Alex Wright - District Eight [WIP]

He's the type of person you don't want to mess with. The type of person who gets pissed off so easily, he could punch you for laughing too hard at a stumble, or give you a death glare for staring too long at him. Alex is definitely a fighter. He was born a fighter and always will be one, always consisting of having to do something and believing it was the right thing. In his mind, it's a vent to anger, rage and sadness. He uses his hands rather than words, to express what he means. It's not that he never uses words, he just doesn't feel like they are worth moving his mouth. The adrenaline from using his fists is like a drug that immediately gets him addicted, he doesn't want to stop. Like a wave of lovely pain and joy, he tends to lose himself in fighting. Once he starts, it gets harder and harder to stop him. He can't handle his fighting side, fight or flee is an obvious choice. Fight. It's all he has ever known and probably continue on like that.

Alex suffers anger issues. He suffers minor social anxiety, usually too afraid to speak, he keeps to himself. He vents his words with his fists. His social anxiety usually acts up when he's feeling awkward or, he can't handle a situation. His palms begin to sweat and a headache pounds against his skull. He doesn't want to be evaluated, but his actions tend to make people jump to conclusions. He's pretty much had it his whole life too, never being able to set it down like a lunch bag and leave it, or flick like a piece of mud, off his shoe. It doesn't help with his anger. He is very easily tempered, his worse emotions kicking in rather than being happy suddenly, he will grimace and usually just throw a fit out of mood swing.

He may seem ridiculously outrageous but, he's not all just punches and head bashes. He has a rather sweet side as well. He loves his sister, Abigail, and he's sure that's the only person he's ever actually loved. He doesn't always try to tear down someones confidence or anything, sometimes he's calm, cool and collected. His rather friendly side, altho it may have a sarcastic attribute as well. He can stay relaxed by focusing on something other than what's going on around him, regardless that he's trying to persuade himself he is not angry. His inner self is actually very sweet and cute, but his reputation doesn't allow for him to prove it. Always contradicting his own self, it's hard for him to even speak much anymore. Abigail had always been much better at being sweet, he never felt he had the chance to compete with her purity. Alex has always felt second place but, his sweeter inner side refuses to let him so much as touch his sister, whom he has a sister complex about.

He has mixed feelings about the Capitol, not quite sure whether or not to hate them. He's grateful for the privilege of living but, he's not sure it should be a privilege, rather than a right. Still, he actually enjoys the games, regardless his own neighbours are dying. Placing bets with himself, he learned quickly how to break someones neck, altho he was sure he would never need to use it. The games taught him what a fight looks like, even if he they had weapons. The Careers were his favourite, though. The way they work their bodies, their survival instincts, their weapons is utterly amazing to Alex. It's as if they introduce a whole new level of artistic fighting. The only thing he finds wrong about the games is that twenty three people die. Twenty three families lose someone valuable to them, which Alex finds ridiculous. He's jealous of the vast luxuries of the Capitol and, why do the Capitolites not fight? Why must we be the only ones?