68TH VICTOR.

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brief description of benjamin pyrmont.  born in panem’s illustrious transportation district, six, a certain set of traits was inherited from the people around him. rebellion ran like blood through veins, though it was often sedated by capitol supplied morphling, and he found fight before he could comprehend the need for it. the second, less desirable trait, came in the form of the very drug pumping through the population, something picked up from his father, from those at the shop around him. everyone seemed to be high functioning addicts, or at least, a lot of the people he had the displeasure of knowing. for seventeen years, he was stuffed in a household with a bitter, angry father who cast wayward blame on his son for his wife’s demise during birth -- subjected to mental and physical abuse on the terms that he was home, and not working. in retrospect, so much time away from home taught him independence -- how to survive on his own, and more importantly, how to create and fix anything that ran.

at seventeen, his name was drawn from the glass encasement, and he was placed into the roster for the sixty-eighth games with a girl he’d grown up with. returning home seemed like a complete waste of time, and no ideas of survival were concocted -- not until twelve days into the games, when his district partner was killed by careers. his quiet oath, idle burden, to send her home paired with feverish withdraws that escalated a longstanding violent agenda, sent him on something of a blacked out war path. at the end of the fourteenth day, the games were over  ;  he’d cut through what gamemakers and other tributes could not reach, and he was crowned a victor.

sent home in a state of disdain, he found no comfort in the victor’s village. guilt was a heavy burden to heave around, after all. during the time between his victory and the up-rise of the girl on fire, he would become the mentor to another victor  ( kira )  and a favorite among a small handful of citizens with... odd taste. as the buzz around the girl on fire, the star-crossed lovers, only grew -- ben found himself settled in a seat of loathing. new victors becoming a face of an unspoken rebellion, he certainly had his doubts. he had no intention of trusting them with anything on the grounds that, “katniss would see any one of us out to save her little fake baker boyfriend, make no mistake.”

during the events of the quarter quell, ben managed to narrowly escape the carnage at the victor’s village by vanishing into grease worn streets. he was chalked off as dead when district six was heavily bombed, though it was just his father that perished in the fiery abyss. he was roped in by what little remained of the district’s resistance, and kept as a minuscule token -- something they kept that snow wanted. his stay eventually earned him a ticket out via hovercraft with a routine supply drop from thirteen, and back to the ghost of a district he traveled.

his stay wasn’t terribly extended, however, as he made the outward choice to join rebels on the front-lines during the capitol invasion on the grounds that he had always had the fight, and it was time to use it. 

he and his assigned squad manage to survive the minefield of traps laid out by gamemakers and partake in the final sweep that solidified the fall of the capitol. he votes yes at the victor’s table for a capitol-bound games after letting bitterness fuel his train of thought. he goes on to remain in said capitol, traveling back and forth between what used to be the districts and his new home as a head mechanic, consistently working to repair damaged lines and transport between districts.

my district was angry, we were always angry -- there’s been fight for decades nestled in the heart of every child born there, but that’s the problem. when you can’t   subdue   anger, when you can’t  make an example out of people  and fear monger, you have to take other routes, and sedation probably became the option that consumed much less time. you can’t beat the anger out of someone, so you use narcotics to compartmentalize and numb it. besides, it’s much more satisfying to watch someone  R O T  away than it is to just pull the trigger.                             ( INDIE ORIGINAL CHARACTER FOR THE HUNGER GAMES. REVAMPED. WRITTEN BY KATIE. )