Bjorn Sigurd D8 {done}

Name: Bjorn Sigurd
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
District: Eight

Appearance:
Height is always a disadvantage from being born into the Sigurd family. Being seventeen years old, and a male, most people would expect me to stand nearly six foot tall, but that is not the case as I only stand a little over five foot tall. It's not as bad as some people make it out to be because there comes a time when being short can work to my advantage. I'm capable of sneaking around hiding behind low bushes without having to crouch a lot. I can hide where most people can't hide, but they'd have to look past my terrible, unsteady gait which always gives me away. It's made sneaking around mischievously impossible. My weight, isn't much of an issue weighing about one hundred twenty pounds. It's impossible to really figure out how much I weigh, but it's based on common knowledge. Muscles are few and far between as I'm just a scrawny kid waiting for a miracle to happen and a giant growth spurt to kick in.

Like my father, my hair is blonde and curly. Curly hair is amazing except when it rains as it turns into a fro with frizz flying everywhere. It's kinda shaggy on the top shorter on the bottom nearly cleanly shaved above my ears. My ears are tiny, but that's not a problem because I feel like it's something others won't hold against me. Thick, bushy black eyebrows sit upon my face bringing out the color of my eyes. They are my favorite feature of everything as they are bright blue, brighter than the sky and the sea. My nose is tiny compared to the rest of my face. It doesn't mix well with the chubby cheeks I have. It's strange not weighing a lot, yet my cheeks make people think I'm fat, and that's not what I want. Father tells me it's from smiling so much; I want to believe him, but it's hard. Pink lips always form a smile as life is worth living even though sometimes living here it doesn't feel like it.

One thing that I feel people will notice when they first look at me is the fact that my left leg is about three inches shorter than my right, and also is crooked below the knee. It was a freak accident. I was out playing with some friends, and we were doing things our parents would never approve of when I slipped and fell sending myself tumbling down a hill. My bone snapped before flying through my skin. A long scar runs along the leg as the bone had to be placed back inside the skin. I walk with a limp that's extremely obvious when people look at me. Mother has gone as far as trying to build a shoe, but it doesn't help. It's a balancing act trying to walk, and I laugh at myself a lot because it was of my own stupidity that it happened. I can only dream of walking normally again, but I doubt I'd know how to handle it as this is all I know now.

Personality:
Respect, something I hold high of very much importance. Something I've learned growing up is I may not have to like a person, but out of dignity I should respect them and serve them with honor. I despise the rulers of this nation, the president, the citizens living high in the Capitol yearning for the death of tributes, but if the president walked in front of me today, I would treat with the respect he deserves as it is what my mother and my father wish for. Every word of hate burning inside my soul wouldn't be enough to light the flame forcing those evil, violent words into the air although those words embed in my brain every second of every single day, but it's not only my parents holding me back from speaking such words. Knowing how simple it would be for the rulers to order the execution of my life keeps me from crossing any line. I'm a good boy. Isn't that what everyone wants for the people to be afraid of crossing lines?

Making friends has always been an easy task traveling through life. I'm a man of my word, and promises aren't taken lightly. Growing up, Father told me never make a promise I couldn't keep, and that's how my life has grown. Kind words aren't shoved down the throats of others drawing them in just to lie to them later. It would go against everything I've been taught. If I make a promise, I will hold myself to it because it's not easy shoving people from my life. It's against my will to be known as a liar, a hypocrite, yet at times it happens. Hope of never lying is setting myself up for failure, and it kills me, but it's shoved to the back of my mind allowing me the chance to move on as I learn from my mistakes and grow into the man my father wants me to be. It's not about what I want to be, it's about my parents molding me into the perfect child.

