Canaan Fray of District Two

Canaan is a slender youth, for at the age of seventeen not many would yet call him a man but he is too old to be considered a boy, he’s short – standing at only 5”3’ – and unimposing in stature. Despite this rather unattractive trait, Canaan is not an easy youth to miss let alone forget. His hair is a shock of dark red lightened by natural, sun induced highlights on the top layer and moving to a deep scarlet and several shades of chestnut brown beneath, it falls in wisps around his face and is tied back into a messy ponytail behind him; when released from said ponytail it falls just past his shoulder blades. Canaan’s eyes are the palest of blues, almost silver, and stand out from his hair, creating a striking contrast.

Canaan is attractive despite his height and part of that allure is the fact that his personality reads loud and clear through every fragment of his being; he’s cocky as hell. Though small in height and seemingly lacking in mass Canaan is not a weak youth, beneath his skin is hard, wiry muscle making him stronger than he otherwise appears, though of course not as strong as many others. His real strength lies in his speed, Canaan is incredibly quick, having spent his life honing this ability having been recognised by adults early on that he would never have the stature of some others.

Canaan moves with the ease of one who is not in the least afraid of those around him, with long, confident strides which seem to move his hips and nothing else, leaving the set of his shoulders dropped back, seemingly relaxed in most situations. Canaan does not lower his head, he never bows and always keeps his posture tall when standing, sitting, reclining, eating or whatever it is he’s doing. Now, despite his attractiveness and unimposing stature, he gives the distinct impression of being untouchable, unapproachable and unattainable simply by the way he stand, the cocky tilt of his head, the cold regard of his eyes, the fact that he rarely ever smiles, only ever seeming to offer arrogant smirks to others.

As of this point Canaan has no visible scars though the simple removal of his shirt will show scars across his back from many lashings.

Canaan is a complicated individual; he’s a savage, ruthless youth, sadistic and cunning, trained – as mouth District Two youths – to be a Career tribute, always ready for his name to be called at the day which to so many is such a curse, to him it is a challenge, a personal and distinctive challenge. On the majority of his personality layers he’s incredibly okay with this; enjoying the violence, feeding off the constant training, the strength exercises, the sprints, everything in his life to Canaan is a challenge; existing to this youth is a deep, personal and often offensive challenge made by some unknown force to him and Canaan will never refuse a challenge.

On the surface Canaan reveals his sadism but aside from that what he shows the world contains very little truth, it’s a mask, carefully constructed by himself and those around him. What you as an outsider to his brain would see would be a cold, detached sort of arsehole who could snap a child’s neck without a second thought, who, despite being shorter than a lot of twelve year olds, you still wouldn’t fancy being on bad terms with… but how are you to know if you’re on bad terms with him? Canaan shows indifference and contempt for everybody, whether they be Capitol, 2 or a member of any other district entirely; he doesn’t even seem to hate you, to him you are so far beneath him that you don’t warrant any more notice than an insect he crushes as he walks on, never registered and never cared about.

Now this is partially true; he feels the same way about everyone but it’s not indifference… far from it. On the next level down, beneath the surface you find Canaan’s anger, his violent fury at so many things; namely the Capitol and his family. Regardless of his district’s strong ties to the Capitol, Canaan despises them for reason’s he refuses to admit even to himself. So how does he feel about everyone else? Well at this level one could say with accuracy that he hates everyone, which if one thought a little bit on it, would be seen for the gaping wound of a self-protection mechanism that it is.

The deeper layers begin to reveal who Canaan really is. His anger and hatred are merely methods of dealing with the fact that he will likely go the Games and he will win, there is no room in his mind for any consideration to be given otherwise. He will slaughter children younger than him as well as those his own age and he will, on many levels, enjoy doing so. The problem is that Canaan remembers a time as a child when he wasn’t like that; when all the Career hopes were pinned on his much older brother. On all levels he hates his brother, the fucking loser of Games long past. The man whose own weakness forced Canaan into this filthy life.

But Canaan never says no to a challenge.

When it comes to sexuality, Canaan is just as confused as every other teenager, deep down anyway. If he had to answer what he was it would always be asexual, trained not to notice, trained not to care. He doesn’t even know what he would prefer if he wasn’t who he was, might be girls, might be boys, he really couldn’t tell you. Despite his reprogramming occasionally Canaan will find himself reacting to one person or another, this is one of the few situations where his cold, indifferent mask seems to crack, when he loses control and turns to sheer and utter violence against the object of the attraction which to him seems unnatural.

On the lowest level down Canaan is deeply hurt and severely lonely, he desperately craves others even as he pushes them away, repelling them with cold indifference and immeasurable arrogance. He hold no hopes for the future; no hopes for a family, a partner of even for friends. It has reached a stage where until he is nineteen years of age, Canaan has only one purpose; kill other tributes in a giant arena. Until he either does so, or turns nineteen and is no longer eligible there is no room in his brain for any other thoughts.

It begins with a woman and a man whose marriage was entirely for their bloodlines. She a slight but extremely clever woman with a huge talent for speed and he a strong, sturdy brick wall of a man, both of whom had been trained as Careers but never participated in the Games themselves. Both were obsessed with the Games and breeding strong competitors, and what they bred was two boys and three girls, all of whom they had such high hopes for, well aside from the tiny, weedy little second child, a boy with shocking red hair which seemed genetically impossible given the full house of blonde mops that the rest sported.

Canaan was ignored early on, by everyone, the girls and his brother trained, as did he but he was never any good. Not initially anyway. As he aged he began to show some promise and finally when he was five, his brother was reaped and died in the bloodbath at the cornucopia. Never before had Canaan seen his mother weep so openly, but when he told her that he missed his brother too she sent him sprawling to the floor and made it very clear that what she mourned was her chances at being the mother of a victor.

At the same time as his mother revealed herself the most selfish woman alive, something shifted in his father. Watching his son die had been an abrupt awakening from his pro-games stupor and suddenly he feared for his other four children; what if they were next? Would they be stronger, smarter than his eldest? Well Canaan swiftly proved himself faster and smarter if not stronger and so his training intensified.

From then on it has been pretty much that ; training and preparation for the reaping for both himself and his three sisters.

So psyched to role-play here, you have no idea. I'm so jazzed <3