Arik Massri **District 11** [DONE] | Hunger Games: The RPG

Arik Massri **District 11** [DONE] Jul 29, 2011 21:45:46 GMT -5

Post by wyldwing on Jul 29, 2011 21:45:46 GMT -5

Appearance:

People often call me, "good looking". Yea, right. I'm like every other guy in District 11, and thats what pisses me off. I have smooth black hair that always stick up slightly, girls say its "hot" I say its annoying. It's short, I like it that way. I'd never think of growing my hair lower than my ears. I'm a dude, thank you very much. Except, it always looks messy. No matter what I try, it never seems to want to cooperate, I don't think its in my nature to look 'dashing' or 'fancy' as my parents seem to expect. I mean, come on, we are in District 11, just 'cause we happen to have a little more money than others, doesn't mean we have to act like freakin' royalty.

My eyes, possibly the best thing about me. One of the only good things about me. They're deep and brown, and have been said to be clear windows into my heart. One glance, and you can tell how I'm feeling. Not that I try to hide it anyway, I hate those guys who try to act all badass, never showing any emotion. Its just plain stupid. I proudly wear my heart on my sleeve, and i intend to keep it that way.

Like I said before, I'm not fancy. I'm always wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Partly, because they're comfortable to work in. Partly because wearing my old worn out t-shirts and hole-filled jeans annoys my parents to no end. Though, I don't see why... I mean they buy me new clothes every once in a while, but its not like I get a new outfit every week. I once asked my dad why, all he replied was 'Its the way you present yourself. I won't have my son walking around slumped and all dirty. You don't even attempt to save your clothes." Like I'm going to try to save my clothes while I'm working in the fields with peacekeepers watching my every move. I swear, my parents are wrong in the head. They think we're careers or something.

I have an athletic, lean build; like mose kids in District 11. You can credit some of that to working, every day, for hours on end, in the orchards and fields. You can also credit my natural build. You know, genetics. I was born lucky. God, I'm turning into my father, better change the subject, quick.

I'm average in height, only about 5'11''. Weight-wise, even though my parents insist we're "rich", or at least in District 11 standards, I'm still pretty skinny. Though, I'm always one to help a friend if they need something. Not out of pity, never. Just, good ol' fashioned neighborly stuff.

Now, for facial features, I've already gone over eyes, so we can check that off this ever-growing list. Lets start with the worst. My nose... oh my nose. It was broken. Pretty bad. It never healed properly, even if my mom's a nurse, sometimes herbs just dont cut it. Now, it's crooked, and just plain ugly. If you ask anyone around the district, it was broken in an epic battle with my neightbor's bully son. But, the true story is, I tripped, smashed my nose on a rock, and cried for three hours while my mom tried to fix it. Manly, I know.

Next are my ears. They aren't nearly as bad as my nose, but they're nowhere near what I'd want them to be. First off, one's noticably bigger than the other, and I keep my hair too short to hide it. I also have a scar on my left ear from a bad incident with a bird I tried to keep as a pet when I was five. I still can't ear right in that ear.

My face is just a bit too long for my liking, but I really don't care about that. I mean, you can tell, I'm not a guy who notices my faults....

My lips just happen to be my favorite facial feature, other than my eyes of course. They are pretty full and a shade of, light peach. Don't ask me why I know that.

But to wrap things up, for this section of 'all about Arik Massri' I know I'm not perfect. And I nowhere near look perfect. But this is me, take it or leave it. I'm not gonna change for anybody. Real friends will accept me for who I am. I don't expect everyone to like me, but they are sure as hell gonna have to put up with me.

By the way, if you were wondering, I'm left handed.

Personality:

First thing you should know about me, I'm bi. I like both boys and girls, I never saw the big deal about that. But it seems everybody freaks out when you like the same gender, so not even my closest friends know. I don't think I'll ever tell them. I can't. No one knows but me, and I'm not even sure that I definatley like guys and girls. Its all so confusing.

This, makes me just a bit shut off to the world. I can't open up to some feelings as well as others. But, other than my... secret... I am very open to telling others how I feel, what I'm thinking. I'm an open book. Thats good in some cases, and bad in others.
Just, don't always trust me with a secret, I love talking way too much. The jucier the gossip, the better. I can't help it! Drama is interesting.

Even if I love gossip, I'm nothing but loyal to good friends. They tell me a secret, I'll take it to the grave. If I'm not fond of you though, I wouldn't tell me anything. I'm spiteful. I never let something go. Revenge is sweeter than gossip. Much, much sweeter.

Too add to my list of problems, I am extemely paranoid. I always think someone or something is out to get me. I barely get any sleep at night, due to the fact that every single creak makes me jump. Images of peacekeepers with guns, robbers with knives, and rabid animals flash through my head a mile a minute. Needless to say, this has never happend. Doesn't stop me from thinking it.
I think the problem is: I know to much.

I spend half my time scared out of my mind. So natrurally I'm a bit jumpy. I hate surprises; surprise parties, practical jokes I just hate them all. I can't stand it. I need to know whats going on. I don't want to be surprised. I don't see the fun in it at all.

Away from my paranoia and other problems, lets get to the stuff that doesn't make me look like a total wimp.