Little do they realize how much I hate living with them because it's my life, and my life should be lived how I choose to live, not how others want me. Yeah, freedom is few and far between, but if the chance for something greater hammers itself in front of my face, I should be able to accept it without confronting my parents. Mother likes digging into my rebellious side, she says it needs to go away before trouble comes about it, but it's fun looking for ways to live my own life worry free. My friends help bring this out because it's hidden so far in the abyss floating around in my skull. One day I'll grow the courage to tell people what I truly think of them, but until that moment, I'll be the perfect child mother and father want me to be. It's simple, I don't have to like them, but I care enough to respect them because they respect me enough to raise me, and that's something I can never repay.

History:
Seventeen years ago, I was born into the world to Mrs. Hildr and Mr. Alf Sigurd. I am a triplet with two brothers, Vidar and Bladr. We're like peas in a pod always hanging around one another. Bladr is the oldest by ten minutes, and I'm the youngest by fifteen minutes. When we're standing next to one another it's really hard to tell us apart. If it wasn't for my crippled leg, it would be damn near impossible. Vidar is the smart one, Bladr is the reasonable one, and I'm the adventurous one. Going on adventures is fun, and from a the age of two, I was always roaming around the house yearning for the opportunity to find the front door to the house open so the real world would be at my hands, but mother and father were smarter than that. They caught onto my adventurous tendencies very quick and starting making sure the doors were locked tight, but it didn't always work. My brothers acted as a distraction many times.

At the age of two, my mother gave birth to my sister, Verdandi. I've always felt sorry for her being born into a family where her and mother were the only females. I spent a lot of my free time finding ways to get her dirty, caked with mud. The older she got, the more time she spent with me on adventures. Mother was never happy when we'd go adventures as she was so young, and mother was afraid she'd end up missing, or worse, dead, but that never happened. We became extremely close, closer than I ever dreamed of being towards my brothers despite being a triplet. Every escape act I knew was taught to Verdandi, and she caught on like a pro. It's amazing watching someone I love and care for to grow into a person I want them to be. I don't know if this is what she wanted, or if she was just trying her best to please me. The first one is the decision I'd prefer.

Life was going well until I turned five and mother gave birth to my younger brothers, twins, Sindri and Yngvi. Sindri was born sick, and father and mother devoted all their time to him making sure he was going to survive. It's beyond my wildest imagination what happened to him- they would never tell. He's speech and everything was slowed down, and mother started teaching us how to handle him. It was impossible, though, as nobody knew what was wrong with him. It hurt knowing that mother and father cared about him more than the rest, but one day it'll make since. I was in school, and being away from them helped a lot because I had my group of friends, and we hung out every day after school. Mother was furious when we'd return home because our outfits would always be covered with mud from running through mud holes after the rain which made it more fun until father found out. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

School isn't what it used to be since my leg was ruined. When I turned fifteen, mother decided it would be best to get a job working at a factory so I could help support the family. I was fine with it until it started taking too much time. Most of my free time is spent working at a factory weaving together clothing prepped for the other districts. Wool jackets really come in handy, but it's not much seeing as the money isn't a lot. Mother stays at home with Sindri saying he's entirely her responsibility so Vidar, Bladr, my father and I work trying to bring in the money to support the family. When I'm not working, I'll take old balls of yarn and sew together tiny blankets for the family. I hate that they take everything I make, but I keep making it over and over with the hope of something changing. Father even said he shouldn't have to work anymore because the three oldest boys are working.

I'm seventeen now, and if I had my way, I would stay at home against my parents wishes studying math. In school it's the subject that comes easiest to me. Bladr laughs telling me it's because one day I would love to rule the nation, but he's wrong. I have no intentions of ruling the nation as I'm not the person fit for it. When I'm sitting at home, usually late hours while everyone else is asleep, my hands will work quickly weaving together blankets for the people living in the cold. Somehow, I've managed to keep it hidden, yet the moment my parents find out, punishment will reign down upon me as everything made outside of work should be for them. A friend of mine, who's parents doesn't have much money, and she's often extremely underfed, made a trade. They teach me about gathering plants for a garden, and I'll make them blankets. It's a fair trade in my eyes, and that's what matters, and my parents are pleased with the garden growing outside.

Codeword: oDair