Dagan Grim District 11

Starting with his head Dagan has shaggy and straight dark brown hair that no matter what he does decides it was to hang in front of his eyes light wheat brown eyes. His skin and complexion is fairly smooth, that is unless you don’t count the scars that riddle the back of his neck. Of course these aren’t where they stop but also not where they began. Turning back to his face you can see a small shadow of what could be facial hair across his strong jaw and chin line.

His upper body is slightly different then what you would commonly expect in district 11. This is mostly is due to his long slender yet well-toned and muscular body. Most consider him to look weak yet no one would guess that he was the one in his family that pushes the plow across they’re spot of land to start the growing process. Though one of his strengths is well known just from his build, he can run. This strong legs and well warn feet have shown to be useful on many occasions.

The one things that Dagan keeps hidden from the world about his build though is his back. You could never know how toned it is because of the many whipping scars that cut across it. Barely anyone can really look at it without cringing out of pain or sympathy for him. Yet some times he likes to wear them as a badge of honor, something he had gotten doing what he knew was right, even when others thought it rediculas.

Dagan has known pain all his life. If it wasn’t from the brutal death of his mother then it was from the maiming of his older brother. These things and the world around him have shaped his mind and himself into someone who, even though they really can’t afford it, takes some of the grain his family grows and takes it to others in his small village that need it. He has even been known to pay off peacekeepers so that his family might keep some of it for themselves.

Yet his attitude is very reserved, he tries to stay away from areas where people gather and try to mingle., though when forced to be amoung others he holds up a mask of complete ease. In school he sits in the back, writing things down that he dreams or he has wondered. Such things like, what EXACTLY was Panem before the dark days? Things that have gotten him whipped in front of his entire school, just as his actions with the grain his family grows has caused him to be publicly whipped. Some see him as a bit of a hero, others get annoyed with the fact that even though he acts like this he doesn’t much act the part.

Dagans normal personality has always been a joker, a goofy around his family yet a dark individual who really doesn’t care what people think about him even if it could cause him his life. He either just wants to have fun or wants the people around him to survive. Some say that he can be two completely different people. 1 being a guy who goes out of his way to go through pain so that people can eat. While the other is someone dark, someone who seems would rather fight then actually care about others. Two sides of the same coin.

Dagan Gram was born in a small village in District 11 to Shafe and Clover Gram. He is the middle son of the family, placed between his older brother Wrend and his little sister Lace. His family has always known tragedy in the district like any other of the many farming families. When he was 6 his mother fell from exhaustion while working in they’re field. A peacekeeper who was overseeing the area tried to drag her to her feet while his father asked the man repeatedly if he could take his wife home so she could rest. Even though it seemed to make since and even other Peackeepers around him had taken an ever so slight petty upon the woman, told the head to let Dagans father take her he insisted that she was faking it. After some time of frustration because of the womans actions and him brutally beating her and demanding her to rise, the Peacekeeper withdrew his side arm and fired two shots in her knee caps and then a final in her brain. The very gruesomeness of the action caused the Peacekeeper to be relieved from his duties, not only because of the death but because it was one less worker to harvest the fields. It soon became clear to the man, in a drunken state and after 3 months of solid drinking that he had lost everything based on the actions of the woman’s family. So in the dead of night the Ex Peacekeeper came to the Gram home, broke in and brutally cut they’re oldest son with a knife. Only after Shafe came and killed the man were they able to save the son. Unfortunately he lost his right arm completely and his face was horrifically disfigured. When other Peacekeepers arrived, hearing the disturbance from the street. They treated Wrend of his wounds and then publicly wipped they’re father. Saying that the fact that Wrend had lost his arm and had become ugly enough that no one would want him was enough of a punishment. They’re would be no family from the UGLY son.

These memories fallowed Dagan through his life, not just in his mind, seeing his brother being torn apart, but also whispers as he would walk down the street. He wasn’t always Dagan Gram, sometimes he was that guy with the dying family. Or he was the brother of the guy who hides his face. It almost seemed like his family was a disgrace for only being attacked by, in his mind, a government official. Because of these thoughts he became strongly opposed to certain rules that the Iron fisted mayor of District 11 would impose. Starting at the age of ten he would try to sneak food from what he would harvest so that his family could eat better and not starve. Other times he would try to barter with Peacekeepers for rights to give other families some of the grain they had gained that year for things they had grown. Because of this Dagan knew public cruelty at the hands of the Mayor all to well, even to the point where some wondered if he did things just so he could enjoy the pain he reaped during the public beatings. Of course this wasn’t true but he didn’t care. People could think what they wanted to think, as long as his rebellious acts were seen and noticed he didn’t care. He wanted to show everyone that they didn’t have to fall and take the idea that they could not eat what they reaped. Some called him crazy but he didn’t and doesn’t seem to care.

After his sixteenth birthday a weird since of wonder came while watching the hunger games. Could he not spit in the face of the government there as well? Could he not show THE COUNTRY that they’re was another way? It all seemed strange to him but he began to silently train as he harvested and on days when he wasn’t in school. It even became clear to him that he was fairly good with close combat weapons such as swords. These of course were scarce in his District but he knew that the harvesting sickles they used were a lot like swords. For now this is what he has become. A quiet revolutionary bent on hopefully making the hunger games to show the world what is wrong and what is right.