Peeta: Artist
His family was more financially stable the most in District 12, but that didn't mean he had a easy life. Sure he was popular at school and well like by most of his peers, but his home life left something to be desired. He was the youngest of three brothers and was often picked on because of it.
However that paled in comparison to his mother, a bad tempered woman how insisted on screaming whenever she felt the need to. He had heard the Seam children call her "the witch" and was inclined to agree with them. The woman was a horror really, she had once smacked him for 'accedentlly' burning bread. She yelled, no screamed, at starving children who went through her garbage trying to find something to eat. One was a girl who had just lost her father in a mining accident, that was the bread burning incident, it had been worth it see the hope in that girls face.
When he and that girl had been reaped for the Hunger Games his mother had admitted that she was a fighter, but said nothing to reassure her own son. His father on the other hand, hugged him and wished him luck, the baker had always been a gentle man and it hurt him deeply to say goodbye to his son for possibly the last time. He didn't expect to make it back, to win, but when he did he was not alone. She came back with him, the girl who he loved but she didn't love him back. It was painful when he realized it and part of him was mad at her and even madder then himself for believing it.
The they were reaped again and the rebellion started, he had been tortured by the Capitol. The worst part was after he had started to recover and remembered that he had hurt his love, he had tried to kill her. Somehow she had forgiven him for all the pain he had caused her, the physical pain, the harsh words, and the blame that he had piled on her. She was his beauty in this wicked world that was full of ugly things. He felt the same hope that had filled her eyes years ago when he had thrown her the bread in the rain, but she had lost it.
That was why he painted, he wanted to make something beautiful that she could see to remember that there were beautiful things left in this world. Trying to bring back the light in her eyes, that had been lost for so long. Slowly they had recovered together, bring each other out of nightmares and giving space and invading it when needed.
He had saved her as he had wanted to do years before, just like she had saved him in the arena. They had saved each other in ways only they could. Out of all the darkness in the world, he was able to see the beauty, to recreate it and show it to the rest of the world to prove there was something more.
That is why he was an artist.
I've never written Peeta before, I hope I did OK. Any imput at all would be great.