ctibor belhaven ♣ fin

"Definitely." His parents had said with a grin while staring down to their only daughter, the only girl of her generation to ever be born upon the Kings. He always saw her as small, weak, however her personality definitely would not show weak as she had grown older in front of his eyes while he had grown too. A smile had grown upon his face whenever she had challenged someone, it was a simple concept that she loved. Seeming large, seeming powerful. He would look down at her as an infant, all tied up in some piece of cloth while her parents had adored her with whatever they could adore her with. Definitely, she'd be the one that made all their hopes and dreams come true, their hopes and dreams of having a successful child that they could brag about.

As they grew up, the girl that was so small and weak never showed a weak and small personality as she grew in ideas. The girl was fascinated by the Games, a tradition held by the Capitol to show that they're in power, not the puny little Districts that knew nothing of respect or decency. Some victors weren't that bad, they had cleaned their act up quickly in order to keep the Capitol in favor of them and not grow suspicious of their likes and intentions. The girl that he grew up with as always looking down at her with a smirk upon his face, knowing, or well assuming that she'd be nothing interesting of their life.

Though as she grew into her teen years and became more aware of what she wanted to do, always speaking about how she wanted to become a part of those Games and how they run, to be a Gamemaker and make the whole entire country see what she had the capability to do. Ctibor had started to believe those thoughts. Each time she grew more in confidence, the older she grew and the more bigger ideas was starting to boil inside of her head made him start to rethink his choices in life, a small, weak girl was definitely not lying inside the bones of her body. Someone with power. Someone with the capability to create an arena and kill multiple others with the ideas that filled her mind. With the devious smile she owned with her shining white teeth that said that she was powerful.

It was definite in that fact as she now holds up the job she has wanted ever since she was young, in which Ctibor has turned into acting like one of those parents that seem to take all the credit for their doing and bright ideas. Whenever they mentioned his sister that he was proud of, after all the years of the brothers shoving her away, into the dirt and always turning their backs towards her whenever she tried to join into their games, in which now all of that might seem quite embarrassing since she is playing far much more entertaining games than they. The male would chuckle at himself whenever he thought of his younger years, the years where he thought he'd end up being much more powerful than her.

Due to his sister, he's grown to have high expectations for whoever he lays his eyes on that finds the interest of them. They must be successful, they must be great. Those who he finds himself looking at are automatically judged due to their smile and face at that current time. Are they determined? Are they worried, anxious? All of those factors play in his game of judgement. He only services those who seem to be powerful, he wants to make the most money he can get, after-all. The male is also very stubborn, when he wants something he'll get it or he'll either call upon one of his twenty-nine male cousins or just get his sister to knock some sense into them, which really she'd probably prefer knocking some sense into him rather than them.

When he was a youngling, probably in his first few years of schooling, there was a boy at his lunch table that had this really delicious cookie. All his parents had packed him was some lame juice box and a sandwich with turkey, lettuce and mayonnaise. He also had an apple. The other one seemed to be really interested in the cookie, so he had to get a good deal going, steal it, or have to watch the most delicious looking thing on earth disappear in front of his eyes. So, Ctibor had decided to try and be nice and if that didn't work it seemed that he'd have to take the torch of the Belhaven legacy and threaten him for it. Ctibor asked for the cookie, the other said no. He offered his apple instead, the other still said no. Why wouldn't the other give him the cookie?! The male found it an awfully reasonable trade, and when the other still declined he decided to pull the old Belhaven trick. Looking around for any of the others, he'd turn back towards the male with the cookie and slapped it out of his hand. The other would make a fuss as he quickly took the cookie, placing it into his lunchbox and looking at the older lady as she came over to them to inspect the problem.

He flashed a quick smile to the other as she turned towards him, asking about the whole entire cookie problem. Ctibor said no, but the rats that had been sitting around him decided to turn him in. They're such losers. It felt like he had a grudge on them for the rest of the year as he'd take the cookie out and lean over the table to give it to the other, but he'd "accidentally" drop it in one of the other kids drinks. He got sent to the office, but he didn't care.

Ctibor wanted that cookie, and if he wouldn't get it, nobody would.

At thirty-two years old, the male stands at six feet tall and weighing 243 pounds, quite a bit of it being muscle due to the job he owns- he works at a strip club, which none of his family members know about and he preferred it to stay that way. He has light brown hair that can be noticed easily, along with brown eyes that almost seem to be a hazel or dark green. The male seems to always a really confident and cocky vibe coming from him with the usual smirk placed upon his face.

The male has bigger ears than most, making him like wearing hoods a lot that would cover them. His voice is somewhat deep, he speaks that way normally too as he wants to seem overpowering and that people shouldn't really question if they should talk to him because he'll decide if he wants to talk to them. If they aren't attractive, commanding or anything else close to that they're a no-go. He only wants the relevant people, which probably don't include you.