Bastian Speros D4 (FIN)

A man walks down the streets, the lights softly shining on the street, creating a sense of calmness. The man's face appears under the light. Green eyes shine at the road in front, trying to map out his path. His hair that is curled into a big mess is an auburn color or as some people say a 'reddish-brown'. A beard that covers his chin, the bottom of his face, and above his upper lip, also the color of his regular hair. A strong build from the career training and sports that he has done during his life time. He's a pretty tall guy, standing at 6'2 feet. He's pretty much a giant who is strong. He's a pretty decent runner and has some leg muscles too. He has a scar along his entire arm from a fight where a kid pulled a knife on him.

A room full of a bed, a dresser, and a closet. The room is a nice white color and has a door and a window. The dresser is open with clothes hanging out randomly. White, black, blue, green, and many other colors folded messily and shoved into some drawers. The drawer below holds jeans that look like they were just shoved into it. Holes appearing on many of them. A bottom drawer carries sweat pants and basketball shorts that are messily mixed together. The closet in the corner that is open showing a outfit on a hanger. His nice clothes, that are used for special events, especially reapings. A blue button up shirt and a pair of dark jeans without any holes in them. a few other hangers hold sweaters and sweatshirts and jackets that one may need during the cold.

Sweat pours down the man's face. The man is in a full on sprint, trying to beat his time again and again. The man races toward the end, seconds off from beating his last time. He finished and was off by a whole 20 seconds from his last lap. The determination of trying to beat his best residing on his face. People on the sidelines whispering about how hard he must of worked and how crazy he is for trying to beat his all time high. A girl was whispering rumors to another girl as he sprinted faster to the finish line, beating his last lap by a second. It was always like this for him. He'd try and beat his best and then barely beat it. He'd practice and practice, until it was perfect. Honestly, he was a bit of a perfectionist, but he'd never tell that to someone. He'd rather people see no faults in him because that's how he wanted to be.

The male was walking out of the track, when some guy began talking crap about how he sucked at what he did. This was the first thing to tick off Bastian. The little things. One look at the guy and Bastian was ready to laugh. The guy was a few inches shorter and scrawny. Bastian was always looking for a challenge. He smirked at the guy for awhile. He was thinking of ways to tear the guy limb from limb. A knife to the throat would be a fast death, he wanted the boy to suffer. Maybe, a few deep cuts and hang him upside down and let the blood pour out was more of a satisfactory death. His weakness were people like this guy and his stupidity. He wasn't able to come up with a comeback to his insult, so Bastian would just smirk and give him a little bit of an intimidation. The only person he allowed himself to be picked on by is his family. Bastian just chuckled and walked away from the scrawny guy.

After a little bit of a walk through town, many people would wave at Bastian or say hello to him. A little old lady almost getting run over by carts and other people, this was what Bastian loved to do, he'd help the old lady across the square to her destination. He had a kind side to him. Once, he'd get home, he would help his Ma with dinner, even though she says she wouldn't need it. After dinner, he'd read stories to younger siblings. Most of them stories about happy endings, even though they never end up with them. Then he'd be the good big brother and tuck them in. After that, he'd go to bed and wake up the next day to go to career training. He'd train for days, trying to beat everyone else there. He'd be a bit ruthless and does not allow for mercy. Then when he gets home, he'd play with his younger siblings, showing off his kind side.

After playing with his siblings, it'd be time for friends, where he'd be his stupid and lovable self. He hangs on people. He always has an arm or something around a shoulder or, he'd be happily walking along side his friends laughing at everything. Most people find him to not be as intimidating as some of the careers, but he had that side too. He could be intimidating in a matter of seconds. Bastian was being introduced to one of his friend's friend. Bastian wouldn't go for a handshake of course. He'd go for a hug and be lovable. He's like a loyal dog. If you aren't someone he can trust or like, he'll bark at you. If he trusts you or likes you, he'll be lovable and kind towards you.

The little things were the things that always seemed to set him off. Small teasing words can cause a massive rage from the man. A bit of hitting or bullying makes him angry. If you annoy him, he'll be pretty much a jerk to you, considering you a idiot. He is easy to manipulate and tends to be manipulated into stupid situations. He has a bit of a habit of staying on an organized schedule than most people, but does make changes if he wants. He tends to stay quiet when people argue over something. Bastian is more of a giant, ready to defend himself if needed or protect those he cares about. Bastian just smiles and walks with his friends, off to do what they normally do. Play some sort of sport or game.

As he was laying in bed, thoughts of the past were coming back to him or some of the things his mother had told him about himself when he was younger. A memory of a younger Bastian heading to the beach to play with some of the other kids there. At a young age, Bastian was a pretty cool kid. When he first went to school, he was the cool kid because he'd win race and he had the most crayons in school, unlike many of the other kids. He's always been popular from as long as he could remember. His family was poor though, which was a weird thing for a District 4, since they are almost the third richest District in Panem. He was always a family guy and took care of them whenever they needed him.

Growing up poor was not his favorite thing ever. He had to wear hand me down clothes or old clothes from other kids in the district. Bastian was used to people judging him by his outfits when he was younger. Back then he had almost nothing going for him, except popularity some how. He wasn't smart. He wasn't strong. The only thing that kept him popular was his kindness, so it just followed with him to now days. As a kid he had to work a few jobs that he could, mainly small labor filled jobs, which was the beginning of his strength growing. After working at all of those jobs, he'd saved enough to help his family and even help him get into career training like many of the other children.

Once a teenager, he found a love in sports. Lots of different types, from swimming to running to even a few ball games. Every day from then on, he was either training for the Hunger Games or running or swimming. Then he'd come home and help his family out. He began to get a bit more competitive and want to prove many people wrong. His family was his number one priority though. He had to watch out for them, no matter what. He lost a younger sibling to drowning when his father was trying to teach the girl to swim. After that Bastian was broken, and made sure his family came first. He would come home and help his mother around the house or watch many of the younger siblings. His father most of the time was working as a fisherman and wanted Bastian to take over, if he wasn't reaped.

Bastian, now days, is popular and strong. He still is not very smart and can barely hold a passing grade. Bastian always spends half of his weekend with his siblings, doing whatever they wanted to do. Bastian still does sports for most of the week and trains for the Hunger Games every other day. He works sometimes as a babysitter. Bastian tends to look out for everyone now days, since he is a bit more helpful than he was back when he wasn't very strong. Bastian is still very competitive with lots of people and tends to judge people before finding out about who they truly are.

Bastian smiled at a few memories of playing with his siblings or working. He even smiled at some of the stupid memories, such as helping his siblings with their homework, even though he didn't know it himself sometimes. His mind slowly stopped thinking and soon enough the man was asleep. His mother would walk past his door and smile at her lovely son who was a man that she had raised well. She silently reached in and closed the door, allowing her son some peaceful sleep that he very much needed. She would read to the kids tonight and allow her son to rest up for the rest of the night, until the next morning when he'd feel bad and make sure to read to the younger siblings that night. The house was quiet and dark eventually and all seemed alright.