Scythe Berhtulf, District 7

Name: Scythe Berhtulf
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

Naturally tall, his many years of helping his parents out in the lumberyards have left Scythe large and muscular as well. He stands at about 6’1 and weighs in around 190 pound, making him a lean, mean, tree cutting machine. The industry of chopping through the woods, as well as Scythe’s lackadaisical attitude, has lead to many scars that kiss primarily his arms, but also some minor ones on his face and legs. In fact the right side of Scythe’s face is marked with a thin red line that follows the contour of his face, left on him by a falling branch.

Despite the scarring, Scythe has a handsome face. His well-defined jaw line is often patched with small amounts facial hair since he loathes the feeling of shaving. Everything about Scythe’s features is dark and warm. Though his hair is a dark brown shade, the constant exposure to sunlight has left it with a golden tint. The same goes for his tanned skin. His eyes are a dark deep brown with flecks of orange and yellow around the pupils, giving it the effect of a sunburst.

Scythe isn’t a fan of dressing up for any occasion and when working in the woods, the most clothing you’ll ever find him in is a pair of shorts or pants—unless it’s the winter and he’ll reluctantly wear his coat. The coat that he adorns is his prized possession, a gift from his late grandfather. The coat is made from the fur of a wolf his grandfather had slain himself and passed on to Scythe before he passed away. Such a coat would usually be illegal for a District citizen to own, however his grandpa had originally been a peacekeeper in the District before eventually retiring and marrying one of the women of the woods of District 7.

[/justify][/size][/blockquote]Personality:

The warmth of Scythe’s appearance reflects his personality. He was born under the sign of Leo and greatly reflects the sign’s signature bold and bright nature. He is cheerful and warmhearted and is almost always found with a bright, white smile on his face. He even considers laughing as one of his favorite hobbies. He tries to spread his seemingly imperturbable good mood wherever he goes, though many of his peers are bogged down by the oppression of the Capitol.

Unlike most citizens of the District, Scythe’s family does not harbor as much hate for the government. While they still suffer under the oppression, having a grandfather, whom Scythe admired greatly, who was once a Peacekeeper of the Capitol has left the Berhtulf’s with a less bitter taste in their mouth. Also the fact that never having known anyone Reaped for the Games has in a way made them less real to the family and while they sympathize for those who do, it has lured them into a false sense of security.

Scythe’s constant cheery air is also lined with an edge of confidence, although some might prefer to deem him “cocky”. He is sure of his physical appeal, and he is also overly sure of his physical abilities. The latter has been the cause of many a mishap for him in the lumberyards. Being a Leo, he enjoys being the best and boldest at whatever he is doing. Scythe is never afraid to border the edge or go an extra mile to make him seem more outstanding. This isn’t just a selfish trait however. Scythe is fiercely loyal to anyone he deems a friend and will go out of his way to help them. Though his methods may be a bit showy, his heart is in the right place.

The flip side of Scythe’s border-line arrogance is that it also brings on his brooding temper. His love of being the best and boldest also leaves him incapable of accepting defeat or being second best to anyone. This brings out his darker side that leaves him rash and foolish, and once this part of Scythe is brought up, a path of problems and pain is often found in its wake.

[/justify][/size][/blockquote]History:

Scythe grew up in the middle of the middle of Panem. His family was middle class in a middle class district, and they always seemed to get by. Since Scythe began helping his parents out in the lumberyards at a young age, they were fortunate enough to never require the purchase of Tesserae. With the addition of two younger sisters, things became a little tighter, however the Berhtulfs always made a point of working hard to ensure they had enough without further relying on supplies from the Capitol.

He was raised in a good home with a loving environment the encouraged hard work and kindness leads to happiness. Never having a period of true strife, this was a lifestyle and a motto that was easy for Scythe to buy into. He was an optimist by nature, so he never saw a need to look further and see the true horrors of the world around him. His lack of a serious bone in his body has even occasionally led to a stray thought of what it might be like if he were Reaped for the Games. He was undeniable curious what his odds might be. He’d even gone as far as to secretly signing up for tesserae two years ago and giving the grain and oil off to another family to keep it unknown to his own.

His grandfather had caught him in this act, but both pretended they saw nothing. On his dying bed just over a year ago however, Scythe and his grandfather had a few moments alone to say goodbye. His grandfather was rather delirious but was heated and continued mumbling on about the Capitol, the Games, and the words “horrors”, “cheats” and “lies” Scythe wasn’t sure what to make of this, but it has quietly been weighing down his thoughts in the back of his mind ever since. The gnawing feeling that something isn’t right with this life grows stronger every day, and he has begun to expect that his parents have been aware of this all along and have been sugarcoating his life all along.

[/justify][/size][/blockquote]Codeword: odair
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