Greenuck Frats V2.0 [[finished

Name: Greenuck Frats
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4

Appearance:

Greenuck Frats has always been vertically challenged. Whether this makes him resemble a dwarf due to the muscle mass that he has is within the eye of the beholder, but otherwise he's only seen as short. Being only a mere 5'3" the last time he was measured. He truly doesn't mind being short, because his height only makes his muscles look more massive due to the inability to grow upward.

Along with his height, he has a bright red head of hair. Though it only makes him look as if he is a visiting Capitolite at times, he holds it as a positive trait as nearly no one else that he knows has red hair or any color hair that's near the hue that his is. Although he almost always bathes, his hair is nearly permanently dirty, due to the perspiration that he produces daily. If he were to possibly work less, the medium-length set of hair that he has could possibly be very attractive, but do to the sweat, it's almost always disheveled and matted.

His eyes, a green hue, are set predominantly further apart than they are close. Though his right eye is a lazy eye, seeming to always be looking down, he actually enjoys his eyes, stating that they're original just like his hair and his height. He's really not attractive at all, but the conceited person that he is makes him believe that he actually is very handsome, and that the only reason why he doesn't have a girlfriend is because they believe that they're not worthy of having someone like him.

He almost always goes shirtless, seeming it necessary to show as much skin as possible. Though girls and guys both may seem repulsed by it, his muscles are, in fact, very defined and obviously share the fact that he is a hard worker. However, his need to show as much skin as possible stops when it comes to his bottom wear. Knowing that wearing shorts, even in the hottest of weather, causes scrapes and cuts that only scar over, he almost is always seen wearing a pair of blue jeans.

Despite his cockiness, he sees his missing teeth, all three of them, as a bad asset. Although he makes up the excuse that it's a sign of his strength, and in a sense it is, he knows that the women do not like staring at a smile with three holes where teeth once were, including the right of the two of the largest teeth. Along with these missing teeth is a bite mark on his left cheek where a raging dog attacked him and ripped out chunks of his cheek.

Personality:

He's a career. Plain and simple. The thought of competition involving death and the thoughts that were put in his head as a child leaves him only yearning to become a Tribute. He's almost always thinking of The Hunger Games, thinking out strategies, possible arenas, scenarios and what he would do in them. He's simply obsessed with the Games and the concept, and he can't help but to admire the Capitol for creating such a wonderful thing.

He's very nonchalant and care-free, despite his admiration for the Games and everything that has to do with them. If he were told to do something rather than what's necessary as his job as a fisherman, he'd procrastinate as most teenagers his age would do. Having a father that's a Victor of the Games, he's told not to do what he wants but still not be hated, and he tries to follow those words of advice as close as possible.

To do with friends, he has none. He really doesn't care about being friendless, because he sees his dad as a good-enough friend for anybody, but the being nonchalant leaves his inability to make friends something that he sees as not a factor. In fact, he's almost never had any sort of acquaintances, but it's never really affected him. His laid-back attitude leaves him only thinking of what lies ahead and what's happening presently.

To have an odd quirk, though, he has a strong love for singing. Whether or not this is something that was given to him by his unknown mother is unbeknown to him, but he has a very large passion for music and vocals, including the ability to create songs by himself. Although he doesn't share his love with music with his dad or any of the people that he works with, any time that he has a chance, he's singing.

History:

At birth, Greenuck was the perfect baby. He had the father than everyone wanted, the Victor of the Games and the kindest person that there could be. But as he grew older, and his father became an alcoholic, Greenuck's goody-two-shoes personality that he once had disappeared. At only the age of 10, his dad began to enroll him in vigorous fitness courses at the athletic building in the District, causing his muscles to be abnormally large for a 10 year old boy.

His mother, who was never in the picture, was named Angel. A complete opposite of what she actually was. She'd given Greenuck's dad alcohol as soon as his Victory Tour was over and he was back in District 4 for good, and unfortunately created a child that she would never see. After having Greenuck, she hung herself, which in turn caused Greenuck's dad, named Herold, to go into a deep depression.

After a year, Herold was back to normal, telling Greenuck that his mother was someone that had fallen asleep for a very long time. At the age of 9, though, when Herold gained his alcoholism, he spilled the beans to Greenuck, which possibly is the reason for his anger that he occasionally has to let out after it being built up for a prolonged period of time.

It was then, when Greenuck had reached the age of 13, that Herold began to become the person that he used to be, even if Greenuck was left with the mental image of his mother hanging by a rope. Unfortunately, what he was told between the ages of 10-12 has never left him, including why the Games are such a wondrous thing and why they should be celebrated and not something that one should be sad or angered about. Herold, though, knows that the Games are something that isn't to be celebrated, though he has told himself time and time again that he'll support Greenuck in whatever he chooses to do, and so supporting him is what he does.

Codeword: odair

Comments/Other:

GRRR. I had to hurry, sorry for crappiness.