Cloud McKinley ~ District 3 [FIN]

Name : Cloud Watson McKinley

Age : 16

District : 3

True beauty lies in the inside, not the outside.

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The reflection in the mirror could be no one else but me. I think I was blessed with my looks, but I never said I was the most attractive gentlemen around. I'm actually decently fit for my age, weighing in at one hundred and fifthteen pounds. I'm not skin and bones though. A steady 2 pack lies across my tiny little chest, and my arms bulge out slightly. My beach blonde hair is usually spiked up, but when it is not, it is smoothed down with some gel. Looking back into the mirror, my chocolate brown eyes take me back, because they are nothing like my mother and father's eyes. Father's was green, while my mother's was blue. Mine are brown though, which makes no sense to me. My skin blinds nicely with the color of my eyes, at a very soothing light pale color. The lips that I will be using someday to kiss a girl or a boy with are a light color of red. I rarely smile, but when I do people always say it is the cheesiest smile they have ever seen. I am not sure if that is really a compliment or an insult, but they could say way worse then that. My face always have the impression of sorrow, mainly because of the fact that my life could end in the blink of the eye if I don't meet the monthly payments to Magnus.

I'm not that tall for my age, being only about 5'4. I don't really enjoy being short, but I know I can never really change it unless I somehow hit a growth spurt. My ears are just the right size, and I can hear some stuff the normal person can't hear, like snow falling. You can easily notice a few scars across my arm, due to my brothers throwing me around, abusing me, and sometimes grabbing onto my hand with a very strong force. I have a fresh scent coming off of me when you first meet me, mainly because I shower as much as I can. Only about a day or two of no showering, my hair will become a complete greasy mess, and that isn't that attractive if you ask me. My skin feels like you are touching a new born baby, since I do apply lotion on it every once in a while. I will wear just about anything that will fit me, unless it is too girly. My teeth are whiter then a full moon, because I do like to have good dental hygiene.[/size][/color][/blockquote]

I don't have the confidence to be a personality.

I'm not very talkative, but I am not a complete shut in. My quietness comes from my rough past, and that most of the people I talk to are complete buffoons that can't hold out a decent conversation worth their life. Whenever I spoke, someone always ended up hurt, so I adapted to silence. If you take your time to come over to me, and talk to me, then I'm not afraid to start up a friendly conversation with you. However, If you just expect me to wander over to you, you are thinking wrong. I have never made the first move in anything, and I'm not planning on doing so now. Shyness is another thing about me. If you are very attractive, and I am crushing on you hardcore, and you even notice me, I will start to blush red, and feel completely humiliated. Little things strike me the most. I like the feeling of clean, and everything around me to be clean. You could classify me as some sort of a clean freak. But that is only because I'm not going to live in a low class messy room, or feel the same about myself. I was always forced to clean up all the house when I lived with my brothers, so I adapted to the feeling of being clean, and living in a very cleanly environment.

I'm adventurous. I journey our farther than anyone wants me to, because I know there's more then just District 3. There is a vast world out there that hasn't even been discovered yet, and I want to be the one to find it. The feeling of finding something that no one else have ever seen become makes me feel a rush of adrenaline inside. And that is the only place that I could escape from my abusive family. They think they can rob us from the world out there, but I won't be one of the ones that stays locked up in the district that is our "home", even though I look at it as a cage, and I'm the animal stuck inside of it. I guess I'm not that social because of this thing you call claustrophobia. It makes me feel uncomfortable in tight spaces, and to add onto that, it also makes me uncomfortable when there are a lot of people surrounding me. If you add those 2 aspects together, expect me to be throwing up sometime soon.

I try to keep the spirits up among everyone, but most of the time it is futile. When I lived with my family, they were always very negative nancys which never made me feel good. I have to manage keeping a high self-esteem, even though all the things I heard myself were the bad things, and never the good things. I'm better working by myself more than other people for many reasons. I don't like to be around people, stated above, and I can't take in anything if you are talking at lightning fast speeds. I'm just left confused and more stressed out then before. If you start to argue with me and start calling me names, you must as well just give up working with me. I'm very sensitive inside, and I feel as if words can do just as much damage as your fists can. I know that words can put the same amount on stress on a person as hurting them physically can, because my family was more of a mental type of people. They always called me named, but never dared to hurt me in any physical ways. Thank god for that, because I would be more fucked up then I already am if they did.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

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My past is the thing I dread the most. I was born into a world of lies. My mother and father loved me like I was their own. They told me the reason they gave me the name Cloud was because they met up on a very cloudy evening, and well, you get the rest. However, I was in a family of 4 other boys, and I was the youngest sibling of them. It was really tough being the youngster out of all my brothers. I was one of the more spoiled ones, and my brother despised me for that. They tormented me, treated me like I was some animal, and always made sure I was miserable. This especially got more worse when my parents passed away. My brothers told me it was an accident, but I saw with my bear eyes that it was murderer. They told me if I said anything about it, that they would end my life just like they did our parents. All of them were complete nutjobs, but there was no way that I could stop them. I usually go nights without food, because they only scavenged enough to feed them, but not me. Just very recently, I guess that I was too much of a burden to them, and I was kicked out of the house. It's not like they were even caring for me in the first place. I started to panic on what to do. There were so many possibilities for me. I could go and try and get a job, and live on my own, or just end it all right now, and commit suicide. Before I even did anything, I remembered all of that money I saved up. All two-thousand of those dollars.

Now, how did I get Two-thousand dollars, you ask? Since around the age of ten, I have been performing on the streets to entertain all of the people around me. My initial reason of getting all the money was to buy my family a brand new house, and we could just maybe live happily ever after. Well, after they were gone, plan two was to wait until I was eighteen, and live on my own successfully. Now I was kicked out of the house, and back on the streets. There wasn't enough money in my account at the time to really buy a house, so I had to do some... things I regret to get the rest of the money that I desperately needed. This ranges from performing for a group of people, to... very sexual things. Like my father always said, desperate times call for desperate measures. I did absolutely anything to get the money that I needed, and that even meant sleeping with other women. Yes, it is disgusting, I know. But what would you do if you were in a situation like that? That's the main reason that I am so shy and quiet. I just reached enough money to buy a very crummy house, but then I met Magnus. I would soon regret signing my name into that contract, because I never read the fine print.

Magnus told me it was the best thing for MY survival, and that it would benefit me. After I signed that contract, I actually read over what the requirements were, and I never thought that I could possibly get killed if I ran out of money in my account. I was scared, and got even more shy and quiet. All these people that I was going to be sharing a house with were all criminals in some way. I was not going to go back to sexually pleasuring people for a few bucks, I just couldn't do it. I went with the next best thing I was at, performing. Before I entered this whole thing, I performed about three or four times a week. But now, I have to work every day on those streets, dancing, singing, and doing everything I can to meet days end. If I didn't my life would be in the hanging. I heard rumors that one person in the group was executed because his account reached the balance of zero, and I'm just too young for my life to end in such a distressing way. I don't want to go into this business with all these other sick f*cks, but if I didn't, that is just asking for a bullet through my brain. I can't go against Magnus' orders, or I will end up just like the last guy he executed.[/size][/color][/blockquote]

Codeword :Odair

Face Claim : Ross Lynch