Ronan Black D13 <3

HOT AND DANGEROUS

These are the words that describe me, the essence of me, and all the glory of me. I’ve been told I look like Brad Pitt someone famous with a shaved head, and that my bone structure is so sharp that I am dangerous. But baby-doll, lets get straight to the point: my abs, they’re so fine I -

Okay, I’m a little biased here. Should I really be describing what I look like? The hell? Is this a factory for over-pumped narcissists? Fine, fine. Let me let my friend, Cinder, give it a go.

Lets get to it: “Ro” actually is a pretty good nickname for Roran, mostly because it could stand for Romeo too. He has good looks on his side, and enough confidence to make up for his endearing flaws. Roran has eyes like brownies, black hair, and slightly off center, crooked eye brows. They’re his defining features, the sort of things that trigger long-lost memories of Roran in the minds of careless, gum-smacking teenage girls every where. The stories behind them?

Well his brown eyes aren’t windows to his soul, because they aren’t crazy and filled with teenage lust, but they are a cute twist to his face. His hair is black, but Rorans never been able to figure out how the hell that happened: its like, one day he was just shaving his head because someone dared him to, and then his brown hair came in black, and now he’s scared to shave it all off again in case it comes out pink or ginger (..it could happen.) The eyebrows share the shtame story.. shave story.. SAME story as the hair, he shaved them off on a dare, and they’ve grown in with a slightly off-center, helter-skelter look to them.

Besides those traits, Ronan has a kind of thin face on the border between feminine and masculine, with high cheek bones and a manly jawline. His nose kind of suddenly appears at the end, being very narrow and low between his eyes, but suddenly spread out and amusing/amused once it reaches the nostril level.

His lips aren’t puff-daddy where they remind you of Angelina Jolie Botox OCTOMOM the Capitol, but they are visible, so Ro counts himself as being right in the middle of big and small. Speaking of size, Ro isn’t very tall: he’s 5’’10, which during this era makes him on the short end of the stick, although perhaps a few hundred years ago he would have been about “average.” Ro thinks he remembers learning that back when the world had to restart and Panem wasn’t Panem, 5’’10 was a fine height. But he’s content being a bit shorter than average, Ro is only sixteen years old (barely) and he has a fighting chance of suddenly growing to 6’’3. Maybe if he really puts his mind to it, it’ll happen…

Ro doesn’t have much of a will power though, and no matter how hard he tries to get a six-pack or a tan, it just doesn’t happen. His skin is naturally fair, and the few times he has attempted to tan it, he’s developed a few brown freckles on the bridge of his nose, and mostly on his shoulders and arms. Ro doesn’t really like freckles on himself, thinking they make him look younger and more innocent and also resembling the other kind of spots one might get on their face (don’t make him say the word, any word having to do with.. puberty.. makes him want to roll around on the ground and scream “daddy loves mommy, mommy loves daddy!” a few hundred times)

He’s content to be a kind of shrimpy kid, and he knows that he is pretty strong, like if there was a serial killer chasing him, Ronan could probably outrun the killer cus he’s so high strung and bounces off of walls anyways. And also because he fancies himself the hero of his own movie, NOT the hot blonde, token not-white-guy, or court jester (these are usually the ones that die in horror movies) Ronan just isn’t the kind of guy to strip off his shirt and flex a few muscles to draw a girl to him. He prefers talking about feelings and manipulating hot girls into thinking he cares about the feelings hes blabbering on about? taking relationships slowly. No offense meant to the faster ladies, if they want his number.. could he just give it here? Why wait for the personality, Ro just wants to point out that he likes all ladies equally, and if they’re interested in a brown-eyed puppy who prefers brains over brawns, they should look no further than him.

A few other details about Ro include the fact that he isn’t really hairy like most guys, because the same day he shaved his head and eyebrows, he also shaved his stomach.. abs, legs, back, arm pits, etc. Although it’s been about a year to the day since he was hazed by some older kids and dared to do so, Ro still feels a bit self conscious whenever someone tells him he looks soft and cute. C’mon, the hairless, short, shrimpy guys don’t get girls. Lets indulge in Ro’s self image as a tall, brawny hot guy with flippy hair and a don’t-care attitude.

