Laken Arbor :||: D8 :||: CB#3 :||: FIN

Laken Arbor, District Eight

     Laken was hard to the core. He may only stand at the height of 5"7', but he made up fro it with strength. He was use to having to carry large rugs and carpets, that his mother had made. She always seemed to make them large, and thick. So in order to carry them on his shoulder he had to build up some kind of muscle. His father wasn't around, he found a liking in another women, and left his mother at a young. Laken wasn't the most attractive of guys. He had long mop like brunet hair, and a large brow line. His jaw was wide and chiseled. His forehead was speckled with facial blemishes.  

  He loved his mother, who was his only family. And he respected her deeply. He didn't like to waste his time with people who were meaningless to his or his mothers well being. He was selfish, only wanting to benefit him or his mother. But maybe that wasn't a bad trait, for he would be more capable of handling whatever this world will throw at him. He preferred himself and his mother, in a kindly little cabin, away from the rest of the world. 
  

  He was raised with care and joy, but he was left alone a lot as a child. His mother was raising him alone, and she had to go to the district square to sell rugs. This gave him plenty of time to use his imagination. He missed out when it came to playing with the next door kids. But he watched them play, and he made his own fun. He would give all of the children names, and pretend that he was out there. This thought of loneliness frightened him. He never wanted to feel that alone again.

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