Andy Stark - District 3

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Well, how would I describe myself. I have a flat face, I guess, flat forehead, flat cheeks, and it all flattens out to my rather flat chin. Just flat, really. I also have a rather large forehead, but I don't really care about that. I don't care much about my appearance. I keep my hair short, but not clean cut, long enough so I can style it every day.

My eyes are dark brown, like my Father's, but they don't add much to my face, and doing what I do, I usually where Sunglasses, so you don't see them. They are quite big, and look a bit like a bear's. It's pretty strange, I know.

My eyebrows are quite thick and look like big black caterpillars, which I find pretty amusing. My cheekbones are nothing but flat, and you can barely feel them, let alone see them. My chin's also the only thing outward about my face, it's pretty round and pointy, so it's quite unusual.

My body... well I'm slightly muscular as I have to lift a lot of the objects I make, and I practise Mixed Martial Arts fighting and Weapons Training at least 4 times a week as everyone has to train to be a Career. This is the only way I'd get any muscle, so I'm thankful I took it up. I can bench press 80 Pounds now, and it's always increasing.

So adding to the slight muscle, I'm pretty tall, 6'4" at the least, which helps as I look pretty intimidating so people don't challenge me to fights or bully me, which they probably would, being who I am. Pretty good tan, as well.

Where to start with this thing? Ha, well if you couldn't tell from my appearance descreption, I'm different to other people. Some might call me a genius, others might say I'm just really clever, and a lot of people call me a nerd. Fact it, I understand Science, I understand Maths, I understand Chemicals, and I understand how much Metal you need to make a Stark 250 lb Mark IV Ranged Explosive Device.

Yes, I make army devices, or for the lesser intelligent, weapons. Everybody knows that since District 13 was blown to smithereens by the Capitol, District 3 has been the main provider of weapons for this country. Step forward me.

However, me being this clever makes me a bit of a social outcast. I sit in my lab all day, thinking and working on the next new weapon this country can use, so I barely have any friends. I've been taken out of school as I'm 'Too Clever' meaning I barely have any friends. When I was about 13 I got bullied for being clever, but sinc ethen I've had quite a big growth spurt and look quite intimidating, so I don't get bullied anymore.

Well, being able to make things will come in handy when I have to kill 23 other people and I don't have anything but some wood and stones, although it is quite different to Rubidium and about half a yard of Metal.

My Father was always telling me, 'Andy, work hard and you'll get places', that was before he left without looking back. To this day I don't know why he left, where he went - I couldn't even remember what he looked like. The only thing I could remember of him was 'Andy, work hard and you'll get places', so that's what I did.

I studied hard in school, pulled my weight in Career Training, kept my nose out of funny business and here I am today, building weapons for the Panemanium Army.

But there was one main moment in my life that will last in my memory forever, when I was in the Weapons Centre, a Small, but powerful, bomb was accidentally released, after some idiot pressed the 'Launch' button when he wasn't paying attention. This bomb went all the way over to the other side of District 3, which coincidentally is where my family live. The bomb exploded, destroying my parents, granparents and Uncles house. They all survived the blast due to prior warning, but my sister's leg was blown off, leading for her to get a prosthetic one. To this day I've never felt fear like it, and probably never will.

I first realised I was pretty clever when I corrected our Science Teacher's equation on how Nuclear Weapons work, and what Chemicals go into them in what order. In Maths, I got every answer right in every Test we did when I was 9, and was moved up years to the point that I was outsmarting the 16 Year Old's at the age of 12.

Then just before my 13th birthday, I built my first working hand grenade. The Peacekeepers, however, found out about it, and I was thrown into a Cell in the Detention Centre with a Drunk Assaulter and a Store Robber. I felt I didn't deserve it.

So I got taken into questioning in a dark and dirty room, but the Peacekeepers wouldn't believe that I only built the Grenade out of interest, but 4 Hours and 15 Punches later, they finally believed that it was only out of interest. From that moment on, I was given Face Treatment for the Punch Wounds, and my own lab at the District 3 Weapons Centre. I see my family a few times a month, but not as much as I want to.

So, With the right amount of training, and my own knowledge, I built the first ever Stark 50 lb Explosive device. And from then on I've never looked back.

So, these are my accomplished works:

35M Hand Grenade
Stark 50 lb Explosive Device
Stark 100 lb Explosive Device
Stark 100 lb Imploder
Stark 250 lb R.E.D
Stark 250 lb Mark II R.E.D
Stark 250 lb Mark III R.E.D.
Stark 250 lb Mark IV R.E.D.

And I'm currently working on the Stark Caesium Ordinated Blaster (S.C.O.B)

So there you have it, little old Andy Stark.