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Tonto Kecske

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The first thing anyone will notice about Tonto is his sheer size. He stands at roughly 6’3 and is built like an ox. Tonto has dark brown hair that is always kept very short, which makes his ears stick out more than they should. Some would say that it makes him look like a monkey, but those people don’t get very far after those words leave their mouth. He has small, almost beady red eyes, and while you know he’s conscious, the eyes never seem to have a light in them, other than anger, showing that his brain is actually functioning. He has a large, round nose and a wide mouth, and underneath that is a small chin. When he smiles, aside from the parenthesis-like stretches on either side of his mouth, upon each of his cheeks is a shallow dimple. The dimples only slightly put off his hulking demeanor, but they do nothing to sugar coat the rages he so easily flies into.

Tonto’s neck is thick, but not as horrendously bulky as his arms and torso. The shoulders are very broad and his arms are incredibly burly, much more rotund than the average eighteen year old male Career or even a lumberjack. Even when he is still, the bulging muscles are obvious. They are very defined with deep crevasses, showing where two muscles meet, the skin stretching tightly over the swell of the muscle. Tonto’s legs, while not as bulky as the arms, are still quite tremendous.

He mostly will wear T-shirts and jeans. The jeans usually fit well, but the sleeves on the shirts are always straining at the seams to keep around the biceps and the chest part of the shirt is also fairly tight fitting. He doesn’t sit well with the Capitol style of fashion – the crazy colors, surgeries, and things of that nature – so he prefers to keep his clothing normal, except for his red eyes, which were surgically altered when he was younger and which he really likes. It certainly reflects his personality.






No one would think that goats would live in the Capitol, but Tonto has loved goats ever since he was a little boy. He had a pet kid named Ziggy and he cherished the animal, and he still has a love for goats, even late in his twenties. Goats really are the only soft spot that this hulking behemoth has; if he sees a goat, he immediately goes over to it to pet and fawn over it. He tries to keep it a secret, though; not many people think it’s ‘manly’ to have an obsession with goats and be a hulking giant.

When people make fun of him, he flies into uncontrollable rages – a blind, destructive fury, really. He hates jokes being played on him, but little does he know that he’s such an easy target to pick at. Tonto’s known for tearing things apart, breaking furniture, ripping doors off hinges, and even beating quite a few people for mocking him. Even he’s talking normally, his deep voice is booming and loud. He isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but he does have a bit of common sense. Not as much as others, but enough to keep him from being dumber than a bag of rocks; however, he is the poster child for the saying “All brawn and no brain.” He is horrid at math and science, but when it comes to strength and agility, he’s your man.

Tonto is utterly obsessed with fitness. He can’t go a day without working out in one way or another, be it lifting weights or hiking at a fast pace. If he even starts to think that he may be getting ‘soft,’ he’ll go perform strenuous work for an hour minimum. Tonto believes that he needs to keep working out and building muscle, though he doesn’t believe in a stopping point. When he sets his mind to something, no matter the consequences, he’ll work his hardest to achieve that goal. He doesn’t exactly have a foresight to allow him to see all the possible outcomes of events. Even with small, meaningless tasks, he’s more stubborn as a donkey and will only do this his way – or Athena’s way. He’ll only listen to Athena if she’s the one to tell him to change something.






Tonto’s parents were teachers of hand-to-hand combat in the training center for tributes. They met around the year of the 30th Games, and two years later, Tonto was born. His parents raised him like a tribute, teaching him everything from hand-to-hand combat – which he excelled in – to camouflage. Even though he never could compete in the Games, his parents were proud that he knew all that he did.

In school, however, his grades were awful. He failed most of his science and math classes, choosing to goof off instead of even attempt to learn. Tonto did ace gym class and, surprisingly, history class. His parents stayed positive, though, and praised him for passing two of the four classes, but they did try to urge him to do better. Tonto loved his parents, so he honestly did try, but his stubbornness prevented him from raising his grades much. His parents weren’t very much bothered by it, so they let it pass.

On Tonto’s sixth birthday, they gave him a young goat as a pet. The goat, named Ziggy, and the boy were instantly inseparable. Tonto took the goat everywhere, played with it endlessly, and Ziggy even curled up in bed with him at night. He took Ziggy on walks, hikes, and even on trips to past arenas. On those trips, his parents would take him to the places where tributes died and showed him how they died, but also ways they could have prevented it. Tonto also learned self-defense this way, finding it much more fun that learning in a dull building. Out in the arenas, Tonto felt like learning these tactics were essential, but as soon as he returned to the Capitol, he was bored.

As dimwitted as he is, Tonto never was one to get into trouble. He obeyed the rules and as he grew up, he decided to join a security guard group, where he trained in defense and more hand-to-hand combat. He excelled in the combat part, but remembering all the technical terms and things just threw him off. He had a hard time memorizing things they were teaching in the school, but he stayed up late at night going over and over the books, just barely scraping by on the tests. Tonto ended up passing, though, and was quite thrilled about it. He was then sent off to various guarding jobs at museums and important buildings throughout the Capitol, and is now stuck with protecting a group of scientists that really seem to know how to grind his nerves.





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