Godric Charles Heart (F)

Godric stands at the height of five foot ten and weighs in at a solid hundred and eighty pounds. This hundred and eighty pounds is composed of lean muscle, for his father stressed the fact that if he were ever in the games he’d have to be strong and fit. Short black hair, not too long, just barely enough to get a hold onto. Tattoo’s along both of his upper arms, down his spinal cord and across his chest angling up in a kind of a necklace. His eyes are a hazel color, and his skin is pale from being excessively inside. His canines were extend then filed down to a sharp point all possible due to medical technology, to purposely make him more intimidating if he were ever to be entered into the games. His eyes are often blood shot and he has bags around them on most days, for the reason he is up late studying the human body or working out to further fit himself.

Godric seems a lot older than the age of seventeen. Acting like a person easily twice his age. He is not squeamish one bit for he has been around blood and gore since the age of five. His mother and father pushing him to know every part of the body and even to be an assistant during many a surgery. Most people call Godric a cold individual he rarely speaks and when he does the words are often awkward because of his rare use to them. He is a person who will stand back and absorb the events, letting anything and everything flood into him before he barges into a situation. At most Godric has a friend or two at any given time and they are nothing like him in personality, in reality he longs for friendship but is so often consumed with his studies and work that he forgets his friends and loses them just as quickly as he has earned him.

His mother and father taught him to be cold, that people were just bags of meat and blood. Never get to attached to anyone cause you never knew if they’d stab you in the back the next day rather it be figuratively or physically. Little does his parents know he has quite the fetish for blood. Tasting, feeling, smelling, seeing blood it arouses him and excites him to degree’s no one will really ever understand. The only reason he holds such a fetish for it is because he’s been around it all his life and no matter who you cut they all ooze that lovely liquid. To go along with his blood fetish he likes to eat raw meat its just another one of those times he can taste the blood he loves so much, but he’s not stupid he knows what meats he has to cook to avoid disease. Many people are afraid of his taboo ways but its just another added factor if he ever does get picked for the hunger games.

Despite this boy being so taboo he does hold a special place for the friend or two he’s kept, and his parents of course. He’d more than openly kill anyone or anything that harmed his parents or friends well beings. Knowing a hundred or more ways to cut a person with the simplest of tools such as his trust scalpel, anyone in District Two knows that if you make friends with him, and keep up on the friendship that his loyalty is for life, and that on his birthday or other such holidays giving him what he likes most is the easiest way to get on his good side. Those who have gotten on his bad side have ended up cut up, eaten up, and disposed of without a trace, not one single piece of evidence ever left to frame him or his family.

Blood thirsty, loyal, intelligent, cunning, cold, and in the rare occurrence loving. Not that he ever has but in one occurrence he did hold the heart of a young maiden and once she dumped him she passed rumors of him and his ways but to that point that he was surprisingly gentle with one that he loves and caring when it came down to it. Also it is to be noted that the only people he is afraid of are his parents. For they built quite the pain intolerance on the boy, beating him and sometimes even cutting him so he could endure pain more than most normal people did.

Godric was born to a cold mother and father both who had skills as doctors to hold their own against even some of the most well known capital doctors. The first five years of his life he was loved and cared for like any child came but as soon as the age of five came his life changed dramatically. His father forced him to work out even at his young age, and when he wasn’t working out he was learning medical terminology with his mother and his father. Teaching him how the organs functioned, pressure points on the body and other such things that he’d need to know in the up coming years when he reached the age for the reaping. When he wasn’t spending his time strengthening his body or his mind his parents took the lovely time to beat the poor boy to sometimes when he couldn’t move. Furthering his pain intolerance, to beef him up for the games when and if he was ever unfortunately entered into them.

Most often they’d only beat him one day out of the week. All his other time was spent poking around in cadavers or helping his mother or father with surgery that was required within their own district. Him, being around blood so much, even more the age of five he had grown a fondness to it. The taste, touch, smell, the mere sight of it made his heart race. The feeling of the substance between his fingers, or all around him when he worked inside someone was pure exhilaration and this fetish for blood only extended into his consumption for raw food. Bloody steak, put it on the grill, let it sit for a minute on one side, flip it over, another minute on that side, and slap it on his plate, just the way he loved it. Of course his parents were cruel as always with the use of their medical technology they extended his canines and sharpened them. Giving him a even more menacing look to those who saw them.

Not only that, but tribal tattoo’s were put on his upper arms, on is chest angling around in the shape of a necklace and down the length of his spine. His hair was kept short and spiked and as the years grew on he only grew more muscular and fit. His weapon of choice on the chopping block of surgery or just plain fighting or playing with was the scalpel. Sharper than any knife and with his precision he could cut open your jugular or another main aerity in your body and watch you quickly bleed out with any hope of being saved. His life was composed of learning the medical field, his physical prowess and ability to kill without feeling. His mother and father were cold to him since the age of five and that’s honestly all he could remember.

It was hard to hold down but one or two friends, he was so socially awkward and weird to anyone and everyone that people would avoid him at all costs and his parents would often leave him at home to his studies and work. Of course as he laid at home in wait he promised to himself that he’d never have a child just as his mother and father did to themselves so many years ago and accidentally conceived him or so he hoped. As the years dragged on and he grew smarter he brushed along the ages of reaping. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and finally just turning seventeen ever so years. Two years left of his age being able to be reaped for the games. As soon as he turned nineteen he hoped to leave his parents long behind and make a life for himself in the Capital.

Where he could further his skills as a doctor if that was at even at all possible. Learning everything his mother and father could teach him and even more. As he had eaten up every medical book in the house, and among other books such as herbs you can find in forested regions and the such. He ate it all up cause he was an ever black hole waiting to consume all knowledge that was around him. There wasn’t much to his pathetic life, study, beaten, train, all until the day he turned nineteen then he’d set himself free and hopefully into the Capitol itself!