Tristen Tore

Personality/Backstory: Tristen Tore was one of the youngest to win his games at 12 years old, he pulverised his fellow careers with his mighty sword-fighting skills and straight throwing. He was one just a puny boy in District 4, untill he decided to train for the games. Every day when he got back from school he'd push himself to the limit physically, and mentally. He sat an balanced on long, thin sticks until he could balance straight. He punched hard sacks of flour till he was able to punch rocks without flinching. When a puny boy was chosen with weak arms he volenteered straight away. He had a 15 year old sister who ccomitted suicide blaming Tristen for it. Ever since he's either gave in weaping over the weight that it was his fault, or unleashing his anger with weapons and fists against mountains in denial of the accusation. Even ow in the Cpito after all his mental training you can just make out a tear run down his eye, as you can never get rid of the fact your own sister blamed you for her death.

In the games: The camera widened on Tristen, he was seakig up on his fellow career cautiously machete in hand. With a quick turn of the soldier it didn't take her long to realise Tristen was about to kill her, she tried her best to defend with her katana, it wasn't enouggh to defeat Tristens might sword fighting skills, He lept forward taking a quick slash to her throat, as she collapsed on her knees, neck swolen with blood. I muttering why came from her mouth as she fell from her knees onto thecold, moist mossy rocks staring tristen in the eye. She muttered a grim "Why" you could hear the pain in her voice. Tristen only replied with. "Theirs only one winner my fellow tribute, and thats me..." he said smiling at her. She wasn't holding on the grasp in her hand was loosening. "Let me put you out of your misery." He Said. A spear peirced her heart as she exhaled her last breath.