rodrick benstaloe||d10||finished

appearance- Rodney tells me that I'm one of the cutest people he's ever seen, and he even says that I'm the prettier twin. He says I have hair that wakes up perfect each morning, and bold blue eyes that people can stare into for hours on end. Rodney also compliments my smile. He tells me that I look like I'm an angel that dropped down from heaven. His rowdy angel.

However, when I look in the mirror, my scruffy beard circles around my face, and instead of shaving it off, I keep it there. My height is a fairly short 5'7", and I weigh about one-forty pounds, which can seem a bit underweight, but anyone who isn't rich in Panem is obviously not going to have the sufficient amount of food for a healthy weight. I also fit the common stereotype of a District Ten kid. A cowboy hat the covers right over my bushy eyebrows.

I think of myself as having the perfect body, but honestly there are plenty of people with better builds than me. After my little 'incident', Momma said I didn't have to do work if my head hurt too much, and even if it didn't, I would always say it did. Because in my dreams of my life if I could have awaken, I do no work and can relax all day without someone telling me to get my ass up and work.

personality- I think it's fair to say that I'm a pretty bubbley kind of guy. I can't take things seriously in my dreams, and it shows. Whenever someone tries to say something serious, I cannot help but chuckle. People need to stop growing up and enjoy life. I mean, we aren't gonna get reaped in the Hunger Games unless we think we can. That is the only serious thing people talk about. Oh no! He just died, and I thought he had a chance. Well, maybe he would ave a chance if he believed in luck instead of odds. Odds mean nothin' when you can get your head chopped off within seconds.

Rodney also compliments me on how rambunctious and rowdy in some more private places I can get sometimes. I'm always happy even when I should be sad. "We humans only got one life, so why make it a bummer," that was what I'd always say to those debby downers who can do nothing but cry and whine all day. They aren't gonna be happy if they can't try quit being sad. That's why I'm also a sort of dare devil. I'll try anything that Rodney can do, just to keep up with him. In the life of a twin, being equal is the only median. I love my brother, so I don't try and top him if I don't have to, but I always try to reach his goals, which can get me in a bit of trouble, I guess.

I've never been an honest kid, either. I always lie to make myself seem a bit better than I actually am, but since I'm only dreamin', I can't get in trouble if I don't want to. I'm not too bad at fibbing, either, I can lie straight through mah teeth and most people (who aren't very intelligent) won't even notice that it isn't true. No matter how much they know me, I can always make a new story. They might think it's 'cause I hurt my head, but if they know I'm lyin', they sure ain't telling.



history- My brother and I were always close, or at least, that's what Momma said. My twin brother Rodney was apparently my partner in crime since we were little boys. We're identical, and he always tells me that we were meant to stay together. We were meant to be together. It sounds wrong, but I really wanna be with him, too. He's been my number one supporter, and I couldn't ask for a better friend or a better brother.

Rodney sticks by me almost everywhere we go, and he and I can get a bit rowdy in many different ways, but we mainly keep it to the "bein' idiots" rowdy. But when we went out to do some tricks, like the idiots we are, we messed something up. He told me to do a backflip, and I did it, but I didn't exactly make the full rotation. I landed right on the head, and honestly, I can't tell 'ya what it really felt like because right after I hit my head, all I heard was a violent ringing in my ear. The world began to fade into pitch black, and it hurt like hell.

You're never gonna wake up, Roddy. You're never gonna see Rory or Momma or Daddy or Rodney ever again. And if you do wake up, you're just gonna be in a dream, okay? A dream that you'll never wake up from. You can do what you want, but truly you're only half in charge of this dream. You can do whatever ya' want, and say whatever you want. Now are 'ya ready to wake up? Well, too late, let's start your dreamin'.

My eyes then flickered open, and the rim of my view seemed blurred, just like it always in my dreams. Life seemed normal, and my love for my twin brother Rodney couldn't have grown any larger. He told me that he loves me back, and each night, instead of one of us sleepin' on the floor, we share the bed. And he tells me we both are amazing. And the fun fact is, I love it. I love Rodney Benstaloe, and he loves me, especially when he calls me rowdy roddy.

Whenever Momma or Daddy try askin' me what I was thinking after I hit my head, I always shrug my shoulders and think on. They should know. I'm only dreamin'. They're in my dreams, they're not real anymore. And they can't accept that? They keep on asking, even after my head is pretty much healed. Thank ripred for Rodney cause he's the only one that understands. He's the only one that makes this dream entertaining.



#rodneyxrowdy #twincest

NOTE: Rowdy Roddy only thinks he's dreaming because of what he was imagining when he blakced out, however he is perfectly conscious.