Maxxie DuVere; District 6

Hair: A deep russet color brown. He brushes it and tries to get it to lay flat, but there are a few stubborn strands framing his face that stick out funny. This annoys him to no end, though he's loathe to admit it for fear of being called vain.

Eyes: Black.

Tall and oddly graceful for a boy, Maxxie leaves a lasting impression on just about everyone he meets. There's just something about him that makes you stop and immediately have an opinion on him, whether it be his slender facial features, his looming height, the two piercings high up on his right ear, or the intense gaze which he rests so easily on your face; thoughtful and perseveringly curious. Maxxie is a little on the skinny side, which commonly causes people to assume he's weak. His sinewy arms, however, tell a different story.

Maxxie is witty and insistently quirky. He loves catching people by surprise; doing what they don't expect them to do. He'll often ask random questions or say something completely out of the blue:

"So Maxxie, what'd you do this weekend?"

"Oh, I cured AIDS. What'd you do?"

Easy-going by nature, incredibly humorous, sometimes Maxxie flirts with girls without even realizing it himself.

He has two major hobbies: sketching and psychology. He has no interest in Mathematics or Science, despite his late mother and father being a mathematician and biologist.

Despite all his good points, however, Maxxie has some traits that tend to be his downfall. He is impulsive and, when he feels he is not performing to the fullest of his capabilities, tends to let his temper get the best of him. (i.e. Sketch not going well? Stab the sketchbook with a pencil.) He is determined, though, and once he has a goal in mind he will not rest until it's accomplished; sometimes even verging on obsession.

Maxxie was born to a modest family. A "white picket fence" family. They were neither poor nor rich. His father was a mathematician, his mother a biologist. They were not cruel to him, they did not beat him, but rather just generally disregarded his presence; shooing him and his older brother outside so they could work in peace.

It was Maxxie's older brother who made his life interesting.

While Maxxie would sit on the sidewalk clutching his sketchbook, observing the people around him with wide, innocent eyes, Adrian would be off in some alleyway, tearing the wings off of a live bird with an expression of casual disinterest- as if its suffering weren't satisfying his boredom. As they grew older, Adrian DuVere's twisted mindset started to become more and more apparent. When he'd tussle with his “dear little brother”, he's sometimes get a little too rough and break fingers. When he'd pinch a babies cheek, he'd pull away leaving a bruise and a howling child. Always “by accident”, of course. Since he was the family jewel, though, the prodigy child, his delight in other's suffering was generally over-looked, along with his little brother, Maxxie. Maxxie did not want to know about numbers, he didn't want to know about stem-cell research. Maxxie wanted to know how people worked, psychologically. He wanted to draw them, to create them, because to Maxxie, people are beautiful. But Adrian...ohhh, Adrian poured over those books. When he wasn't beating up on defenseless animals, he was studying...

It was around this time, around when Maxxie was 14, that his parents both died of a mysterious muscle ailment. A strange sickness that cause them to seize and convulse and eventually, stop their heart from beating. Maxxie was distraught, grief-stricken. Adrian faced the ordeal with the same stony-expression he always wore...unchanging, unaffected. It wasn't until they were both standing over their casket at the funeral that Maxxie realized his brother was something almost entirely separated from the human race:

“I suppose directly into the bloodstream was a little strong...”

Just a phrase. A sentence. Not even a whisper, so softly spoken. Something Maxxie wasn't supposed to hear, for when Adrian caught his eye he quickly turned his head, turned on heel, and walked away. But he had heard it. The damage was done. Maxxie's parents had simply been his guinea pigs, and suddenly Maxxie realized how small the word 'hate' seemed in comparison to the billowing fire inside his soul against his brother, for killing the two people who most mattered to him in this world.

“I will take away your life! I will kill you!” he screamed into his pillow that night, but that's all the further it ever went.

Adrian was the prodigy child. Not Maxxie. Only Adrian was smart enough to get away with murder in cold-blood. Maxxie could report Adrian, but Adrian was the prodigy child and loved all around the community. No one could kill Adrian. But Adrian...could kill Maxxie. Easily.

So Maxxie kept his mouth shut...and began watching his every step.

After their parents died of “unknown illness”, custody of the two children went the their Aunt Cindee. Aunt Cindee was married to a doctor and quite well to do, but she was a very hard-nosed no-nonsense woman. When she saw Adrian, and saw his potential, she started to train him for the Arena. Not as in-depth as the Careers, of course, but she started training him and Adrian enjoyed every minute of it because he LOVED the games. Again, Maxxie was left to watch from the side-lines, his potential over shadowed by Adrian's intellect and strength yet again. Maxxie didn't really mind though, he always found the Games to be senselessly violent anyways. . .