Sandor Clane D2 [done]

Name: Sandor Clane
Age: 17
District: 2
Career

Appearance:

I stand just shy of six foot tall. I have some muscles, but they're nothing to brag about. I do work out a lot, and I train, but I don't feel like ripping my shirts every time I stretch. On the left side of my face, I have terrible burn scars. It makes me sick just looking at my own reflection. I don't take it as a battle scar because it isn't something I'm proud of. It almost cost me my vision in my left eye. I try to cover it up as much as I can, but it's impossible to hide. My dark hair isn't long enough, but I plan on letting it grow out. I have scruffy facial hair because I want to keep a rough appearance. It steers people away from me, at least I hope. I want people to look at me and be like, oh I don't want to mess with him.

My eyes are light brown, and I have bags that sit beneath them. They stand out on my pale skin, but they're nothing to hide. Many nights I force myself to sleep with my eyes open because I'm afraid of what could happen. My ears are different sizes. The left ear is tinier than the right one. I guess it's from the fire. Beats me. I have a large nose, and full lips. I try not to smile because it has the potential of giving away the idea that I am weak. I want people to see me as strong, and as a person who is a force to reckon with. My voice is deep. I've heard that it doesn't match my appearance, but that's fine with me. I try to wear clothing that looks nice, but sometimes it's just best to run around in ragged looking clothes. Either of them is fine with me.

Personality:

Morals mean nothing when it comes to fighting. I have learned that sometimes I have to push them away in order to become a strong, brutal fighter. Honesty, respect, loyalty. All of them have an important impact on life, but if I was in the middle of the hunger games, and I needed to betray an ally, I would. I'm not afraid to cross over to the dark side if it means bettering myself. I know the difference between right and wrong, and I know that sometimes I just have to do what I can to get by. I may weigh the thought for a moment, I may think about my actions, but in the end my life comes first. But I won't fight to kill someone unless I have a reason to, and normally I prefer the legal ways. One day, when I'm old enough, I plan on becoming a peacekeeper because it'll give me the chance to search for those who cross the line, and I can quench any thirst for blood I ever had.

I fight my own battles, and I don't need anyone's help. Sometimes when I have nothing else to do, I'll run through the training center's mocking the younger children trying to learn to become careers. It's a fun way to distract myself from the world lingering around. But I also get a laugh when they cower in fear. I may not be the strongest man. I may not have the muscles of my brother, but I can make people's lives a living hell. I've learned the hard way to never let my guard down. That I can't just take things that aren't mine. I long to become stronger. I long to prove that I am worthy of wearing a crown fit for a king, but I'm not a king. I'm just a man trying to live in a world without anyone telling me what I can and can't do.

I don't have a complete disregard for the laws of the land, but if someone came up to me and punched me in the face, I'm going to return the action tenth fold. I don't care what happens to me. It's best to just leave me alone, and stay away. I'll get vengeance no matter the cost, and I can promise it won't be pretty. Don't set my temper off. Don't give me a reason to become an enemy. While I don't purposely set out to destroy those who are my enemy, I'll find ways to make them wish they were never born. As long as one doesn't come at me with a flame thrower or something. Fire is one of my worse fears. I never want to be around it. It makes me nervous, and it makes me remember the worst day of my entire life. My brother caught me playing with a toy. Something he threw away, and the consequences were dire. I'm just glad that people saw it happening. Otherwise I may be dead. But I am alive, and nobody should mess with me. Just be warned.

History:

I grew up always trying to outdo my brother. It never felt like much because I kept to myself away from him as I couldn't stand his terrible ways. He was much more of a fighter while I was nothing more than a lowlife career trying to make a name for myself. And I succeeded. I'll never be stronger than him, and I'll never harm anyone who doesn't deserve it - everyone is innocent until proven guilty. I fight to show that I don't care what others say about me. But it all started when I was younger while I was playing alone all by myself with nobody around to find me. My brother had thrown away a toy he no longer wanted to play with, and for whatever reason it set him off, and he almost killed me. Thankfully people weren't far away, and they saved my life by pulling him away. I don't know if I love him or if I hate him. We are bound together by blood, but that doesn't mean anything anymore. We're too different. While my brother harms people for the fun of it, I want to go about it the legal way which is why when I get older, I dream of becoming a peacekeeper.

I've always admired the peacekeepers and how they work. The way they control people. The way they punish those who've done wrong. It's all apart of life. I want to fight beside them because I feel like I am worthy of wearing that title. I'll protect the civilians who do no wrong, and I'll arrest those who do. Which is why I spend as much time as possible inside the training center fighting for what I believe is right. I watched Jaime try to compete in the games. He was weak, but some part of me mourned for him when he died. Why, I'm not exactly sure, but I guess it comes with district two failing over and over again since the sixty-third games. Perhaps one day a crown will be worn by someone from home. I thought Circe would bring it home after she volunteered. She was stronger. Braver. But she fell short of the prize like many had done before. It's a shame if you ask me. I've always watched how hard these people train. I watch how the group of misfits run around together. Together we should dominate, but it seems nobody does.

As for me? I'll shield people. I'll keep them alive for as long as they're needed. And one day I'll prove that I'm more than a mere ant beneath my brother's foot. I'll prove that I am strong because someone has to take him off his high horse. But I know it won't be easy. So I'll keep training, and I'll keep defending those he goes after, and maybe one day he'll learn that nothing stands between us. He's on the other side of the spectrum. It's black and white. There isn't an in between. It's teaching me to grow. I do what I can in school. I learn what needs to be done. I'm ready to enter into that peacekeepers academy when I become old enough. But I have to survive a couple more reapings. Maybe one day I can be a bodyguard of President Snow himself. It's a nice goal, and I'll try to achieve it. Kill anyone who opposes him. It'll be fun because it's legal that way, and it'll give me the perfect chance to prove to my brother that I am stronger than he thinks I am.