IF YOU’RE ONE OF US THEN ROLL WITH US

Ro belongs to a special cult clique group society? GANG of bad-asses who enjoy being very bad-assy. Okay, so maybe they’re a nice young group of misfits who stare at girls far too often and make moves never only when they’re sure the girl is interested and stupid/sympathetic enough to say yes to desperate pleas for a pity date. However, out of his group of mates, Ronan “Romeo” “Ro” is regarded as a girl expert. He has six siblings, five of them girls, and one of them a ladies man at twelve. Ro may not walk the walk, but he sure can talk the talk.

Ever since he was seven years old and a girl planted one on him, Ro has made it his duty to learn everything about the foreign species. He dedicates himself to three causes: learning about girls, rebelling against the Capitol, and eating enough food to send the Uprising into a mighty debt. He is a very dedicated and mischievous young man, who learns quickly but hardly cares about most of the information people try to spoon-feed him.

Well, not that he has a choice. Some things are better left forgotten, but Ro can’t really do that, now can he? He has Hyperthymesia, or to put it into non-dorky terms, a superior autobiographical memory. Since he was nine years old, Ro began to absorb information pertaining to himself at a faster rate, and he can recall events based around snippets of information given about himself. Go ahead, try it out, ask him about the day his eggs were burned while his big sister was cooking, and he had to use his brown shoe with elastic straps and silver detailing to stamp out the small fire she created in their kitchen, then he had to walk to school barefoot except for his blue wool socks on a day when it rained in the afternoon, resulting in him having to borrow a pair of his sisters shoes and be humiliated on his walk home.

Yeah, pretty cool huh? Uhuh, you just can’t wait for the history section where Ro describes every single event of his life since he was about nine years old.

It isn’t something that defines him though, Ro hardly tells people, and when he does, they hardly believe him. The only reason why he doesn’t suspect he is a complete crazy is because a runaway from District Six specializing in mental disorders caught wind of something strange about him, and asked Ro if he had anything to confess.

So he did, and he told her a lot because she was hot, and only like twenty five and she kind of seemed interested in him. Well maybe the last part wasn’t true, but Ro liked her. He tends to like people a lot, Ro is a friendly sort of guy who smiles at anybody he meets, and even though he has a pretty realistic view on life (i.e., no that hot doctor was not interested in him, yes he is just a delusional teenage boy) Ro still stays optimistic. When he’s with his compadres, they cause a bit of trouble, but for the most part they just hang out and do things that will only hurt themselves, not other people.

Ro has a sweet heart, he really is the sort of guy your mom wants you to date, because he tries his hardest to be a gentleman (even those most of the runaway girls froth at the mouth and act like chivalry is a dead concept) However, don’t bring him home to daddy: Ro has the peculiar habit of thinking about girls too much, and his face mirrors these thoughts. Those puppy brown eyes reflect a lifetime of girls, girls, girls. Not his fault he can remember every single time a girl has talked to him, or shown remote interest. Even if she doesn’t realize it, Ronan recalls how that one pretty girl looked at him seven times in one day. His memory registers anything important to Ronan, and girls dominate his thoughts, so it makes sense that he would be able to remember details of how they act around him.

But besides what he likes, Ronan is also the kind of guy who forgets why he’s angry at people. No, that isn’t a pun considering he has that superior memory and all – its not that he doesn’t remember why he has been insulted, but Ro just doesn’t care after awhile. When you have to live with all the mistakes you’ve ever made, it’s best to just move on and try to make the best of every situation. But really, just don’t try to tick him off. Ronan is pretty bugged by people who take life too seriously, considering he’s a complete joker and you really can’t tell whether he means it when he mutters something about murdering his annoying mother or older sisters. Ronan says most things with the same friendly tone to his voice, even when he’s meant to be taking something “very seriously” because peoples very lives depend upon him doing something of grave im-por-tance!

