formal training due to lacking in Career status, he nonetheless excels at physical combat, and could probably master a heavy weapon with practice. He can scale trees well, and is good at throwing objects with quality precision and accuracy. Although his recklessness can lead him to trouble, he can often rectify his mistakes before anyone utilizes it. His vision and perception are both highly developed as well. Finally, his overall jubilant demeanor would be beneficial for forming alliances.

Fletcher was born into a semi-poor family of cow herders, in the remote farming communities of District 10. He was the first born, preceding his two younger sisters, currently fourteen and twelve, respectively. His mother often stayed at home to care for the children, but Fletcher gradually segued into caring for his younger sisters as he grew older. His father, on the other hand, fed and prepared cattle to be sent off for meat processing, in addition to herding. In short, he was but a mere cog in the gears that brought the Capitol its savory meats. The family, as with most of District 10, occasionally goes a day without eating, but food is not a crisis as it is in lower Districts.

In sharp contrast with his current personality, Fletcher was often regarded by his peers as a quiet young boy, who often kept to himself in most situations. This changed when he entered school, however. Though his grades were average, he found his place in its social structure, and was often labeled as a popular kid. His carefree sense of humor was infectious to his classmates, and many of them became friends of his. Not every friendship lasted, but at least the memories were pristine.

During his tenure in school and even presently, Fletcher often assists his father with ranching. This allowed his current muscular physique to be sculpted. He does it willingly, not only by Capitol and District protocol. He holds ill feelings for the Games, and often prays that he does not get Reaped. So far, this has proven effective.