Odius Gallostone, Peacekeeper, District 11

Odius' most prominent features are his extremely pale complexion and light blonde, almost white-ish, hair. These are two of the traits that have helped earn him the infamous nickname "The Ghoul". As military personnel he keeps said hair trimmed short, almost directly to his scalp. His facial hair is also no exception with the man taking on a similarly clean-shaven appearance. Beneath all the stubble he does possess a few small scars here and there, all resulting from spars he participated in during training. Despite the more outrageous fashion trends in the Capitol he so greatly admires he does not possess any of those features himself. If anything, he prefers simplicity as it does not contrast with his stern and disciplined militaristic nature.

Of course, as one would expect from a professional trained military man he is also firmly built. He is muscular and fit, and standing at over six feet his height is nothing to sneeze at either. Even when not outfitted in full uniform he remains intimidating to most based on sheer size alone. One would not even suspect a rougher side that left him with several scars, some rather deep, across his torso region. Some remain from training while others formed as result of certain incidents in the Districts.

His manner of speaking remains surprisingly fitting for a man of his stature as well. As expected he speaks in a rather harsh and straight forward way. He can be crude, but he gets directly to the point without sugarcoating a single thing. His voice itself possesses a sharp edge that can seemingly cut through anything, striking fear into those who hear it. This is especially true while he is angered.

On the surface Odius is a cold and imposing man. Fiercely loyal to the Capitol, he will make it known when he believes somebody to have broken any of the sacred laws of Panem. Yes, absolutely sacred, leaving him with no qualms with carrying out the designated punishments for each one. He even takes pleasure in doing so, arguably to the point of excess. His beloved country that has nurtured him into the strong passionate man he is today is not to be pushed around in any way. He likes to believe that others feel the same way, but like many he senses the flames of rebellion igniting in citizens all across District 11. He ultimately hopes to extinguish it before it spreads, consuming everything in its path. That simple fact alone has made him unusually strict in recent months, even by his own standards.

Perhaps completely unsurprising is the fact the man is widely feared within the District he rules over with an iron fist. It has earned him a fair share of mockery and scorn from civilians, most notably the nickname of "The Ghoul" that stems from both his brutal methods and his pale almost phantom-like appearance. One knows better than to use it in direct contact with the man, however, as justice is bound to be swift.

Another unsurprising trait of the man is his sense of duty and discipline. If he is given a task then he eagerly completes it to the best of his ability. This perhaps partially stems from a sense of insecurity that exists within the man. He genuinely believes that any failure will revolve back to himself and potentially the rest of Panem. Most of all, he is obsessed with being a son that his father will forever remain proud of.

Odius' traits leave him rather vulnerable to a sheepish way of thinking. His extreme loyalty and hidden insecurities simply leave him no room to question anything he has been taught is true. He will follow orders on a whim without even considering the morality of the situation and he certainly will not doubt the laws and customs of the Capitol. In his mind, they all exist for a good reason and are successful at keeping the citizens in line.

He does, however, possess a lesser known softer side that occasionally manifests itself when a new Victor is declared. He loves the Hunger Games and, like most in his District, genuinely believes them to be an opportunity at glory. He sees the Victors not as victims of a ruthless death pageant but rather as strong warriors much like himself, thus he eagerly jumps on any opportunity to remain on their good side and possibly befriend them(partially because of all the benefits that are bound to come with it). It does go without saying that the man does not possess many close friends otherwise. He views most people as either allies to his own cause or enemies that need to be eradicated.

Lastly, despite being more physically oriented, the man does have a soft spot for games of luck and chance. He loves playing cards and occasionally it is not unknown for him to make bets with his fellow Peacekeepers while not on duty. Sometimes said bets will be of a more sadistic nature, such as which Tribute will die next in the Hunger Games or who will receive the next flogging.

Pride, ambition, and loyalty. All three are words that could have been used to describe Odius's legacy from the moment he took his first breaths. Born to Stonemason mother and retired Peacekeeper father, he was forged, quite literally, to be exactly everything his parents envisioned. Like those before him, he was instructed in the core values of the Capitol and everything they represented. It is hardly a mystery that some of his earliest words consisted of "daddy, I want to become a Peacekeeper just like you".

