Fertim Tacito Servus = Avox

Name: Fertim Tacito Servus
Age: 19
Gender: Male
District/Area: Avox
Appearance:

Speciem:



I have a pointy chin and big, brown-black eyes. My skin is light. My nose is a little weird, but that is none my fault at all. I have dirty blond hair that is not very long, but short. My eyebrow color doesn't quite match my hair, it's darker, more of a brown. I believe my hair and eyes to be my best features, even if they aren't as good as you may think at some point.

I'm 5'8" and weigh 113 pounds. I'm not as strong as I used to be, but I'm still strong enough to do the work required of me. The lack of food isn't helping me much. I don't wear the white tunics like the other avoxes, my owner dresses me in a brown sweater and very stiff cardboard-like dark green pants.

Personality:

I, Fertim Servus, prefer to stay as secretive as possible. I don't like sharing my thoughts or giving away what I'm planning to do next. I like my privacy. It is mine! Yes, I'm very protective of my things as well. Well, the few things I have. Like my bed, for instance. I hate it when my owner's pets crawl on there.

I am very smart, and payed very close attention to my studies back home. I'm cunning too, and very stealthy. I'f I'd ever gone in the Games, I bet I could have won. Won and come home victorious. I am not agreeable with the capitol. I hate them for all they did to me, taking away my tongue! I would rip one of their's out if I could. Show them how it feels.

I've never gotten along well with people of authority. I like messing around with people I don't like. My favorite is sticking small animals in my owner's food, or ignoring my job some days. I often do this annually on Tuesdays, just because it's easier to remember that day. My owner - Dominus' nephews come to visit on that day. They are very pesky.

I am a risk taker. I, of course, pay attention to reality when the odds show against me, but I still take the risk. Especially if I were to run away. What could be worse than being an Avox? Not death, of course.

History:

I used to live in District 10. My parents, Tragoedia and Salutem, were sheep herders, and I accompanied them. I was to grow up, having learned all I needed in school, and take over the herd while my parents would move onto some other business to earn money. We had it all planned out. The entire future.

But the future so often changes.

One day my mom let me herd the sheep by myself, I was 11 then. Never even been to a Reaping with my name in it. I kept watch over them until late afternoon. Then a man came to me and threatened to kill all of my sheep if I didn't five and give him the meet. I couldn't do that! The peacekeepers would have my skin! Nonetheless, better five than the entire flock. I killed them, and unlucky enough for me he managed to dissapear before I could evne give him the meat, due to a peackeeeper riht behind me. I was picked up by the shirt and dragged away. Taken to the detention center. And the rest well, you can plainly see here if you look in my mouth.

My first owner was a rough man, who didn't care about anyone but himself. He pushed me around, and he's were I got most of my scars. I tried to fight back but that only ended up with a beating. I hated life as an Avox, as anyone would. I made friends with a girl Avox there, who was my age, and we would comfort eachother. I don't even remember her name.

After about three years there I had to go. Go and never g back to my long-time friend, and was given toa new owner. This was a very plump woman who was very needy. She had to have everything done for her, and that's were I gaiend back my strength. I stayed there until I was seventeen, then it was time to move again. Now, for two years I have lived with Dominus, my current owner. He is a bossy as they get, but he doesn't hurt me as much as my first owner. Guess we'll just have to see what the next day brings.

Codeword: oDair
Comments/Other:

the faceclaim thingy is fred ... em I forgot his lastname but hes reserved on the thread for them