Kendrix (D12) {done}

Name: Kendrix Jallen Simson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 12
Appearance:

Kendrix does not fit the stereotype for residents of the dilapidated District 12. However, he has a coal miner’s body, by most standards. He is shorter, standing up to almost 5’10” (1.8 Meters), and thick. Not fat, but muscular; almost overly muscular. This muscle comes from his years at the academy in 2. He weighs in at 195lbs. His hair is kept short, buzzed down to the point of almost being bald. He likes to keep it that way, less work to maintain it.

He has a pretty square face, a trait he inherited from his birth father. His eyes, usually squinted, are dark brow almost black, which makes him generally menacing look. A mouth that naturally sits in a half smile, giving Kendrix a very menacing look as a whole, accents this look of generic anger. His nose is shorter, and fat, mostly due to multiple breakages and his own refusal to get it fixed. His teeth are naturally straight, a blessing in and of itself. However his face is not as perfect as it may seem. He has a scar on his left eye and multiple spots of irreversible damage to his ears, again results of his time in the Academy in 2.

His skin is a dark brown, unlike most of the residents of 12, but that makes sense since he isn’t originally from 12. Kendrix also has a fairly intense tribal tattoo that wraps around his left shoulder and down his bicep. His hands are larger than they should be for a man his size, but he has learned to make it work. Over this skin he wears a fairly generic style. In the warm months he wears white t-shirts and jeans when in school. In his off time he wears gym shorts and a-shirts. During colder months he wears the same white t-shirts and jeans, but with zip-up hoodies or leather jackets over the top to keep warm.

Kendrix is a natural born athlete. He is fast and strong with a great sense of space and balance. However, his downfall is his intelligence. His test scores in school indicate that he is of below average IQ. No one dares make fun of him for this though, because of his strength and ability to run down anyone who would make fun of him for it. His eyes and ears are finely tuned machines, made to take in his surroundings.

Personality:

Kendrix is a hardened, unsympathizing, rock of a human being. He has emotion, but they center mostly around anger and rage. He can be pleasant to be around, a skill learned over the last two years spent in District 12 where being a bad-ass is not the main goal of every male ever. He was orphaned at age 5, which is the source of most of his anger. He finds it easier to cope with everything in his life by throwing on a face of not caring and often arrogance.

He is quite loud and obnoxious for the most part, especially in the classroom, where he has realized that acting like he doesn’t care gets him some respite from answering questions and expectations from his teachers. At home he is nice enough to his adoptive parents. There is hostility, mostly due to the fact that they ripped him away from the life he knew, but he has more than made peace with that by now.

The one major flaw that shines through like a bright light on Kendrix has already been eluded to. He has a temper like no other. His fuse is particularly short, especially when someone steps on his pride. This pride is another major flaw in his character. He constantly talks to people like they don't matter, as though he is above them because of where he comes from. He has no reservation about turning someones face from something that resembles a human to a bloodied pulp, and has in fact done this on more than one occasion.

History:

Kendrix was born in the heart of District 2 to a pair of Peacekeeper trainers. His father, Mikael and his mother Tasha, were nice people when not in the white uniforms. They loved their son with all their hearts. It was during a small uprising in one of the outlying districts that tragedy struck this peaceful family. Kendrix was five when he remembered seeing two peacekeepers show up at his house with two Capitol officials. They told him very bluntly that his parents would not be returning home. The Capitol officials took him down to the Justice Building. It was there that he was assigned to an orphanage just outside the main city within District 2. He spent ten years here, gaining a reputation as a fighter. But how could you not be? He was shorter than most of the other boys and some of the girls here. He was black, which made things even more difficult for him. He became quite good at fighting and standing up for himself.

Once he turned eight, the headmaster of the Orphanage recognized Kendrix natural tendency for violence and is gift for survival. Without hesitation, the man enrolled him in the prestigious District 2 Career Academy. It was here that Kendrix truly learned the “way of the warrior”. He learned how to survive, kill, and do whatever else would be necessary to be crowned a victor. What’s more, he was good at it. One of the best, as a matter of fact. At the age of 12 he was given a personal tutor at the Academy, who promptly set out to make sure that any semblance of pity, empathy and remorse was drained from the already emotionally fragile young man. Kendrix training was not unlike the other careers. He learned his way around all the weapons that were commonly placed in the arena, all the while turning his body into a finely tuned machine. At age fifteen however, this all came to an abrupt and unwelcomed halt.

Despite the fact that he was enrolled as a career, Kendrix was still an orphan. He had come to grips with this fact, and to be completely honest, he often viewed it as a bonus. No family meant no one to miss him or for him to miss if he was thrown into the arena. It also meant less people for the Capitol to use against him. That all came crashing down one spring evening when Kendrix was returning to the orphanage from the academy. Standing outside the door were four Peacekeepers. There was also a car, the likes of which Kendrix had rarely seen, except when Capitolites came by to harvest youngsters out of the squalor of orphan life, in order to feel better about themselves. He walked through the doors and was instantly met by the Headmaster, who ushered him into the sitting room. Kendrix sat down, a little nervous about what was coming. He very well knew what was coming, but he desperately wanted it to not happen. Two people, a man and woman, who looked very Capitol appeared in the doorway, and she clapped her hand to her mouth. Isn’t he just wonderful dear! I'm just sure that they will love him! Kendrix looked at the two people in the door way confused, and then back at the Headmaster. The Headmaster then went on to explain that these were two people from the Capitol. Not there. Anywhere but there. Kendrix remembers thinking the whole time. Then his fear went into a deep despair when he was enlightened on their true reason for being there. As it turned out, they worked for an Adoption Agency, and they had matched Kendrix with a family in District 12. A family of mid- to upper echelon standing, for District 12 anyway. The husband was a butcher, and the wife a baker. They did not hurt for money, but they were no where near as rich as the middle class families in 2. They were unable to have children and as it turned out, there was an abundance on orphans in 2. So this agency decided to help with this problem, for a nominal fee. Kendrix was now a member of the Simson family, whether he liked it or not.

The Capitolites escorted Kendrix to the train station, and then on board one of the more fancy trains at the station. With a sigh, Kendrix looked back at the place he had called home and lifted his single duffel bag onto his shoulder. The train ride was long, despite the rocketing speeds of the train, or at least it felt that way to Kendrix. When they arrived in 12, Kendrix fought with all his might the urge to lie on the ground and throw a tantrum like he had seen so many of the younger children do so often at the orphanage. No! You're damn near a grown ass man. Kendrix walked onto the platform and was greeted by the family. They were nice enough, and he could tell by the tears in their eyes that despite his age, they were overjoyed to have him none the less. He guessed that was cause enough to stay and not be a complete jerk the whole time. After all, these people were putting a roof over his head weren't they?

And so for the past two years, Kendrix has lived a more quiet, peaceful life inside the humble District 12. He was still a career at heart, and so his fighting instinct often got him in trouble. His adoptive father did the best he could to give Kendrix the best in training equipment, but unfortunately it is not even up to the caliber of the equipment that the youngest careers train with in District 2. Kendrix also earned a name for himself at school, for being rather loud and obnoxious, a standard coping mechanism for angry teens.

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