Name: Jacqueline Bryson (Jacqui for short. [Pronounced Jack-ee])
Age: 15
District: 9
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 60Kg
Physical Apperance:
Occupation: Grain Farmer/Part-Time Student (Gathers the crops and bundles them. Studying to take exams in Grain Development to join a team of scientists create genetically modified crops for higher crop yield)
Social Status: A middle class citizen. Has her own group of friends and an equal amount of enemies. One may say her social standing is that of a healthy girl to behold.
Talents: A few years in farming grain has given her the talent to harvest crops quickly and efficiently. Also, she's a dab hand at foraging, though she sometimes identifies plants and other crops wrongly.
Family: An only child, with her mother, Hayley, and her father, Michael, both working alongside her in the fields, harvesting grain for the Capitol.
Weaknesses: Though her physical appearance doesn't show it, Jacqueline is actually quite weak. On the fields, she can bundle the grain, but lifting it poses a serious challenge. This is mainly because she was born with arthritis in the majority of her joints, and this causes her wrists and ankles mainly to seize up and have her incapable of most feats. She struggles to bend (hence her inability to lift heavy items) and in wetter weather, always claims her arthritis is worse and generally is confined to to rest for the day (or at least until the wet weather subsides). She has been placed on a series of medication for the rest of her life, and without taking said medication, her arthritis may become worse as time progresses. Especially if she's not weaned off the drugs and has to stop sudden;y.
Personality: Despite her demeaning disease, Jacqui puts on a smile and struggles onward, giving off a strongly optimistic aura and almost spreading laughter wherever she goes. her wicked sense of humour lightens the mood on the darkest of days where there are little crops to harvest, and her company is widely welcomed within the District. However, inside her mind is an ongoing battle of frustration and annoyance. She hates being confined to her bed when her arthritis gets too bad, as she's the type you can hardly hold down from doing anything she feels she can do. Rarely, though suddenly more frequent, she will take her anger out on any who upset her in the slightest way. At first, she lost a few friends due to this, though her remaining group soon got used to the outburst and let it shoot right over their heads.
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Name: Tyson Maine
Age: 14
District: 9
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 60Kg
Physical Appearance:
Occupation: Grain Farmer (Stacks the gathered crop bundles and readies them for transport)
Social Status: As an orphan, people generally try to stay away from him although some take pity upon the boy. He is well known around the District, but for all the wrong reasons.
Talents: He has mastered the art of pickpocketing, after years of stealing small amounts of food or money from passers-by. He has also gathered a slight immunity to colder weather, having had to sleep in it many a time.
Family: Orphaned. His father died when a farming machine's handbrake failed to work and the machine ran him over. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him.
Disabilities: His years of solitude have left him friendless, though were he to need friends he'd hardly struggle to make some. He has a weakened immune system due to the years of living out in the cold, and simply catching a slight fever can send him barrelling towards Death's grasp.
Personality: He likes to think he has a good sense of humour, and the local bartenders occasionally agree, paying him to crack jokes to patrons earning the boy a little bit of gold on the side. Though often avoided by citizens, he has a certain sense of selflessness, and will place himself in harms way to help out fellow orphans. Many a time has he taken beatings from Peackeepers to protect younger, more needy orphans out on the street. He generally keeps himself to himself, so as to avoid trouble (unless he puts himself out for it), though he has a knack for finding it if ever he's caught with his hand in someone's pocket. This, however, is a rarity, as he has almost perfected the art of thieving.