




Name: Loren Modicum Pellet
Nicknames: Lor
Age:18
Sexuality:Straight
Birthday:September 1st
District: 9 - Grain
Weapon of choice: Shield - Lor has been practicing with a shield for the better part of his life, as an offense and a defense.
Talent: Shield (Lor feels it's a talent to use a shield for more than it's perceived use.)
Weaknesses: Not impulsive at all, Lor likes to figure things out from all angles before moving ahead. This inability to make split-second decisions could be the 2 seconds between life and death.
Hobbies: Lor enjoys hard labor. Having grown up on a farm he's used to it and he enjoys being tired at the end of a long day. He adores the outdoors, you can always find him under a tree with his journal. He enjoys problem solving as well, and math. He did a lot of the book-keeping for his parents on their farm. Lor adores writing and reading. He is also an avid singer and knows many songs from out on the farm, the ones that pass the time as you're cutting the wheat.
Likes:
~The Rain
~Scales
~Being Fair/Fair People
~Ice Cream
~Journaling
~Logic
~Singing (his and other's)
~Hard Labor
~Tea
Dislikes:
~Impulsiveness
~Wastefulness
~Heat
~Loud Noises
~Peacekeepers
~The Hunger Games
~The Laws of Panem
Fears: Lor is terrified of owls. It's illogical, he's aware, but he has a paralyzing fear of them.
Token: His antique journal, one in a collection of identical journals that have been with the men of his family for generations. His is only a quarter full, as he started a new one just recently. He always keeps it tucked into his pants, under his shirt, over his left hip.
Personality: Lor is a very intellectual individual. He enjoys number and logic and approaches every issue as if it were a math problem with an answer that can be found through simple reasoning. He is by no means a slow thinker. Quite the opposite, his mind moves a mile a minute, he just takes time to see every angle and make a decision based on the best possible route of action. Lor is an observer, and enjoys watching the reactions/actions of people and places around him. He kills time by delving into the deep recesses of his mind via his journal, causing him to be a rather mature and intelligent human being. He knows who he is and sees himself through eyes that have done years of soul-searching, he cannot be shaken. He's loving, sweet, and cares deeply for his family and close friends. He is friendly, and approachable, and occasionally does the approaching himself. A likable person, he doesn't tend to rub people the wrong way because he knows when to keep his mouth shut and what to say if he's speaking. He's very charming and witty, tending to draw people in with his intelligence and humor. He is quirky in his own way, loveable, very loyal and extremely trustworthy, people feel comfortable and safe around him.
Lor hates the government and everything about it. While he keeps it to himself, he journals about it often. More on that in his history. He finds The Hunger Games to be a joke, a despicable way to keep the districts in tow. Along with his father, Lor is completely positive that The Games will backfire on the idiot Capitol and lives for the day it does so. His views on The Capitol, Peacekeepers, and The Games he keeps to himself though, in his journal. He knows better than to share them with anyone ever. Even his family. The only person he ever shared his thoughts aloud with were Jot, who is in Lor's History, below.
History: Lor grew up on one of the many wheat farms of District 9, born to Silo and Sandy Pellet. Not too poor, but not necessarily well-off, Lor was never in any fear of having to cast his name into the Reaping for Tessera. The Pellet's had plenty to get by on. Lor started working on the farm with his father when he was 8, at the same age his brothers did. He has two older brothers and one younger one. Mentally having to age quickly, Lor set to work with determination and drive. While he was out in the fields, Silo took notice of how hard Lor set to work, and decided that the family journals would be passed on to him. The other boys had varying personalities, but on a whole were much less intellectual and serious. On Lor's 12th birthday, the first year he was eligible for The Games, his father pulled him aside and handed him a blank journal that looked like the ones he'd seen his father writing in daily over the years. Silo explained that the journal was one in a series of journals that had been made for his family years ago. This one was blank, as were many journals after it, but Silo wanted to have an account of his world after The Games had hit. Having been alive for the revolution and having seen the very first Hunger Games, he wanted people to know the labors of humanity. Silo was convinced that the Games wouldn't last forever, they were too deplorable to do so.
Silo created in Lor a strong hatred for The Hunger Games, because Silo's brother and father had died in the Uprising. Silo had somehow escaped the carnage, but in his own way still fought back. The Pellet family chose to only sell grain to bakers they trusted and cared about, even though they had exemplary grain and were pursued by many different bakeries around Panem. Lor knew that his family fought back against the somewhat newly-formed Capitol quietly, and was bright enough to keep it a secret at school. He made a few close friends though, in people who also didn't like the Games or the Laws of Panem. Jot Lolly had been one such friend. An outgoing, talkative, friendly, and otherwise charming human, Jot had been speaking out against the Capitol quietly and in the back of classrooms for years. The Pellet's and Lolly's had apparently been strong forerunners in the Uprising that had caused the Hunger Games, so it made sense to Lor that he was immediately attracted to Jot's friendship. They began their close brotherly friendship almost immediately and grew close swiftly. Steering clear of Peacekeepers, they would hold secret meetings and debate ways to overthrow the government once they were old enough to do so.
Every year Lor would go to the Reaping half-expecting to be chosen. He never wanted to be chosen, knowing that he was too "in his head" to be of any use in a fight to the death, but half aware that it would be "just his luck." Not one to show much facial expression, he was utterly shocked when his best friend was chosen at 14 for the games. Lor had watched as Jot, the boy that Lor had grown into his own and learned much about himself with, his childhood friend and brother, had been slain almost immediately at the Cornucopia that year. This one event had solidified Lor's hatred of the Capitol and all that it imposed on its "subjects." He writes about his hatred mostly, keeping his journal very safe and on his person at all times, hoping that someday his children and grand-children will read his journals and find strength in them, determination. His will to survive is strong because he wants to be able to continue what his family was a part of: an uprising. He wants the Capitol to burn and for things to go back to the way they were in the early journals of his family, when colors were in every district, when there was democracy and freedom. The journals of his ancestors seem idealistic, but they are hand-written by the family he is so very loyal too. Lor knows that someday, in some way, Panem will regain it's freedom.
Your reaction to being chosen for the Hunger Games: Expression. Well, alright then. Lor hadn't seen it coming, but wasn't surprised when his name was called. He just took the blow and headed to the platform, smiling for the cameras. He doesn't feel one way or the other about the Quarter Quell. He just sees it as an opportunity. If he can get to know each of them well enough he'll be able to plan ahead, see his courses of action and reaction. Knowing that he's a logical, "see every angle, then make a decision" kind of person, he can only see the 9 months as time to spend getting to know the weaknesses and strengths of each opponent. He knows what he has to do to get back to his beloved family. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, after all.
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