Young 18 year old Indigenous man from district 2 with black clean curved hair and narrow clean cut orange eyes and black pupils and is looking straight he wears clothes like mysterious stranger from a strange land his face was completely covered in scars and draped in a fur cloak of wolf skin at first he carried no weapons and and spoke softly he was a man of the people and he was devoted to freeing mankind from the tyranny of wolves he claimed alone he could control the wolves and he alone can keep his allies safe if they choose to bow down and follow him but he was the only one to escape from cantankerous and dangerous sand coyotes he heard them howlin' up on the mountains that night at first he thought he was loco when he saw them dust devils materializing in the moonlight their red eyes like to burn a hole right through the other tributes soul and came screamin' off that ridge like a pack of ghosts he was noted for his tricky nature that he claimed was the coyote in him. An example of this was when he told his friends that they could not leave as they would reveal the existence of the city he guarded thus bringing more outsiders to defile it. They replied that they had their own secret thus proving that they could and would then demand to know whether their secret would be equal to his own but they refused to reveal it. This earned his respect and trust as he felt that if they parted with their secret then it meant that they could not be trusted with another, he won with his amazing ability to use swords in combat he was the only rebel winner along side his friends during his games he was rude and cocky and in the end he decided and from that dark day forth he promised that he'll never taunt or ever make fun of any person he meets.
