Blake Anderson. ( District 4, Done/Modified )

Name:

Blake Anderson.

District: Four.

Age: Seventeen. ( 17. )

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

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Appearance:
"So, what do you really like about me? What do you like about my look? First off, how 'bout my hair, talk about that." Blake questioned his friend, maybe someone closer to that. A Girlfriend, one might say. She simply smiled, ready to answer this question without hesitation. With simple serenity and ease. "Well, to start off, your hair is adorable. I love the way you spike it up , it really shows you who you are, and what you like to do with yourself. The brown it has, with the tints of red, and it matches your smile, with great white teeth. Gosh, I don't even know how much more perfect they could get." "Oh, you like my smile too? Great. Made me feel nice inside, y'know? But..How 'bout my eyes...You know what I think of them, what do you think of 'em?" Well, your right green eye and your left blue eye just mesmerize me. The way they stare at my with love, passion and kindness. Wait, before you respond, i think I know your next question! How fit you are, right? Anyway! You're lean, you know, tall and skinny, but also fit and it really is truly interesting. It's not something everyone has. And, you're really tall, and it does make my jealous sometimes, but really, at you're 6'1, it's pretty cute how tall you are. Like, remember that one time we went out by the shore, and I watched you spear fish? Oh, my freaking gosh, looking at you, was just like seeing those tributes in the games. You're muscles were just great. Though, I think if you continue your routines of swimming and such, they could improve. Okay there, getting a little excited, dontcha think? I mean, you're great and all too, don't forget that, gorgeous." Wow... I don't know how you picked me to be your girlfriend, but with you muscles, Just all your muscle. It's really great. It's really, truly amazing how perfect you are in my eyes. It's not even funny." "Oh? What 'bout the scar under my right eye, that practically goes down to my cheekbone? Don't you think that's a little offsetting?" "Well, it doesn't bother me. I really do still love you. Scars or not." Really, it freaked her out a lot. She tried to ignore all the time...But it was just-..there. Once some girls and boys noticed this, they seemed to make fun of him for this. He regrets he mistake when he was little; when he was playing with scissors during school. When she wanted to see if it would hurt. And oh, trust me, it did. He could have lost his vision if the District doctor hadn't stitched it and stopped the pain. or so he thought. Though the girl 'admired' his duel coloured eyes, this was something Blake hated. He thought it made him freakish. He tried to never compain, or mention it, but somebody always brings it up, and it just upsets him. Blake just looked at her, the thoughts running through his head, as he decided to speak again.

"Oh, really? You like all that about me? It really means a lot, but please, continue. I wanna hear more about my absolute greatness. What do you think 'bout my style of clothes?" He says this, a cocky smirk planted on his pink lips, his lean face concentrated on this girls opinion.
"Your style? oh, okay, got it! Well, to start off, I love how you wear tighter shirts. It really shows off your muscle, and it's just really, really great. I mean, even when it gets colder out, and you put on a beanie and let your hair stick out from underneath, and when you wear a sweatshirt or jacket, you look just as fine, but really, I love it when it's summer. just, you know, cause you dress less. And you know what they say. Dress less, look the best! Your pants too, they complete your look. The jeans aren't really 'tight', but they're straight legged, right? Yea, I'm sure. For a guy, your fashion sense is really good. Kinda strange, really. But also, really awesome. Your favorite colours are oranges and reds, yea?" "Yea, that's right anyway, thanks. This all really does mean a lot. But I wanna know more."





Personality:
Well, I think everyone knows Blake's personality. But, let's hear it from his girlfriend again. The one he's probably going to make history within a few days. Hours, even. "Okay, then, what's next? What else do you want me to admire on you about?" She'd be really excited, almost breathless, like being in the presence of Blake was like being next to a god. "Well, how do you view my personality? I wanna know that." "Oh, alright! I'll go on to that next! Well, I really think you're funny. Your jokes always get to me, if on the grimmest of days. I mean, it could be pouring rain outside, the amount of fish to fish begin decreasing, and families begin to struggle. Even in those times, your smile could light up my day. Your humour, boy, it really does get to me, to my heart directly.

