Aiden Rafters . District 1
Jan 22, 2011 7:27:35 GMT -5
Post by ❤ deathlyhearts . on Jan 22, 2011 7:27:35 GMT -5
My heart is broken, my scars split open.
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ＡｉｄｅｎＲａｆｔｅｒｓ . Ｆｉfｔｅｅｎ . Ｍａｌｅ . Ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ ｏｎｅ
[/size][/color]Appearance . [/size]
From what many of the girls tell me, my eyes are a beautiful blue, much like the color of the sky. My eyes are small, round and very deep set. I have straight brown hair that extends to about the length of my shoulders; my bangs aren’t long or short; they are right above my eyes. Like my sister, Ilene, I don’t tan too well. My skin is clear; my cheeks give off a rosy tint. What makes people feel sorry for me when they see me is that my right eye is missing. Though it’s covered by a eye patch and the pain has subsided; the emotion grief still lingers.
The first thing that comes to a person’s mind when meeting me is that I’m slightly built. I’m not very tall, I’m about 5’5 to be exact, and I don’t look very strong. I weigh no more than 100 pounds. I’m often misjudged because of my small structure. Because I’m very thin, I tend to move rather quickly.
Most people in district 1 would normally wear flashy clothes. Though if I were to go out shirtless, the first thing people would notice is how many scars I have obtained in my lifetime. Despite that, I tend to wear baggy clothes; a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans. The one thing I never remove is my stud ear rings that belonged to my father; which are still stained with his blood.
Personality . [/size]
Ｉ ａｍ ｎｏｔ ｗｈｏ Ｉ ｓｅｅｍ ｔｏ ｂｅ .
People look at me; they see how small I am compared to most males my age. They think if I was to become a tribute, my slight build would make me an easy target for the other tributes. But they’re wrong. They don’t know me; and they certainly don’t know what I’m capable of.
The day my life was shattered, was the day I changed myself. I was no longer that sweet innocent looking boy everyone knew, though I use feature to take advantage of people. I don’t trust anyone; I do what I can to protect my younger sister; even if that means I have to hurt others.
In school, my classmates would refer to me as the rebellious type. I never do my work, sleep in class and start fights. I’m often whipped by the teachers for my behavior, told that I’m a career and I should act like it. But what is that suppose to mean? ”You’re a career. So you have to kill innocent people and tear apart families.” What a life I have ahead of me, if I didn’t have Ilene, I would have probably thrown myself into the hunger games by now.
I’m solitary; I’m dark and emotionless towards everyone except Ilene. But I’m not a bad person. I may seem like I could care less about the world around me, but the truth is I just don’t want people to see the real me. The person who’s crying inside for the loved ones he’s lost. I love little kids, that’s probably because they aren’t corrupt yet. They don’t know what’s good or what’s evil. They can go outside and smile just because the sun is out. I want a better life for the kids not yet born, the innocent people and especially for Ilene. Even if it kills me; I want to make a change, somehow.
I may look shy, weak and innocent. But the truth is; I could snap a neck if it came down to it. Don’t underestimate me.[/i][/color]
History . [/size]
Ｉ ｗａｓ ｈ ａ ｐ ｐ ｙ
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I came from a happy family, my father Edward Rafters, mother Amarilla Shine Rafters, and my younger sister Ilene Rafters. We were together, we were happy. Why did it have to go so wrong?
My father, he was murdered. The blood rushed from his body and formed what seemed like a river. Every heartrending scream he released, the pain in his eyes. Why him? Why us? What could my father have done that was so wrong to deserve this? All these questions rushing through my head; without thinking, I lunged towards my father attempting to save his life. Before I could reach him, something hit me in the eye, pain shot through the entire right side of my face; I pulled the spear from my eye as blood gushed out, but all I could think about was that I failed. I didn't save him. It must have been an eternity before it was over; before my father was dead.
After that, my family was never the same. You could see the pain in my mother’s eyes. Only a few months after my father’s death, another soon followed. My mother; hanging from a noose. Why? Why again? How could she be so selfish and leave Ilene and me alone. Didn't she know we were hurting too?
Forced to reside in the community home, Ilene and I were now orphans; all we had was each other. We never left each other’s side for nearly a year, until I was told one day, “Your sister has been adopted, she’ll be living with Mr. Calvare from now on.” I lost everyone I cared about; my family was torn apart by the capitol. My hatred grew, my hands wanted to taste their blood.
Ilene returned to the community home soon after, I didn’t ask why she was back; I was just glad I was no longer alone and embraced her.
Codeword. [/size] odair
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This character is the older sibling of Ilene Rafter, another member of the forum.
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