Drakyn Wanderer Done

Drakyn, for a guy of 17, is pretty small for his age. Only 5'6" maybe and he's not very well built, only weighing in at 140lbs maybe. Not a lot of muscle is on him, only that which he has gained since becoming a wanderer and the amount of fat on him is lets just say, non-existant. From hunting most days, his stomach has become rock hard and his legs have gained some muscle on them. Some would say that he's kind of hot but Drakyn doesn't see it. To him, he is average looking. Not too hot but not ugly either.

Unexpectedly, Drakyns hair is actually well kept, not super long, but just long enough that it sometimes falls into his face. It is a light brown color with streaks of darker brown near the top and is usually clean because he can't stand it when its dirty, as it gets dandruff and that makes his head itch like crazy. His hair isn't thick but it isn't thin either, its somewhere in the middle. Thats how Drakyn is, not anything special, just average.

Some people say that someones eyes are a key to their soul, if this is true than Drakyn's soul shouldn't be hard to find as his eyes are pale gray, not storm cloud gray but the gray of slush you wish would just melt away. Depending on his mood, his eyes will shift from this pale gray color if he's focused, to brilliant baby blue if he's happy or upset. Not many people ever notice that his eyes do this, only his family, whom he left back in District 9, ever noticed.

"Scars build character" that was a quote Drakyns father always told him and well, Drakyn has a lot of scars. One in particular, that runs along his stomach from an accident with a knife when he was like five, is his most noticeable, at least when he has his shirt off, which he often does during the summer months when its just too hot for a shirt. Other scars are all over him, on his hands, his legs, his face, anywhere. This boy is seriously clumsy. Most of the scars are from being a wanderer, cutting himself, falling, burns, you name it, he's probably got it. Thats fine with him though, he likes having scars because they, for him, build character.

When it comes to clothes, Drakyn keeps it simple; a dark t-shirt and black pants that don't show much dirt. He, of course, keeps a few changes of clothes in his backpack that he carries but he isn't too concerned about clothes. Whatever is the most comfortable for him is what he'll wear.

Even when Drakyn lived in District 9 he was seen as an outcast, anti-social, and a loner. He didn't mind though because he liked being on his own a lot. That was one of the reasons he chose the life as a wanderer, so that he could be on his own. He believes he doesn't need anyone else to help him and believes in being self-sufficient. He hates people's pity, and won't take any of it.

His eyes, when they stare at people, are able to take them in and he's a very good judge at telling what type of person someone is by looking into their eyes. After that first glance into their soul, he'll usually decide whether he wants to talk to the person or not. Most of the time, he just doesn't interact with people he meets, he'll just nod in acknowledgement and continue on his way. Only once has he actually ever had a traveling companion and that was a long time ago, since then, he's been on his own and he likes it that way.

When it comes to fears, there are a few things drakyn is afraid of. One is of open spaces, he feels so vulnerable in open spaces as if he were exposed or had no protection, another is to be disarmed in a fight, he knows that if he's disarmed, he's done because he's not very strong. His biggest fears is of the nightmares that plague him while he sleeps of him getting caught, being avoxed, being killed, or dying of something awful. Lets just say, his dreams are never peaceful.

What is Drakyn good at? Many things. He's survived this long, so he must have good wits about him. He does, thats one thing he's very good at, surviving on his instincts. Another thing he's good at is singing, this often surprises many people. They'll be wandering in the open forest and suddenly hear a rich comforting and soothing voice that seems to haunt the air and they'll find Drakyn. Although, he would never sing in front of anybody. He only sings when he thinks he's alone and will draw his knife if someone disturbs him.

Drakyns childhood was actually pretty good for someone living in the districts. His parents were kind to him and gave him what they could so what made him want to be a wanderer? He wanted to be alone thats what. He couldn't stand living in the districts any longer so he just disappeared one day while the workers had the power turned off on the fence. He slid under the fence and never came back. That was where his story started.

As a child, Drakyns parents weren't all that poor but they weren't rich either. They lived in a small house with just Drakyn, his mother, and his father. His mother worked as a baker and his father worked as a construction worker. They were fairly well off until that terrible day when it all came crashing down on him. His father died in an accident on the job and his mother was left as the only person who could look after him. She did the best she could but it just wasn't enough, they soon lost the house they'd lived in and were forced into the poorer part of the district. Drakyn couldn't stand to be a nuissance to his mother so he left, that was the other reason he left.

As a wanderer, he's determined to find the ruins of district thirteen. He believes that there will be something better for him there and that perhaps, life in thirteen will be nicer than in a place where he must risk going into the games every year. He's never been able to find the ruins but he's still got hope that's what keeps him going through every incident he encounters.

He used to have a brother, that is, until he died. His brother was six when he died and Drakyn has never forgotten him. In his pocket or tied around his wrist is a small piece of cloth that came from his brother's favorite shirt. It hurts him everyday still that his brother died. He died of pneumonia and Drakyn watched helplessly as the life was slowly suffocated from his brother. He was 9 at the time.

No one really noticed when Drakyn left, either they didn't notice or they didn't care. One less hungry mouth to feed. This was probably six years ago so no one really remembers him. He doesn't mnd though, he prefers to be just a shadow of memory, a hint of a person that used to inhabit the district that has been swept away under a rug. Thats how he will always be seen as the person who never really existed.