Ren Ophio

## Bio

*Ren Ophio (any pronouns). District Seven Tribute. Eighteen. Bella Ramsey.*

Ren grew up in a large, loving household, smack dab in the middle of a group of eight siblings. The Ophios were the proud owners of *two* of the mills inside district Seven. In addition to the mills, they owned a family store that sold different whittled trinkets which often only sold to the Capitol in droves. Because of the business, everything was a family affair; every meal was usually together, marking the very few moments people weren’t away at work. Ren easily clung to her mother from a young age – she taught Ren about craftmanship and how to appreciate when you could just sit down and breathe; listen to the sounds of nature and have a nice cup of coffee.

  But Ren liked the idea of the quiet. The sounds of industrial work and sawdust didn’t overwhelm her senses, making her on edge. However, she was lucky and rarely was Ren actually expected to work in the mills – she was infinitely smaller than the rest of her siblings, not strong enough to *really* help out. Instead, he was able to sit by a warm fire with her mother and where they’d be able to just *sit* and whittle away for their commissions where Ren felt like they were safe. Carefully etching away to make little figurines for people who had more money than she could imagine was preferred to the mill. But Ren didn’t like to think of it that way, Ren liked to imagine she was making it for a friend. The art was something so near and dear to him and they wanted to share it with, not only Seven, but the entirety of Panem. Trinkets made life better, didn’t they? Not everything needed to be important or have meaning – some things could just be nice to look at.

  Being the smallest and weakest of her siblings did have its disadvantages, he found herself often being spoken over and pushed around. At some point, Ren just accepted it as a loss; why would anyone wanna hear what they had to say anyway?

The Games felt icky. If Ren had to describe it any other way she’d feel it was inappropriate. The entire thing made her skin break out in hives and blood rushed to his ears. Just ­– just – so nerve-wracking, wasn’t it? The suspense of waiting for the Games and figuring out what an arena was always made their stomach turn. Why did people celebrate such violence? It all seemed like a silly way to really make a point any way you sliced it. What did people learn by sensationalizing death other than the death of others was…cool? Ren didn’t think it was cool, he thought it was…sad.

  Ren has so much they want to share with the world! They love so, *so* hard to the point it might as well explode out of their body because how could someone so small fit so much inside? Ren keeps it all quiet, though, finding it so hard to speak to others just knowing someone is likely going to speak for him or over him. When she does get to speak, it always feels like she’s sharing a secret or that they’re maybe talking too much; Ren can’t exactly tell, but he hopes he makes up for it with as much enthusiasm as possible.

* What is their district token?

  The smallest nesting doll from a set that Ren and their mom worked on together.

+ Adaptable, Creative, Loving

– Cowardly, Quiet, Defeatist