Nikon Hugo Anthony (d3) Done

Nikon Hugo Anthony

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District Three
18 Years Old
Tool
ADD
Heterosexual

Appearance:

Standing just five feet nine inches, by no means am I tall for a guy my age; but I like to think that I have certain swagger that makes me seem larger in stature than I actually is. I guess it is the way that I carry myself, 'cause I am good looking and cool. I work out my fair share, giving my body a good tone of muscles, but I am not built like a body builder. Chicks dig my muscles, and I dig them, but that's for me to explain later on.

My mid length black hair always has a messy yet neat styling about it, not like I ever touch it. I keep my hair that way to hide the acne I get on my forehead; I can't let girls see it or they wont find me attractive. I haven't even told Calvin the reasoning for my hair being long, though I assume he has figured out my reasoning for doing so. I probably should tell him though, I tell him everything. And, you know what they say: assuming makes an ass out of you and me.

Most of the time I have sunglasses on, which is the reason why people who walk by me wont be able to tell you my eye color. In fact, I only take my shades off when I have to, those times being work, school (when I choose to go,) and when I'm with a girl, if you catch my drift. If you really want to know, my eyes are a dark brown, but I do not have the best vision. It isn't like I'm blind, but my right eye is just slightly worse than my left. It only slows me down while I'm working at the factory, only a little.

Since I live in the dirtiest district in Panem, keeping clean is no easy task, but I think that I do a fairly good job of it. Clearly some of the dirt gets too far into my pores for me to get out, which explains some of my pimples, but anything that I can get out, comes out. My family is not exactly the richest in all of District Three, but we have enough for running water and everything like that, so showering and washing my face is not a problem at all.

When I have a choice of clothing, I almost always wear baggy jeans. I don't follow the trends, I set them. I don't care if people tell me that I look like an idiot, because I do not. They are all just jealous of my looks, after all, I've never gotten an insult from any girl I've tried to get with. I normally wear white t-shirts since they are the only shirts easily available for me, but that does not matter, girls only care about what's under my clothes.


Personality:

Some people say I have a hard time paying attention, that I have attention deficit disorder, but I don't think that's true. Sure, I like to talk, a lot, but that is only because I have a lot to say. I'm smart,I have a lot of thoughts, what can I say? I manage to stay focused on things that I actually care about, like hot girls. Of course, the fact that I smoke dope does not help my focus. I laugh at nearly everything when I'm on that stuff. 'Course, I can't complain about it, the stuff has only brought Calvin and me closer together, and brought us some babes and good times.

I'm not going to lie, I might have some issues when it comes to making love. A lot of people say that I can't live without it, which is, well, true. I need to have some fun every once in a while. That isn't a huge problem, is it? Everyone has something they need to do, and for me it is making love. It is much better than an addiction to drugs or alcohol.

Even though I smoke a lot of Marijuana, there is no doubt that I am smart. The thing is, my grades don't show it. I never show up to school, it doesn't serve me any good. I gave it a try, believe me I did, I just got nothing out of it. My job isn't the best paying one in all of District Three, but there is not much of a chance that I will move up in the scale of things, so why bother trying? I enjoy my life, it is chill, I don't have any worries, I have my share of fun, it is more than enough for me.

History:

Ever since I can remember, me and Calvin have been bros. No, we are not actually brothers, but if I had any siblings, I'm sure that I would love Calvin more than I would love them. I don't think there has been a day in my life I haven't seen him, even the reaping we have spent next to each other, praying that the other doesn't get picked. At least in the regard, both of us have been lucky in life. Back when we were little, we wrote a list together, a list of stuff that we were going to do together before we died. Finishing that list looked like it was going to be a piece of cake, but that all changed the day Calvin got diagnosed.

I swear to god it was like I hit a wall that day, I probably took it worse than his parents. It was like loosing him while he was still there. The disease he has is incurable, at least not with the money that we have. We have to finish the list though, there is no way that I could live with myself if I don't get it done before he dies. With Calvin dead, I would have nothing to live for. Every time I might be enjoying myself, I will end up thinking of him and wondering how much better my life would be if he was here. That day hasn't come yet, but there is no way he could ever win, unless we somehow come up with an astronomical amount of money.

But let's back track a bit, I really have not covered that much of my past. My parents, Katia and Milton, had me after two miscarriages, they were overjoyed to just have a child. How I know Calvin so well is because they were best friends with his parents, and the we were born around the same time. Somehow, before the we could even walk or talk, Calvin and I just had this connection with each other, so our parents allowed us to spend time together. Over the years this continued, and the we learned how to walk and talk together, discovered new things together, Calvin and I even learned that girls don't have cooties together (that was a great discovery, looking back on it.)

Once we started school we had to be separated for some classes, but we always found ways to hang out with each other after school and during lunch. I'd always joke with him that I was the brains out of us because I got better grades than him; that was when we still went to school every day, obviously. Both of us had our fair share of 'girlfriends' in elementary school, but neither of us count those to our tallies. Back when we first started school was before that fateful list was made, the list that would eventually turn into Calvin's bucket list. But when we made it at age 14, we had no idea what was going to happen just a few years later.

Once we were eleven we started having actual girlfriends, not like the quick one night things we have now, but we actually liked those girls. At that point in our lives, we forgot about the list. It was a mere distant memory in the catacombs of our minds. We made sure to write it down twice so neither of us would forget it, but that did not help. We always were wingmen for each other, trying to help the other get a girl and vice versa. Looking back on it, I never really did like those girls that much, I guess I was just trying to find that special one. I don't think Calvin found that one special girl either, because neither of us still have a girlfriend. I feel awful when I think back on these times, the times where it seemed like we were going to be with each other as brothers forever, even when we both got married we would end up hanging out with each other.

Even though I might seem like the real badass out of Calvin and I, he was the one who started doing drugs. I just followed him because he said it was fun, and, I'm not going to lie, he is right. Getting high calms me down, especially now that I have to deal with my brother's (Calvin's) chronic illness. I really don't know how I am going to handle myself when he dies, probably try some harder stuff than grass, though I really don't know where I'll get it from. I never have to pay for my drugs, Calvin shares with me, he's my dealer, but I never have to pay him. I wouldn't make him pay if it was the other way around. Even though we are not blood related, we might as well be. I'd take a bullet for him, I'd even take on Calvin's disease if it meant he would no longer have to suffer from it. Even the words I am writing here don't express how much he means to me, I'd do more than the possible, honestly, I would.

Somehow the stars aligned when I was at my lowest, it was right after Calvin got diagnosed. I was throwing shit all around my room, and the list that we made a few years ago came into my hand. Right before I was going to rip it up I looked at it, and then an idea came to my head. We had to finish what we started, before Calvin died. What happened next I only remember as a blur, but I think I ran over to Calvin's house and showed him the list. He thought the same thing that I did the second he saw the list. We started it together, therefore we had to finish it together.


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Other:

Part of the Damesh!Plot, so all of the stuff that involves Calvin that could be considered as powerplaying is not actually powerplaying. It is our combined ideas.