Abel Evans

## Bio

Born in the bathroom of a tiny house, Abel was doted on by his young parents from the moment his first cry echoed throughout the thin walls. They weren’t planning on having children, they didn’t want to face the risk but it happened anyway. They embraced it, although they were secretly looking for a way out of the district, out of that life. His little sister followed shortly after and soon Abel’s father enlisted in the help of his brother, plotting an escape for years, neither wanting their children to reach the age of twelve before they ran.
Abel doesn’t remember his parents, although he keeps a faint picture of them in his pocket wherever he goes. They died in a tragic fire when he was just three. He was taken in by his aunt, whose husband succumbed to the same tragedy. The remains of their ambitious plans floating through the district. She had three children of her own, so although she did her best to care for Abel and Liz, he has always missed that parental figure in his life. They lived life day to day, eating little to nothing most of the time. One winter, one of his cousins, Jacob fell ill and all the food went to him to keep his strength up. That’s when Abel began to fend for himself. He was ten.

He had a feeling his name had been entered more times than his cousins, more than even his sister. He knew that the odds were not in his favour so to speak, so as soon as he was old enough to understand, he worked. He taught himself basic knife skills, hunting skills, survival skills. He watched men work, picking up different tactics. He also stole, food for the most part, but sometimes materials to make weapons and practiced. He was slight, but his arms and legs were strong for his age. The day his name was called out over the loud speaker - he smirked. Not because it was what he wanted, but because he knew it was bound happen. His aunt cried, but grasped her own children closer as he was escorted away.

Abel was petrified. He was fourteen, underweight and from district 9. He was almost a shoe in to be killed on the first day. He was going to give it his best shot anyway, after all, he wanted to survive. He did well in the interviews. The crowd enjoyed his childlike innocence, and his stylist did a wonderful job of showcasing his unusually sculptured face. He gained the nickname “babyface” and Caesar joked that if he did win, he’d have to chase off both women and men for the rest of his life. When the platforms rose into a prison like arena, Abel gulped and changed his plan. His original strategy was to hide in the trees and wait it out, but there were no trees here - nowhere to hide. He luckily escaped the first bloodbath, sticking behind his companion and grabbing a bag from the cornucopia. It contained some useful tools, a knife being the most which he hid under his clothing.

Due to the fact that he was younger than most, his body withstood the hourly shocks the game makers subjected them to better than the other tributes. He had more energy which helped him recover faster. The mutated dog that was tracking him was the weakest of the pack, probably because they weren’t expecting much from Abel, so he managed to outrun him until he had a good enough aim to throw a knife into the middle of it’s head. He cried when the dog died, which won him sponsorship, tugging at the heartstrings of the audience. The last test, ripping the key to freedom from another tributes arm was the hardest for him. He had actually become sort of an ally to Abel, saved him from an attack on the first day but had become weak and emotionally unstable. Abel sobbed, apologised, kissed his forehead as he sliced through the flesh of his arm and retrieved the key.

While the others were reeling with guilt and panic after footage of their families were released, Abel took advantage. He hid until there was only one left, and took the cowardly option of stabbing her in the back. The klaxon sounded and he was announced the victor. He breathed a sigh of relief before the tears started. They didn’t stop for months. Caesar was right about chasing off women and men, but Abel wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship for years after. He did his best to help the families of two tributes he had murdered, but they wanted nothing to do with him.

Abel lost touch with his aunt and cousins soon after he returned home. He sent them funds to upgrade their house, and enough food to last a lifetime so he knew they weren’t struggling anymore. He didn’t have any friends really, apart from his old stylist. He turned to alcohol for comfort, and partying, a lot of partying. Soon he was known as the wild child of Panem, had slept with half the population during his drunken escapades, but he never lost the public, they seemed to have a soft spot for “Babyface” after watching him cry over the loss of a mutated killer dog.

Abel will try his best to mentor the tributes from his district. He wants them to succeed, selfishly for the most part. He doesn’t want to experience any more death. Usually his tributes are weak from malnourishment and clueless to any kind of game plan. Abel tries to find their strength and helps them focus on that. He aims for that same surprise factor for anyone he mentors. He believes this is why he ended up a victor, and unfortunately for most tributes from 9, this is all they will have going for them.

Abel is a kind person. He likes to be nice, and people usually tend to like him because of this. He is always respectful of other mentors and tributes, although he does like to joke around which doesn’t always go down well. He does not change himself around others, so sometimes people can find him annoying and immature, but for the most part he is well liked.