Re: Kael 'Red' Drake, District 12

Red, as they now call him long since lost his beauty. His masculine face, black curly hair. The slender muscle that outlined his body because of the countless hours he spent in the minds. The rough skin that covered his body from countless hours of working. Of it gone in a heart beat when a spark ignited a fire within the mines. He barely made it out with his life. Sixty percent of his body substained burns. His beautiful hair was signed to the scalp. Piece’s of flesh hung from his body burn to a black crisp. With what little resources they hand they healed him, although he would never be the same man he once was.

The burning was so bad he would never grow hair again on his head. His skin was horribly flawed because of the burning. His skin was patches of a rough white from his working days, and also a mixture of burnt red from the burns he had suffered. His chest was, arms, legs, and even face were wrapped in bandages, if he turns to sharply even a year later he sometimes bled from wounds that still hadn’t healed cause of lack of medical care in twelve. His body was far from its former self, his appearance horribly disfigured. Bandages covering most of his body, head to toe except his face which was the only thing that really ever healed, but still the burns were there.

To hide his shame he wore a red mask to cover his head, the mask he made himself, and it covered all of his head. An orange tint to the eye holes so it also doubled as a sun glasses. His clothes, no matter how hot, covered all of his body. Shoes, longer socks, pants, long sleeve shirts, gloves, and his trade mark mask. Not a inch of his skin was visible to those around him. He stood at six feet and weighed now only hundred fifty pounds, a shell of the man he once was. If anyone was fortunate to see under his bandages they would see how truly ugly he is.

His skin is cracked an discolored in several places. A wrong movement in one direction and the skin cracks and bleeds. The only way it can be melded is with a ointment and bandages. it’s a horrible sight to see and one only a few have seen.

Red was a loving father and caring husband. He single handedly supported his house hold which consisted of his wife and son. He was known as a generous man with what little he made they lived on and if he had any left he would help other people in the district. When he wasn’t working for his family he was helping the district prosper. Mining, cleaning, weeding, what ever he could get his hands on. A jack of all trades they called him and people loved his positive care free attitude. Although all that changed with the accident. His entire personality took a change for the worst.

With his new appearance he became a cold bitter person. Resenting the world and worthless people around him. His pain is what drove him to live on for his family and himself. Of course he pushed the people he loved away, and they pushed him away also. It was a bitter sweet symphony and he was the conductor of it all. With his cold bitter personality he also became quite mean to those around him. Picking fights with people that looked at him wrong or bumped into him, it was his ultimate down fall.

On top of it all the only thing he could do, do live day to day was also drink. It dulled the pain that he endured every moment of his life. The herbs that he was using had long since stopped working and that’s why he had picked up this drinking habit which only further fueled the anger and rage he held for not only the Capitol but the people around him. His life it had taken a turn for the worse and his personality had also taken its own worst turn. Hopefully one day someone could once find the man that once lived underneath all those bandages and pain.

His life started out like most people in district twelve. An only child of his mother and father. His father was of course a mine worker, and one of the many who lived to tell the tale. Not suffering from a horrible black lung or a small ignition that ended his life. They lived as comfortably as a family could live in district twelve. He attended school and everyone loved him. Constantly he was picking up odd jobs a kid his age could do. Doing what ever he could for a scrap of food. Some hard week old bread, cheese that was more mold than cheese. Kael did what ever he could do to keep him and his family living. After he completed school he then went directly into mining. At the age of nineteen he worked his career as a miner.

In his spare time he’d spend it doing job’s and this is how he met his wife and lover of his life. Cassandra Edge was her name and it was love at first sight. Within a year they were married and soon afterwards they had a child. At the age of twenty he and his wife had a baby boy by the name of Samael Edge Drake. His father only feared the worst for their son but he’d do what ever he had do to keep him safe. Vowing to himself and his wife that if their son was ever reaped he would take his place to protect him. The years went by and their son grew older. At the age of twenty four his son was of the age of three almost going on his fourth birthday and he was in the mines working away to keep them afloat.

One little spark ended his once loved life. His body was horribly burned from head to toe and he crawled out of the mines, to the elevator and people dragged his scared burned body from the elevator. With what little resources they had they managed to save his life but he’d never be the same again. Black curly hair which grew thickly on his head, it would never grow again. The rough white skin that covered his body was now patch work with red cracked skin that would often bleed when his body shifted the wrong way.

Bandages covered every inch of his body, from head to toe. They’d have to be changed but often that didn’t happen, because the resources for bandages were low, and he bought them when he could afford them. He wore clothes that hid his skin. Long pants, love sleeve shirts, shoes, and full fingered gloves. In his spare time he even designed a helmet to cover all of his head. Designing the eye lenses so they’d double has tinted glasses to protect his somewhat damaged eyes from the burn’s he had suffered several months ago.

With the pain growing a little more unbearable every day he pushed his family away so they wouldn’t have to back in his agony. His money went to his family, and he would do odd jobs for his own personal needs. Bandages and now boose which was the only other alternative to dulling his pain. Rarely did he eat any more and he lost a good thirty pounds, losing the lean muscle and fat he had gathered over the years he was nothing but a shell of the man he once was. Anger, hatred, rage, it consumed his every moment and he took it out on the people he once cared and even loved.

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