West Adrao Manningly (wanderer)

If someone were to describe West, the first things they would mention would be his eyes. His left eye is black, and the right, sky blue. He was born with it, and likes it. It get's people's attention, and keeps it. They are eyes that challenge you to (depending on your personality) keep your temper, or keep your pants dry. The next thing people would say about West, would be the cold, suspicious look that constantly occupies those mismatched eyes, even during his most happy expression. He has a long-ish face, too young too be careworn, but not too young to be hard.

He is african american, not mulatto though. When I say african american, I mean a color that suggests the amazon night under a thick canopy. He owns short curly black hair and is strong, muscled rather intimidatingly. He is too young to have scars yet, but secretly looks forward to when he does aquire one. He is tall, and stands straight at six feet two inches. His teeth, are white and straight, large in his mouth. Lastly, his smile is what people would notice, lastly, because he employs it lastly, and they notice it, because of the degrading tone in it.

West is a leader. Anyone could tell you that just by talking with him for a few minutes, maybe seconds. This leaderly behavior often comes by as arrogance, and brusqueness. His self preservation is strong, and tends to be his leading trait, this marks him as selfish, but he's working (albeit slowly) on it. Diligence and a "go gettem" attitude are also a couple of his leading traits. He doesn't care what anyone else thinks, and sometimes even goes out of his way to annoy someone if it is a particularily off day for him. He tells it as he sees it, and if you said to him "You don't beat around the bush do you?" He'd reply, "What bush?"

He has a good sense of humor when he wants to, mostly at other people's expense. He isn't exactly a loner. He may seem like a loner, but in order to act a leader, he needs people. He is extremely social, but has trouble connecting with people. A big wedge in friendship is pride, and he has alot of that. As a young person, he is just learning the ropes of becoming an effective leader. His suspicion of new people is simply his self preservation, and protective qualities that are shining through. When he's angry, you know it. He clenches his jaw and knits his dark eyebrows together, glaring daggers into your soul, while crossing his massive arms across his chest (if you're lucky and he doesn't deck you).
Black and blue, his eyes fit his personality well. Quick tempered, and strong, people new to knowing him, usually obey him just for the sake of not being turned black and blue. But people who have gotten to know him, have seen his good side, and follow him because they love him. Yes. He has a loveable side. He is extremely loyal and loves deeply. His humor is amusing and his voice calmingly deep. But in order to have a peek at this side, he has to let down his guard around you, and that in itself is a great complement. He is very caring when it comes down to those people he can let down his guard around, intensely so. Basically everything about him is intense.

He didn't always see the world as a dark place, but he did always see it as dangerous. Born to the rebels, he hasn't ever seen the Hunger games, but he has had enough experience with mutts, and people who have grown up in the districts, his hate for the capitol is as ardent as he can see it becoming. Who could subject their fellow human beings to such torment? He was taught to defend himself, and all the necessities to life as a rebel, reading and writing, of course, basic mathematics, and a little algebra. Some kids enjoyed the work, it was sit down time, a time when they didn't have to commit to manual labor. But West hated it. He wanted to be out working with his hands, learning to fight. He didn't see how learning to read, write, and add could help him in helping the rebellion.
When he was 13, his mother was ripped from his arms by a mutt created by the capitol. As his mother disappeared down it's maw, he felt something awaken inside of him. Everything was in slow motion, and grabbing the knife given to him by his father just before he was murdered in battle, he resolved to avenge his mother. The mutt lunged, and West watched it come, it's teeth still dripping with his mothers blood. At the last second, he jumped, and as bloodied fangs snapped shut just underneath him, he thrust the knife downwards, straight into it's brain. That was his snapping point.

After that, he was sired as an official rebel, one of the youngest to accomplish single handedly killing a muttation. He trained harder, and became harder. Ever since his mother's death he wasn't the same, that was when his wall became inpenetrable, that was when his innocence was lost, and the hatred for the capitol turned him into the person he is today. He is still working on undoing that damage, still not positive he wants to. However, he knows it will never go all the way away. There will always be a part of him as black as a coffin underground, a place that will be reserved for the capitol and it's sadistic creations.

He fell in love when he was 16. She was moderately pretty, rather plain, and very strong in her beliefs. She was the epitome of a strong mind. However, her body, even at 15, was weak. She fell prey to pnuemonia, and died within a couple hours because they hadn't the right means of treating her immediately at their disposal. West watched her die, unable to help, or even sit beside her, for the rebels feared he might catch it and create an epidemic. He hasn't forgiven the rebels for that. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to. After all, how could he forgive the people who had held him back from his love while she screamed his name? While she whispered it in her last moments? After that was when he joined a base outside of district 13, and he has served there ever since, ironing out his emotions, forgetting pain as best he can.