Quinn Shields

Quinn Shields is a tribute from District 14 in the Hunger Games

Tribute Profile
Name: Quinn Shields

Age: 17

District: 14

Personality: Quinn is outgoing and spunky, but has a demenour to kill if needed.

Weapons: Quinn is most proficient with using a crossbow or a flail in the games. She can use a mace if necessary.

Strengths: Quinn has extreme stealth and is quite strong and can calm down muttations.

Weaknesses: Quinn can't climb trees all that well and is a bad swimmer. She also can turn too violent at times.

Alliance: Anti-Career

Interview: Be outgoing and convince people for sponsors.

Bloodbath: Grab a weapon and a pack before finding her alliance.

Games: Stick with her alliance

Backstory
(Told in First Person)

I was born in District 14 on a snowy day. My family life was pretty great; we had all the neccessceties we needed and we had a happy life. That is, until my sister had died in the Hunger Games, but before she died, she revealed how her parents abused her and me. So, as a result, Peacekeepers came storming into our house, looking for our parents. Instead, all they found was me. And they thought it was good enough.

I was captured and taken to the Capitol to plead not guilty for a crime that I had no knowledge in doing. The Capitol assumed that since I was in the faily, I must have abused her as well. My sister and I loved each other to bits, why would they think that? But, I was captured at the age of nine and held in prison until I was sixteen. Well, that's when I had enough of the place and I didn't feel the need to keep paying a price that I was unaware of.

So, when I escaped, the Capitol went nuts, obviously. I was declared an outlaw across Panem and they wanted me back so that they could kill me. Well, I went back to District 14 and hid out in an abandoned attack in town, where I prayed that no one would find me. I stayed there for around a month, but in that month, I thought of things diffrently. I wanted the Capitol to fall, and I never wanted them to rule again.

So, on the reaping day when I turned seventeen, I decided to volunteer. I wanted my revenge. So when I volunteered, the flamethrower we had for entertainment spontaniously combusted. I walked up to the stage, smiling, planning to exact my revenge on the beloved Capitol and make them pay.