Tobias Miristioma D11 [Done]

Appearance:

Many years of working in the sun has done a number to my skin. I've never been one to burn easy, but I have a darker skin tone, and I love saying it's because of my love for the outdoors. If only my hair wasn't so dark. I like that it's dark, but it gets so hot in the middle of summer with the sun shining down upon it. Maybe it's because of how shaggy it is? I don't know. It's so full of grease, though, and I'm not entirely sure what good it does, but it makes it hard to do anything with. It always looks disgusting and messy, but at least it shields the top of my head from becoming red from the blistering heat. I guess it's a blessing in disguise because it shields my light brown eyes from the sun, but it doesn't do much for my nose. It's large and ugly, and kind of round at the end of it, but I wouldn't change it for my life. A lot of this has become my life.

See, when I was younger, I was in a terrible accident. I had my left arm chopped off while harvesting wheat - we'll get to how it happened later. It bled for ever, and I thought I was going to die, but Kirito, Ikaia, and my younger brother, Iain, were there to save me. I hate how lopsided I looked without the arm. I couldn't even work in the fields to provide for my family anymore. Ma and Pa worked all the time, and it left us hungry for the longest time. We couldn't afford the basic survival needs. It's made me skinny. I can count my ribs easily. I feel like I'm just a piece of skin placed horribly on my skeleton. My face has sunken in a lot. I completely let myself go. I didn't clean myself up or anything. Dirt cakes against my skin. It's stuck in my cracked nails. It's all over my face.

But my life changed when Kirito won the games. I was finally able to a prosthetic arm. It's so amazing what all I can do, but it's definitely going to take a lot to get used to. I've cleaned myself up again, and I've started taking care of myself once more. It's amazing what a little bit of hope can do for a person because without hope nobody stands a chance in the harsh world we live in.

Personality:

After I lost my arm, I had no hope left in life. None at all. It was impossible to go on with each and every day knowing that my brother was starving. I wanted to protect him because he's my entire life. Watching him suffer made me feel like I was suffering. I was useless and worthless because I couldn't do anything for him. All I did was mope around like it was the end of the world because that's definitely what it felt like. I wanted to die because I had nothing worth living for. Death felt so much more bearable than the pain I lived through each and every day. I thought so many times of killing myself, and taking myself away from the world, yet I found the strength that was needed to carry on. Iain needed me. Ma and Pa needed me. And when I figured out I was needed, I became a stronger person. I couldn't, and I wouldn't let this hold me down.

I care about those around me. I try to be gentle around people because harsh words can only push people further and further away. I try to use my brain to make decisions because they're important in life. When I finally came around, I became more of a family oriented man. I would do anything to keep my family living even it if it meant my death. Ma and Pa were such hard workers, and I had to help them somehow, and that meant doing something else with my life. I found I enjoy helping those around me. I give them a piece of hope so they can hold during the darkest of times because everyone falls, and I firmly believe that instead of kicking them while they're down, I should reach down and try to help them back up. I needed the help, and I know what it's like to journey through such a horrible storm, and if it wasn't for my friends and family, I wouldn't be here today. It's an easy outlook on life because each person is only on the earth for a selected amount of time. Might as well make the best of it.

Putting others before myself became a priority. People had given me so much during the horrible times, that I want to give back. If I see a person starving, I try to give them a bite to eat despite it not being much. It's a humbling experience to hold the hand of a person as they cry because they weren't sure where their next meal was coming from. I don't have much. I've never been able to give much to people, but time is all that's needed. It allows me to get to know them on a much deeper level. Looking into their eyes, I can see the pain, and I know that they're broken, and all I can tell them is that I'm going to do what I can to make their life just a tiny bit better in this cruel world we live in. I hate that the Capitol doesn't care enough about us to help us all out. If I can shine the light for those in my district, maybe one day I can make a difference for the entire world. I am building my legacy, and I want to die as a person who has given to those who were in need. I don't want to be remembered for stomping on people while they were down. Even the thought of that makes me cringe

History:

One of the first things I remember in life was when my younger brother, Iain was born. I'll never forget the excitement that coursed through my veins when I looked into his eyes for the first time. I made a silent vow to him that I would protect him despite not being much older than him. It was shortly after my third birthday. Ma and Pa kept saying they had a surprise for me, but they wouldn't tell me. I'll never forget when Pa sat me down beside him, and he placed my brother in my arms for the first time. It was then that the brotherly bond was formed, and I knew that I couldn't let anyone hurt him. I couldn't let nobody bully him or anything. It was my job to protect him. Even as he was growing up, and he spent a lot of time gathering plants with Ikaia. I always stood in the distance watching making sure that he was alright. Iain knows more about plants than I'll ever know, but one thing I also learned was first aid. It was nice being able to help people when they were injured. Stitching their wounds together with ragged needles and crappy thread became fun. I only enjoyed it more after I lost my arm.

I was harvesting crops with a bunch of others. People were slinging scythes back and forth chopping the tops of the crops down. I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I just knew I heard people screaming as something had just happened. I kept my grip on my own scythe, but I didn't watch where I put my arm, and one of the guys I was with wasn't watching either. He was focused on the screaming. I'll never forget the feeling of the blade digging into my arm as liquid fire shot through my veins. I'll never forget the feeling of my bone snapping falling away from the rest of my body dropping lifeless on the ground beside me. I'll never forget the amount of blood that was pouring from my veins and arteries as the guy wrapped his shirt around the stump of an arm as he tied it tighter with each passing second. His apologetic words rang through my ears until I finally passed out from the pain. It was much worse than any pain I had ever experienced before. What I remember next was waking up on the floor of a house with Kirito standing over top of me working his magic while Ikaia and my younger brother ran inside holding handfuls of plants. Those three and the man who caused this accident saved my life.

The only worse pain I ever felt was watching Kirito go through the games. The pain the games caused was more of an emotional pain, but someone had to be strong because Ikaia was falling apart. The way he looked every time I saw him. Wear and tear was getting to him, and I had to take it upon myself to be strong for everyone in the family. I always knew that Ikaia and Kirito had a bond that I wouldn't ever understand, but watching him fall apart as his twin journeyed through the arena tore through my body. It made me ache for them because there wasn't a thing I could do for him. I couldn't tell him to hold on because Kirito could win. I couldn't tell him to not give up because he was doing that by himself. He was slowly falling apart, and it was making me fall apart, and every time Iain laid eyes on me, I saw the tears sliding down his face, and I knew I had to be strong. I had to keep myself strong for everyone else. And then he won, and he returned home with more money than I have ever seen in my entire life. His money helped me. It got me an arm. It's not the same as my real arm, but this prosthetic arm has turned my world around. I just hope that, at least for now, that the family is safe because I don't know what I would do without them.