Jackson Covey; District 7 (finished)

Appearance: My mother tells me that girls adore me, but I haven’t really noticed any swooning when I walk around the corner, or either I’m just plain blind. My hair is light brown and slightly long, the ends reaching down the back of my neck in jagged edges, bangs flipped to the side. I think my hair is my best attribute, but who knows. My eyes are dark brown, which I like to compare to mud. Yeah, really appealing picture there, Jackson… anyways, I’m about 5’11, luckily my growth spurt happen right on time, so that nobody thought I was a colossus or either a midget. Due to the fact that my family and I work, like, all the time, I’ve been given the job of hauling 50 pound loads of plants around, since, well, District 7 is known for its forests. I also chop wood, which has given me the ability to say that I own 6 packs, which I find rather helpful, since they take most of the pain from the constant chopping motion. I also haul tree trunks, which range in size, along with moving general huge piles of dirt, which weigh at least as much as the trees, though the trees are usually much heavier. All this work has thankfully resulted in giving me a rather muscular body and huge abs, which, even though I hate it, is really great.
I have a natural tan from the sun, which makes my skin a very light brown, and also results in a few freckles under my right eye, though they are only visible at close range. I usually wear forest green clothing, when there’s some to be had, otherwise its brown cloth pants, black shoes, and a well-fitting white t-shirt. Besides that, I wear a leather four-inch wide band on my left wrist, And I also have a diagonal scar from the right corner of my lip to the back of my jaw, which I got in a knife fight. So , I’m usually distinguishable by my face, since most people look at my face twice,or so my mother says.

Personality: Well, um…I don’t really like too much attention, and I tend to have limited conversation with strangers. Though I make friends easily, I try not to spill my thoughts out to them, since I’m a sort of, heh well, quiet guy. I don’t enjoy people knowing my person issues, or trying to offer me charity. I’m brazen sometimes, and have surprising skill with weapons, when I can find some. My father taught me basic archery and sword fighting, which I expanded upon later with fighting vandals off our family’s land. I have a great sense of humor, and a lot of people deam me as being charming, a quality which I really don’t see. I’ve got a good heart though, even when I screw something major, I’ll always be trying to do something good for someone. Oh, and I’m currently unattached, single and straight, and I’d like to find a bubbly girl who enjoys a good fight and doesn’t scream on the first wound or at the sight of bugs, who’s single and doesn’t cheat on her boyfriends, and enjoys being with a rather well built guy. Oh, and I tend to ramble when I’m nervous, which is around most girls. So the hopes of finding one are pretty slim. I also can get pretty wild, and consider myself fun to be around.
I do have some bad days though, and those are the ones you want to quietly slip out on. My anger level is easily controlled, until it reaches a certain notch, and then I kind of explode, which consists of lashing out at those nearest to me. I also get a severe case of battle fury when I’m mad, which is when you only see a curtain of red before your eyes and go basically ballistic with anger, killing everyone around you. So, if any of you thought I was the perfect guy…that kind of just blew the whole image of me out of the water. I’m not afraid to admit my faults, but tend to a have a twinge of pride and jealousy, especially when evil wins over good, which happenes every day in Panem, I might add.
Also, another thing about me is that I can be extremely patient. If someone or something is in hiding, and they want to wait, I can stay in one place for up to two weeks, with the right amounts of food and water, starving my opponents out. Some of my hobbies include swordfighting, reading when I can, being with nature,( which is a rather odd quality for a guy, but not necessarily a guy from District 7) playing battles of wits and strategy, which I enjoy very much. Arm wrestling for money is also a fun thing to do, as I’m more muscular now, and tend to always win, owning for most of the money which comes to our family. So, that’s a bit about me, and girls, I’ll be watching out for you now!

History: Well, there’s not really much to tell. I was born into the horrible country, not even getting a chance at a free life. I’m very bitter about that. However, my father, Sean Covey married my mum, Angel, when she was 19, and had just been a victor in the games. So, their marriage resulted in lots of publicity and things. Everyone loved them, as they were like the perfect couple, and they had a delightful marriage and my mother had won the Games, it was really a big deal.
And then, to make matters better, they had me. Yeah, and then the public went nuts and stuff, because no one had guessed, and my mother hadn’t really showed herself since after the games. Everyone was happy, except my mother, because she was still recovering from the shock of surviving the games. So the mayor-ess finally shooed the press away, so that she could recover. Over time, my mother became back to her old self. Every once in a while, she would gaze into the distance, and then come back to reality with a shudder. My father, however, reveled in the press and all that, and after I was born, they came back for interviews and things, though there were less than before. After a while, the rarity of my birth wore off as my other five brothers were born, each one special because they were the product of a game winner.
However, after a long time, my father had been working in the lumber yard, news finally came to us that he’d been killed by one of the falling logs on the river, and my mother went into a cloistered sense again, leaving me to basically take care of the children, me being the oldest. Luckily, no papers or tv stations were around when this happened, but a few still captured our story, tarnishing the image of the winner of the Hunger Games, but my life was alright, as my close friend, Ella, helped me out with my siblings. So, that was my story, other than the fact that ella has now moved to District 1, and my brothers are all grown and are a little older, though they all are inserted into the reaping, which freaks my mother out. But she’s alright, and has lapsed back into being a normal housewife and mother again, leaving me to the reaping and winning hand wrestling bets, and things like that.

Face Claim: Jonathan Bennet