The family remained well-off even by District 2 standards, no doubt one of the perks of compensation for service directly from the Capitol itself. It allowed the boy's parents to provide their son most of his needs. If anything, he was rather spoiled, but not so much so that he was blinded to the reality of the harsh military life that his parents eventually hoped their son would walk right into. Discipline for the boy was always out of love rather than pure malice; "you did wrong, what would the Capitol think if they knew?" The oft repeated words remained in the boy's head always as he sought to please both his parents and, ultimately, the Capitol. He didn't just want to be a model citizen of Panem; he had to be a model citizen of Panem. Schooling, of course, for the boy contained enough Pro-Capitol propaganda to last almost a lifetime.

The twelfth birthday was a time for children in most Districts to dread, but for Odius it was a time of excitement and the opening of whole new opportunities. It was a time where many children in the District began training to participate in the Annual Hunger Games. If anything, it was a chance at honour and glory, but the young Odius had different ambitions in mind in knowing that as long as there existed volunteers then he would never have to set foot in the arena. Instead, he began training to improve both his physical and mental prowess for what remained his one single aspiration in life. His father couldn't have been prouder that day.

Odius continued his training for years, learning all manner of weaponry and survival skills. For most, it made him into an ideal Tribute for the games. He was granted the opportunity to volunteer with full intention of bringing home another Victor for his District, but he refused. No, he had to follow in his father's footsteps and possibly being slain in the arena would simply not allow for that. No, it certainly would not.

The training remained steady for the boy for years. It was one of the activities he looked forward to most as soon as the school days were out. He wanted to be strong to serve, both his District and Panem. By the time he was eighteen he had developed into quite the behemoth of a boy with a plethora of different skills to back it up. It was only about a year later he ventured into a Peacekeeper recruiting office for the first time. He, of course, was warmly received as his father's own service to Panem was well-known. He simply smiled and said to the man in charge "I would like to follow in my father's footsteps."

Thus, Odius' new life in service to Panem began.

As was customary for all new recruits Odius was set to training once more, this time much more intensive and with rather harsh criticism from his superiors. This was no training academy, but a fully fortified military camp. He now was, in all sense of the word, a soldier. For one of the first times in his life he was truly thankful for the sense of duty and discipline that his father had instilled in him from a young age. Training, of course, was only the beginning of what would be a brutal regiment designed to test one's limits in every way.

Once the man had completed training he was officially sworn in as one of the protectors of Panem. Twenty years he would serve with no chance at compensation or even forming a family, but it was a sacrifice the man proudly made as he said those first three preceding words: "I solemnly swear..."

Upon taking the oath the man found his loyalty tested in countless ways around his own District. He was assigned to simple tasks, such as overlooking the administration of the District, but those quickly proved easy for the man. He found himself thirsting for more and it was an unquenchable thirst that did not go unnoticed by his superiors. He wanted to serve and he wanted to make a difference. Most of all, he wanted to be remembered and respected. To most it became obvious that his loyalty was strong, cementing the decision to deploy him off to District 11 where existed the strictest Peacekeepers in Panem.

District 11 became like paradise for the man. It was there he allowed himself to exercise justice - true justice. It remained of utmost importance, after all, in what was arguably the most staple District in all of Panem; if food production ceased then so did the lives of countless civilians around the nation. Keeping food production in line, of course, meant delivering rather harsh punishments to those who opted to step out of line rather than fulfilling their duties to their fellow countrymen. Everybody had their own duties in which to serve Panem, just like he had his own. It left him with little qualms with carrying out the routine punishments of arrests, floggings, and even executions. He was merely doing his job: keeping the clockwork that was Panem operating so it would not break down.

His existence became one of routine, but it was what the man preferred. He liked waking up every morning knowing exactly what to expect. Most of all, though, he liked waking up knowing that the country he served and loved was not about to break down all thanks to him and the others in the force. It continues to be his one single driving factor to make his family, his District, and all of Panem, proud.