Marcuss Templing D1

Marcuss is is large and broad. He is very muscular from Game training and appeares to be ready to take on anything. He has brownish-blackish hair and dark, brown eyes. He always keeps his teeth white and his breath fresh, no matter what the circumstances. He is always clean, and has not had to work at all in his entire lifetime.

Marcuss is feared by almost everyone due to his mean nature and stubborn personality. He has been the cause of many fights, due to his rough past. He knows his name will most likely not be called for the Hunger Games, but if push comes to shove, he knows as good as anybody, he will volunteer.

Marcuss was born in District 1 to Amber Templing and Russel Templing. They both loved him deeply from the start. He had been spoiled as a baby, always getting what he wanted no matter what. His parents always had money for food, so he never had to go to bed hungry like some in the other districts.

He has always been curious about the history of Panem. His teachers had always told him Panem had rised from the ashes of the brutal place once known as North America. They had said they were bloodthirsty warmachines. At that point, he had thought they sounded a lot like the Capitol, but never dared to say this aloud. He would be surely punished for saying such things.

One day Marcuss had come home from school in high spirits. He had received an A on a history report he had handed in the previous morning. He had worked very hard on it, just to please his parents. He had heard yelling in their backyard, so had immediately went back there. What he saw changed his life forever.

His father brought a hatchet down on his mothers head. Blood flew everywhere, a drop or two even reaching him. His father had then turned, and ran from the scene, fleeing into the nearby woods.

Marcuss had stood there, uncertain of what to do. Then he had remembered his trainings. He still had an old dagger in his pack from the mornings course. He had sloppily rummaged through his things untill he had spotted the silver hilt. He grabbed it and chased after his father.

He caught sight of the man just as he was leaving the district limimts. Marcuss had flung back his hand, and flicked his wrist, sending the knife flying towards the fleeing man.

The knife had caught him dead-on, sticking itself in his head. His father had fallen and Marcuss had left with a heavy heart.

Marcuss had gone to his trainer, in tears. His trainer promised him he could stay with him, being the closest thing to a relative he had. And there Marcuss stayed, training harder and harder as the years progressed, readying himself for the Hunger Games.

Marcuss is exceptionally good at archery, knife-throwing, hand-to-hand combat, and spear-throwing.