Smith Brick

## Bio

*Smith Brick (he/him). District Two Tribute. 21. Charlie Gillespie.*

*tw: violence*

Smith Brick is the son of two snobby motherfuckers with more money than they know what to do with. The ever-troublesome middle child, lovingly referred to as “Smit-head” around Two, is nothing like his brothers. Sure, there’s the legacy their father had drilled into their heads to contend with, but Smith has a way of forging his own path. Why should he care about two people who only ever saw their children as a cash grab? The three brothers were made trophies before they were ever even considered kids. Despite how different they all were to one another, the love and care between the three of them was enough to get Smith through… no matter how fucking corny that seemed.

If it were up to him, he would have never stepped foot in the Academy. It wasn’t really his choice through, was it? Smith struggled for years with endless assignments and lessons when all he wanted to do was be anywhere else. Where Miller excelled in training courses, Smith was busy getting into fist-fights with other Careers. Where Mason excelled in lessons, Smith fooled around in detention. It was a miracle he wasn’t kicked out on his grades alone, much less the headaches he caused.

That wasn’t to say that Smith wasn’t a gifted fighter himself — he just lacked the discipline and follow-through as a Career. Training was pointless when violence seemed inherent in the Brick bloodline.

When he wasn’t at the Academy, he was up to God-knows-what around District Two. Whether it was pissing off his family or running around with his friends, Smith was causing damage one way or another. Say what you will, Smith Brick would never be a follower. Life’s more fun when you’re breaking some rules along the way.

It didn’t seem to matter what he did anyways. Smith is an afterthought. Miller, the heir apparent to the family business, won his Games and cemented their name in Two’s line of Victors. Naturally, Smith was next to volunteer.

That wasn’t fucking happening.

Realizing that he could never gain his parents’ approval, he abandoned the idea of joining the Games soon after. Smith was barely attending the Academy as it was—blowing off classes to do fuck all. Never mind that the Games turned his older brother into a monster and his younger afraid to even speak out against their family. And, sure, they might have left him in Two to rub shoulders with Capitolites but it wasn’t like he was jumping at the chance to join them. Whether it was his long rap sheet or his downright refusal to do it, Smith was going to cut their legacy short. What did it matter that he disappointed his father one last time by refusing to volunteer?

Little did he know that their father was going to push Mason into the fire instead.

Smith carried the guilt with him, ashamed that he couldn’t keep his brother out of the fray. That maybe if he could suck it up and volunteered like he was supposed to, he might have been able to save his brother from doing what he couldn’t. All in all, you couldn’t really blame him for what he did that night before the reaping. He doesn’t even remember how many bottles he drank, alright? Smith wasn’t even sure that it was him and his friends that broke into the Academy. Besides, the fire wasn’t even that big—it wasn’t like anyone got hurt.

He does remember how Peacekeepers hauled his ass out and locked him up for hours. He does remember how they beat him black and blue and that he could barely feel his limbs by the time they stopped. How his father finally showed and how he begged him for help. He left Smith there, barely sparing a glance at his son as he walked away.

And when they dragged him to the town square for the reaping, Smith would remember the angry look on their faces when he raised his hand to volunteer alongside Mason.

Smith is as bad a Career as they come: one out for blood for the sake of blood with no regard for strategy or code. In fact, most aren’t surprised if Smith is found starting a fight or two. His title as the middle child means that he tries harder than he should to get attention and it comes at the cost of coming off as an asshole. With a nickname like “Smit-head”, it’s obvious that his personality is often at the highest possible volume. The only time you’ll catch him at a sensitive moment is at the mention of his brothers. He even brought a ring he stole from his father as a reminder of why he volunteered in the first place. Smith has a rather outgoing and playful nature, though his attitude is quick to turn if things don’t go in his favour. As a tribute, Smith Brick is out to play the Hunger Games his own way.

**Three strengths and three weaknesses:**

* Aggressive, chaotic, antagonistic
* Competitive, proud, extroverted

*PENNED BY: JAN*