Bell Gunzoll (District 11)

Bell has slightly long brown hair. In the back the hair makes a tail down to his bottom of his neck. He dose not like to cut it much. He spikes it sometimes in the front but he usually just leaves it flat. So people say it makes him look like a girl's hair, he calls it a mullet. His eyes are a dark green, maybe a pale green. They are a little big but nothing to get all woopy about. His skin his little tanned form farming and smooth skin. His nose is kinda small sized. His lips are normal, not thin, not large, just normal sized.

Bell is 6'1 in height and he ways about 115lbs. His body his in shape but not ripped. He was pretty healthy when he was a kid and he stays healthy now. He has only been sick maybe four times in the last six years. He only has on tiny scar, it is near his left eye and looks like a rumbas. Since he is in shape he is not a big boy. He runs for fun mostly and he tries to punch things a lot, there for his knuckles are a little bigger than others.

Bell can be stupid at times... He’s not dumb; in fact he is very smart but he dose stupid things. Example would be when a market man asks for forty bucks for a book about cooking he would simply punch the man instead of just paying for it or saying no. He dose not enjoy people that think they got the best of him. Whether it's someone winning in checkers or someone beating him in a fight he will go off on you.

But that’s just the small things. His tone is mostly a smart donkey. He is someone who looks at the flaws of someone else and laughs to hide his own. A hotshot if you will. I can do anything! And when he can't he gets angry and storms off. This is a flaw for him. Not able to communicate well without being rude. He’s not stubborn. He knows when he needs to change something. It just depends if he will or not.

Now for a in a more inner term, if you find Bell's inner personality is someone who is scared. He is scared of losing because he dose not want to see the outcome. He is scared that if he messes up or shows any kind of kindness during a competition he will suffer greatly in the end, scared and lonely. This is Bell.

Ok! Alright! You think it's funny?! My name is not Bell! It's... Bellinhizer! Ya that could work... No? Al right, you got me, my mom named me Bell thinking I was to be a girl and didn't change it. She said when she sees me she hears bells ring... Bull! The doctor said I was the healthiest baby he ever delivered and that god had given me the chime... Bullcrap... I have hated my name from day one. The kids where I lived would make fun of me and I would beat them up. They mostly stopped after they realized that I could win at about everything athletic other than balance.

I grew up as a working boy with my father; I never seemed to have a problem working. My father and I would work none stop and it was them most fun we had. When I was not working I was running. I would time myself from my house to the next trying to get faster. If I was not running I was punching or kicking the home made dummies in the barn. I wanted to stay healthy and to show make my father happy. Then when I was twelve my father passed away working in the fields. I was getting something for him and when I went to check on him he was in lying in there, dead. That is when I was truly scared at what would happen to me and my mom. I had no other friends at the time and mom got lazy so I had to cut back on my running and fighting to help her out. It sucked and I hated it. But as long as I was there helping someone I was not scared.

When I was fourteen I got in a big fight with my mom. I kept saying how lazy she got, never working around the house just sitting on her chair and sleeping. She was at a bigger loss than me when it came to dad. That is when a lot of things changed. She smacked me and yelled saying that she wished she never had me so dad could still be here. I think it's still true. If I never was born dad would never work so much and died from over working. I was so mad that day. I left the house and did not come back for two days. I was changed by what she said. I got more angry, more sad, and cruel to people. When I went back home she had everything cleaned and nice, hugging me and crying saying she was sorry but it didn't work. I hate her! I still do. She is not a lazy ass anymore but I can't stop frowning at her. Now I run, fight dummies, work, and yell. Yell a lot, and I'm not changing a damn thing!