Viktor Krowend - District 9

VIKTOR KROWEND

I was walkin' down the street when out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said I never seen a man who looked so all alone
Oh could you use a little company

And if you pay the right price your evening will be nice
You can go and send me on my way
I said you're such a sweet young thing why do you do this to yourself?
She looked at me and this is what she said

District: Nine
Age: Fifteen
Occupation: Robber

There had been a legend that had somehow survived from a time long before Panem, before there was even a threat of the near extinction of humans that had occurred to result in this place. The legend of Robin Hood. Of course, I have only ever heard the faint scraps that still lingered and have had to build my own version of it, most of which I have had to fabricate. But for the past few years I have gone beyond the mere words and have done something greater. I have become Robin Hood.

There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free

I have no idea if I look similar to Robin Hood or not, there were no real tales of what he looked like, and the most I could gather was that he was famous for wearing a triangular shaped hat and green clothing. I tried to copy that, but I adapted that to suit myself better, after all the Robin Hood of old didn't have to live in Panem. Things are a lot tighter here than wherever and whenever he lived. As for how I look, I am about 5'10" and decently proud of my height. I'm fifteen, and I'm sure to grow taller, so I am quite happy with how I stand and am not ashamed to be one of the shorter members of the group. My hair is about two or so inches long, and likes to sit kinda flat against my head. It's somewhat of a brown colour, though there are definitely times when it looks black or blonde. Kinda interesting really, but I suppose lighting has a lot to do with it, and that because of that other people's hair does a similar thing.

My eyes are a pale green with a bit of gray there as though someone had drawn out some of the colour but not the shade. I suppose they must be nice enough, after all I have had a few of the girls we have helped compliment them. My eyesight is pretty sharp too, and it helps me when picking a target, and aiming. I didn't mention that I use a bow like Robin Hood, did I. Well, now you know, both Robin and I are archers. I suppose I'm alright, but I have enough skill to do what I need, that's all. My face is a nice shape, I've been told. And I managed to have decent teeth, which helps with the ladies. I am alright for muscle, though I doubt I would win against a match with a Career, even if I am as good as one otherwise. I've never been great at hand-to-hand combat, I leave that kind of stuff to Curear and Fy. I have to have enough muscle to string and draw my bow, as well as overpower an attacker or Peacekeeper while I am armed only with a small blade. It's not much, I would never last in a wrestling match, and hand-to-hand combat would leave me dead within the next couple minutes.

No I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

I mentioned my height, right, how I'm comfortable with it and such? Well I'd like to add that the division of my body means that my legs account for a little less than half of my height, making me seem a bit non-proportioned, it's what leads me to believe I will grow further. My clothing is pretty simple, and it has to be. I can only afford so much, and the last thing I need to be spending my money on is clothes that I will burn through for one reason or another. I wear light t-shirts, usually in some shade of green or gray, sometimes brown or white. But for the most part green. When it's cold I have a leather jacket gifted to me by one of the people I had helped a while ago, and somehow it still fits. It's quite comfortable and is as flexible as my shirts. It's a brown leather, with little dye thus making it something simple and inexpensive. Just my type of thing.

I have leather hunting boots, but they are black instead of brown, like my jacket. I personally don't care that they don't match. If anything I think it looks better that way. And the pants I wear, they're either jeans or cargo pants. The cargo pants are brown or gray, and the jeans are, well they're jeans. I think the colour's kinda obvious. All in all, my outfit's pretty sturdy, as well as being maneuverable. There are weapons hidden in my clothing, a couple blades and such. I have a cloth strap around my waist where I hang my knife. It's hidden by my shirt and is hard to discern from the rest of me. Not to mention the razors I have in my boot. One in the top and one in a slit in the side of the tread. Both are on my right boot.

Not even 15 minutes later, I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind, he put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn't lookin' for a fight

Other gifts I got from someone I had helped, I help a lot of people, but trust me I don't ask for these things I'm just given them, (It's convenient, but not to the point of suspicion.) are the archer's wrist and arm guards which had been made specially for me. They helped a lot, in particular when I was in a hurry to loose and arrow and didn't want to have to worry about the return of the string against my forearm. In return I gave the woman who had made them some extra money, from my own cut. In truth, we don't take all that much of what we collect. Most of what we get goes out to the poor of District nine, though sometimes we visit District eight if we can. We've never risked it any further than that. Well, not as a group and not as of late anyway. Curear and Hongar both spent time as Wanderers, and from what I've heard they've both traveled a pretty large distance without getting caught. Still, I'd rather not leave Lauser and Tryb behind, since I wouldn't want to risk them in the forest. I know they can survive on their own, but I just don't want to put them in that situation.