Though she would speak this, and of nothing else, there are some flaws she dare not say in front of Blake. I mean, he'd probably be the stuck-up guy he is and brush it off, and make butterflies form in her stomach, along with several knots. But really, someone who7s brave enough to say these things to Blake. Boy, is that rare. He really treats people and things like they're his, and doesn't hesitate to get intimate or 'dirty' with someone he takes a liking to. Regardless of their relationships or sexual orientation. If they're in a relationship, he'll go as far as to trying to break the two up, and going in and getting that person for himself. It's just how he works. Though, if you are his friend, you'll notice how caring, and loving he can be. He'll defend you, and brighten up your day no matter his mood; he'll take yours into consideration, but most likely mend his mood in as well, because without him in the conversation, it isn't worth talking about to with him.

Really, he does have a lot of friends. Even though he's teased about his Bisexuality, usually it's just jokes, and if it's not, it's some kids who think they're 'too cool' for him. Otherwise, his friendships are held pretty well with everyone. His sarcasm and humour really gets to a lot of people, and get them to like him immediately. He's a very open person, and isn't afraid to say what's on his mind, whether it's hurtful or not. One might consider that a flaw.

The point that he's also Bisexual just make him all around better. He can take in hot guys, AND girls, not caring which gender they are really. He's get 'dirty' with either, whether it's at a house, or at a local bar/restaurant. Any place, anytime. If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother him. "So, do you want me to admir-..I mean talk about you more, Blake?" "Nah, that's cool for now, Gorgeous. You can go home now." Blake still had that sexy, hot smirk on his face, as the girl tip-toed her way home through the gravel and sand filled pavement. Then, Blake did the same, returning home, thinking about his past; His history.




History:


He was Zero. The memories are just a fuzz, a mere blur in his mind. Everything in his life just clouded out his child-...no, Babyhood. All memories from when he was a child; Gone. A mere memory. His parents loved him very much, yes, but they didn't know he was going to turn out like he did. I mean, they love him, and all that, but still. He could be nicer at times. They had hoped for a girl when he was born, but they brushed it off. A boy, as long as it was their child, was just as good. They didn't try to get him to be a girl as a little boy, they treated him normally. A normal family. No psychotic parents, no miraculous deaths, just a plain, old normal family. They didn't want him to be a career. They wanted him to have a normal, safer life. The Hunger Games, was just a death trap. One for mere, innocent children.

He was Five now. He was already starting to get his dashingly good looks. He got along with everyone, and his humour was already great. It's like he was already himself, at this young age. Age 5. His Kindergarten mates all loved him, he liked them as well, and the feelings with the teacher were mutual. His life was here, though he barely remembers it. He learned how to spear fish, and swim at this age though. His father loved him very much, and decided it was for the best. Now, he loves swimming, and he'll spear fish on his free time, and use them to eat later on.

Age Fourteen. His voice is changing, and his school life is too. This is the part where he's mature enough now, and old enough to do things on his own. He's also survived 2 years of the reaping, and his parents planned to keep it that way. everyone, and I barely exaggerate as I say that, loved Blake. He was funny, hot, and most of all; popular. I mean, he was popular and all, he was really a great person. He continued his swimming, his build and muscles improving. He was like a career, but unintentionally. So, if he was to be chosen for the games, he'd be fit enough to have a chance in them. His parents wove nets and fished for a living, so it brought it double the income then most families would get. They lived in an average two story house, with a basement, and they lived a good life. They would never starve, they'd be fine.

Age Seventeen. His life was booming. It was great. His parents still loved him, and began teaching him to weave nets, so he would be able to take over both his Mother and his Fathers job one day. It's only for the best. His school life, as was his life at home, was great. His popularity prodded him everyday, and the girls were all over him. I mean, he's bisexual, but it doesn't mean he can't enjoy the presence of these pretty girls, does it? The Hunger Games have initiated again, and even though it disgusts him, he can't help but watch, and see what the nightmares his parents are trying to avoid him to get into. From now, he waits, he watches, and he learns. His name is Blake Anderson, he's seveteen, lives in District Four, and is Bi. His popularity and friends adore him. I mean, people still hate him, but, could his life really be any better right now?