Name: Quinn Brooks

Age: 17

Gender: Male

District: 8

Appearance: Quinn has how you say a rugged appearance. His hair, a silverish tint mixed with speck of red, black, and gold, is usually kept in a messy mop atop his head full of dirt and twigs picked up from his many nights sleeping on the cold forest floors of district eleven's forests. His eyes are a crystal blue similar to the large refreshing streams he collects his thirst quenching water from day by day. With a build quite meager, only rising to 5'6, very little muscle is evident on him. His skin has remained pale to the point of being almost transparent. Also running across his left hand is a large scar received from putting his hand on a hot stove when he was a child.

Personality: Quinn is schizophrenic. His personality is as volatile as the volcanos lining the ring of fire. On a good day Quinn appears as a dreamer, always having conversations with the voices in his head and the aspirations appearing from his tortured mind. Antisocial and reserved he stays away from other humans only finding association with actually living things in the animals he's grown accustomed to living in harmony with. On a bad day Quinn's mental state may deteriorate even further, leading to heated arguments between him and his voices which can often cause unintentional harm to himself and others. Around others in this state he comes off like a demon has taken over him. He may appear evil and cold-hearted or explosively violent.

Backstory: Quinn was born to a large family in the poorest part of district eight, With seven siblings his senior, his father and mother worked tirelessly to support them. When Quinn came along his mother had become a drug addict dying from an overdose mere weeks later. Taking on the sole responsibility of eight children his father worked himself to the bone until a mysterious sickness took his life when Quinn was not more than six months. The district orphanage soon took on guardianship of the children and that is where Quinn spent the early years of his life. The workers at the orphanage quickly became disturbed over the wild and sometimes violent antics of the young child who on many different occasions appeared like a son of Satan. After two years of hospital visits and therapists the four year old was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The workers spent the next year attempting to help the young child and curb his unsettling behavior but the child only became worse. They continued to deal with him until he reached the age of eight; most of his siblings being adopted by wanting parents while he remained. That year an incident occurred with Quinn attacking and brutally stabbing a young girl with a fork during lunch. After this the orphanage sent him away and he went to live in the forest making bows and arrows out of wood, string, and stray pieces of metal littering the forest. Killing animals for food and drinking water became his routine only coming into the real world for the once-a-year reaping all children were required to attend once reaching the age of twelve.

Strengths: Living in the forest most of his life has taught him valuable hunting and survival skills. Also the enormous amount of isolation he's experienced because of his schizophrenia in later years has left him very comfortable being alone for long periods of time. Also when in his volatile episodes killing people or being incredible reckless comes easy to him.

Weakness: His schizophrenia leave him incredibly antisocial, unconscious of his surroundings, and violent. These qualities make it incredibly difficult to receive sponsors or form alliances.

Weapons: Traps, bow and arrows

Token: A bandana of his father's his brother gave him before said brother was adopted.

Wattpad username: Love_8_6_16

Time Zone: Pacific Standard Time

GAMEMAKER REACTIONS

Someone from behind dropped a folder upon Tris's desk. With one last quick glance at her computer Tris turns her attention towards the file. Rolling her eyes she picks it up and study's it.

"Who's his?" She flips a page over.

"Quinn Brooks, District 8 male. I just called Artemis and he said he'd be here in a minute. I finished my work early and when this arrived and none of you showed up to pick the files up I got them for you." Annabeth plops down in the nearest seat, waving to Artemis Fowl who walks in, straightening his tie.

"So Annabeth, I heard another tribute was in town. District 8 male?" Holding his copy, he briefly flips through the pages, studying it for a few seconds before looking up. "If neither of you are going to start, then I shall begin. I can already tell, this is a unique child. With his special background and living situations, I know how they can affect the way he interprets things. Now, I do not know him well, so I will hold back on my opinions for now. But whether that different brain of his will help in the Hunger Games or not will only be told with time."

"Well... Quinn is a lot different mentally than what the other tributes are. He's like one of those outliers on a graph. he's not what you expected, yet because he showed up the whole balance of this year's games is greatly affected. Now he's not the most charming person of the bunch, but I like how Quinn used the resources he had to survive in District 8. Even if they were scarce." Tris adds in her own opinion.

"I think it was amazing, how Quinn survived with the resources he had. Which is a really great skill to contain, especially within these Games." Annabeth starts. "But I feel like with his lack of communication with other people it can really hurt him. Which lowers my opinion of him quite a bit. Like Artemis, that's all I can say right now. Will my thoughts on him change? We'll see during evaluation time."