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District Twelve Male: Ren Kishan

"I always  love to see a new tribute join us... We never know what they'll be like,  or what they've got up their sleeves." -Filius Ravenscar

Name: Ren Kishan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

District: 12

Physical Description:  black hair, just long enough to fall in his eyes, cobalt blue eyes,  tanned skin, muscular, but not buff, skinny, and tall

Personality: Fighter.  Mentally strong. He knows he's good looking, but doesn't let that  control him. He doesn't use it to get girls, or get what he wants. He's a  hard worker, and loves to read. He's super smart, in AP Physics, AP  English, AP Calculus, and AP History.

Craft: Usually prefers a bow and arrow, or a gada.

Skills: He's trained in  football his entire life, so balance is good, hand eye coordination is  good, and he's been hunting with his father with bow and arrows

Weapon of choice: Bow and Arrows

Token: His mother's blue topaz ring he's had on a double helix rope around his neck since she died

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Ren Kishan: District Thirteen

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"Ren!"

"Hmm?" I ask, rolling over, shoving the pillow over my head.

"Ren, come on! Get up, today's the reaping!"

"Lucy Aurora Bell Kishan. How can you be excited for this?" I ask my infuriating little sister.

"Come on Ren, it's  either be excited, or be scared to dead. I chose to be happy about it!"  She's 12, and today is her first reaping. I throw my legs over the side  of the bed, and study her. She's wearing a white dress that Kally had  made for Summer about six years ago. Her hair is down in long, blonde  curls. On the chair beside my bed is a pair of black pants, socks,  shoes, and a white shirt. Kally had really outdone herself this year,  since she makes all of our clothes.

"Lucy, GET OUT!" I turn  her around and shove her out of my room. Yes, we are a little rich, we  have a four room house. Kitchen and living room, one room, at the front,  parents' bedroom at the back, and boys and girls rooms on the sides. I  find that my brother little brother Cody, and my older brother Caleb had  already showered and dressed. I stagger into the bathroom, shower, dry  off, get dressed, comb my hair.

"Ren! Come on, breakfast  is waiting! It's gonna be cold by the time you get here, we need to be  in the square in about 10 minutes!" That's Kally, yelling down the hall,  as usual.

I grab my book I fell asleep reading last night, and continue to read, walking down the hall and at the table.

The book disappears. "Look Kally! I'm Ren," Caleb says, pretending to read the book.

"Give it back Caleb."

"Hand it here!" that's  Cody. He stands from the table, book in hand, and walks over to the fire  place. "What do you think he'd do if I threw it in the fire?"

"Mama, Cody and Caleb are bothering Ren again!" this time it's Lucy, my favorite sibling.

"Lucy, quit being a  tattle tail. Caleb shut up and eat, Cody, give Ren the book back."  That's Summer, my oldest sibling. Like Lucy, she too is dressed in  white, but her black hair is in a high pony tail with a white ribbon  tied around it.

"Everyone, settle down. I  know today is a weird day , but everyone needs to be on their best  behavior." Kally. She's my fathers new wife. They married six years ago,  hence, why Lucy calls her Mama. I'm not a huge fan of her, mainly  because I was the only one who was super close to our mom. I keep her  ring around my neck at all times.

Outside the square bell  tolls, telling us that we need to be in the square in five minutes. The  five of us kids rush out of the house, and get ourselves positioned in  the square, Summer on the sidelines for the first time.

Kally and father are  right behind us. I'm scared for today's reaping, because of Lucy, she  hasn't had any training what so ever, and her name is in that glass  bowl. I look at Father and memories flood black.

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I'm sitting in the  meadow six years ago with father and mother. They had taken me hunting,  only me because it was my birthday. Mama had walked off about a half  hour ago, looking for wild berries, as usual. Rustling came from a bush  behind us. Dad jolted up, positioned the bow with a knocked arrow, and  let it fly. It went through the bush, and hit what was on the other  side.

"Sebastion! Why did you shoot?"

"Bell? Oh my sweet Bell, I'm sooooo sorry!" my father cried. We rushed over to her side, the arrow went through her heart.

"Ren, take this," she  handed me her ring, "Wear it, never take it off. A double helix will  make it lucky," she closed my hand around it, before she said, "I love  you both." Her eyes fluttered closed, and her body went limp. My father,  had just killed my mother.

"FATHER! WHY?! I had run  off into the woods, and didn't come back for weeks. When I finally came  back, father had married, and I have never said more than I needed to  him. That was six years ago, that's when I started reading, that's when  my life was flipped upside down.

"Ladies first!" the  announcers says, I had zoned out through the rest of the boring mumbo  jumbo. "Cobalt Jennings!" my heart dropped as my best friend, leaped on  stage. Nobody volunteered for her.

"Next, gentlemen!" the  pale white hand sings into the glass bowl. My name is in there more than  I want it to be. The hand snatches a paper, and brings it out slowly.  "Ren Kishan!" I greet the same fate as Cobalt, not a word, not a sound,  not a breath, silence.

I cling to my mothers'  ring, strung on a double helix rope. Somehow, I think is what she meant  when she said it would bring me luck.