Arryn Jakson || Avox [FINISHED!]

To put it one way, Arryn is a special kid. First of all, he's quite tall, standing over most girls at 15. His spine is arched over from carrying those heavy boxes at the warehouse (his previous job). As for the rest of him, he's very skinny, being one of the malnourished Avoxes. He still has some muscle, but it doesn't show well against his emaciated frame. His limbs are quite long, though definitley not to Der Groberman-esque lengths. He has sickly pale skin covered in freckles from head to toe. Perhaps that wouldn't be the case if he had been let outside more often to get some sort of Vitamin D. Many people in the Capitol would say that he looks like a nightmare, while some other non-Capitolites might find him cute.

To most, he's very handsome, green eyes twinkling beneath his bangs. His hair is medium length and shaggy, a dark brown color. All across his back are whip scars, and recent bruises from his previous owners. He has a single scar the goes from above his eye that trails over his ear (He earned it after getting into a fight at the Warehouse, which probably gained him his escape). Other than those few blemishes, he's an attractive kid, enough to gain attention of the girls back in District 6.

Arryn can only be described as rebellious if you just met him. It's as if when they cut his tongue, he gained all new senses. He just became more aware of this world. He used to just be a young prodigy in D6. But that life is gone now. And Arryn Boe Jackson realizes that. He can never again have the life he dreamed of, he must always serve some rich Capitolites, pampering them. But Arryn knows that there's more he can do. 
Never pretend.

Arryn will never let them win. He can get beaten and whipped, but what more can they do? Kill him? That would be a mercy. And God knows that these people have no mercy in their hearts. Arryn used to be fun-loving, flamboyant, and all around mischievous child. He was the polar opposite of himself now. What happened?

The surgery happened. The separation happened. Arryn will never be the same. So nowadays, he glares at everyone. What difference does it make? It's torture anyway. But within the young Mr. Jackson's sadness, with his withdrawn personality lies a spark. Should it grows, Arryn might just do something drastic. And the Capitol would want that now, would they? So for now, he keeps on fighting.

They all  said Arryn was going to make something of himself.  They called him a prodigy.  Some said that Arryn could work for the Capitol one day if he worked hard enough.  And of course, Arryn merely wanted his freedom.  He didn't care what the others thought of him.  He only worked hard because he wanted to.  And to help others of course.  He would become the best doctor that he could, but not  for the normal reasons.  His parents were kind people, but they weren't like most of the District.  While most residents aspired to become experts in the medical field, the Jacksons were merchants.  They ran a bar for the poorer neighbors.  But Arryn always wanted to help.  Not for money, but to help.  But there was no way in Hell he was going to work in the Capitol for those bastards.

Even in a poor family, they gave all they could to help Arryn's education. He worked hard, he wouldn't dare put it to waste. By the time he turned 13, he was considered a genius. He was modest, and refused any special treatment from others. He was going to become something special. Arryn had begun dating a girl by the name of Cleo. They were great friends before, and started to enjoy each other's company more and more. For the first time ever, Arryn was truly happy. He never thought it possible in Panem, but he was. And of course, the Capitol had to take it away.

Arryn and Cleo were adventurers. They had a never ending lust to explore new places. Perhaps that's why they were together. But that's also why they got into trouble. Cleo was always the leader. Arryn only ever wanted to make her happy. But he didn't want to ruin his chances at a good job and successful life. But he never expected anything to go wrong that day. It was so average. Cleo had told him that she found an abandoned warehouse a couple miles away. Maybe there was hidden treasure. Arryn was more than happy to oblige. When they arrived, it was nothing special; a rusty, dusty, old storage place that was shut down a few years ago. But Cleo was still excited. She burst in without looking. She hadn't expected people to be in there.
Much less did she expect Capitolites.

They were obviously from the Capitol. They were like rainbows, with colorful hair, and shiny implanted everythings. But what were they doing? They were hauling some sort of crates. As soon as the door slammed closed though, the man dropped his end. The wood splintered, and bottles of Morphine spilled out. The heavy lifters and the kids were so surprised that no one did anything for five seconds. Then the man ran after them, grabbing their arms and puling them back. These men were Capitolite junkies. They were bringing all of this morphine back home to sell. And it was not good that the kids saw them. They were brought to Justice Hall, and presented to the lead Peacekeeper, who was a friend of a friend of one of the men. The thefts told him that Cleo and Arryn assaulted them as they were carrying supplies to the Capitol. They said it was their job to deliver them. Arryn and Cleo were junkies who needed their fix. They must have been psychos, because Arryn pulled a knife on him. The men were obviously lying, only a fool would believe them. Luckily, the peacekeeper was a fool. And for attempting to harm a Capitolite, Cleo and Arryn were sentenced to be separated and turned into Avoxes. This was horrific, assault was only a few public lashing, not becoming an Avox. But it wasn't his choice. A bad man told a lie. There was nothing he could do.

The next days were a blur. Arryn was flown to the Capitol with Cleo where they were taken to one of the many surgery buildings. They were put under and turned. When Arryn awoke, he found that he couldn't speak anymore. He desperately tried to speak with Cleo when he found her, but she too was transformed. That was it. No going back. He was done. He gave up. All he wanted was to speak to Cleo again. But there was no possible way to do that with a tongue. They were shipped off to an Avox detention center, where they received physical therapy and training. They were being raised in an orphanage for servants. And a year later, he was taken. He was about to be hired for working in a downtown warehouse. As he tried to say goodbye to Cleo, he was shoved off, not even able to touch her hand one last time.

It was a nightmare. Arryn was clinically depressed, and not being able to talk was seemingly driving him insane. He couldn't handle it. The pain. The only thing that kept him going was the thoughts of Cleo. Maybe somewhere, Cleo was thinking of him too. And he thought of his family. They gave everything for him, and he let them down. So he worked. He lifted crates, most of them on his shoulders, slowly breaking his bones. But one day, he decided he was tired. He wasn't just going to sit back. He worked harder. But whenever someone praised or commended him, he only smirked sarcastically. He sneered at everyone he worked for. He never even acknowledged the other Avoxes, they probably committed real crimes. Eventually, every time he smiled, he'd get a whipping. But he kept it up. He got to the guards. They threw him out. They reassigned him to a new job. He was going to become a personal hand. A servant to a prestigious Capitol family, the Dragonhearts.