Blake Anderson. (D4) Resubmission. {WIP}

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I'm not exactly sure why I'm doing this, but since I've already started, I might as well finish. If you really want to get to know me better, just read on. I'll try my best not to bore you to death. I mean, you gotta give me some credit. Its not like everyday you have to go and full-out explain everything about yourself to someone. So please, bear with whatever happens to come out of my mouth.

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm pretty hot. Not to be all stuck up or anything, but it's just something to get to notice over the years. It's not just something you ignore and put to the side. It sticks with you forever; And trust me, it's not as fun as it fully sounds. It's just people giving themselves up for your looks, and nowhere near trying to get to know you as a person. It's like skipping a stone into the sandy shores while blinded. You don't get to notice what kind of rock your skipping, and you don't even know what you're really aiming for. You just want something to happen in your favor. Sometimes it's fun, but sometimes it's just annoying as hell. It's like they're always crowding around you just to get a word with you. Okay, maybe it's not exactly like that, but it certainly feels like that. School and at home alike, I get no space when I need it most.

Being 6'2 and sexy, I'm also a brunette. No, I'm not blonde or a redhead. I'm a brown haired brunette. Sure, people say it's a bland colour, once without real feeling or love. Screw that. Hair colour doesn't explain anything about you or your personality. (Except that blondies are dumb, of course.) What really tells you something about someone based on there hair is the style they wear it in. You can tell if some dude or chick is a nerd or not based on their haircut, or whether a dude or chick is hot and the partying type. You can tell if they're trying to be badass, and you can tell if they're trying to draw attention to themselves. You see, hair does tell you a lot about someone. Why I know this, I haven't got the slightest idea in hell. As for me, I wear my hair rather hot unique, though it doesn't ever attract any unwanted strange attention. Everyone still treats me as if I had any other looks, and I'm grateful for that. Not that I'd let them get away with teasing me without a word with them first. As for the actually haircuts I sport, I guess I'll explain them to you.

My hair is cut short in the back, and my ears are easily revealable. The longest part of my hair is my bangs, and my most used style of hair is fairly simple. I take a few dabs of gel onto my finger tips, and run it through my hair to one side. It becomes side-swept, revealing my forehead, and flipping my hair in a 'wave' like fashion. Sometimes I just use this when my bangs have grown to long, and begin bothering me.[First pictures style.] Another style I use simply with a few dabs of gel, is spiking my bangs up. I honestly love doing this style when I'm going out to events, or something more special than an average day of fishing or another boring day stuck in school.[2nd pictures style.] When I'm too lazy to use gel at all, or when I've just awoken from a deep slumber, my bangs simply hang down. It's something I find more natural to do, though I think I look a tad bit worse when I'm like this. I look into the mirror sometimes, and realizes how much it bothers me, so I put gel into my hair. Luckily, living in the district I do, I can afford it. That's not the only thing that bothers me every morning when I look into the mirror though.

It's not always all that bad, though. My genetically white, perfect teeth are something I'm actually grateful for. Something my families actually done right for me that I haven't absolutely hated. Usually they want to help me with other things, but in my mind, all they wanna ever do is annoy me. But, beyond my shining white smile lies one set of eyes I've dreaded my whole life. Me left eye wields a shining crystal blue like colour, with a palette of various browns soaked into it's center. My right eye however, wields a totally different colour. A green one, practically replicating the clear sea's of District Four. Heterochromia iridium is what it's called- Having two different coloured eyes. Yea, I can hardly remember the name too. I've always gotten teased and made of about them, and even prodded over by other kids thinking my eyes were cool. But no. They were not, and are not cool now. It's no different from when I was younger. Aside from that noticeable flaw in my appearance, there's once I spot beneath my messed up eyes. It's these bags I get from the un-easy sleep I get most of the time. Not exactly sure why though. I spend most nights staring blankly at my ceiling, not having a single care about what's going on around me. These things under my eyes are stained a deep blue, with specks of purple edging around it. Sure, sometimes people notice, but usually my eyes get the attention. Thank god I don't get shit from people about everything I don't like about myself. Though, now they've grown alongside me and have learned their ways of bullying, and it's something I still get a lot, but I set that aside, since I've always got the best sarcasm and insults to throw back at 'em. They can't beat me at my own game. It's simply impossible.

Sure, I've got my eyes. But it isn't all too bad. People eventually get over it, (if they're mature enough) and just let it go. Sometimes I even let myself forget about it, and just let the opinions of those I actually care about matter to me. But one thing I can't let go off, is my scar. It runs down from the bottom crease of my right eye, flowing down to my cheekbone like a river of fucking disgust. Sure, it made me look tough. Sure, some people think it looks cool. But me, I hated it. I honestly wish I didn't have it. I swear, every time I look at Quartz, (My girlfriend) she winces at the sight of it. It's just one of the many flaws I can't help but be human about, and hate. I get enough crap about it from my friends, but when it begins to get personal with people of whom I actually give a crap about, then I begin to doubt it. God, how much I regret that day I got this scar. I swear, one day I'll find a way to get it off my damn face. The sexier the better, right?

Apart from my face, the rest of my body is just as hot. I'm not like those guys who decide studying is better than everything else, and I'm bot one of those guys that thinks body-building is their whole life. I keep myself fit so I'm not as skinny as a twig, and also so i don't turn into some fatass whale-being. Swimming is the main thing I do to gain build, aside from the mini daily workouts I do. I don't take career training, and I don't plan on it either. All that does is make people more stuck-up then they should be, and more eager to kill 23 other kids then they should be. It makes them messed up in the brain. And trust me, it's the last thing I wanna become. I mean, I'm already good enough, why ruin that? I've got abs, a 6-pack to be exact, and I've got a averagely tanned body. I spend a lot of times out in the waters, so I'm not as pale as a District 3 kid, and I'm not as tan as some people in District 4 are. Honestly, if you're too tan and it doesn't match you at all, you look like total crap. Just sayin'.

