marcel st. stron | d2 | CBD1 | FIN

the taste of metal had never been a pleasant one for him, but his family always told him that the more pain he went through, the better it would be for him on the battlefield.

he was supposed to be a trained killer, ready for anything and everything. however, that did not mean that he wasnt callous towards what his hands could do.

he knew many ways to ring someone by the neck, but he dared not use it unless he was provoked. most kids called him a pansy in two, because even when it mattered the most, he still would not let his anger get the best of him.

he was always told that he was never going to impress anyone in the games that way, if he did not unleash the feral instincts that had run in his family. he did not care though, because he was not going to kill until he absolutely needed too.

it didnt make him any less of a career.