. shael drege | district 6

Bred for fighting purposes only, mister Shael Drege isn't pretty nor anywhere near attractive.To begin, we'll start with the most important part of anyone's appearance, his face. With wide eyes and a bridged nose, he looks quite like a messed up inbred mishap of a person. But really, if you look closely, it's not all ugly. In fact, there may be some beauty hidden within. His eyes are a very deep brown, making them seem wider than they actually are and very easy to look at when up close. And his nose, well, is just a nose. What makes bridges on noses so ugly? Heck, in fact, I find them attractive on some people, so why can't you!

So now that we've got the basics covered, let's explain his lips, his eyebrows, and all the other important-but-less-important-than-those-things-up-there things, alright? His lips are a pale shade of pink, and tend to get quite red when put into a frigid temperature. Mose of the time, they're chapped, so if you see a big red line over his upper lip, it's because of that, not because he has an STD and he wishes to spread it on you. His cheeks tend to turn all pinkish like when he's feeling any type of foreign emotion (sadness, anger, love, embarrassment, etc. basically anything other than what you normally feel like) and it's usually a bad thing. At least to his physical appearance it is, and occasionally to yours... Dx His ears are quite large, and tend to stick out all dumbo like, infested with ear wax and crusty crusts. These are truly the one thing on the body that might just make you throw up.

He's a ginger and he doesn't have a soul. (Just kidding.) And even though he might not have a soul and his hair color might be unusual, it doesn't make it any different than any other hair. No, it doesn't fall down like a waterfall down his back, or spike 6 inches in the air. All it does it lay flat and slicked down. But it's all orange and stuff, so that means he's soulless. Duh. Anyway, he might occasionally do something all Kate Gosselin like and keep the front part straight with the hair right around the crown spiked with the use of some grease. He doesn't watch it much, so it's usually grimy looking and matted, and it smells especially bad when he's carry around a glob of grease in between strands.

So in a synopsis of his face, we'll see that his eyes are ugly from a distance, yet quite intriguing when close, and a bridged nose that isn't so bad looking. His ears are ears and that's that, other than the glop and schmuck stuck in the the little holes in them, and his lips and cheeks and stuff get all pink and stuff when he's feeling any type of major emotion, otherwise they're just sorta bland and pale.

And the second part that people usually look at is your stomach, or just your upper body in general, am I right? (No, probably not, but let's just go with it, 'kay?) Let's just say that Shael... is.. malnourished. Sure, he was all born and stuff to like, kill, but he had never been provided the right crap for him to look like a killer. Not worrying about shirts making him look fat and an easy way to count his ribs was all it provided that was the last bit decent. Many people associate being skinny with being healthy, but not for this case. In this case, it's the latter option, the one that says that having no fat and weighing 70 pounds isn't healthy.

His body is covered in all sorts of scars, from abuse, duh. And fights too but mainly abuse. They're in all shapes and sizes, there's one that's in a squiggly sorta line, another in a dot type shape, one that's pinkish and not the usual reddish color, and some of them are just scabs and other things, not scars.

He has long, lanky arms with little yellow fingernails that are covered in dirt and grime. They're covered with a red coloured hair and spots are sometimes placed sporadically on them, from working with grease and/or just playing around. Not the kind of spots where it's visible but it can't be felt, but the visible kind that are sticky and disgusting and cause your arm hair and tangled and hurt when rubbed. That type of thing.

You might've seen a thing or two about fingernails up there, yeah? Well, we'll go a bit deeper into the subject now, but not just on the dead skin and keratin part of the hand. The actual hand itself. With long, slender fingers, ones that shouldn't be on a man with a personality like his. It might just be the freaking undernourishment of the the boy that does it, because there's no way in Hell that he should have those types of fingers. They're like little, I mean long, witch fingers, just without the green pigmentation and the warts. And unusually, there's pretty much nothing on his hands for some tufts of hair on the top and on the smooth parts of his fingers.

Yeah.

Almost done! Yay! Just the legs left and then some.. statistics, if you will? He has some scrawny ass legs that can't even stand him up. I mean, they can, but, it just doesn't look right. He looks like one of those 3rd world people that are hunching over and picking up food off the ground, just without the bulging stomach. Maybe we could compare leg sizes to a hamburger and an orange, with a hamburger being an average thigh circumference and the orange being Shael's little bitty walkers. Crazy, huh?

So, now that we've got the main points of him down, I'll give ya' some stats. Like this:

Height: 5 foot, 10 inches.
Weight: Around 70 pounds.
Average Clothing: Torn T-shirt, shorts. Both of which are covered in grease.

Alrighty, that's enough. Love him. Or.. ya' know, don't.

Once, there was a young boy. His name was Shael, and he grew up to be as mean as he could be. Unfortunately, as mean as he could be meant hugging people to death and making people laugh until they couldn't breathe. It was all fine and dandy in those times, where everyone loved to be around him and looked forward to it. Everyone except for his parents. His parents, were, well, they were just madder than hell. One being notorious for killing animals in the forest and bringing their heads back, and the other was renown for cooking the strangest things and making them delicious.

