Roth;;4

There's nothing more to life than tomorrow, and if I can't make it until then, what's the point in living?

If you were walking down the street in the middle of a conversation, words would escape your lips, if you were carrying anything, it would probably hit the ground, and if you weren't looking, you'd probably have that sixth sense that say: hey! Turn around! Quick! You might just be lucky enough to see him, and then no one else would ever compare. He's six feet, two inches of the stuff dreams are of. His arms are thick with muscle, even when they aren't tensed, from how tight his shirts are you can see the fine sculpting of his chest, the deep lines in his back that tell you he's powerful. It's not just the muscle, or the height that would make you stop and stare, but it's the way he carries himself. He doesn't strut about like a peacock, he keeps his hands in his pockets, but his chin held high. He's proud of who he is, unafraid of onlookers, though they don't really exist to him.

Look in those soft blue eyes, and you won't see arrogance, you won't feel intimidated, you'll see kindness and compassion - that's only because he's a good liar. He's got a sculpted, statuesque face, strong square jaw, deep set eyes, a strong brow. His only facial flaw is the slight crook in his nose from where it was broken, other than that, his rosette, sun kissed skin is flawless. It's naturally a rosy color, but prolonged exposure from the sun has darkened it, but only slightly. His voice has that dark quality to it, that mysterious one that tickles your ear and makes you wonder if what they're saying is true, or if its just poisonous honey dripping off that velvety tongue.

There's almost nothing wrong with that picturesque body, if you don't see under his shirt. When he was about 5, too young to really remember, he must have gotten caught up in some netting, the criss-cross pattern and web work of brilliant white scars on his rosette skin. Add to those the marks from the whippings, and his back tells a story of pain and suffering that you'll never see written on his face.

He's a big, quite guy who goes about his business most of the time. At school he does his work well enough to skate by. On the weekends, when he's out to sea helping his parents, he puts everything he has into his work. Genuinely he's a well liked guy, but that's only most of the time. There's a side of him very few people get to see, it's that dangerous side, the side he's kept locked in his chest. It's wild and it's vicious and it's dangerous as hell. After school or after work on weekends, when they all gather for training, he has to be best, and to say he's competitive, is a heavy understatement. Winning is an obsession. He craves being a tribute, having his name called, just so nobody'll stop when he's gone too far.

That's the dangerous side, the side he makes sure almost no one sees, but there's another side too, that soft side, the weak side that might make everyone whose afraid of him, laugh. She's the only one who can bring it out of him, that sweet little girl. All she has to do is smile, and he'll melt into the palm of her hand. He's a giant, and she's just a tiny, fragile little thing, he could easily her in two hands, but he'd never let himself lose control around her. She brings out all that's good in him, from the softness in his voice, to the kindness in his eyes, to the true sweetness of his smile. Roth, loves deeper and stronger, than anyone could ever believe - especially out of someone with such a thirst for blood.

These three sides, are almost never in conflict, but that's where the danger comes in. No matter how careful he is, or how strongly he tries to keep himself in check, somethings just set him off, and its nearly impossible to stop him once he's hit that point. The easiest subject to use against him is his family. Just say one word about his father, one word about his mother or brothers, or god forbid Lilly, and you might be going home in a body bag. He's gotten in plenty of trouble for fighting, been whipped a few times for throwing a punch at a peacekeeper, something he never should have done...

He's the oldest of five boys, each one a year behind the other, each one dedicated to their parents, who in turn are dedicated to them. They all work hard, up at the break of dawn, down long after the sun. Roth has always been the role model for his younger brothers, doing all he can to show them what's right, and what isn't. That fierce loyalty to his parents, got him in trouble when he was young. He got into his first fist fight at the age of eight, s bigger boy had mocked Roth's father, for how something so small as how he limped, dragging his left leg slightly behind him.

That was the day Roth's nose got busted, and it was the last time he lost. It was also the first day he became determined to win, at everything. He was already 10 years old when she was born. Little Lilly, the baby sister who would transform his aggression - which had begun to worry his parents. From the moment he laid eyes on that tiny bundle of pink, he adored her. He was like a bear in comparison to her, but no one could deny how gentle he was with her.

There was an accident, when he was fifteen, that changed their fortunes slightly. Everything had been great, they had plenty of food, enough money to get by, but one storm changed that. Roth's father's ship became lost, an for three days he sat on shore, feet in the sand, head in his hands, as he looked out across the water, desperate for any sign of the man he looked up to.

Finally, the ship came home, but Roth's father wasn't among the survivors, and he wasn't among the dead. He was gone, like smoke in the wind. His crew mates said, one minute he was there, the next he was gone. It was blow to Roth that nothing could ever compare to. It didn't feel like he'd been tossed overboard, it felt like he'd abandoned his family and his responsibility to his family. Without his father, they barely had enough to scrape by, and Roth couldn't let that happen. He couldn't sit by and watch his family suffer.

All he needed were the games, all he needed was a chance to change their lives, forever. This time, for the better.