ROLEX GHRAM



Seventeen years of life, twelve since his sister left, six since his brother died, one year until freedom from the District of one.

Your bottles' almost empty
You know this can't go on
Because of you my mind is always racing
It's all over for

NO SWORD I SWING WILL FREE ME

At first glance, he doesn't look like anyone special. His hair is a common colour, being a rich brown tinted with various lighter highlights from the sun. Though, the bright green eyes that can sparkle with curiosity or glint with anger are uncommon enough that people remember them. They can change from as soft as a new leaf to as hard as jade stone. His face is thin, but not angular, and gives him a look that can shift between boyish and adult-like. Broad shoulders lead into muscled arms, toned from regular training with a sword and other weapons. He has been training as a Career since he was young, and has a physique to prove it. The faint outline of a six-pack is just visible when he goes without a shirt, and his torso is all muscle, though not overly so.

His legs are muscled to the same extent as his arms, and his feet are always placed in a position of balance out of long habit. He is light on his feet, but surefooted and stable from hours of practicing dodging. Though his proportions are even, he is shorter than most of the boys in his District, coming up to only 5'9" while many reach or exceed six feet. In spite of this, he is stronger than a lot of the boys his age, which gives him the ability to handle heavier weapons.

The needles' breaking your skin
The scar is sinking in
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for

NO WORDS I SAY ARE HEARD

His clothing consists of a thin black hoodie, over a t-shirt of some colour or other. For the most part he sticks with blues or grays and blacks, but he has been seen wearing green, red or even purple. On colder days or in the winter, he wears jeans, most of them being a dark wash with faded areas around the knees. Warmer weather may cause him to wear shorts that come to his knees, patterned with plaid or even just single colors. His footwear of choice is a pair of black-and-white skateboard shoes, the laces tied tight enough so they won't come off easily but loose enough that he can slip them on and off as he pleases.

The dark colours of his dress cause people to sometimes be confused as to what "label" he should be "stuck" with. No label truly fits him, often being half-correct and half-contradictory. While he dresses "cool", he doesn't wear the biggest brands or most up to date clothing. And though he has a lot of darker clothing, he also wears garments that are too light to be gothic. It's almost as though it's a personal challenge to find a place where he belongs, a category to fit into.

For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you

I WONDER IF THEY’LL HEAR ME

Perhaps it was the way his parents treated him, without the love or affection parents were supposed to. Or perhaps it was the way he had watched his brother die at the hands of the Career pack years ago. It may have even been the way his sister had left his brother and him after being unable to take living with their parents any longer. But now this boy would forever be scarred, forever hold a dark stone in his heart. 

This isn't to say he's a lunatic, he hasn't been driven insane by his past like someone with a weaker spirit may have been. Sometimes he questions whether sliding into insanity would be easier than dealing with life with a fully functional mind. At times thinking could be a terrible curse. Though he does spend much of his time thinking, calculating, analyzing. He is constantly observing, taking in his situation and the actions of others.

People weren't exactly his strong suit, probably because of the way he had withdrawn from the world and shielded himself after the death of his brother. Even with all this knowledge of others, gained from mental notes he often doesn't realize he's made, he still remains to the outskirts of groups, avoiding others for the most part. When he trains he usually only interacts with his trainer, unless he is facing another Career in combat with swords.

I know what runs through your blood
You do this all in vain
Because of you my mind is always racing
It's all over for

IF I QUIT ARMS WITHOUT A WORD

When he does interact with people, he is known to have a hidden, but simple, sense of humor. Most jokes made by him are light puns, or twisted words. At times he may tease the other person, only lightly and only on subjects that are easy to see as true or false.

However, when angered he can be dangerous, his anger being brutal. His level of ferocity when pushed can raise quite high quite quickly. Though, in most cases, he is able to refrain from dealing any real damage, even if his tongue might get away from him. Barbed comments are not rare occurrences when he is irritated, despite him trying to keep them to a minimum. Plenty of times he had attempted to contain the snide thoughts he has, and failed.

Uncomfortable in thinking he deserves a position of power, though comfortable in the undertaking of such a position, he is looked up to by numerous younger Careers as being a leader. He prefers to only have to look out for himself, being as that is what he has been used to after years of being ignored by his parents.

And it gets under my skin
To see you giving in
And now your trip begins but
It's all over for

BUT THE SLASH OF A SWORD IS HONEST

The emotional scar left by the terrible death of his brother has caused him to hate the Games. Some may ask why he puts so much into his training if he hates the Games to the level he does. His explanation is that his hate is what drives him to ever improve. Others ask what is so important about the sword, why is it his favorite weapon and how did he get to be so good with it. He would reply that he chose the sword as it was the weapon that killed his brother. His determination to master it, to disable it from taking control of him as it did his brother has brought him to a skill level above those who train with it for fun. The deeper connection with the weapon, the inner reasons that guide him, they will never let him let go of the sword.

