Clyde Cloversmith DISTRCIT 9. fixed

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How do I start? Well, he's very strong, well built, muscular, however you want to say it. But they all mean the same thing. Clyde is also tall, but not a giant, just six feet. Sort of average for his age. His weight? That's average, maybe around 176 punds. But his feet, they're huge, size thirteen, men's. And his hands, they are... medium, definetley not chubby. Not really bony.

His eyes, they're as blue as the ocean, but you can see the sadness in them. His hair, which is chesnut brown, is long and shaggy, he refuses to cut it. His head is tall and thin and so pale, its practically transparent. But the freckles on his nose and cheeks help you see the solidness. Clyde's lips are a salmon sort of color, but when he bites them (whenever he gets nervous) they turn white.

Clothing personally doesn't matter to him, you just got them dirty hunting, and then had to wash them again. But that doesn't mean he'd go nude and run around and dance. Clyde would rather just wear the same clothes... or something. He normally wears sweatpants and a sweatshort, with an undershirt, shoes, socks, and all those necessities. Why waste your time with those fancy brands from District 8? The only thing he wears that some people don't and isn't necesssary is a bracelet that his dad gave him.

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Clyde was shy, never outgoing, and rarely ever talked. He was a bum. He seemed hostile to some people. But he was nice if you were nice enough to him. Only his little sister, Clarice, could cheer him up. But that didn't happen often, since they only saw eachother during breaks. Clyde loved his job hunting. It was fun, something to keep him occupied.

The Capitol People, in Clyde's opinion, had no lives. Sat around all day. They made themselves like a artpiece. Spent hours looking at themselves in the mirror, flourishing over their fake selves, thinking they're the superior ones. When they torture them by making them kill eachother. That was childish, selfish. Clyde would like them to go through that, losing two people from your district a year, unless they won.

But trust me, Clyde normally isn't cruel. He's a cheerful person. But he has many fears. Bugs, any except fireflies, which he encounters in the summer. He also doesn't like the dark. And he isn't particually fond of tunnels, caves or anything, he has claustrophopia. He likes being able to see the sky and anything around him, as long as it isn't rock. Clyde isn't very brave either, but one thing is, he isn't afraid of heights, though that really never helps.

Some other things you should kow about him is he's quite clumsy, trips often, spills his water, drops something randomly, or knocks into people by accident. Clyde is also confident, once he does start on a task, he won't stop until he got it down. One time, he spent three weeks trying to make a simple dish, pasta, for his family, until he got it perfect.

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Clyde he was born seventeen years ago, in Febuary. His two parents, Mary and David Cloversmith, named him after David's great-grandfather, who died during the Dark Days. His sister was born four years later, in Febuary, too. The Cloversmith family is perfectly well and normal to this day. But Clyde has had some tough times in his life when he felt like life was a waste.

One of those times, was when he found out what The Hunger Games was, a cruel and twisted way formed by The Capitol to keep people in line. The four months that followed, every night he'd be in a different situation. Dying from a spear to his heart in an island. Or his sister getting, reaped, (even though they were both too young at the time) and he having to sacrifice his life for her.

But as he grew older he knew he was safe, and he had many friends, some would come and go, others would stay. On his first day of hunting, he only shot a single rabbit with a bow and arrow. But he got better and enjoyed it more and more. District Nine, having forests, makes many people trip a lot, so... Clyde has had many injuries, nothing serious, broken arm, sprained ankle.

Clyde has had many emories in his past, some good, some bad, but his favorite was on a cool spring day. Everyone in his family was home, and they decided to have a picnic. They brung some fruits, sandwhiches, and a fruit flavored drink. They went into their big backyard and feasted all day, laughing with his dad, talking with his mom, and playing games with his sister.Until sunddenly a rainstorm came, and they had to stop eating. But Clyde and his sister were both young, and they didn't know better, so they jumped and laughed outside until nightfall, each one got sick, but both agreed it was the best day ever.


Clyde likes his life, and hopes it stays just the way it is.

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