I'm nosy. I hate being outside 'the loop'. I just feel plain stupid, yet I revel when I know something others don't and just can't wait to tell them. I'm a pro eavesdropper. I've overheard many convorsations that weren't ment for my ears. Some people still don't know exactly what I've overheared. I'm not caught, most of the time.
The one time I was... well I was whipped so hard I couldn't sit for a month.

You could say I'm brave. A lot of people do. I, though, have other words, such as headstrong and stupid. I don't always think things through and rush into situations with no plan. With my vengeful, impatient nature, I usually act now, think 'Oh, this probably was a dumb plan'later.

Being smart was never my thing. I can make passing grades in school sure. But, I'm not talking about THAT kind of smart. I'm talking about street smarts. I have the street smarts of a three year old girl. Yea it's that bad. First off, I'm way too trusting. People have taken advantage of this before, feeding me lies, making me think that they are my friends, when they were just really with me 'cause I had a tiny bit of extra money in my pocket.

You're probably thinking, how can I be paranoid and trusting at the same time. What can I say? I'm I guy of contradictions. But if you must know, I'm only paranoid while alone, in the dark, my weakest moments. When the sun rises, my confidence does to. Therefore, me, during the night, is comepletely different than what I am during the day. Things can be so complicated, I know.

So to wrap this whole thing up, I like day better than night. Aspects of my personality contradict themselves. I'm in a really confused state in my life. And without friends, I'd be a miserable person, who probably would never even leave his parents house.
Wow, that aspect looks so bright doesn't it?
Lets just hope I'll always have friends by my side. Friends are the fine line between Life, and well, a shell of a life.

History:

My grandfather won the Hunger Games many, many years ago. Well, it probably wasn't that long ago, but every day seems to last forever. Anyway, when my grandfather died, he left all the money he had left over to my mother. We dont live in his old house though. My home is a cream colored, four-room house, which consists of my room, my mother and father's room, a guest room and kitchen. Most of the money is gone now, but we have a little left over, making us just a bit richer than other District 11 families.

Maiya Jamie Marie Massri, a very proud, woman. Great daughter of a Victor of a Hunger Games. I call her mom. She's always telling me to, 'hold my head high' and to be 'proud of my heritage'. But it's hard when nobody even remembers what my grandfather's name was, let alone which games he won. Hell, my mother rambles on about it every day and I don't even remember.

Quincy Massri, a quiet, yet very opinionated man with an honor complex. Technically, he's not my real dad. I have no idea who my real dad is, but, he took care of me, and is, in all ways that matters, my father. Anyway, he is like me, in many ways. We are both very open about how we feel, and I feel more, comfortable around him than I do my mother. But... he still is extremely proud, and obsessed with honor. He wants me to grow up, get married and settle down with children. Imagine what would happen if I didn't end up falling for a woman... I shudder at the thought.

I'm an only child, never had any siblings. I often wondered what it would be like, when I was younger, to have siblings, but now that I'm older, I'm glad I'm an only child. My mother is already to scatterbrained without a baby running around the house.

Capitol. I hate the very word. They are controlling, freaks that torment us for pure entertainment. If I ever got Reaped, I'm sure I would die, no doubt. I have no special talent. I'm no career. I don't want to be. If i could, I would tear down the capitol brick from brick. But, that would most likely get my family killed, and with all the peacekeepers around here, it's not like I can even attempt to begin a revolution.

Speaking of peacekeepers, I don't have a very good reputation with the law. Sometimes I don't know when to shut my mouth. I've been mid rant and turned around to see a peacekeeper looking over my shoulder, whip at the ready. I've been whipped a good few times let me tell you. I just can't keep my mouth shut sometimes.

Well, away from all that stuff, lt me tell you about daily life, working and such. You know, just a normal day.

My mother is sort of a doctor here. She knows herbs better than most and knows how to make little poltices and such to boost immune syste and even replenish energy after a hard days work. People pay pretty kindly for that kind of stuff.

My father and me are just normal workers, day in and day out, out in the fields, picking fruit, growing vegitables, and any other kind of stuff you can think of. During the hot months, its just unbarable. There's no way to escape the heat when your out in the fields, and yet, we are forced to work. Did I mention that I hate the Capitol?

About a year ago, was when I got my first girlfriend... and I swear, I think she's the reason I can't even look at girls the same ever again. Not because she was terrible, quite the opposite. She was perfect, beautiful, and she loved me. Imperfections and all. But, she was poor... very, very poor.
I tried! I tried to help her, I offered food, water, anything she needed. Anything.

She always refused my offers, saying if she couldn't live by herself, she wasn't truely alive. Then... one terrible day, I walked into her house. It was out anniversary, I'd brought some special flowers, Orchids, the flower she was named after.
She told me her parents had died and they were sending her to District 1, where, on the day she turned 18 she would be trained as a peacekeeper.

Lovely Orchid was ripped from me. I vowed to never love another woman. Naturally, my body found a loophole.

So, this is the end of 'All about Arik Massri'. An average looking, confused, complicated District 11 boy. Though, I have a strange feeling I'll turn out to be much, much more. Only time will tell.