William Winge :||: D13 :||: CB/FIN

Born and raised in District 13, William—not Willy or Bill or some other nickname—was always one to adhere to rules and structure. A schedule was set for him and there was little reason for him to diverge from what was given. He was the elder of two, the one who was expected to be a good role model for his younger sister, and it came naturally to him. He was protective of her, their family, and anyone he pledged allegiance to, including his district. Nothing was off script when it came to William, no move unplanned.

He was recruited in his early 20s, gaining a quick reputation of being knowledgeable but quiet, and content with being surrounded by papers and papers of information obtained from people far more adventurous than he. He was also well-known for having an unapologetic and blunt tongue. There were no half-truths, no truths by omission, nor any other loophole nonsense; it was prudent for them to be truthful in an untruthful environment. He lacked the ability to be quick on his feet, to think on the spot. He much preferred to fall back on knowledge that had been catalogued, experiences locked into his memory. As a field operative, he was a disaster. There was no debate: his place would always be in district 13.