D11 // Randall Stottlemeyer FIN

Randall towers at six foot two, weighing in at approximately two hundred pounds. With a athletic build, and bulging worker muscles. Sporting hazel brown curled hair, in a messy fashion, with matching colored neat eyebrows. His eyes are a dark, deep brown, almost black color, his nose is commonly shaped, sloping down and ending above some small facial hair in the form of a mustache and strap-goatee. With a head that curves down into a perfectly aligned chin.

Randall's broad shoulders define his brutish, worker strength. They move quickly into his athletic biceps and triceps, and large, rough hands. His tanned skin tone, goes well with the clothing he opts to, or should I say, wears them cause they are the only clothes he can afford. With a strong, slim and shaped torso, with a tight, but not muscular abdomen, curving into a strong waist and muscular legs, further define Randall's worker vibe.

Dressing in a black t-shirt, that shows off his strong stomach and chest, and a burgundy rain jacket. Randall opts to wear either dark olive drab cargo pants, or khaki. And wears the same pair of dirty, torn working boots everyday. He sometimes wears a woolen beanie hat, especially in the winter, and fingerless black gloves. For smart wear, usually the reaping and weddings, he dons a white button up shirt, black slacks, and his usual boots.

Randall's venomous attitude towards anyone but his friends, especially the capitolites and peacekeepers. Is drawn from his anger-management, and ADD issues. Although they can never be addressed, his mother used to help counsel him, but since her passing, Randall has been evermore aggressive, and spiteful. His rowdy behavior is drawn from his father's side.

On the other half of him, Randall shows compassion, understanding, and pure love for those he truly cares for, he'd put himself in the shadows of the valley of death for those he cares for. Nothing gets in the way of those most important in his life. As overprotective as he seems, he only does what makes his friend's happy. And would never take a approach to a friend by trying to make their decisions for them. Although he can seem to be too protective, Randall has moments of selfishness, where he thinks only for himself making him an unpredictable character to be around.

His views on the Games and the Capitol, are fueled with hatred and rage, but Randall has never tried to rebel against them, he respects them for one thing, keeping order in a world as ruined as theirs. His rebellious days as a young man earned him the scars, and they earned the eventual respect from him. He still hates the concept of the games, but knows if he ever gets reaped he will kill whoever he has to, if it means he can come back home, alive, and well.

Fourty nine hours of labor, and a complicated birth, led to the bastard son of Industrial Worker Jason Quimby, and young girl, Adrienne Sottlemeyer. Randall was healthy at birth, and his name was settled minutes after his birth. Loved deeply by his mother and father, they did their best to support their baby, being young, sixteen year old parents, his father fed their family via tesserae. But after his father turned eighteen, he was reaped for the 49th Hunger Games. In which he was killed in the initial bloodbath. His mother spent almost a year being distraught, almost failing to keep Randall and her alive as she slipped into alcoholism.

Randall had a miserable childhood in which he got no help with his learning difficulties and issues. He frequently got into fights, which led to harsh whippings. His mother looked on, unable to do anything, except turn to another drink. By the time Randall was ten he was tending farms. Earning money to support his drunk mother. But before he turned twelve, she had passed away from alcohol poisoning, leaving Randall alone. He grieved, and mourned for days, although his mother was viewed by him as weak, and never there for him. She still brought him into this world, and did her best for him. Randall sometimes tells people that he doesn't cry, because, he cried so much that week, that he had cried enough tears to cry for a lifetime.

Inheriting the shack he was born, and raised in (albeit barely "raised"), Randall began supporting himself with work and tessera, working the farms and avoiding trouble. He has been working on farms ever since his tenth birthday, and has gained some renown for being a hard, long, and strong worker. Who will work long hours a day for extra coin. He is sometimes seen training on a makeshift dummy with a wooden club, in which he uses like a mace. Possible hobby, or general defense training, who knows? He sometimes sneaks out of the district and spends time in the forests. Or goes to the battlegrounds to practice his fist fighting skills.

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