Aside from all the features that are actually built into me naturally, (except for that scar.) There's other things that make me look like who I am. I'm not someone who doesn't care at all about fashion, but I'm also not someone who stresses for hours over what I should wear for the day. I just decide on something nice and wear it. And trust me, if I don't like it, I won't wear it. No exceptions. At home I look much, much different then I do at school, so maybe that's something you care about. No? I'll tell you anyway.

Well, it’s not like I dress up at home as if it were an occasion, and I don’t bother to set aside a special pair of clothes for when I’m at home. If I don’t have to go to that so called prison called school, I’d probably spend the whole day relaxing in my pajamas. (Unless I was going to go swimming, I’d dress appropriately…) When I come home from school however; I don’t change or do anything unless I’m ready to sleep. I wear contacts most of the time, since they’re way easier and efficient (for my looks.) then having these thick rimmed black chic glasses. I don’t hate my glasses though, and occasionally I’ll actually wear them to school- But that would have to be an absolute emergency, or I’d need a good excuse to make myself do so. Otherwise, I’m all for contacts and not having to wear those things on my face. Apart from that, I dress rather normally. I don’t have abnormal amounts of clothe stacked in my drawers and closet, and I haven’t got so little clothes I use 2 shirts over the course of 3 years. Fashion isn’t the world to me, but it certainly tells people who you are- And I intend to let people know who I am.

Like I said before- I look a lot different than I do at home then at school. I didn’t mean clothes wise, I meant everything else but clothes wise. My hair is different, it’s usually not held by gel at home, since I don’t give a living crap about what my parents think about my looks. Their opinions were always positive though- But equally as annoying. Around Quartz, I dress normally as well, since it’s only fair I show her as I am without the preparation I do to look well at school. It really is only fair she sees the full side of me, and not just the one that loves being sarcastic at school. Typically, I dress in plain, straight legged denim jeans- Usually in a black-ish grayish colour. Other times, I just wear board shorts, since the weather here Is often more than hot enough to lose the jeans.

As for my fashion shirts and shoes wise, I'm pretty simple there too. I wear simple T-shirts underneath a sweatshirt, plaid shirt, long sleeve-d shirts or a kinda jacket that could be mistaken as a trench coat. I'm simple really, and wearing simpler things as such. I like stripes, if you really need to know. I guess that's all I can really say about my appearance. I could go on about my ears and nose, but I really don't have to- There's nothing interesting at all about them. Fingers, toes, they're all the same. You really don't need details on those. I guess you know what I look like now, so I guess it's only fair and logical to tell you how I act.

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Yea, I know I'm hot on the outside, but here's a real treat for you. I'm just as hot on the inside. Sure, some people don't like me, but I don't really get why. I'm so hard to resist. Sure, everyone's got their own little back story in life on why and how they act, but me, I don't have one that spectacular. I've got a simple one- A plain one with a solid reason. I act the way I do because I don't want to turn out to be like my parents. I don't want to be like they are at all I want to be my own person, one that's nearly the opposite of my parents. It's not really that dramatic, but a reason's a reason, not matter how good or bad it is. I just really don't want to turn out like my parents. Not. At. All.

Sure, I've been labelled as a man-whore, but honestly, I think people are overreacting. It's not like I literally sell out my body to people for money- In fact, that's not that case at all. It's not even close. The word 'slut' and 'whore' are often used to my chagrin, since they're totally a over statement of the truth. I mean sure, when you're angry you call someone it, but when you're just saying it for laughs, it's not cool. Like, at all. The only reason why I'm called a man-whore is because I used to, and I repeat, used to be kind of a easy-getter for girls. I'd get 'em, do what I wanted with them and moved on with my life. Girls did the same to me and life seemed great. But I was missing on on what was better- So know, I guess you could label me as a man-whore, but with Quartz around, she's totally changed how I act. And it's better this way. For the both of us.

Relating to what I've already said, I do have a line I sometimes cross. If I do ever get needy for a relationship or someone to have some fun with, I'm willing to take them from somebody. No, there's no special plot or twist to what I'm saying. If someone has a girl (or boy...) that I want, I'm willing to pry them apart so I can have one of them. Even if it's just for a single night. It's usually worth the oaths and threats I get the next day from their partners. (Sometimes ex-boy/girlfriends.) Call me a heart-breaker, call me a jerk, but whatever you do, do not call me a man-whore. I really don't think that's the right word that fits a situation as explained. I think the word "genius" suits it way better, don't you agree? I mean how is getting somebody you want a bad thing? ( Even though I'm not supposed to do this anymore, it's often fun to think about who I would do it with and who'd get angry at me if I wasn't in a relationship. I could never hurt Quartz. So I could never do this as long as we're together. Trust me, it's worth it 100%. Yes, I can actually care about things. Surprising?)

In the event of certain situations, I usually tend to act in different ways as well. I can be my normal, sarcastic, amazing self, or I can be the nicer, more caring, yet still amazing self. How do I decipher how to act in what situations? Well, seems pretty simple to me, really. Sarcastic, jokey things are sarcastic, and serious, non-laughing matters are serious to me. it really isn't a mind blower, sorry. And if you ever figure I'm acting a bit slow; stupid even, I probably just woke up. It's been a problem for awhile. 10 minutes or so after I wake up, I probably won't even know where the hell I am. So really, don't try and get to know me right after I wake up. It'll never end well.

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