conchobhar sawyer • district two • fin

C o n c h o b h a r S a w y e r

He counts down the number of reasons to continue on his breaths, the ones that seem useless as they fight against the question of if they're needed in this world or not. He clutches his knuckles inside his hands, looking down at himself. He was a trainer at the academy for those who wish to become as strong as they wish to prepare for the Hunger Games, where the chances of falling into the trap of those games are very low. Conchobhar, or also known as Conch, taught those who rested themselves into his class how to keep themselves from being hit too hard. Conch is the Self-Defense teacher, and he finds himself talking to his students a lot despite how lonely he feels in life.

The male has brown hair and stubble, a beard to grow from him most of the time due to the just plain old laziness of trying to shave most of the time. He is too busy counting his worthless breaths as there is nobody for him to love care enjoy life with; no partner in crime, no person that makes him enjoy life. His brown eyes are normally warm and welcoming, though if one were to study them closely you could see that they're filled with loneliness as they've never experienced the emotions of joy.

He sighs as there is no dancing with love in sigh for him, for there is no game of love he has played in the thirty-eight years he had lived. He has never had a taste of it, more or so people never give him the chance due to the rude aroma he gives off of himself.

Conch has learned that there is no second chances in this world, no happiness unless faced by a devil's work.