Samuel Copperton

This tribute belongs to iBlurr. Don't use without his permission.

Name: Samuel Copperton

Age: 17

District: 2

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): Although he is best with an axe, he could also manage with a sword or a scythe.

Appearance: 6' 2", muscular, auburn hair, blue eyes.

Personality: He is cruel, ruthless, mean, and cold, though he does have a soft side. When you get to his soft side, he is nice, caring, and loyal.

Strengths: He is strong, a good fighter, and is pretty smart. He is also funny and convincing.

Weaknesses: Samuel cannot climb at all, he doesn't think before he acts, he can't swim, and he's slow.

Fear: Hydrophobia, or the fear of water, as he cannot swim, and the fact that he was nearly killed underwater; acrophobia, or the fear of heights and falling, as he can't climb down to safety, and fears he will fall to his death.

Backstory: I grew up in The Capitol to a wealthy family. I had a brother, two sisters, a mom and a dad. One day, when I was 8 years old, I woke up to see my older sister and her boyfriend hovering over me with evil looks on their faces. "We've already sold mom and dad to the Capitol. James, dead. Lucy, dead. You're next, Samuel." I tried to yell for help, but I couldn't get myself to do it.

Next thing I knew, I was stuck in an underwater tank with the rest of my family, all dead. I struggled to breathe, and banged on the walls. It was no use. Finally, when I was about to die, I saw a tiny crack, and kicked it as hard as I could. the tank burst open, and I laid there, barely alive, on the side of the road.

I was there, until I built up the strength to stand up. I started walking, at a slow but steady pace, where I saw a building. I started towards the building, and when I got close enough, I saw that it was called "Mrs. Harrington's Home for Underprivileged Boys". I burst through the doors, and collapsed. When I woke up, I was in a bed, on life support. I said "Wh-wh-where am I?" "He's awake!" said a deep voice. A heavyset woman with a kind smile on her face walked in and said, "You're in District 2, Sweetie."

I stayed in this home for a year, when a family adopted me. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. They were kind, loving, and had one other child. I went to the Training Center daily, and over time I made some friends, and got pretty good with a couple types of weapons.