And, but no surprise, these two people were related. To be expected, rumours were spread around and jokes were thrown, and ultimately, that's what led to the person Shael is today. Not the crayon-sharing, line-cutting-allowing, saying-hello-in-the-hallways type person, but the mean, maniacal beast with raging hormones. It was mainly the teasing he got all through middle school that made him what he is, and it was the one day that he decided to no longer further his education that made his trip down the drain final.

He was sixteen, a sophomore, and all it took was one word. Freak. He sat at the lunch table, by himself like he usually did from the lack of friends that he once had. The food was chicken and dumplings, and it was something he'd never forget. He felt the slime and the humiliation literally hit him in the back of the head as the word was thrown at him (no pun intended), and everything for the server of the word screamed the word pain. To summarize it, we'll say the victim wasn't Shael.

And in a way, it was expulsion, not a case of dropping out, though either way would've been fine for Shael. He just wanted to leave, and the fact that he finally got to was just a relief. But, unfortunately, it didn't make matters any better. Not really worse, but not better either. Of course, his parents were upset with him that he didn't feel the need to further his education, but that's what happened.

I know you have some questions about his parents too, and they'll all be answered shortly, just keep reading.

In the two years that he dropped out of high school, his dad never stopped chopping off heads of innocent animals and stuffing them, and his mom never stopped putting in blood skin into her food to make it taste just right. The last part's a little freaky, to say the least, and it's given the family an appearance of having Parkinson's disease. Only with the permanent shakiness that comes with human flesh consumption.

Laura's the mom's name and Laurell's the dad's name, and they're related by being siblings. Their parents were all good though, at least with the no - incest thing (definitely not with their genes or whatever, those just created some jacked up children). These parents though, decided that Careers didn't just have to come from certain districts and that anyone could win The Hunger Games if they wanted. The children of theirs were grown up believing this, which might make a part in their mating rituals, because they both believed that they would make excellent Tributes.

Unfortunately enough, Shael thinks this is shameful (who wouldn't?), and not only disagrees on the views of The Hunger Games, but argues about it with his parents and refuses to do any type of training for the Games. Even if it means harm for him. In fact, he's so disobedient, his parents have contemplated killing him, just don't tell him that or he'll end up with them dead.

However, Shael is not affected by death nor has he ever been (at least not at this point). As mentioned, ever since he was born his parents have been just about the weirdest parents to ever walk the face of the Earth, whether it be after the World's devastation or not. Sure, he wouldn't like to walk around the District stickin' needles in to everyone's neck like it was the most normal thing in the world to do, but he wouldn't really care if someone did either. It's how he was raised.

With the events and actions that have been explained so far, we have a boy that was once nice and happy that grew up in depression and bullying. This has lead to a very unhappy newborn-adult that wouldn't mind popping a few people in the mouth. Death doesn't affect him, nor has it ever, and he has some really jacked up parents. Really jacked up ones. He doesn't like the idea of The Hunger Games, just because he doesn't like following someone's rules for crap he didn't do, and he refuses to do any type of training that particularly pertains to the party of blood spilling.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the present tense.

He lives with his dad, the sadistic head chopping one that killed his mom. It all started with a small little argument about the soup being too bloody (literally). It enraged to a pushing and shoving fight (that was usual), but apparently something set off Laurell that lead to a head to preserve. Shael didn't even realize the butcher knife heading in Laura's direction until it was already there, blood splattering in all directions from the lack of a sharp enough blade.

He only stood at the head that lay on the drabby green fluffy carpeted floor and the blood that sprouted from one end.

He shrugged, picked it up, gave it to his dad, and went to his room.

He hasn't seen his dad since.

And if you wonder why? It's because of a missing father, one that hasn't been seen since the time that Shael Drege gave his mother's head to his father. He lives like everything about it was normal, like it didn't affect him at all.

It.

Did.

Occasionally, all of this happening most definitely led him to psychosis, or at least some form of it. He began to try to find things that would make his mind travel from the obvious things. Where's my dad? Why.. Where.. I wander if Mom likes it in Hell.. Eventually, he found something that he very much liked. Hunting. The way the blade would slice through their flesh, through their coat, caused for a very good way to release anger and emotions.

He eventually got addicted, like nicotine to a smoker. If he weren't to hunt, if he weren't kill, there'd be absolutely no way in Hell that he would survive the day without hurting someone or himself. He'd kill the animals, usually a rabbit or a squirrel, something small, so it could go unnoticed, and would go back to his shack or apartment or where ever he had ended up staying and would cut the animal's head off, and eat the body. He'd cover the heads in salt, a natural preservative, and would throw them in a container or a bag, carrying it around to places where he knew the contents wouldn't be questioned. Eventually, though, there came a time where there was questioning, and Shael had to hold a man hostage, as to not let him run and tell his practices.

Occasionally, once the heads would rot and be infested with bugs and flies, he'd toss them, bury them, or burn them away, never to be seen again.

♦.ican'tbetamed.♦

Basically, for a list of his personality traits, in case you didn't get them in the history/personality compilation above, here ya' go:

• angry
  
• frustrated
  
• fake (but not in the plastic boob kind, like, the kind where you aren't yourself around people)
  
• a closet emotional
  
• brave
  
• stingy
  
• selfish
  
• carefree
  
• psychotic
  
• obsessive
  

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