Eryxiom, Poseidon; 8

POSEIDON ERYXION

DISTRICT 8

17 YEARS OLD

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APPEARANCE

Hair: I have messy, dirty blonde hair (or, as Celia describes it. I honestly, think it's more brown) which I never seem to take care of in the morning. Celia, my official guardian, says I should, especially on reaping day. But I like it the way it is. Sometimes it will flop over onto one side or just turn into many different directions. I have some cow licks, which I hate, but I try to be not bothered by them.

Eyes: I have dark brown eyes like the majority of the District. Not very unique, and you wouldn't spot them out in the middle of the crowd at reaping. I don't really care for them, much. Eye colour is just another thing you can get judged about. They are sort of almond shaped, and when I am really tired they look like slits and I can barely keep them open.

Head: I've been told I have a big head. I don't really believe it, but sometimes it bothers me when I'm feeling down and look in a mirror. My jawline? Celia says it's unique, sharp. I guess, it looks kind of unique. I mean, I think my cheekbones are more sharp then my jaw, but I guess I'm not really in the position to say that about myself, it sounds sort of self-conceited.

Height: I'm short. I'm not afraid to admit that. I've met girls way taller then me. Last time I checked, I was 5'5 feet tall, but then again, that isn't too terribly short when you think about it. But, most girls in my group (I'll get to that later) are much taller then me. They always like to pick fun at my height. Real mature, guys. Not my fault.

Body: Despite my height, I'm pretty fit weighing in at a 140 pounds, mostly due to muscle. At the community home, the older children are always to do the hot and heavy work, like chopping the lumber and, even help with the cooking. I'm in charge of the wood lumber and getting food from the market or even the Hob. If it wasn't for my muscle, I'd probably be underweight.

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PERSONALITY

Good Traits
Well, I'm pretty talkative for that matter. Although, that can sometimes be a disadvantage in some cases. So, it's kind of neutral. I'm also helpful. Especially being one of the oldest in the group, AND the community home. Thank god, I'm out of it in only a couple of years (well, the group, of course). I don't like it, but it's expected of me, right? I can quickly change topics when something becomes awkward, just like that. I'm also very good at telling stories, and lying (not really good, but to me it is!). I like to have fun, an live my life before it's gone! I don't like to be a buzzkill, usually.

Bad Traits
I often judge people by their looks, and not their actual personality. I'm kind of like the capitol people, who fawn over some of the Hunger Games victors when they are attractive. Which, people always ignore me for, sadly. I'm not that smart... and it effects my grades, badly. The community home doesn't really care about grades, because everybody at it gets bad grades, some way or another. Sometimes I can push people to far into doing something they don't want to do, and force people to make me get my way. I am self-conceited sometimes.

Likes
Oh, let's see, swimming, and swimming. I love swimming, water, anything related to that, to death. You're probably wondering how does a boy, from District 8, who's industry is textiles, swim? Well, it's a pretty difficult story, which I will tell you later. I'm also pretty good at telling stories, I tell the little kids at the community home and in our group old legends, like mythology, and they really seem to enjoy it.

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HISTORY

Just Born: I was born a healthy, bouncing baby boy. I would make the perfect child for anybody, but strangely, my parents didn't want me. I was an accident. My parents were so young, that they were still eligible for reaping. Or, at least my mother. My father, was in his mid 40s. He had raped my mother. My mother was in able to tolerate the pain to her weak body, that she had died right after labour. And that, was when my life turned into a living hell.

1, 2, and 3 years old: I couldn't remember these times very well, but I was told that they were very rough for me. My father never paid attention to me, I was fed very rarely, and when I was, it was very little and I was always begging for more. He thought I was a worthless human being, and often tossed me outside in the cold overnight to sleep. Or even dunk me in water for long periods of time. Thank goodness, I wasn't in there for very long. My father was a horrible man.

4 years old: This was my last year with my father. And how he became a big part of my life. One night, I snuck into the kitchen of his tiny house and snuck something to eat. I was starving. My father, had caught me. He picked me up very unsteadily, and ushered me over farther into our backyard, somewhere I had never seen before. It was a large lake. He tossed me into the water, expecting me to drown. But, once he left, I was completely fine. I flapped my arms to keep me up, and even floated a long the water. It was cold, but I loved the feeling of it. When I had returned home, my father was very, very mad. He thought that I would die. But, exactly at 12:25PM, a three peacekeepers bursted open the door. Two took my father without explanation, and one gently picked up me, and took me off somewhere I hadn't seen before. The gentle peacekeeper told me that this was my new home. The local community home. And, that, was where I lived the rest of my life.

7 years old: This is the time I met Celia. Celia would be my best friend, even though she was several times my age. She was a care taker at the care home, and she loved me all of the best. We would always hang out, and I think I even remember a period where I had a crush on her. Good memories, good memories. She would always help me clean up for reaping, give me advice, and help me with my assigned chores around the house.

14 years old: Our group. It was our little group, in District 8. We somehow, all had names related to Greek Mythology, the stories Celia had told me when I was younger. It started with Zeus, and then me, Poseidon. We found others that were just like us. It was destiny, and we couldn't deny it. There was Zeus, Me, Aphrodite, Athena, Heph, Hermes, Artemis, Dionysus, Demi, Ares, Apollo, and Hera. Persephone, she used to be a part of the group. But Hades, Zeus' brother, tricked her into helping him try to get our group in trouble. He has failed every single time, but we have to be careful as he may try and sneak on us while we think we're having a private chat.

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Codeword: Odair