Quade Faiz ; D6 ; READY!

Name: Quade Faiz
Age; 18
Gender: Male
District: 6


Bright red hair covered this young man. Easily kept to a short length around the ears and the back but left to style long on the top, Quade has a sense of fashion that is all his own. The easiest way to deal with the length is to brush it back when it's wet to keep it out of his eyes, as it tends to irritate him. On normal days, he'll style it upward and/or mess it up as to the days approach to him. Very light colored eyebrows and facial hair is a plus for him, but doesn't get to define his face much. With fairly larger than normal ears, he seems to take pride in making sure they are seen. His nose is long and narrow, and pointed toward the end. The nostrils have a flared appearance to them and sometimes, with pursed lips, looks like he's angry.

Body wise, Quade is six foot and a half inch tall without shoes. Lanky appearance, but he carries himself well. This kid may not lift weights or do much physical training, but he is rather fit and is an avid runner and has a need to keep himself in shape. Pale, white complexion with freckles matches the bright red hair that he's been given. His torso is somewhat defined to show how he does try to stay fit. He wears a size 11 shoe. When he was born, he was found to have a condition called, syndactyly, but it only effects the fourth and fifth toe on either foot. It doesn't effect him in any bad way.



Intellectually sound, but he harbors a deep passion for pain and relief. As a kid, he was often teased for a number of reason: his freckles, pale skin, or his webbed toes. With each taunt and tease came an internal pain that he just couldn't figure out how to get over. With his parent's being significantly good with medical supplies and proceedures, he found that he had an easy access into the medicines that his parents would often work with. Morphling was one of them. Although, he didn't feel that just taking them without a physical reason to use them became an obession for him. Quade felt as though he didn't need to take the medications from those that actually needed it when he was healthy, so little by little, he would often do something in order to complain of pain in order to get a bit of relief for his body. The high wouldn't last long enough the more he tried to get it, so the pain he inflicted upon himself became a bit more atrocious and just blamed it on his clumsy nature. Because of this, his pain tolerance levels are high.

On the upside of his startling ways, he's a rather friendly person. He loves to just joke around with anyone that is willing to stick around and keep the jests coming. Helpful and cheerful, people that see him don't think that he would intentionally hurt himself for pleasure. He will more than likely make jest out of his clumsy nature and try to show off in front of others to get a roar of laughter. He's a quick thinking guy and very quiet when he's being sneaky. Quade has a horrible sense of humor when it comes to scaring people and his fun and games usually go as far as slinking around and hiding in the dark to pretending to be seriously injured. His friends are few, but the ones that he has know of his sneaky ways and they don't fall prey to him as often as he'd like.

Quade's love life is non-existant. He feels no need to love or the need to be loved by another person. In all honestly, he feels as though his sexual needs are none and would rather stay single for the rest of his life. When he is approached, he will gently let the person down, refusing to go any further with that person and cutting off all ties with them. Having a person around him that might have a crush on him makes him very self-conscious and he feels like he can't be himself for fear that he is being judged.



In the woods, near the fence of district 6, sits a youth with flame kissed hair. His blue-crystal like eyes studying the metal strips of barbed wired, electrified with every intent to maim and injury any who dare to escape into the outterlands of the unknown. The only ones that truely know what's out there is the capital and the peacekeepers who often patrol these areas, but for once, not a one was in sight as the young man lets his eyes wander off into the abyss of the sky. The clouds are no where in sight and perfect blue skies greet him and the sun's rays of harmful UV starts to burn his skin. Every second, he can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Every moment of heat is welcomed in his mind. His mindset is that heat creates pain and heat makes things boil. It makes things die if left too long.

Finally, after a long while, he feels the need to extricate himself from the burning sun. Sitting up, he flexes his arms slowly; tightened by the heat pulling on his skin. A quaint smile appears on his face and he stands with little to no difficulty. His eyes focuses on the area around him until he eyes something that would be described as something fun. A mesmorizing moment of panic and euphoria seeps through his mind as he nears the tree and as his hands touch the bark, he can already see the next few days that lie ahead of him. Basking in morphling and being tended to has a great way to waste a few days if he ever had a choice. Getting there is only half the fun.

His head turns swiftly, from side to side, to search for any oncomers and with his left foot, he places his first step and launches himself upward to grab the nearest branch of the elder oak. Half way up the tree, breaking branches and footsteps invade his senses and he narrows his eyes out and to the three bodies of white working their way over to where he is in the tree. Fear prickles his skin making him speed up and go faster to reach the safety of the thickest part to conceal himself from sight.

"What are you doing, kid?" The voices rumble out and the sound of cocking guns echo into his mind. A pleasant smile appears on his lips as he automatically can imagine the thought of the painkillers to be given for a gunshot wound, but before he can realize what's going on, the next branch he grabs on to has him aiming for the ground.

Once. Try to grab the branch.

Twice. Freely lets go.

The branches he hits on the way down, slow him enough so that the connection to the ground isn't as bad as it would have been from from how high up he'd gotten. The only words that could pass through his lips was just, "thank you" to the men in white as his eyes closed and he felt himself being over taken by a numbing pain.

At his home, his sister pokes his arm in attempts to wake him up. With glassy eyes, he tilts his head toward her and grins heavily, feeling his body being manipulated by devices and confines. A slight giggle makes him give the young girl a hateful look.

"What's so funny, Amber?" He wonders; curiosity peaking. The little girl, with hair the color of his puts her finger up to her mouth.

"Mom and dad think you're still unconscious, but I know you've been awake for hours. Why do you keep doing this? They think you are going to kill yourself one day with the stunts you try to pull. Why were you running from the peacekeepers?" She asks and pokes the injured relative.

"I wasn't running from them. I was climbing a tree. They made me fall." He tries to convince, but the girl only chews on her lip.

"Yeah, well, as much as you end up being a patient, I've over heard them talking about putting you under a psych evaluation. Are you crazy, big brother?" She grins and makes a silly face.

"No. I'm not crazy and I can't help that I'm clumsy. The damn branch broke on me. Guess, I was falling for gravity." He jokes. "So, what's the damage this time, little sis? Internal injuries? Broken things?"

"You broke your arm. Concussion and bruised ribs. You are not a lucky person, Quade. You need to be more careful. I'm going to get mom and let her know you're awake." She says and moves to leave with Quade watching after her and surveying the damage on his person and the medicine that's taking effect, numbing his body from the pain. His mind floating off into pure bliss as he fully expects himself to waste away on painkillers.

"This is the life."


Specialness: O'Dair