User blog comment:Hybrid Shadow/The Prehistoric Games/@comment-7979962-20130125035520

Name: Jay Sonenclair

District: 8

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Height: 5'9"

Personality: Jay is quiet and prefers to keep to himself, making him more of a loner than a sociable person. After his mother's death a few years ago, he hasn't really gone far beyond the area around his house. The only reason he has to leave the comfort of his empty home is to go out and buy some food with the little money that he has. He's misunderstood and often gets angry over the smallest things, but if he trusts you enough, he'll return to his normal self, how he was before his story became twisted and dark; sweet, friendly, and understanding.

Appearance: Lunaii

Weapons: Knives, dagger

Backstory: Jay was born to Annalise and Darren Sonenclair on the outskirts of District 8. Ever since he was a little boy, Jay would often accompany his mother to the textiles factory and helping her out, shaping him into an expert with clothes and accessories. Before he felt a burning hatred towards the Capitol, he would tell his parents that he wanted to be a stylist when he grew up. Designing fashionable outfits for people appealed to him. One day, when Jay was 12 years old, some idiot somehow started a fire in the factory his mother was working in while he was at home sick, killing her. His father was so heartbroken and he thought the right way to get over his pain was to fall in love with someone else. He selfishly married a woman and decided that Jay was old enough to take care of himself.

Strengths: Quick, stealthy, smart, strong

Weaknesses: Can't swim, plant recognition, hand-to-hand

Fears: Rushing water (as in, the rivers with extremely fast currents) and fires (a fire being what killed his mother)

Interview Angle: Mysterious, kind, confident

Bloodbath Strategy: Grab a pack, maybe manage to pick up a weapon, and run straight for the forest, woods, beach, city, mountains, etc.

Game Strategy: Hide, steal supplies if any are left unguarded, and observe everything from a safe distance. Remain in the shadows, only killing others if they pose a threat.

Token: A black scarf with a scorched tip that his mother was in the middle of making before she died.