James Vetris-Wanderer

James is tall, just underneath six foot. A thatch of thick, straigt brown blond hair tops his head, whilst eyes so dark blue they're almost black peer out at the world. He dresses usually in practical clothes, dark colours or tones of green and brown, to blend in with the forest.

James is a hopeless optimist, an idealist, a romantic. He always sees the best in people, no matter what. He tries to be friends with whoever speaks to him. His friendlyness masks a curious withdrawn consciousness, his real feelings are guarded by a shell, a facade, one few people are allowed past...

Luck wasn't on James' side from birth. Born in District 9, he nevrr knew his parents, who had him early in life, both only 16 when he was born. At age 1, one of the most terrible occurances in District 12's history occured, a horrible twist of chance and fate. That reaping, a name was pulled from the girls' crystal bowl.

The name read was Amy Ventris.

A name was pulled from the boys' bowl.

The name read was Jacob Ventris.

Audiences across Panem dispaired when they saw Amy ripped apart in the bloodbath of the Cornicopia. The first to die.

Audiences across Panem cheered as his father fought with cold determination to become one of the last three.

Audiences across Panem cryed when they saw him, the last to die that year, disembowelled by the male District 1Tribute.

Ten years later, James' grandmother, who had been looking after him, died of cancer. Later that year, two weeks afer his 12th Birthday, his grandfather was killed by a bear in the woods.

Threatened with being put in care, James went to the place where he and his grandfather had spent happy times.

He fled to the woods.

He has been there six, long years.