Elyan {D3}[DONE]

Age:17
District: 3
Gender: Male

//Appearance:

People call me the tank. Yeah the machine that… that… Yeah I’m not really sure why… Maybe it is the muscles that encase my body. Running down my arms, back and around my legs. They just didn’t appear though; they took a whole lot of hard work. But I will tell you what they were worth it. My body is physically fit, and it can endure a lot of hard work. Unlike most families in District three, my family wasn’t part of the wealthy group, yes we had more money than those in the lower districts, but we had to work for our money. My skin is lightly tanned from the sun, as I liked to work out in the morning and evening sunshine.

I have dark brown eyes that tell many stories, they are like open books, eager to let people in. they are like dark brown pools, easy to get lost in. Some people say that my parents were thieves, as it looked like they had stolen two starts from the night sky that had then became lost in my eyes. My eyes always sparkled with life, with enthusiasm, but deep down inside there is darkness hidden. To all human being there is another side to them. This includes me. My eyes try to hide the other side of my, just as much as I try to hide it from myself… but you don’t always get what you want.

I have dark hair that rides below my ears nearly on my shoulders. It is always worn messily. Who goes for neat? Messy is the way to go, I like to tell myself. Neat seems to display a strict look. Someone who always goes by the rules and never relaxes. Where messy hair seems to revealed a more relaxed carefree person, someone who wants to have a good time.

//Personality:

At first looks I seem like a guy who doesn’t take anything seriously. I just look like a big joke. Sometimes I bring that on myself, but sometimes it doesn’t hurt to be taken seriously. No one really takes a chance to get to know me. They use me and then they leave when I think that maybe this time they might mean something to me… By no means am I telling you that I have no friends, because I have a lot of friends, and a few close one that I could trust my life with. Those few that I can trust, I call them my true friends, they are people that have shared my hardships, my failures and my greatest achievements, and I would never have it any other ways, they are what I call my family.

As I was saying before there are two side to every human being, a good and a bad… People have grown so they are able to hide the side that they don’t want to let out to the world… but me? I try, oh I try so hard, but I am never able to get rid of the darkness that lurks around the edges of my soul. It just sits there waiting to make it’ move, and when it does… it usually doesn’t end well. You see this other side of me is an extremely depressed thing, which seeks no happiness. It seems that is hide from happiness fearing what affects it might have on me… No matter how hard I try to escape this sad, dull cloud that that lumbers over me, I am never able to… there is always a part of me that is easy to snap, and send me into the dark stupor.

I have a sensitive side to me as well. I would never let anything happen to someone that I loved, I can’t bear to see someone I love in pain. It breaks my heart. It has broken once… and I would never want it to happen again. I protect those that I care of with my life, as they deserve no less…

//History:

When I said that my heart has been broken before I was referring to the loss of my mother. She had died when I was only 12. At 12 your mother means more to you than candy, or your most prized toy. Because when your 12 you reply on your mother for everything. She is someone you can look at when you want something, or if you hurt. Or if some big bully at school was bashing you up every afternoon. I. I didn’t get that chance; to have that relationship… it feels as though I have had had that part of my childhood ripped away from me…

My father was never really there for me before my mother’s death, so when she was gone, I was quiet reserved around him… but honestly when you have had someone you loved with all your heart ripped away from you, you need someone that would help heal the pain… so at first I ran to him, I fell into his arms, I cried for days, begged him to bring her back, but Both I and he knew that that was never going to happen…. That’s when this darkness lingering around mu edges started to come out, started to use my body to satisfy its needs. I fell victim to it, letting it control me. I feel further and further away from my father, who wanted nothing more than for me to be happy. That’s when I realised that my heart had been broken once, but my father’s twice.

Soon after I started to realise what was happening to me… that’s when I began to take control of my life. Putting it back together, like a jigsaw, piece by piece. Soon I had managed to escape the darkness, and soon, I was able to heal my father’s heart. Now we are inseparable. He means more to me than I can say. He is why I exist; h is why I pulled through my darkness. he is why I have a desire to live.