he's something special, so lets meet him. "hello there. how are you doing? thats good. oh, sorry getting off topic. my name is justin ray carter. my mother thought of my first name after her father, better known as my grandfather before he died. my mother then told me that he died on the same day i was born, which was both upsetting and joyful at the same time. my middle name was thought of by my father, with his name being ray as well. then of course my last name being my fathers. i am a male of district seven, home of the lumberjacks, carpenters, and furniture builders for the other districts and for the capital. i am seventeen years old, born on july fifteenth. in my family, there are a total of four including me. my mother, my father, my little brother and myself included. yep, thats the carter family."
he's got the look, so lets explore him. "appearence time. i am six foot two at the moment, but my doctor said i will grow to be an inch taller later in my life. my hair is extremely thick, short and brown. its a little darker then my mothers and little brothers, but it has a bit of blonde in it at the top but no one notices it. i am the size of a straw, very slim from getting used to not eating for a while. we're not the richest district or the poorest district, but we are pretty different for everyone else. i usually wear brown shorts with a black shirt everyday. it gets kind of boring after a while, but you get used to it. of course at the ceremony where they draw names for the hunger games, i wear a light blue cotton shirt with blue shorts. i guess its a tradition of everyone wearing blue on the day of the drawing. my eye colour is dark brown, close to chocolate brown. i remember whenever my eyes weren't the best in shape. my mother had to get eye drop medication or let me be blind, which was upsetting. we lost a ton of money that way finding the correct medication to use. well, thats it i think."
he's got a creative past, so lets discover it. "my past is a little shorter then others. nothing much happened. well, whenever my grandfather died on my birthday, i could still remember hearing my mother crying in the hospital after hearing the news. it was a very sad and joyful day at the same time. maybe because of him dying of coldness. thats whenever i was twelve, my father taught me how to use a axe on a tree, cutting wood for our family so we wouldn't freeze and for the captial of course. i really disliked how the captial has been calling us tree choppers whenever we're much more stronger and powerful in our own way then them. they need to leave us alone and think about the hunger games besides us. we're the least of their worries by now."
he's got a hard job, so lets learn it. "i am apart of district seven, home of the lumberjacks, carpenters, and furniture builders for the other districts and for the capital. my job is to chop down trees for my family and the capital. i wish i could be a carpenter, but i kind of got stuck with a lumberjack. one of my close friends has the job of a furniture builders, wishing he could be a lumberjack to make a fire for his family, but the capital didn't allow him. besides cutting down trees, my main weapon i would use in the hunger games would be a knife. my father taught me a lot of tricks with a knife to survive in a inviorment like what there was going to be in the hunger games this year. i am a strong climber and runner, but extremely weak at offence and hunting."
he's got a heart, so lets hear it. "i don't feel that comfortable answering this question, but i like a girl who is kind, beautiful, and caring. most of the girls i meet are self centered and flirty, which i don't really enjoy about girlhood. although theres nothing wrong with a little flirt. i am one who doesn't flirt right off the bat like other boys. bumping into other people and saying my name and adding that i'm single doesn't cut it. sometimes, i'd like a girl who would be strong and brave during the hunger games if they were ever in it, yet someone who likes to cuddle and make a homemade meal every once in a while."
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