Samhain Clyde- District 3

Samhain is doughy young man with a nice, but not stunning, face framed by dark chestnut coloured hair. He isn't tall or short, but looks far too young to be nearly past the age of reaping much to his dismay. His brow is constantly furrowed and lips in a frustrated frown, which might make him look altogether frightening if it weren't for his small bright eyes and dimpled chin. His ears stick out from beneath wavy well brushed hair that swoops across his creased forehead dramatically, often it gets mussed in the wind, but he seldom wanders outside when he doesn't need to.

Freckled cheeks and wide spaced brown eyes coupled with his sickly completion balance a mean, and harmless appearance, which of course means that Sam has gotten into and lost more than a couple fights in his lifetime. Sammy has a winding scar on his collarbone that has long since faded to look more like a birthmark, and a slight nervous stutter when he speaks.

Crass and rude, Sam may be smarter than most of his peers and more resourceful, but by no means is he stronger or better fit to stand up for himself beyond quips and smart remarks. He often gets himself into trouble and others too. Samhain isn't much of a talker besides that, and believes that the more things you own, the better off you are. This has led to him hoarding small things and materials.

Never one to have a large circle of friends, Sam is slow to trust anything that isn't made of wire and metal that he can't understand. He also isn't above stealing, and does it often himself as sport, making targets of people he dislikes. Sam is clever, though, and hides what he takes and only ever takes things small and useful.

Matching his looks are his charms and humor. Samhain isn't funny by any means, and finds interest in the smallest, stupidest topics, making him sound boring when he does have the nerve to have a conversation with someone his own age. He has a terrible habit of lying, meaning he's the worst at it, but that never has stopped him from evading the truth.

Born to a small family of machine operators in District Two composed of himself and his mother and father, and a older brother named Tom. Sam was always been raised with an emphasis on following authority and working hard, but most importantly, fitting in and staying out of sight. To him, this meant becoming a recluse and pretending that every unique aspect of his personality was private, anyways, normal people weren't chosen to fight in the arena. Only dangerous people were, his father always told him.

Sam was a model citizen of District Three with no intentions of ever breaking any laws or challenging any authority until the evening that his brother was taken from them and imprisoned for stealing. There, imprisoned, he was reaped for the next games, never even allowed to have a word with his brother or his mother and father. They never treated Sammy the same after Thomas was blown to pieces on the podiums of the hunger games for stepping off too quickly. Instead, they kept him closer, which made it even harder for him to distance himself from them.

From that moment on all he could think about was what he was doing to them. Letting them love him when he was every moment in the same position and danger his brother had been in. Normal wasn't the solution, if there even was such a thing, was the decision Sam made, then and there. He would be the strangest and most hated person in all of Panem if it meant being forgotten and living to support his family.