Whatever, whatever. All’s forgotten, why do you think Ronan accompanied two of his sisters on their trip to District Thirteen, then decided to stay there as a rebel? Ro surrounds himself with good-natured people when he can, and rather than holding a grudge against someone, he simply trains himself to give them little thought. The present and the future are the important parts, Ro of all people should know that even if you come from an awful past filled with anger, frustration, danger and annoying parents, you can still do something new and exciting with your life.

CAUSE WE MAKE THE HIPSTERS FALL IN LOVE.. ?

Ro’s parents belong to this obscure District you’ve probably never heard of! Juuust kidding! They aren’t from District Thirteen where Ro currently spends his days, they’re actually from one of those bothersome middle places where life is all work and no play. Ronan was born after three big sisters had already come into the world, and was shortly followed by a little sis and another little bro. He spent his childhood being tormented by the eldest three, but was especially close to Brynn, who had been two at the time of his birth. Brynn was one of those dreamy kinds of kids who forgot everything she’d just said, and was bored very easily of the games and trials the other two girls inflicted upon Ronan.

All in all, his childhood was a nice time for Ro, his parents had their hands full with the other two babies of the family, and his older sisters – when not forcing him to commit crude and strange acts for their amusement – served as wonderful surrogate mothers. Brynn kept him safe from harm, Rowena helped him break out of his “shy little boy” shell, and Camille gave him anything he asked for.

Of course, things changed when he turned nine and suddenly Ro had to deal with all the frustration and angst of a teenage boy rolled up into a fun-sized body. He couldn’t understand how his parents so easily forgot their offenses against him, and why Rowena thought he would forgive her after she stole the last piece of egg three weeks ago from his breakfast plate. People just didn’t understand him anymore, but he learned to deal. Brynn figured out a change had occurred in her sweet brother, and started to guard him all the more so that Camille and Rowena moved onto bothering the youngest sister, Melissa, and training Cameron into a ladies man.

Ro’s parents started to notice the changes in him too, and began to pay special attention to their delinquent boy. He was the special child without even earning good grades, doing well at sports, or having the voice of an angel-siren. His siblings scorned him, his parents kept him from fun, and Ro had no idea how to deal with the overwhelming emotion that he did not belong. He closed himself off from others, all except for Brynn and a few guys at his school who thought Ronan was a blast and were too dumb or too careless to eve hurt his feelings.

When Camille moved out at the age of eighteen, and Ro’s parents began to give him even more attention he reached his breaking point. Only thirteen and he was already turning into a mixed up crazy kind of guy. His sister, Rowena, was the one who shockingly enough suggested to Brynn that the three of them should go join the rebellion. Rowena was seventeen, Brynn was fifteen. They were both old enough to be of some use to the rebels, and wise enough to realize if they left Ro with just his little sibs and restricting parents, he would suffocate.

This is what started their journey beyond the District borders. Ro never really asked questions about how they managed to leave, but on one certain night, a man met Rowena at the weakest part of the gate to the District, kissed her, and helped her start climbing the wall. Then he just left, left Brynn, Rowena, and Ronan to fend for themselves in the wild. Brynn was surprisingly athletic for always being trapped inside of her own head, and they managed to make their food last until they reached roughly the location of the Uprising Rowena had heard about.

None of them showed any remorse for leaving behind their family. It seemed as though they all shared the attitude that none of them were perfect enough for the doting parents of the younger siblings or even Camille, the gentle leader of them all. Somehow they got lost, all three of them, and the only way to escape was to dive into the woods.

Rowena because a forager and Brynn hunted, both took Ro with them when they could and taught him to be useful. He learned information rather well and would remember exact locations where they had had special luck hunting rabbits or finding non-poisonous berries. He found a crew of boys who were willing to help him adjust, and Ro became somewhat of a wanderer. He doesn’t really think much of the rebellion, but he’ll help because they’ve saved him. He just wants some girl to fall in love with him, and to move into an extravagant mansion a la Capitol style.
No biggie.