Some of the other careers are frightened by the ferocity he places into his fighting, though it's the loss of control that allows him to stay sane, even as it feels like the world is pressing him down and back. Unless someone angers him, he doesn't attempt to harm anyone. He has, however, out of accident, broken a few bones and given his opponents some nasty cuts. Though he never apologized for it, he didn't feel they deserved to be hurt. After all, they hadn't been the ones to insist on his training, the ones to pull his brother's name from the glass ball, or to seal his fate with a sword-slash.

Rolex Ghram was a shadow of a boy, driven back to hide behind the image of a man. A man that was stuck in the shell of the person that used to be.

For you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you

AND THE EDGE OF A BLADE IS TRUE

Seventeen years. He had lived in District one for seventeen years. He had been a Career for seventeen years. Life had sucked for seventeen years.

Truthfully, not all of his life had been horrible, not as it was now. He hadn't always been the only underaged person living in his house. At one point he had had a brother, and before that, a sister as well. As a baby, he had gotten the most attention of the three children. It was not because his parents loved him any more than his siblings, it was because he was a baby and babies required more attention than slightly older children.

As Rolex grew up, he slowly learned that siblings cared more for each other than parents cared for their children. Or that was how it had been in his case. After he had stopped breast feeding, his mother had ignored him unless it was to change his diaper, since neither his sister nor his brother could or would do so. His sister did, however, care for him in every other way, such as feeding him formula and baby food. The responsibility on her shoulders caused her to grow up faster than she should have. It also meant she left the house earlier than she should have. When Rolex was five, and she seventeen, she had left. Left him and his eight year old brother and his good for nothing parents to go become a Peacekeeper. She had told them it was so she could save kid from parents like theirs. But they never heard from her again after that.

And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over

MY DILEMA IS A TOUGH ONE

So then his brother took over as caretaker, and the two boys became closer than ever. They did everything together and neither one thought of anything but the other. When Rolex had been nine, and his brother twelve, his brother had promised him that he would never leave Rolex behind. Sadly, two years later the promise was broken. From the edge of the District square, a tearful Rolex watched as his brother was reaped. No boy volunteered for him, a fourteen year old with some promise. It had only taken three days before he was murdered, pounced upon by the other Careers for being weak and torn to pieces. The District two boy had been the one to order the attack and also the one to deliver the final blow.

The shock at the death of his brother was nothing in comparison to the shock he felt at the reaction from his parents. They weren't distraught or broken by the death of their oldest son. They weren't even sad. Disappointment and anger were the only emotions they experienced. They were disappointed that his brother had died, and angry that he had failed to win. At that moment they had turned Rolex's life into a cycle of grueling training a no love.

And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for (You, for you)

AND SO MY DECISION TURNS TO YOU.

He had gone Career training before, with his brother, but nothing like what his parents had assigned him to. They had a personal trainer hired for him, and gave the man strict instructions that he must have this boy learn to use every weapon. They told him that he would regain honour to the Ghram family. Having started with knives in the visits he had made with his brother, he finished his training with them before being moved onto sword fighting. After he had grown good enough at that, he had been trained in combat with spears and even hand-to-hand. By the end of his wrestling training, he would be able to face a boy five years older than himself and beat them with relative ease. He had been moved back to the sword, and his training had been intensified until he was one of the best swordsmen in the current group of Careers.

Years of forced combat and instruction had fine-tuned Rolex's physical and mental abilities, making him more adept at strategies and sword fighting. Someday he hopes to become a Peacekeeper, and maybe do some good in the world. If anything he may even take his sword and fight his way out of the District, to flee to the Wilds and maybe the mystery that is District 13. For all his skill with weapons, the sword in particular, he would not become a Career trainer. It would not be him forcing children to give up their childhood in order to prepare for a chance they would probably never get, a gift they could never open, a curse that would never strike.

He only knew that he would have to survive this next year before he would be free to do as he wished. Run, or fight, Rolex Ghram would do as he pleased, listening was no longer an option.

It's all over for
It's all over for
You, for you
It's all over for you

OTHER

FC: Anthon Wellsjo

Lyrics: It's All Over by Three Days Grace

Words
23 - Introduction
438 - Appearance
712 - Personality
782 - History
1955 - Total

And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over

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