Xantiago 'Tiago' Ozlimario | Peacekeeper {FIN}

I knew that, in becoming a Peacekeeper, I'd be doing the community I lived in a significant amount of good. District Six was a nice, peaceful place. I truly enjoyed most of the people there, even if there were the occasional, rotten people who were basically street rats, thieves and other criminals. I take pride in my work, keeping the District free of the wrongdoing that the worst sorts of people seem to like to cause havoc with. It makes me feel like a valuable person, which is something I never felt like in my years of youth.

My parents were beyond strict. They would hit me and scream at me if I did something wrong. Their degrading comments made me feel like I was worthless. I felt as if I'd never be successful. I suppose that what my parents did to me motivated me to protect others as a Peacekeeper. That's why I decided to start at a Peacekeeper academy and eventually earned the position of one myself. Now, it's pretty much all my life is.

Of course, it's difficult for Peacekeepers to have much more of a life than their work, as we're forbidden to get married and start families of our own. Although I'm not exactly allowed to have children, however, I do have one. She was... a bit of an accident. I had met a lovely woman in the District one night and things ended up going further than I expected. Before I knew it, nine months later, I had a beautiful daughter brought into the world. The woman I'd had this child with, however, passed away when giving birth. Now, my daughter lives with one of my sisters, Maria, as I'm not allowed to keep her in my household. It's against the rules of being a Peacekeeper, unfortunately.

Sure, they could have taken my daughter away from me and put her into some sort of orphanage or foster care system, but my superiors seemed to actually agree with my reasoning as to why I should be able to let my sister take care of her. I have more than enough money to be able to take care of her, and I'm a loving individual, but, since I'm not allowed to care for her myself, I was able to convince them to keep her in the family, at the very least. I'd never let any harm come to her, and I'm sure that she'd be better off living a life knowing who her biological father is, as I do get to see her from time to time, rather than living a life where she knows no one until she gets adopted by an unknown family. I'd never get the chance to see her if that were the case, and I couldn't let that happen.

As the years have gone by, my beautiful daughter is now sixteen years old. She's my pride and joy, even though I truly don't get to see her as often as I would like to. My work as a Peacekeeper would be a close second to the amount of love I have for her. I adore my job, keeping balance in the District. Although, it is quite difficult on reaping days, having to contain the rowdy crowds that are in the District Square for the reaping each year. I hate to see them walk up to the stage when their name is called, or when they volunteer to take the place of another. It's like it leaves a hole in my heart, because I could only imagine what I would feel if it were my own child. Regardless, I have to keep a straight face, stay confident and never give in to my emotions. It's a tough job, being a Peacekeeper, but it's worth it.

I look a lot like my father did when he was alive. Even if my parents were strict and a bit abusive towards me at times, I still loved them and cared about them, at least a little bit. I don't think I could ever truly separate myself from them entirely, even though they've both passed on at this point. My father and I had the same, well groomed facial hair and somewhat larger body type. His skin tone matched mine, too- slightly tanned and not exceedingly pale. We even have the same, dark hair color. My brown eyes, however, match that of what my mother had. Both of my parents are gone, now, though, and I remain as the one in the family who most physically resembles what they once looked like.

My siblings don't look as much like my parents as I do. Although my sister looks more like my mother when it comes to her physical face shape, she has a different hair and eye color. She's blonde, tall and has blue eyes, where as my mother was rather short with different colored hair and eyes than her. I care deeply about my siblings, as we all got along very well as kids. There are four of us- Maria, Bella, Samson and myself. I'm personally the largest of the lot, physically, and also the most damaged, both emotionally and physically. I have many scars littering my body from my work as a Peacekeeper, whereas they all have much more tame forms of employment that have kept them safe from harm.

I'm also much more mentally damaged than the siblings that I have. I've seen a lot more than them. I see the faces of the tributes who are chosen when I tell them that their time with their family is up. I keep watch in the District Square during the viewings of the Games, only to be emotionally wounded as I see people crying over their loved ones dying on the screen before them. I wish I could say something to them, but, despite my kind and caring tendencies, I have to show a tough outer shell when I'm working. The world can't see my soft side when I'm in that uniform.

Family is the most important thing to me in life, which I suppose, makes it rather ironic that I decided to become a Peacekeeper, as we're truly not supposed to have families. Regardless, I'd do absolutely anything to protect my daughter and my siblings, as I couldn't stand seeing them be in harm's way. I will do anything to help them, even if it jeopardizes my career. Although, I also am aware that the day may sometime come that my daughter is selected for the Hunger Games. If that were to happen, I have no idea what I'd do if I were on the job at the time. I wouldn't be able to act out or stop it. I'd just have to watch as my love left my arms, helpless.

Now I just have to hope that she stays safe.

That's my true assignment.