Devlin Warren, District 6(finished)

Name: Devlin Warren
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 6
Appearance:

Dev was warm, the sun flashing off his honey-colored skin as he looked at himself in the cracked mirror. He did like some of his attributes, but others didn’t really make him want to look at himself. Some of the things about himself, overall, that he thoroughly liked were his dark black hair, which was mostly made up of a raven color, with a blue sheen. Hyde really liked his hair, since it was one of his most attractive attributes. It hung around his face in a longish, dark, and rather mysterious way, lying on the base of his neck jagged and smooth. And of course, there was his eyes. They reminded him of the sky just before sunset, when it is at its darkest moment. The deepest, darkest blue you could think of, so dark that is was almost brown. That was Devlin’s eyes.
Dev thought about those two good attributes, and really wanted to add more to that small and important list, which he hung onto just like a life raft. Thinking slowly as he ran a hand through his raven black hair, he also thought that his jaw and his upper lip, which both had at least a day’s worth of stubble coating them in a layer of black, made him look like the rugged picture of the model district 6 guy, as all the brains here looked just as smart as they were famed to be. Anyway, his face looked that way. The rest of his body didn’t match the face, eyes or hair, but maybe there was someone out there who wouldn’t look at that. At least his face was zit free though, and he didn’t have dandruff or some other gross thing like that. Most people didn’t think about those kind of things, now did they.
He didn’t like to explain his body, it was always too hard. So, the short version of that would be that Dev had muscular shoulders and arms, which he didn’t like to flaunt, and had been working out for the past year so that his chest wasn’t just all skin, it was bone and muscle, the way a real man would want it. He hadn’t gotten the six packs he’d been trying for, but at least there would be some physical change in him. Still, he didn’t like the fact that he had the black circular crisscross of patterns branded to the ball of his shoulder, he didn’t like the fact that there was a giant slash across his back from the top of his left shoulder blade diagonally crossed to the right bottom portion of his back. That was the part that defaced his slightly good looks and hair and eyes, and that was the whole reason he was single and an attractive male in this district. He also did tons of work for Six, so there. And the clothes that Devlin usually wore were tight, black, and showed off his figure. Though he attracted much notice, people knew him as someone who had been a slave once, and that turned most people off about him, heh, it had turned off most of the girls that had ever dared approach this mysterious and dark figure with the remarkable eyes.

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[/blockquote]Personality:

I don’t really like to talk about myself, since most people in the district stay away from me anyways. I’m rather dark and not many people like to stay around downers and those who have dreams and think about what could happen outside of this world we’ve created. I have a great job for a technology company, thinking every day of new inventions and things to create, and I always get to have the newest phone or computer, which makes me happy. I really do have some hobbies, which include dreaming about life, I have a great sense of adventure, I enjoy stargazing, playing tricks on the Peacekeepers when I can, I enjoy waking up in the middle of the night sometimes, woken by the idea of a new invention, playing with my phone, meeting new people, especially girls, because the amount that talk to me are few and far in between.
I enjoy nature when I can get it, eating food daily, and just living on in this existence. However, there is one thing that I am not happy with, and that is that no one wants to use our various tech to find other life beyond Panem. I already know that they don’t want us to find out about anything else, and don’t even let the districts fraternize with each other, which means they don’t trust us, and have total control over our lives, which I already knew from my past experiences. I have tried to befuddle the Capitol whenever possible, any electronics that go directly to them, I try and mess with a little, so that they don’t really work right. Anyways, rebellion is in my personality and I will try and fight with every day.
I have a rather klutzy way about me when I'm around people that I don't know. I mean, usually, they don't seem me, but, like this one time, I was just walking along in the shadows, and then tripped over this little black dog, and then I wasn't so invisible anymore. That time, I managed to roll from the fall, adn get back up and keep walking, but I heard a few sniggers, so I know that I was seen that time by someone. People see me a lot, but usually not for who I truely am. Like I said, I'm somtimes klutzy, and that tends to make me out as avoidable for a whole other reason.

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[/blockquote]History:

Young, I remember being young when my father was taken away for going against the Capitol, and trying to defy them by hiding one of his boys from the reaping. Me. He didn’t want his two sons reaped, he only had two, and didn’t want them to die before they even had a chance to know life. He was a good guy that way, I’m sure. But that was how he got taken by the Capitol, and was never seen or heard from again. We lived on, but my mother was never the same, going around with a glance over her shoulder, always making sure her children were always close by, and freaking out when they were late from coming home from school. My brother, Sam, finally got fed up with that kind of an existence, and once he was 17, moved away from home. We never hear from him or see him, and I find that rather sad, and I miss him a lot, because he always knew what to do when mom started crying about her son and husband, who were both taken from her by the ravages of the battle we were warring with the Capitol, trying to defy them, but not being able to resist.
I worry about my mom a lot, and also my friend, Terra, who is going to get reaped one day, and then will leave me, alone with this life, alone in my dreams, alone with my mother, not friends, the closing thing I have to a potential girlfriend and the only girl who will get near me. She and I talk a lot about things like the Capitol, things I care about but don’t dare discuss with my mom! Let’s see, I used to have a dog, who was mine for about a year, and then randomly left me. Once, when my father was still here, my mom and dad and I used to go to the tech store and spend the whole day there, which was before I started working for them, and before they figured out that my father and mother were fierce fighters for freedom from the Capitol. While we were there, a bunch of Peace Keepers suddenly burst in, and began shooting everyone and everything. I pushed my mom to the floor, while I hit the cold tiles and tried to escape.
I failed. As I was just about to reach the door, one of the Peace Keepers saw me, and taking out a whip, drew a slash from my left shoulder blade to my right lower back, and I suddenly blacked out. Hours later, I found myself inside a cart with a bunch of other teens, my hands tied together, and I realized I had been taken by a slave raid. Yes, there are secretly slaves in Panem. For three years, I worked for multiple masters, not being beaten because my master’s wives usually were infatuated by my appearance. Still, my life was living hell, and I don’t really like to talk about it. All I can tell you is that one of my masters branded my shoulder with the crisscross design that’s there now, and I can’t really tell you much other than that. It was hell, that’s all I can say.
Until one day that when I was being traded, my new master turned out to be a friend of Terra’s, and knew me by the description of my eyes. He bought me, and returned me to my home. My mother was still alive, and I began living with her, though she had lost her mind and was basically crazy, though she knew who I was, and held onto this fact. She still did, until last year, when she was taken to the asylum, and I don’t know what happened to her. I tried to stop them, but this time, they didn’t even bother with me, they just dragged her out, while one of them held a knife against my throat, until they were all in the truck, and then he ran towards it, leaping aboard while they drove off. I watched them go, and after that, I began living on my own in my family’s’ house, not really wanting anything more than to wallow in my own dark existence.

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[/blockquote]Codeword: odair
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FC: Thomas McDonnell