Apollo Birch D2 (Done)

Name: Apollo Birch
Age: 17 18 as of the 68th
Gender: Male
District: Two
Career
Appearance:

Often times, I find myself wondering what people notice when they first look at me. Is it my hair? I have a lot of hair, including facial hair. Soft, bushy, black hair covers the top of my head, standing up more in the front, and almost clean cut down the sides flowing into sideburns which run down my face connecting my hair together with an extremely scruffy beard. A thin mustache surrounds my lip sliding gently down my face forming a goatee. Thick, bushy, untamed, black eyebrows sit unequally over my eyes with a futile attempt of making me look sexy. Below my hairline sits a rather large forehead. People often joke around stating they can see their reflection if they look close enough, but I don't believe them. Small, angular, brown eyes sit underneath my eyebrows. Often times, my eyes appear like they are squinted, but they aren't it's just the nature of how they are sitting.

My ears stick out more than I want them to. I hate looking at myself in the mirror and noticing them. It's strange as the left one sticks out more than the right one, but I can definitely hear. Below my eyes sits thin cheeks lining my eyes bringing my tan face into the open making the colors noticeable. Prominent jawlines run parallel with one another creeping down my face until rounding off at my chin. My nose is slightly annoying with it's round tip, and large nostrils. Large, light pink lips hide beneath the mustache willing people away. White teeth with hints of yellow shine around when a smile grows upon my face. A quick tongue hides in my mouth waiting for the perfect opportunity for words to flow freely as my deep voice,( when compared against others, yet sometimes, it cracks when I speak), flies freely into the air. I hate it, but what can one do? Many scars find their way home on my body. Some from training, others from working, but mainly I got them from sparring.

Personality:

I am so sick and tired of seeing people I care about head off to the games. What the hell did Ares and Hannah have to volunteer for? It's bad enough I lost Cassius and Beatrice the normal reaping way. Then those two idiots volunteer. Did they want to die? Such stupidity by their actions. Losing Cassius was hard enough. Once Beatrice was reaped, I nearly snapped right then and there. I didn't want her in the games, yet there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She went into the games only for her head to be severed off. Had her killer made it out alive, I would have snapped her neck myself. Luckily one of Beatrice's friends killed her. Hopefully I don't have to attend two more funerals. My heart is already full of darkness. If I lose two more family members well I feel my heart will continue to slip into the shadows.

You see when we were little, Ares and I always trained together. Each and everyday both of us went to the academy. Always honing our skills with the variety of weapons there. Decent would never cut it with us. We always strove to be the best combatants. Even if there was just one mistake in sparring, we always went back at it. I guess observers were afraid to approach us. Being cousins didn't matter to us. Once we stepped in side that academy, I unleashed the full force of my strength. Ares didn't hold back one bit either. Family rivalry definitely kept us sparring with one another. I know my desire to be perfect will come back to bite me in the ass. When I want to be the best at something, I become so obsessed with that particular thing that it completely changes me. Striving for perfection will be the end of me someday. I tend to let my emotions take over most of the time.

No one should get on my bad side though. I don't care if it's an accident or not. If someone tries to mess with me, I will be equally as cruel if not more than whoever messed with me. I'm tired of inferior beings stepping in my way. If you're horrid at combat or anything that embodies a career tribute, then why the hell do idiots continue to train at the academy. It sickens me to know inferior beings are wrecking the advancement of others who deserve it more. Luckily for me though I usually get there first. I may appear to be the typical 'train for the games' career, but believe me what I do is more than just training for the games. I love to stay in shape. Always I am looking to better myself in some way. Whether it be physical or mental, I know that eventually with hard work and training, I shall be the worthiest male in the district to compete for the games.

History:

Year after year people yearn for a strong, badass career from District Two. Weight presses down upon the shoulders of those training as everyone fights for the top position, the best there is. Failure isn't going to cover it, and nobody will stand in my way. I watched as my brother Ares volunteered. Finally at last there would be a worthy career from our district. I watched his journey throughout the games. Didn't do well for his private session with the game makers, which angered me. What the hell did he do to embarrass himself and by extension me like that? Yet his interview shed light into his attitude. He intended to save his true skills for the arena. Smart to seeing as he escaped the bloodbath unharmed. That pathetic trap by the Capitol damn near got him killed, but luckily that didn't happen. Hope festered within. Could we finally get a victor from two? That's when I got my answer. Death by the girl from one. Ares got cocky and allowed an inferior opponent to kill him. Idiot should have stayed on his guard. Reminds me of how easily I could beat him in spars. Definitely the stronger opponent, but Ares always got cocky. I'll miss him.

The Capitol. Oh how I have a slow burning hatred for them. Disgust flows through my veins when I think about them. They are sick, horrible people, yet nobody can do anything about it. People from two, the careers, love the Capitol, but it doesn't mean everyone loves them. I may be a career, but that doesn't mean that I'm an emotionless machine bred for war. People think I don't have a heart, but there is one living inside my body keeping me alive. I once respected the Capitol, and I longed for the moment when I'd finally step foot inside it's walls training for survival which hasn't begun, but I don't respect them anymore. I will never care for them after watching four of my family die in the games. It was horrible watching the slaughter live for everyone to see, but nobody ever understands. It's tough training for the games trying to live up to the hype of being a career. It's a burden all careers carry around.

My love for weapons, I wouldn't say that I've mastered them all, but I do know how to use many, sword, knives, spears, throwing knives, axes; however, my personal favorite has to be the bow. While the sword is handy for fighting up close, the bow will be the best weapon in my opinion. Many times I'll spend hours upon hours in the training center perfecting my aim. I never want to miss a target when it involves shooting. I can stand from a distance out of view while attacking the target. Nobody will see me as I sneak upon them prepared for slaughter. I can hide high up in a tree watching as people sneak around as my eyes lock on the target ready to fire. I never want to miss a target which is why I shoot for hours. The bow is the simplest weapon around, yet when it's placed in the right hands, it can be extremely deadly, and that's what I'm going for.

Codeword: Odair