Jett Pickman//District 7

[Jett]

Name: Jett
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

Jett is a tall,lean seventeen year old. He may appear somewhat slight, but years of cutting lumber has made him strong. He is as strong as a man who actually looks big. His eyes are a deep sapphire blue, and he has shaggy black hair. He always has a farmer's tan from being outside so much.

Personality:

Jett's a kind soul, but he doesn't show it most of the time. He is very kind to animals. He tries to not show emotions, and not let life get him down. He figures, why should he waste time on emotions? He'll most likely die before he's 30 anyway. He tells himself this, but he doesn't want to believe it. He loves life, the woods, his family. He just doesn't want to get his hopes up too high, because when that happens... then the Capitol takes your hopes away. He hates the Capitol and all it stands for. But he keeps it to himself, so sense in hurting everyone else he loves with his ideals.

History:

Jett was born to a family of four, himself, his parents, and his sister, Rose. They didn't have a lot of money, but they had enough that they were never hungry. Jett's father taught him how to cut lumber at a young age, they would skip schools some days to go out in the woods. When Jett was ten and his sister 17- engaged to be married- her name was called at the reaping. It was weeks before her 18th birthday... the Pickman family was strong in the face of the cameras... but when the reporters went home, they were a wreck. Jett's mother sunk into a deep depression, having to watch her daughter brutally killed by a Career after making it to the final 8. His father spent more and more time in the woods, leaving Jett at home to watch after his mother. Things went this way for years, until Jett's 17th birthday... his mother couldn't take the resemblance between him and Rose. She took her own life hours before his party. His father- now a hollow shell of a man- just buried himself in more work to get over his grief. Jett did the same, when he was cutting logs or in the mill things didn't seem so hopeless. He still hated the Capitol with everything in him though. It was their fault his sister and mother were gone, their fault his father cried at night-when he thought Jett was sleeping. He hated them and all they stood for. The death... the celebration of it.

Codeword: muttations
Comments/Other:

[Gorim]

Awesome history! Accepted!