Aesop J. Hanson - District 1

You know what they say; what you lack in brain, you make up in brawn, and for Aesop, that's his life moto. Where would he be without his dashing good looks, or his rippling muscles? Nowhere, that's where. Thank goodness he's a straping young man, standing at an impressive 6'1''. He's got a pair of wide shoulders and big hands. He's got an oval face with a defined chin that's slightly clefted, and lips that are slightly fuller than you might expect a guy's lips to be. A mole on his left cheek sets him apart from every other pretty face, and beady chocolate brown eyes are set wide apart across his nose, under a low-hanging brow. With light brown, messy 'bedhead' hair, he's what you could call handsome. The only thing that contracts from his good looks is that damn nose; why did it have to get broken and heal badly? The large bump on the bridge of his nose is a constant source of infuriation for Aesop, who isn't too fond of 'imperfections'.

Aesop isn't particularly worried about what he wears. He basically makes sure he's not walking out of the house naked, and that's about it. He's not afraid to show off his muscles, and looks for any excuse to go shirtless. He does, however, try and keep shoes or socks on at all times; he would never admit this to anyone, but he's horribly ashamed of his webbed feet. He can't stand to look at them, he think's they're disgusting, and has never worn a pair of sandals in his life. Small nicks and scratches cover his arms and back; mostly from fights he had and still has, and has one pretty horrible scar across the middle of his back that he wouldn't have stitches put in, solely so it would heal into an aweful 'battlewound' that he could show off.

Is Aesop intelligent? That depends on what you mean by 'intelligent'. Is he booksmart? No. Is he street smart? Definitely. He may not know what 2 times 4 is, and you won't ever find him reading for fun, but he knows how to goof off and have fun and pick fights. He's only just barely scraping by in school, which he's almost graduated by now, and only because he's threatened enough nerds into doing his work for him. But when he isn't punching the physically weaker, he's cutting class to hang out with his equally delinquent friends. Charismatic with kids his own age, he knows how to make you like him.

Aesop hates not ever getting picked for the Hunger Games. His family is far to wealthy to need it, but he takes out as much Tessarie as he can, just to up his chances. And in a district full of Careers, it's hard to get picked as a voluneteer. He loves watching the games on TV, and more than that, he loves training for the Games. He figures he's a shoe-in of he ever gets picked to fight; he's just cocky like that. But ego aside, he would be a formidable oponent, if not for his size or physical capability, then for his ability to threaten and weasle his way into whatever he wants. A master at whining for things, what he doesn't get by punching, he gets by lying.

Aesop may be a cuniving, egotistical, narcisistic jerk, but he's not all bad. He has a serious soft spot for the opposite gender; even through the whole tough-guy mentality, he can't say no to a pretty face, and, this may be a bit surprising to hear, gets pretty nervous around girls. He's charismatic, sure, but being such a brute has its drawbacks, he never really befriended any girls in his childhood, and a s a result, has no idea how to act around them or talk to them. How the mighty have fallen, you might think while watching poor Aesop flounder and stutter while talking to a pretty girl, but he probably deserves it. Just don't let him catch you laughing; he'll beat the crud out of you tomorrow for that.

Aesop James Hanson was born into the lap of luxury. Did that make him spoiled? Yes. Did it give him a feeling of entitlement? You bet. Did it make him a horrible little boy? Most definitely. But surprsingly, his parents, being young and careers themselves, encouraged his outlandish and generally horrible behavior, even praised him on his ability to treat those around him in such a harsh manner. And even more surprisingly, that terribly little tyrant made friends! How, no one can say. But by the time he was ten, he had a small horde of equally malicious boys following him around.

Aesop has been in training for the Hunger Games since he was about 7, starting out easy and then progressivly getting harder and harder. By the time he turned 12, he was already more than ready for the Games, and yet, his name wasn't called. That was when his parents started encouraging him to take Tessarie for all three of them. And so started the furious attempts of a misguided little boy to try and win a spot in the Murder Games..I mean Hunger Games. He's 17 at this point, and while his name is in that jar 32 times, he has never been called.

When Aesop was 16, his Father passed away. Even for child who was never particularly close to his parents, this was a crushing blow. His Father was the one who had trained him, always pushed him to do better, become a better career. His Father had always been there, in a slightly destructive way, and now he was gone. Of course he'd never ever let anyone see him cry, but he didn't even show up at the funeral, and for about a week after his Father's death, he sulked around the house, until his self-destructive behavior drove his Mother to shove him back into his social life, where he has resided ever since.