Ragnar Lothbrok D2 (Done)

Name: Ragnar Lothbrok
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District: 2
Career

Appearance:

Why do you want to know what I look like? It doesn't matter because I'll be the last person you ever see alive, but if you want to know, I will tell you. Hopefully this will make you leave me alone because I will warn you, I don't want to be one of those handsome males you see walking down the street. Well, here it goes. My height isn't anything to brag about, but I stand six foot three inches tall. I've seen people taller than me, and it makes me angry, but nothing can change it. I am an extremely fit person because I am always training for the games. Last time I checked, I weigh about one hundred eighty pounds; most of that is muscle. I break my body every single day building it back up to make it stronger. However to some I appear sick. I feel great, but I have been told a few times that I look sick. Well I know what I look like. Criticism will just push me harder.

A few words used to describe me is ugly. It's hard being handsome when my entire life is devoted to training for the games. My skin tone is extremely pale about the color of a sheet of paper because I'm never in the sun. Dark circles surround my life brown eyes from the lack of sleep where I'm always training. Ugly black eyebrows sit above my eyes, and I must say they are the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Maybe it's my whole face. My lips are tiny compared to the rest of my face. I hate it, but nothing will change it at all. A prominent jawline curves into my chin which is covered by scruffy facial hair. I don't have time to make myself look pretty. My goal is to have looks that could kill if it was possible not to make people love me. I'm known infamously for my little and seemingly frail physique, appearing sick most of the time, much to my dismay. However, you will rethink your view on me whenever my clenched fist cracks across your jaw or nails your solar plexus, or even when I lunge at you with teeth bared, saliva dripping off my chin in a rabid manner, aiming to bite and harm with a honed predatory instinct.


Personality:

The strong survive as the weak perish. This is the way of things. If someone is upset about a friend or family member dying in the games well they're hypocrites. They want that person to live at the expense of others. How I wish my fists would shut the complainers up. I'm not looking for friendship. I seek to push the boundaries of morality. If I'm to become a cold blooded killer because of my training, I want to go all the way. If I hesitate killing a friend or sibling, then my goal is lost. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and family. Its just if I'm going in the games, I need to be prepared to kill anyone including alliance members. There is no room for compassion in my heart. The games compel me to rip out my heart and replace it with something more sinister. I'm sick of seeing kindness and mercy.

I'm afraid of those things though. I want to become heartless, but it's not easy getting rid of those emotions. Even in training when I have fights practically won, I will have a moments hesitation because I feel mercy for hurting someone. What I really need is to be left alone. It sickens me to feel compassion. What I need is to rid myself of the kinder side of me. Sadistic, brutality, and cruelty is what I want to be described as. If anyone gets in the way of stopping me from becoming the man I aim to be, then there will be problems. I don't care about the good things in life. Growing up to marry and have a kid doesn't interest me. Being reaped and killing does. That is what I was born for. Transforming from what would be considered a normal person to that of someone more sadistic in nature will be my ultimate goal.

Pride. If you had to describe me in one word that would do it. Why shouldn't I be proud? I have the power, training, and the looks. I'd like to think people look at me and see someone they should be like. No wonder my brother tried to be like me. He always did try to imitate everything I did. Instead he turned out to be a failure. I do not want a failure for a brother. If I could mold him in to a younger version of me well I would try. Instead it would be interesting to see him in the games. Call me cruel if you must, but getting rid of my brother through the games would be beneficial to me. I wouldn't have someone staining the Lothbrok name. I'm much too concerned with how I appear in the eyes of fellow careers to bother myself with family. In fact, I want Cade to die. That way the Lothbrok name will be carried on by someone who can handle the pressure.

History:

As if telling my history matters, but I suppose spilling the beans won't hurt. You see my family is the stereotypical "career" family. Rich with a moderate amount of power in the district. Well I don't give a shit about any of that. What good is that stuff when it's not usable for the games. My little brother Cade oh how I wish he'd stop bugging me. He always bugged me as I grew up with him. Always asking for questions and advice. That is until I fought him. The twerp didn't know what was coming. Gave him a gash on the face with a sword. Thankfully I don't have to deal with Cade anymore. My parents didn't like me injuring him so now I live with my uncle who isn't right in the head. Doesn't matter what house I call home though considering I practically live in the training academy.

My annoyance with Cade started around two years ago. He saw me training with fire. To him it was something scary, yet seeing me play with it like it was a toy brought him to worship me. Following me around started to anger me a lot. I'm not responsible for someone like Cade. If I had my way, Cade would be dead. I'm sick and tired of him. After striking him with a sword, he left me alone. After that my parents kicked me out. They claim to love me, but after that fiasco its more of a lie to maintain they fakeness in the district. Now I'm stuck with my uncle who happens to be an idiot. Still he can be useful. With my parents, I couldn't stay out all night to train like a man possessed. With my uncle, I come home whenever I feel like it. In essence I'm using the man for food and shelter until I move out.

Recently though despite the grievances in the family my parents want to make up. They hate seeing the family torn apart due to my actions, but honestly it Cade drove me to teach him that lesson. You don't just follow someone around. The last time they came to the house, I yelled at them to go away. To me family isn't so important anymore. I have everything I need at the training academy. Maybe having no one to support me will bite me in the ass eventually, but who needs family. I'm alone and that's just the way I like it. If becoming the envy of everyone means losing what little humanity I have then so be it. I'm officially an outcast from my family. Pain is temporary - pride is forever.

Codeword: Jonas < Odair >