Aden Lowell, District 1 [WIP]

     Aden's an average five foot, nine inches of solid athleticism. Though he's obviously no bodybuilder, the guy is visibly solid. You can tell he can fend for himself, though only the most extremely timid might find him intimidating--intimidation just isn't part of his personality (unless you're a relative stranger and have played your cards right).

     As far as the details go, Aden's unkempt within reason. His onyx hair is kept at shoulder-length, and he usually runs his hands through it enough to keep it somewhat messy. His eyebrows are naturally thin but still natural-looking, and his eyes are such a dark brown that they, at the quick, occasional glance, look to be the same color as them. Similarly thin is his upper lip, which stands in odd contrast with his fuller lower lip. It's an odd combination that would stand out more at close range were it not for the fact that he usually keeps his face anywhere from slightly scruffy to a very light beard.

     Aden's voice, however, is slightly higher pitch than anyone might expect. He is by no means high pitched; people just more often tend to associate his build with some sort of bass. Aden is in fact a low tenor--he's neither here nor there in exceptional pitch.

     Being from a solidily well-to-do family, Aden has the means to dress above the stereotypical poor "living in Panem" look. Based on the weather, he can usually be found in either torn jeans or equally frayed dark cargo shorts and old t-shirts and henleys. He usually dresses on the darker side, but don't dare call him goth. He just usually has one or two pieces of clothing on him that's dark, but everything else is a comparatively light shade of basically any color.

     At the core, Aden's pretty outgoing. He's got no qualms with interacting with most anyone and isn't afraid to make his opinion known. That's not to say he has some qualms with being polite when the situation calls for it--in fact, he can be downright nice to be around most of the time. He does, however, tend to have an unconscious need to have the last word; it's not a conscious need, but he just finds the need to have it.

     In order to do this, though, he does need someone who can keep the conversation with him. If he doesn't have this, however, his personality does crumble around the edges a bit--without a steady, equal conversational partner, he doesn't really know how to act. He loses his sense of when to talk, and he bites the smallest top bit of his lip impulsively.