Name: Holland Tarris

Gender: Male

Age: Seventeen

District: Thirteen

Rank: Thirteen

Physical Appearance: Holland, is anything but your natural bulky brute with muscles the size of boulders. Instead, he's tamed with a look that most would give him pity for. He's nothing out of the ordinary for coming from the district that homed nuclear weaponry. He has paled skin that still holds a ghastly chai, while his eyes are a crystallized celery. His hair, is one of the few things about him that is constantly ruffled and fluffed everywhere. With it's small curls, it tends to flop over his eyes and shielded him from the constant looks he would receive for smuggling foods from off the street carts.

Personality: With his tendencies to be quiet, not many would expect him to be as intelligent as he is. Not classified as shy, but rather careful. Times were getting worse and the tension had only just started to rise when it was finally coming to an end. No one could be trusted and he knew that just from the bleak expressions everyone wore as they moved mechanically throughout Panem. Holland was one to stick to himself, but don't be fooled, he's passionate for what he cares for. If for some reason a person he loved was injured or in harm, he'd be the first one to take control of the situation.

History: Holland doesn't know who his real parents were as they abandoned him at the steps of a school in the drink of dawn. It was a wonder that coyotes didn't come to feed on him, but the teacher of the time, Lillian didn't bother to question it and instead called it a miracle. In which she named him Holland, after the mythical land of the world before. Lillian took him in as one of her own and welcomed Holland to a home of four other boys and one girl who would all become his closest friends. Poorer than dirt, they struggled to get by with porridge and stale rice. The girls worked hard at trying to keep odd jobs but it eventually failed once Lillian fell deathly sick. After she passed, the family split and kept their distances.

Weapon of Choice: Although it tends to be a District Four thing, Holland loves spears.

Strengths: His ability to strive in the worst of conditions. There is nothing that he's not afraid of when it comes to climate or surroundings. Although he lacks training in weaponry, he makes up for it with his wits and street smarts. There's no point in fighting a battle that can't be won, so don't fight it, attack.

Weaknesses: Anything that has to do with blood or gore makes gives Holland nausea at the sight. Something he's tried years to get over but just doesn't budge. Along with that, anything that had to do with far range distance with weapons. He has absolutely no aim and it's a wonder why he hasn't broken a leg from being so uncoordinated when walking.

Token: The tattoo of a rose he had inked underneath his rib cage to remind him that sometimes the things that look serene are ultimately the most fatal.

Their Deepest Secret: Holland can't stand to feel lost. Being in control is something that has kept him sane all these years, and if the circumstances changed that, he'd have no idea were he'd be.