Amando 'Mando' Desterrado- District 13 Done

Name: Amando 'Mando' Desterrado
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 13
Appearance:

I like to look presentable, but honestly, we're all in the situation where the only people who get to see us are those we've known our whole entire lives. So whose main concern is really what they look like? I know it isn’t mine. Although, I suppose if you really want to know, alright I’ll tell you, But it’s only because I’m good like that, understanding, y’know?

Right, so here we go. I’ll start with my hair. Its style is described as fairly tidy; but that’s simply because I don’t particularly prefer to look like a tramp when it can be avoided, it’s also cut at the average length for a guy my age, which is short, but just the right length so it doesn’t expose too much scalp. Also, Although, I am yet to see one, as a young boy my Grandmother Ana often likened my hair colour to that of a Raven’s feather. I suppose I’ll have to find a way to validate her assumption one day.

Moving on to my face, it’s pretty typical really, at least in my opinion anyway. Although, I suppose my skin is fairly good, it’s pock and blemish free, if not a tad too pasty for my liking. I think my facial bones are pretty decent looking too.

My height, Well, I’m tall in stature, at least 6’2, although I’ve never really bothered to measure myself. In comparison to my height I’d say I appear rather stocky,more muscle than fat really if I do say so myself. However, even then you can tell that the substantial amount of muscle visible on my body hasn’t been put there via the gym, the only reason its managed to stay there is due to my unnaturally fast metabolism.

Frankly, I don’t have the faintest idea what the others in this District/Cellar think of my looks. Hey, I’m not saying I haven’t received any shy or equally admiring glances across the room, and I’ll admit I’ve definitely returned some of them, but as far as I’m concerned they can think what they want, there certainly won’t be any hard feelings on my part.

Personality:

From an early age, I was always the one in my family to dish out the kisses and cuddles, whether someone was upset, or not. The affectionate one, my mother called me, and I never grew out of it. You see, I don’t just tell someone they mean something to me, I show them. Sometimes it’s like being a Marionette on strings , I see a friend, and BAM I punch their arm in greeting, or sling my arm around their shoulder. It’s an in born instinct, I can’t keep my feelings inside, and it’s a regular thing for the most important one, love, to come bursting out when you just thought I was beginning to seem normal.

As a kid, after my parents told me this I repeatedly tried to think logically about things. I made smarter choices because of that effort, but as months passed, I found that all the failed attempts at rationalisation were hindering my growth as a person more than they were helping me. I thought, what’s the point in living if I’m not true to myself? So consequently, after these months of effort, I simply told my parents how I hard I had tried, and that it was impossible for me to live life to the full without the impulses I had been told to reject/ Understanding as ever, my parents recognised my struggle. They also said that if my spontaneity made me happy, I shouldn’t fight it; and now, I don't. I've learnt to live life without holding back, and doing that means embracing the good, and the bad in myself no matter what.


I assume that people like me; they don’t have a reason not to, as I’m always friendly to those in 13. My parents wouldn’t settle for anything less. They say that having respect for others is common courtesy, and I agree with them wholeheartedly.

My peers often remark that I am remarkably laid back, and it’s true, I’m always content to go about my daily business regardless of any hostility or ill feeling I encounter along my way. I do so with a grin on my face and a spring in my step, because hard as they try, haters can’t bring me down.

History:

I was the first child of Gloria and Fernando Desteraddo, and was born in the year of the 43rd Hunger Games. My Mother and Father, (Gloria and Fernado) are native residents of 13, as their respective families’ fled underground as part of an agreement with the Capitol. This agreement; as all Citizens of 13 know entailed that our District would be spared from destruction, as long as it stayed hidden. So, hidden we stayed.
My mother and father were mutual friends as teenagers, there feeling for each grew over time, and they eventually married, and a year and a half later I was born. My birth was followed by that of my two siblings Antonio, 14 and Gracia, 13
My childhood was as idyllic as it could have possibly been as part of a community that has been hidden from the world for so long. As from the word go I knew my parents loved me. I think that’s what shaped me to be the person I am today, their unconditional love and support, which has surrounded and protected me since the very day I was born.
In my Infancy, (according to my mother at least) I found humour in everything, from a funny sounding voice to a strange smell. I just couldn’t stop laughing. That is a trait I have retained to this day.
As a child I was quite considerate indeed towards my parents, although that’s not to say I didn’t disobey them. My mother was regularly seen searching every inch of our cabin, only to discover that I had stayed past curfew at a friend’s.
Living in an underground community means my life hasn’t been all that exciting. I mean, I have close friends, but I haven’t ever met anyone with which I've shared a true connection. I’ve never clicked with another human being; this is the kind of connection I seek.

Codeword: oDair
Comments/Other:

Amando is the human embodiment of Spain for Meranda's Country plot.

Please give me critique, as I tried to do his bio in first person present and this is the first time I have attempted something other than third. This is why he is such a crappy character.