asher | d4 | finished

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My nose is pretty big, if you ask me, but there is something about it that I just love so much. It covers most of my face, but I think it just looks right on me, like it was supposed to be there. My hair is usually in my eyes after I had taken a good nice wash in the ocean. It is a nice light brown color. When I am not in the ocean, my hair is usually combed upward with my seaweed brush I made. My lips are thin, and a little long with a nice pink color to them. My ears are small, and sometimes tucked behind my hair, but mostly they are showing getting hit by the breeze. I can bench about 175 lbs, and I can do 100 push-ups in a row. As you can imagine, I'm fit, I train for the games, so I have good stamina, and I can pick up a lot of weight. I have a pale kinda tan skin tone, weird for someone in district 4 who is in the sun almost everyday.

I usually wear tank-tops, and my fathers old khaki shorts, with some homemade shoes that my mother crafted for me. I wear clothes that are comfortable in the heat, and are good to sleep, eat, and swim in. I have big, burly hands for my age. I have a lot of hair on my body, not just on my head. My legs are covered in hair, and so are my arms. If I wasn't me, I would have mistaken myself for an wild boar, without tusks.



I am your typical career, I am arrogant and I think I'm all that, and I do. I can't help the way I feel about myself, when I'm training I feel like i'm the king of the world, and I will conquer it. I am a hypocrite, I don't like people who do that to us, but I do it to other people. I just feel that way. I like to pick on people weaker than me, It's just a phase, I hope. I don't like putting people under the bus for my greater good. I don't like it, but I do it so the other careers don't see me as a coward. I trust only the people that I think are strong and trustworthy, and I talk to them the most. I usually avoid the ones that I think would back stab me the moment that have a chance to.

I stand off, when I think that nobody would be jealous, or think that I'm just doing it for the attention, most of the time I just try to blend in with the crowd, and don't attract to much attention. I do get into fights often though. I get into fights with people who bully me or my friends for no reason, I attack them, and their friends come to help them than my friends come to help me, than a war between us happens until someone stops us. They always blame it on us when someone picks up by our collars and throws us in the principals office. They always make it seem that we started it, they were antagonizing us, that is always what I tell them, but they never believe us.

When I strive for a goal, and I'm not able to get to it, I usually get up and try again, and again to accomplish it. It usually doesn't work for me. I usually have to give up after a week of trying to accomplish my goal. It sounds bad that I am not able to complete a goal that I strive for, but not everything will work out for you in life. Many people call me stubborn, because I don't allow people to change my opinions on things, persuasive people just don't work on me, unless they are hot, pretty girls, it usually doesn't work. I don't just agree to stop an argument, I continue my case, and I won't move until they believe what I was making my case against.



I was born to two fishmongers who were poor, but could handle our family. Ever since I was a baby, we never had enough to eat, but we made do with what we had. It wasn't much, but it was something. My parents said I was a beautiful baby, they said they couldn't ask for a better one. They took me on the ocean, since I was to young to be home by myself. They taught me how to swim at a very young age, and I could also fish at a young age. I couldn't ask for parents better than they were. I loved them with all the love in my heart, my whole life I didn't love them any less than I did the day I was born.


At 3 years old, is when my father started teaching me how to swim, I wasn't very good at first, but the longer I was taught, I got better and better, and I finally could swim on my own at the age of 4. I swam everyday in the ocean, fishing with my parents, and going to the market to sell the fish. A few months after I learned to swim on my own, my mother started to teach me how to fish. Like swimming, I wasn't good at first, but the longer I learned, the better I got. It took a lot longer than swimming to finish, It was about a year and two months to complete fishing. It took a while, but it was worth it. My parents got a lot more done when I was helping them, even at such a young age. My mother also gave birth to my younger sister, Millie when I was 5.


7 years old, is when I wanted to compete in the games, my parents thought I was crazy, they didn't want me to go in, and have a chance to die. I want to go into the games, to have a chance to bring glory to my family is really hard to pass up, but if I die I would leave my parents with Millie. I would feel terrible, where ever you die, I would kill myself over and over again. I help my parents with taking care of Millie, and that lets them go out and support the family, without having to take me and Millie, and distract them from working.

10, is when I got into my first fight. I was with my friends, and these kids just came up and started hitting my friend. So I punched them in the face. Even though we lost the fight, my parents were happy that I stood up for my friends, instead of just being a bystander. They didn't reprimand me, which i think they should of, since my sister got a lot of ideas from that moment. I kept on getting away with it, when I tell them I was standing up from somebody, even when I wasn't. I don't like to be punished, so I lied to not be in trouble, looking on my life at 18, I wish that I didn't lie, because it influenced my sister to do things that aren't good for her.

12, the most boring part of my life. I just did not do much at that age. It was my first reaping. That was the only part of this age. I was super scared. I didn't get picked, even though I really wanted to. I kept on wondering If I died, what would my family do? It scared me that if I got reaped, my family would suffer, and mourn over me, and not get anything done. It scared the hell out of me. I was just happy that I got spared that year and I got to stay with my family.

14, The age when my parents finally put me in the career academy. They considered the chance that I might be reaped and they wanted me to have a chance to get out of there and get home to them. I liked it there it was fun, and I learned how to fight. I excelled at swords. I loved them. I loved killing the dummies with the sword, I take pleasure in seeing there stuffed heads flying off. 16, I got my first girlfriend at this age. I loved her with all my heart, but she dumped me for some stupid cocky, jock full of ego, and himself.

18, The age I am now. I just have to survive another couple reapings and I will be safe. I will be free from being reaped. I would not leave my family to be some corpse in an arena. I don't want that to happen to me, or Millie. It would really hurt our family. It would hurt us, and we would spend our time mourning, while were starving ourselves.

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