Flint Meinhardt {D1 // CB}
Sept 13, 2017 17:54:40 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Sept 13, 2017 17:54:40 GMT -5
Flint Meinhardt
District One
Sixteen
Male
The blind believe I look like a spitting image of my old Brother, simply due to our light-colored locks and glimmering eyes – the majority of the District must be collapsing to blindness. A darker hue of gold shades my hair, while a more platinum appeal glistens my Brother’s. Dark green paints my irises, as a capturing blue radiates from my Brother’s. A similar height and disciplined muscles may compare us alike, but it’s evident that he’s been graced with more of the attractive genetics. Fortunately for myself, I grade our physical charm based on the number of women that join each of our beds… which has me winning by far. And with our vague similarities in display, we even further oppose internally.
Calling myself laidback is an understatement. From earliest memories, I’ve been trained in violent beauty, labeled as being a Career – which may very well be the death of me one day. Surely, I’m as dedicated to the practice as any other, as strong as the elite, but even the highest skilled have fallen to their demise once within in a Game. And death even looms outside of the Games, nor judges the ages he may bite for. Why not enjoy life while it’s still available? Destruction doesn’t frighten me, while missing an opportunity definitely does.
There’s little doubt that my Brother probably despises our parents’ scarce hours to raise us; while I relish in the freedom it provides. They struggle to breach us into the wealthy class of society, leaving me with endless chances to do what I please. Training, drinking, and sleeping with glorious females is all I crave to do. Our parents would punish my irresponsibility if they were more present to know of it, and that just sounds dull.
