Troyan Sinclair | District Four

n a m e : Troyan Alexander Sinclair.
a g e : Fourteen in 65th HG Fifteen.
g e n d e r : Male.
l o c a t i o n : District Four.
f a c e c l a i m : Francisco Lachowski.
t h e m e s o n g : "Apologize" by Timbaland ft. One Republic.

I was born in a cozy two-story house on the beach of District Four to loving parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair. I have a twin brother, Kassen Sinclair, who was born about a thirty seconds after me. As I baby, I had fair skin and straight brown strands growing out of the top of my head. I had big brown eyes and curly black eyelashes that looked slightly girly (when I got older, my eye color stayed the same, but luckily I lost that girly curliness to my lashes). Kassen and I were complete opposites, although we looked exactly alike. I was demanding, and he was calm and didn't need as much attention as me. Even though Kassen and I were opposites, we were the best of friends. When I turned five, my parents split up. My father left and my mother went back to her maiden name, Fairbairn. Since I was very small as a child I was bullied at school. Kassen, who wasn't as short as I was, never stood up for me. Swimming was a distraction from the bullying. My mother taught me how to swim. I started in the shallow waters during low tide at first, but then I moved onto deep waters while it was high tide. Even at a young age, I was arrogant, and I still am arrogant. I was argumentative and stubborn, like I always have been and always will be.

I threw my first trident at the tender age of seven. It hit the target, a huge flounder, dead-on. That's when I found myself and I started to train. After all, District Four is a Career district. I toughened up a lot as I trained. At first I started small, with knives and arrows. When I turned nine I graduated to tridents. Tridents became my favorite weapon. It came naturally to me, thrusting the trident at the target and then smiling in triumph when it hit. I was becoming stronger thanks to training, and the bullying was stopping a little, but not completely. Over the three years of constant bullying, I had learned to fend for myself. I grew independent, and I hated those who bullied me. I hated them so much, which resulted in a constant desire for revenge. There was always a fire in my big, innocent brown eyes, a fire that was kindled by hatred and anger and my revenge wish.

At age ten, I had a golden tan from the sun, and flaxen streaks began to show in my brown hair. My fingers were long and thin and quick thanks to making fish hooks and nets. The muscles in my arms had become more developed as a result of swimming and wielding a trident. My leg muscles were just as strong, if not stronger, than my arm muscles. I started to dabble in sword fighting, but I kept my main focus on tridents. I had quick reflexes, which would come in handy in many situations, including the Hunger Games.

The bullying finally stopped completely when I was almost twelve, because by this point I was a lot stronger than most kids that were also twelve. But being the unforgiving, vengeful person I am, I didn't let them go without revenge. I made them pay for what they did. I humiliated them publicly, and I even tried to drown some of them. I got away with it because I laughed it off and said I was joking, and I threatened my targets so they wouldn't say anything. I bullied them, knowing I was no better than they were, until they finally apologized. But I didn't accept it. I said to each and every one of my former bullies, "it's far too late for an apology." The only person I ever forgave was Kassen. We had always been close, but after I was crowned toughest guy at school, we were closer than ever. I think the reason for that is because he was scared of me. When I turned twelve, I finally went through a drastic growth spurt. I began grew taller and taller each day, and I grew into my looks. I became much more masculine than before, and for once, I was handsome. So was Kassen, but he grew into his looks when he was eleven. The skin on my face seemed to tighten, the bones of my face prominent under my golden skin. My face was devoid of babyish roundness. My muscles became more defined, especially in the arms; I became more serious about sword fighting. There was only one downside: my eyebrows got bushier. They were so out of control, I was forced to pluck them. Plucking hurt too much and I felt odd doing it. Wasn't that a girl thing? I stopped plucking them and I let them grow out, all because I was self-conscious about my appearance. I have to admit, I can be a little narcissistic.

I had been out of touch with my father until I turned thirteen. He asked to at least have custody of one of his sons. Kassen stuck by Mother, but I could tell he felt bad about it. Kassen was polite, but I was not. I marched up to my father and spat, "you were the one who left. I don't care if you love Kassen and I. Get the fuck out." I was scolded by Mother for my rudeness, but it was worth it. After that, Kassen and I happily trained together, and we never spoke with Father again.

Now I am fourteen, and I am a bitter person. I can't help it. It's who I am. There's something dark inside of me. I like to blame this darkness on bullying, but I'm not sure if I can. Maybe it's my personality. Maybe I was born this way. I have a sick feeling inside of me, because I know that if I go into the Games, I won't hesitate to kill someone. I won't even flinch. I know I will watch someone bleed out in front of me, because that's how bad I am. I became the bully. I am not all bad. I hold brotherly feelings for Kassen, just as I always have. I still love him, even though I have grown into a practically heartless, ruthless young man.

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