Dred Brinz - d3

Name: Dred Brinz
Age: 14
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 3

Appearance:

What you would recognize most is the red hair. Not natural, of course. Everyone that sees my hair assumes that I'm outgoing, but honestly, I'm quite reserved.

I have a slightly large, pointed nose, which is always the subject of my sister's jokes. Light brown eyes, and bushy eyebrows. Squarish jaw, prominent cheekbones. I have absolutely no facial hair.

I'm tall, like my father. Slender, like my mother. Not very muscular, but very light on my feet, and quick.

If you're superficial enough to actually care about what I wear, it's black, black, and more black. Black tee shirt, black leather jacket. Black straight-legged jeans, black combat boots. My sister tells me that I would fit right in at a rock concert, but to me, how I dress doesn't matter, so I just wear black.
Personality: Where do I even begin? Shy, awkward, angry. That's what stands out the most, I suppose. I don't usually enjoy being around people, because I find that most people just don't interest me at all. With the exception of my sister, Ayrah, of course.

I'm very protective of the people that I actually do care about. I mean, when you don't love too many people, you should protect the few that you do love, right?

I'm not very high maintenance. I don't need much to function. I'm quite simple, actually. Sometimes, I think that I just exist. Nothing special. Nothing important. Just another teenager from District 3.

Honestly, though, I'm not really like others. The superficial killing machines that the Capitol created. I'm quiet and dark, but at least I have a conscience. I disagree with many things in Panem, but if I have one regret, it's not speaking up, like my father did, and making it known that I don't agree with the evil that the Capitol has to offer. And now, I'm just a pawn in their games.

History:

When I was six years old, my mother died, and left me with my father, my grandmother, and a newly born sister. My father was killed by the Capitol for being too "disruptive". Meaning that he disagreed with a higher power, and others followed suit. He caused a 'disturbance', and the officials made an example out of him, to remind everyone who had the upper hand.

So, I grew up with my constantly-ill grandmother and my little sister, Ayrah, who is everything to me. She can be a bit annoying at times, like any younger sibling, but she's one of the most amazing people I know.

In eighth grade, I met Salem, who is now my best friend. She understands me, and relates to me. And we're both equally outcasts. Luckily, there's none of that awkward teenager sexual tension between us. We just click. We're like two peas in a pod, as my grandmother would say.

Honestly, my life hasn't been very interesting with the absence of my parents. Usually, I wake up every morning, go to school, come home and spend time with Ayrah, my grandmother, and Salem(when her parents allow her to come over.) When I'm not in school, I spend time with Ayrah and Salem, write poetry, and work out. I'm not very exciting at all, but living a boring life is much better than what I'm up against now. The Hunger Games.

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