Soft features. Hair light dirty blonde bundled on his wide head. His head is a bit of a square-ish shape, a shape that is a bit out of proportion, if you aren’t counting the whooper of a nose. It ran in Boston’s family, to have a big squashed liked nose, it didn’t really bother him, he only had eyes for one girl, and that was the girl of his dreams. His dirty skin is a olive shade that makes his dirty blonde hair stick out, like a beacon. But he liked his hair, in some way it distracted the people from his nose. His pig squashed noes. But why would he let his appearance let him down? He was born with it so, there not much he really could do.

Blue eyes, the color of sapphires. Make his eyes the beautiful gems they are. They are always sparkling, but not with mischief or slyness. But with loyalty, and the honest trait that makes him who he is. His eyes swirled to a darker color when he was annoyed or frustrated. When he was happy… when he was happy his eyes would reflect every thought that was on his mind.

He had a nice figure, firm and muscular. Boston had thick muscular thighs, that led to strong fit calf’s, legs that took a lot of physical endurance. His torso was strong and muscular, a 6 pack easily visible, again for all the physical endurance that he has to put his body through, just to survive through the day. Have nice strong arms just like the rest of his body, fixing him up to be, well, quite attractive.

He wears the average clothes that you get in District 10. Rags. Second hand clothes. Anything that they can scavenge from their older brothers and sisters, or maybe neighbours. That’s how Boston managed to scab his clothes. They were a simple pair of black trousers, with a stormy grey shit that was not at all hat clean. It had several stains, and was covered in dirt and grime. He tried to clean it when he gets the chance, but the dirt s stubborn clinging to his shirt, it was like trying to get a freckle from your skin. Impossible.

Boston was all ways the child looked down up on. Like he was second choice to everything. He never got his time to shine, he was like the shadow to his twin brother who was the sun of his parents worlds. He may have done something now and then that would bring a smile to his patents faces, but really they were even surprised that he would have even spoken to them. like they never recognised him, like it takes a couple of seconds to realise that they had another son, that they had Boston. Boston? They would think staring at each other if anyone mentioned his name, then it would dawn on them, and they would clear there faces of the previous thoughts and get back with the program.

By the time he had grown up to the age he is now, he was used to being forgotten, it wasn’t anything knew when he looked at his parents wanting to ask them a question, while they looked at him in confusion until they registered who he was, but he still loved his parents, no matter how short minded they were, he stilled loved them, they had a permanent spot down deep in his heart, he only ever wanted to make them proud. He envied his brother most of the time, from stealing their parents attention away from him. Sometimes he wished that their parents would get mixed up, I mean how hard could it be? they were identical! But they never got us mixed up, Boston just wanted to get that smile of approval, to that manly high five from his father… but a boy can dream.

Now and then he felt that one day it would be his turn to shine, and when he did he would blow the pants of his parents, of course they wouldn’t recognises him at first, but after a couple moments of hesitation… they would scream, “yeah that’s my son!” well that’s what he dreamed of, but dreams give us false hope, false hope that might destroy the believer over time. The believer being Boston himself. But he wasn’t going to let those thought get him down he had a life t live, a life to fulfil and he was going to do that no matter the case. His motto: the good guy always gets the girl. And he wanted the girl. He is Boston!

So yeah.

That’s Boston.

Boston the forgotten.

Boston, loyal Boston.

Boston The Honest!

D'aww he just looks honest <3