Onyx Bocanegra || District One || DONE

Onyx is nothing if not tall. Standing at 6 feet and 4 inches, he towers over most people at the capitol. His height comes from his mother, Camilla, who is almost as tall as him. His father, however, is almost a foot shorter. Framed by powerful shoulders, he has a meaty build. As a Career, his body has been trained and shaped to be as powerful as could be achieved in his 17 years of life. His face has also been shaped, in a way. His nose, which has been broken again and again during training, is a crooked mess.

His skin is a deep olive tone and his hair is a flat brown. In spite of the swarthiness of his appearance, Onyx has agate-green eyes. These he gets from his father, as well as his too-prominent brow and overly large, meaty-looking lips. And genetics aren't all he's inherited from his parents: because he was born into a crossing of two wealthy families, Onyx has just about kind of clothing he could desire. Especially since the two families are prolific processors and exporters of fur, leather, and animal-bone clothing. Just about everything he wears came from some kind of animal that once crouched in the forests.

There is a perpetual seriousness that haunts Onyx's face. Features that are already somewhat disfigured by genetics and incessant training, are thrown into darkness by a scowl. There's hardly any smiling. No joking or idle chit chat. Onyx is all business. There's not much lightness in his life. Even though he could live a happy life, cavorting around the First District, he chooses to go through his days moody and dejected.

There are countless pleasures made available for Onyx, who is being groomed to be a Tribute for the Hunger Games (if he is lucky enough to receive the honor). Of course, he is not immune to the hunger for flesh, and he has scoured the District in search of it. Men and women, young and old, all satisfy his sexual hunger. Every once in a while an especially beautiful specimen will catch his fancy and he will latch on. His love is passionate and completely devoted when it is sparked, but so is his acidic jealousy. Usually the obsessive quality of his love tends to alienate lovers, but it is in his nature to be this way.

The intensity with which Onyx loves is also present in every other aspect of his life. He eats with severity, savoring each morsel in a critical, almost analytical way. He drinks, often until totally intoxicated with precision. Knowing exactly how many drinks will make him sick, he gorges without impunity. The design and tailoring of his clothes is just as serious as anything else. Each outfit must be balanced, well-tailored and excrutiatingly expensive.

Eelo and Ermine Bocanegra were arranged to be married by their families. Neither of them was particularly interested in the other (Eelo preferred small, round women with curves and loving eyes, Ermine preferred neat, slim, and polished gentlemen- neither was satisfied with the other). Ermine's family paid hunters to go into the woods and hunt animals for their fur and leather. The Eelos' bought it and made it into fabulous and sometimes disturbing clothing. A match made in heaven! Of course, heirs needed to be produced, so they did their duty to the family: three children. Moonstone, the oldest sister, was destined to someday run the company. Fang, the middle brother, became a bit of a professional celebrity, running around getting drunk on camera and making out with pretty rich girls.

Onyx, the youngest, became the Career Tribute. So for the past couple of years, as his training vamped up to a constant onslaught of exercises and simulations, his brother chased skirts and his sister ran the family business. Onyx's life had so far been very quiet, all things considered. He woke up, worked out, ate meals, went to school, and that's about it. But things really got rattled when his sister had a terrible accident.

She was on a public relations trip to the forests, when an illegal hunters' stray arrow pierced her back and damaged her spinal cord. After that incident she was forever confined to a wheelcher. The shock of his sister's accident threw Onyx off-balance for a few months. But that feeling of being up in the air was replaced by a fiery hatred of illegal hunters. Part of his schtick as a Career tribute became a fierce opposition to illegal hunting because of the anti-capitol and ant-safety problems it provided.