I'm the clear leader of the group, though I never purposely gave myself that role. The others just respect me is all, and I guess there's also the fact that I gathered them together and formed our little band. Or so they view it anyway, I just laid out a purpose for us, one I had built off of the tales of Robin Hood. I must've built up the idea of me being Robin, by not-quite-accident, because they all found roles for themselves and claimed me as Robin. I guess the rumors of Robin Hood being very witty might've aided in that as well, since I have been told many times that I have wit enough for two, and a tongue quick enough and sharp enough to skin a rabbit. Compliments, or so I had treated them as, and I continued to practice retorts on my opposition.

He said give me all you got, I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move I won't think twice
I told him you can have my cash but first you know I gotta ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?

I can come up with some of the more devious plans, even if they are more difficult to pull off. I make sure that the tasks are within the skill level of the one I assign it to, though, and triple check everything before even presenting it to the others. It's not as though I am evil, but then again who ever believes they are. I just do not agree with the oppression of the people of Panem, and I try to do my part in helping the oppressed. A small rebellion against the Capitol, if you would like.

I must have broken nearly every law in Panem by now, though I have never murdered anyone. I don't really care about half of the laws I have broken, since they were put in place in a foolish attempt to try and prevent another uprising. I just remind myself of all of the lives I help, and possibly even save, with what I do and any small doubt, if there even was any, fades. Like how I stash a bow in the forest, or even the fact that I have a bow. It's illegal to own a weapon unless you are a Peacekeeper. And even then you have to have it registered with your regiment. But then I think of how many times I have saved lives with that bow, be it fending off an attacker, or shooting game. I am not a bad person, though I am far from innocent. Still, I only hurt the Capitol.

He said there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free

I grew up on the edge of District nine, and my parents were quite poor. We were able to scrape by, and carefully we saved up money. It was a good thing my parents both worked, because only a short time before my second birthday a fourth member to our family showed up. Literally dumped on our doorstep, a baby girl in a ragged and thin blanket was left into our care. On the back of a torn piece of what used to be ad paper was written a letter. This letter told of how the girl was being left in our care because her parents were unable to care for her and they wanted her to live a decent life.

In the letter, it also was written that her name was Tryb Yoot. It was left at that, and though we tried we could not locate any Yoot family. She would become my little sister, though we were not blood related, and I would love her as though she was blood. She would now be Tryb Yoot-Krowend, and we would both laugh about our names as we began to hear how they sounded similar to "tribute" and "victor". Ironic, considering I am always doing my best to help people against the Games, and yet my name is so close to what the winner is titled.

No I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

I didn't start going out into the woods until I was twelve, being both brave and afraid. Brave of whatever dangers were out there, and afraid of them and the Reaping that I would now be a part of. What if I were Reaped? Would my name help me, or would it just be a curse? Thankfully, I haven't had to find out, though it was only because of my fear that I learned how to use a bow. That and Curear.

I met Curear when I was out in the woods one time, a week after my first reaping. He was bone weary, and had made his way toward District nine in search of rest. He was fourteen then, while I was twelve. It was surprising how quickly we became friends, but I think giving him food and offering him a place to sleep made it easier. My parents knew they couldn't adopt another child, but they couldn't turn Curear down when he only asked to stay one night. They even went as far as to give him dinner and offer to help him stock up on food. He refused their help, though dinner was something he couldn't have refused if he tried. I guess I get some of my tenacity from my mother, because she wouldn't take no for an answer on dinner.

Well now a couple hours passed and I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end
So I turned to the TV and flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend

It was then that the group started, for all it was just Curear, Tryb and me. Odd circumstances or coincidences seemed to allow the others to meet us, and we grew to a party of five. It was then I met Lauser, and I became "quite smitten" as Curear stated, each time with a smirk that made me grimace. A short time later, Blaud joined us, and the best I can describe him is like a puppy. He was the youngest besides Tryb and would follow me everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I like Blaud, I just don't always appreciate being plodded after by a boy only a year younger than me. It's flattering and all, but it can be a bit annoying too.

Hongar was the last one to join the group, on the edge for a while until he trusted us enough to really become a part of our band. I feel more balanced now that Hongar is around, as though our group had been lacking someone until he had come along. Whatever it was, it was nice to have a strong swordsman around. Now we're all as close as family, with the same style of little disputes. Though, Lauser is far from being my sister, after all I would never wish to kiss my sister... I'll just leave it at that, but I think you understand what I mean. I don't think there is anything we can help others with. Together, we can maybe overthrow some of the Capitols power, even if it's not a huge difference it can cause a crack, and that's where the stick of dynamite gets placed.

I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he'd taken money from the church
He'd stuff his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can't say much because I know we're all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

OTHER

FC: Ulrik Munther

Lyrics: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

Words
94 - Introduction
721 - Section 1
614 - Section 2
720 - Section 3
2149 - Total

There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free

odair

No I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good