Holdon Richie D2 [fin]

Holdon is stunning. His hair is with out flaw, a beautiful shade of blonde with autumn streaks running through it at random intervals. It is an eye opener to many women, and even some of the men in the District. His eyes are a delicate blue, almost light enough to be a sky blue, and they shimmer like the coasts of District 4. His jaw line is prominent and solid, as is his collar bone. His eyelashes are long, giving him that touch of feminism that many of the men lack. His eyebrows are full and lush.

He is also strong, though not extremely muscular. His arms and legs are firm and slightly toned. His lack of massive weight makes him flexible and agile, making good at what his family has thrown him into. He is a light tan color, the skin tone complementing his hair and eye brows.

Though he is only 15, he has matured mentally faster then most boys his age. though it may be related to his future line of work and the house he is being raised into. Holdon lives with the Assassins of District 2. They have taught him etiquette and proper manners. They have taught him how to a man.

He always had a smile on, taking in the world with a sort of positive sense. And why should anything be negative? The Capitol had given him a safe life in District 2, ensuring that rebellion would not ensue at a small price. They ensured safety for all and a long life. And because of that, he could always smile.

He loved chatting. He was a jabber-jaw, or jabber jay, and he adored the nicknames a great deal, as they were a part of him. He was always up for conversation, whether it be about the weather or the more recent Tribute death.

But god forbid you said something he didn't like.
Negativity usually brought out the worst in him. That and people who spoke with mean or enraged tones. There was a lot of that at school and around the District. It took all the restraint (and some times that even failed) he had to hold back from striking who ever was in the poor attitude For some reason that was always just a major pet peeve of his..

Holdon had been in the Assassins group since as long as he could remember. The last thing he could recall of his parents was a letter and a picture, though not a very modest one. His mother was young and still pregnant with Holdon. His father had a beard. He never really saw them around the District. It wasn't like they had moved away. Maybe they had died.

The letter told of how Holdon was given to the Assassins because he was "chosen" to serve the Capitol and its people, eliminating vile from the face of Panem. He wasn't really sure what that meant, though he knew that when the time came, he would step up to the plate as an Assassin of District 2.

As he gradually got older his training became rougher and rougher, shaping him into the young man he was today. They taught him to be proper when in public and how to deal with manners. They taught him how to wield a blade, something many District 2 members knew how to do. It was almost like Career training, though they hardly ever mentioned putting their young into the games.

When he turned 14, however, he began to take things more seriously. His emotions thrived inside of him, his eagerness to please their leader running through his blood. He began to get into more fights, not only in agitation or anger, but as practice as well. He often trained with other Carriers fighting, testing his skills, learning from his mistakes and doing his best to correct them.

And now he is 15, his initiation nigh. Soon he will become an Assassin of District 2 and step up to the plate. He is ready for the kill.

Or is he?

I'm not sure if I need to put this here but Holdon is an Assassin of District 2, created for the plot.