Devon Prolix [D2]

A child who went through much hardship, Devon maintains a serious expression. His shocking blue eyes stand out but are frequently impassive. His dark hair frequently falls into his face, covering his eyes whenever necessary. His calm face lacks the laugh lines that are already forming on most of his peers. With his serious expression also comes the infrequency to laugh or smile.

Devon has a lean build that was worked for from the scrawny build he was found in. He would pour years of sword training to build up his muscles, working for his goal to enter in the Hunger Games and win. He has tan skin from the years of practice outdoors as well as other training. His height is at a rather average 5’10”, therefore giving him a slight advantage as he is centered.

Devon is a shy and reserved kid due to the rough upbringing that he had. He opts to not talk and if approached, he would only talk minimally. The only time when he would make an effort to strike up a conversation was when Lia, the girl who’s father Devon’s mother married, was around.

Devon is neither intelligent nor stupid. He barely passes his classes due to his quiet nature and preference to not have to speak up. Since he is not one to take initiative, having friends from school is considered a laughable matter for him.
Determination is a big thing for Devon. Ever since he resolved to prove himself, he had worked many hours to try to find a method. The Hunger Games caught his attention and since then, Devon had poured in all of his energy to enter in and win. For some reason, though, his determination always falters when it comes to person-to-person interaction.

Devon Prolix was alone. Recollection is something he hoped for at a diurnal rate, which was all in vain. Parents were a figment of his imagination. At the juvenile age of six, Devon awoke in the callous, cruel world that was known as Panem. Without a "History" it is ironic that this part even exists in his bio, but I shall try my best to relay the rest of his life from that moment onward. As I mentioned before, Devon was only six years old when he found himself alone in an isolated square of District 2, with nothing on himself except his clothes and a heart locket which had a picture of him and two other people with his name engraved on the bottom. Tears landed, one by one, on the frail picture as Devon promised himself that he would find these people. Unfortunately for him, these two people had already passed on to another world.

Life was harsh for Devon as he scampered about the busier streets of District 2, trying to receive tips for shining shoes. Food, to him was never a given, but rather a blessing if he had managed to scrounge up any during the day. The year went by slowly as he managed to create a living space for himself in a small empty storehouse that had been neglected over the years. On his birthday, or the day he had first regained consciousness, he was given the boon of luck, which altered the course of his life drastically.

As Devon wove through the streets of District 2, he eventually found some people that were standing idly and talking boisterously. With a shy step inward, Devon approached to shine their shoes and ask if they've seen the people in his locket picture, but the moment his rag touched one of their shoes, a foot made contact with his face as he was launched backwards with a resounding thud. As the men laughed and moved on, blood and tears trickled down his face as a distant figure moved closer. Moving his hands up to shield himself, his mind faded into darkness.

Time moved on, and Devon had realized once he woke up, that he had been taken into custody by loving hands. Stacie Wayne, one of the more salient doctors of District 2 had adopted him after finding him on the streets, half-starved and half-dead. At first, he was shy, and very suspicious of her motives for helping him, but eventually, he warmed up to her and she became the first person he would trust in his life. As the year went by, his new mom had taught him how to read and write and he found that he was indifferent to learning. He didn’t have the rapt pleasure of finding new knowledge, but he did find some information helpful in surviving. Once the year ended, his mother married another man who already had another child named Lia.

Being stepsiblings, Devon was quite curious about Lia, but was never able to summon the courage to talk to her for an extended period of time. Whether his crush had formed on her the moment he had seen her or eventually as timed passed by is unknown. In another year, the union was blessed with another child, and in two years, their youngest sibling was born. The moment he saw his “parents” gaze at their own children, he felt a pang of insurmountable jealousy because even with the love Stacie had provided him, he knew that he would never receive the same amount of love as their natural children. Family life was typically a mixed bag for that reason. He still loved his mother for everything that she had done for him, he was indifferent to the man his mother married, and he envied his younger “siblings” for their luxury of two parents while he never really knew his own.

Since the beginning, Devon always wanted to make a name for himself, prove to the others that he was not simple orphan kid who was incredibly lucky that someone chose to adopt him. He would spend most of his free time training furiously with a sword loaned to him by his trainers. His mother frequently blamed his time away as to the reason why Devon did not do particularly well in school, but his “father” approved of his training, giving Devon the chance to train to his heart’s content.
Because he started later than most of the kids in District 2, Devon had a tough time in school. He was never top of the class; he usually regarded Lia as his only friend at school. He was frequently picked on by his peers, causing him to work harder for the day he could be in the Hunger Games.

Comments/Other: Err... I'm not for plagiarism. So... credit for most of this goes to Dee. I wrote the weird 1st/3rd person history for the most part, and Dee finished it with the last two paragraphs. Don't hate on me for forcing others to do my busy work. *coughLunacough* XD Yeah, that's it. I really hate creating characters. ^^