Crawford of District 2 (WIP)

Play-By: Kanye West

He's tall, not exceptionally tall, but a little taller than average height. he's dark, black, and he's proud of that. He's got short cropped black hair, he wears a stubble of beard and mustache. He has vivid light green eyes. They are hard and as he believes they are the windows to his scared soul he covers them with dark sunglasses so no one can read his eyes. No one can ever know him. His features are hard, angular and bear a few scars for the trials of his youth and his current lifestyle, but his face doesn't show the signs of malnourishment a district kid would expect to bear.

His clothing style is usually dark: blacks, grays and browns. His clothing is clean, pressed and well maintained. It's not the richness that would be found in the capital, but it was nice. Not rich nice, but nice and simple. practical clothing.

He's slim, but has a nice muscular build that comes with physical labour, intense training and constant working out. That is what makes his lifestyle and mark his days. He hardly ever smiles, he doesn't have any reason to. Though he doesn't speak often, if at all, it would be very hard for someone to tell his teeth were a beautiful white.

Crawford is a rather stern man, he never laughs and never smiles. He believes that there is no joy in the world that could do anything for him. He had no desire to experience the 'joys' of the world. He is not an optimistic person, he's a pessimist by nature. He looks to the dark side of everything. He stern in the sense that he frowns on childish behaviour. He doesn't drink, believing that it will somehow addled his ability to think. He's always plotting, always scheming always looking at things tactically. He's got a brilliant sense of tactics and he is very observant. He is disciplined and dedicated to his mission to an almost OCD level. He has been known to do the same thing without fail for days on end. Training and thinking.

He's got a short temper and holds a grudge for a long time. He's racist, extremely so to the point of hating all white people. He will go so far as to pick a fight with a white man for so much as looking at him too long. He never speaks, unless it is absolutely necessary and usually that's very rare. Some people have never even heard him speak. Rumours have it he's mute. He's not of course, but let them believe as they while. He's the shadow and he likes it that way. Operating from the shadow gives him a sense of freedom he enjoys. The freedom to do as he pleases.

He is very remote, removing himself from the possibility of human relationships. He works with people, both in the group and at work, but no one knows anything about Him and he doesn't share. He never speaks about himself and only ever refers to himself as Crawford. He doesn't trust at all. He is however extremely loyal to those he considers friends. Which are very few.

Crawford was born Jefferson Carlos Smythe to mother Madeline Smythe and father Devin Smythe. Crawford was the second child and the last child of the family. He was tow years younger then his sister Silvianna "Silver" Smythe. Silvianna was the first that had a name that could easily be descriptive of her personality, unlike the other Smythe children who were all named in the traditional sense. A tradition the family was loath to ever stop. Devin was the third child of four. Madeline was an only child. Thus Crawford had a large family as each of Devin's two brothers and one sister had married into varying sized family and had various sized families of their own.

Crawford grew up in relative peace as his father was a trainer for the peacekeepers having been a victor in his own time and his mother was a stay at home mom who had inherited from her family a decent sum, when the business was sold after her father grew to old to continue to do the butchering work he had done. Crawford was raised and trained alongside his sister for as long as he can remember. His goal was to become a victor just like his father before him. A goal he would succeed at he felt certain. His mother despised the games. They were a remind that peace was not peace and she hated all violence. This was in constant clash with his fathers warrior culture and attitude. Crawford like his sister grew up with the warring believes of their parents. Surprisingly both children took on the fathers warrior nature.

Training hard and being the young boy he was Crawford had a small group of close friends and they had all given each other nicknames. His was Crawford. Outside of his home and school that was the name he used, later on he would choose to keep the name Crawford permanently, shedding his name as he had his past.

When he was 12 years old, standing in his first reaping he watched his then 14 year old sister volunteer to be a tribute. As the games unfurled the shocked youth who had watched it his whole life with inthusiasm found himself caught between warring emotions, pride and fear. He watched his sister, his beloved mentor, friend and confident brutally murder other children and without another thought was brutally murdered herself. Her death haunted his dreams as the reality of his world crashed down around him. He was living in a world were children were sent to their deaths. Children as promising as Silver. He lost faith in a government at brutally annihilated its young for the pleasure of reminding the districts of crimes it had committed a long time ago.

As he continued to age, continued to stand watching the readings, he realized that he hated everything about the Capitol. He began to hate all government. He fell in with a group that shared the same beliefs as he did. A group of anarchists who lived an underground life and lived to undermine the government. They paid off the peacekeepers and continued on their mission. Crawford rose through the ranks because of his dedication and his skills. He was now the right hand man to their leader.

Crawford had given up speaking to anyone when he saw his sister die on television and watched his mother slowly die before his eyes of loss and she neglected the son she still had caught in the grief for the daughter she had lost. Craw fords father became distant and intent on his training and Crawford found himself becoming a shade in his own home. Silent and observant. Watching and daring to rebel. At first his rebellions were small becoming a miner rather than a peacekeeper, but then his rebellion grew until he joined the anarchists group. Determined to see all government fall. Let chaos reign. He took a vow of silence unless absolutely necessary when he turned fourteen and his mother died, it was the last time he cried and the last time he displayed emotions.

He the himself into intense disciplinary physical training and learned to show no emotions, using dark sunglasses to hide his eyes from the world. So none could read his emotions, none could know what he thought. Also after having spent many years in the dark mines his eyes were very sensitive to light as all his shifts tended to begin before dawn and end just before sunset. So he was rarely exposed to the light of the sun.

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