Chesire Gold | District 13| CB | FIN

Maybe he doesn’t deserve to have a life that is fulfilling. He was young, or at least told that countless times. He could find a way to live up to his families wishes, throw himself into the games and maybe even win them.

That didn’t last forever, because he never really found interest in training, or being good at the art of killing.

He always loved to sing instead.

Sometimes you would find him on the streets busking for no reason other than he liked to put on a show. He would skip career training more than he liked to admit, and sometimes his family would find him. His sister would always cover for him when she could, but it never worked out that way all the time.

His parents through him out as soon as he aged out of the reaping. He became known as a the boy with a golden voice but a black past. They broke his heart because he broke theirs.

He ran and he didn’t look back.

He found himself so far from home, but he didn’t care. He was now the hero on his own story, and he would do everything he could to make his own path in life.

That’s when he stumbled onto the remains of District 13.

He didn’t know what to say, but he found a way to assimilate quickly into the district, something that they took notice of and grew rather fond of. His easy going attitude would probably be the death of him, but they would cross that bridge when they go there. For now, he was useful. He could easily turn heads as he sang around the district for nothing more than attention.

They would use him kindly.