Hunter, District 9
May 14, 2012 20:12:16 GMT -5
Post by flareking99 on May 14, 2012 20:12:16 GMT -5
Name: Hunter ‘Xavier’ Bartolomeo
Age: 13
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 9
Appearance: Hunter stands at a height of 5’3” and weighs a mere 100 pounds, setting him at a major disadvantage if he ever got into a head to head fight. He is small, so thin that his ribs started sticking out of his abdomen. The muscles on his arm, however, had been toned and strengthened from firing a massive longbow literally thousands of times. His father had drilled into his head that he shouldn’t practice until he got it right, he should practice until he couldn’t get it wrong. All of the time in the forest that he spent shooting the bow had also given him a light tan to cover his ghostly pale skin. And he still manages to bring back food to sell so that he can keep the family tradition going.
He has a steady hand, which is noticeable when he works. He loves to walk around the District, learning the ins and outs of the buildings. You can usually see him in a dark, mottled old cloak with seemingly random splashes of green, dark green and black on there, passed down from his grandfather. He is hard to keep track of since he practically ghosts between buildings, so that one second he’s there and the next, he’s not. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of old jeans and a stained t-shirt. Both of these were hand-me-downs since he didn’t want his parents spending too much money on him. He never walks with an attitude, only with an air of secrecy, his head down and his hood up. If you ever got a look into his eyes, you would be startled to find that they not only have signs of a soul in them but that they are a bright vivid blue. His jet black hair is usually covered and the rest of his face is hidden in shadow, covering the scars on his cheek.
Personality: He is a very friendly and social person at home. Outside the house, though, everyone who meets him thinks that he is an outcast. He rarely talks to others outside a small ring of friends that he has and when he does, it is in a low, barely audible voice. He is easy going and very tolerant, though when pushed too far, he will fly into a rage. The anger makes him hard to work with. It also makes it much more difficult for him to get to any set goal. He normally doesn’t worry because it takes a lot to make him angry, like the loss of something valuable or a friend.
He is a very intimidating person even though he has to look up to talk to most of the people that he meets. He trusts few people, believing that someone will leak his activities to the peacekeepers. This activity would extend so that he cannot trust people without having known them for a while or having been saved by them. In the Hunger Games, this may or may not ruin him depending on whether they betray him. He may end up dead of a knife in his back but more likely not.
He has a deep-seated fear of fire. If he sees fire or even a puff of smoke, he will start running in the opposite direction. Nothing will stop him from getting away and once, he threw a child behind him to get away. This fear arose from his childhood when his father was killed in a massive fire that scarred part of his face. His childhood was plagued by assorted nightmares and disasters. He doesn’t have an addled mind though his fear can be exploited during the Hunger Games. If they know, that is.
History: (Note: Told in the First-Person; View of a Thirteen-Year Old): Oh the choices. Let’s see where to start. I was born in District 8 to a young mother, age 18. She was amazing, fun to hang around with and smart. My brother was funny as well. He learned to walk and talk a lot earlier than I did, although, he was born first. I loved to be around him but one day he left. It wasn’t until years later that I realized that he left my family to help them. No one ever figured out where he left to though.
Every Tuesday through Thursday, I have to go to school. After all, every child needs his daily dose of brainwash. I never listened to any of the rubbish that they fed me so I was almost killed many times because of dissent. My parents nearly disowned me three times because I was on the verge of being taken away for treason. I had a good life, nice eating and good parents to take care of me. The only thing I disliked was the Capitol. I knew that they wouldn’t give us our freedom no matter what. I never left the house as a child to keep myself safe and to learn from my parents.
My father was killed in an accident when I was 10, burned to death in a fire. He taught me to be tough, to never give up, and to always find a way. I’ve kept that attitude throughout my life though it’s not really appreciated by my mom. She would always tell me to go clean something up or to go outside so that I wouldn’t dampen the mood in the house. I willingly go along with it and today I still keep up with that tradition. My dad originally taught me to hunt. I only hunted, though, to keep my family alive. I work by myself to pay for my own meals. I don’t live separate from my parents though so I enjoy it. For now…
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Age: 13
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 9
Appearance: Hunter stands at a height of 5’3” and weighs a mere 100 pounds, setting him at a major disadvantage if he ever got into a head to head fight. He is small, so thin that his ribs started sticking out of his abdomen. The muscles on his arm, however, had been toned and strengthened from firing a massive longbow literally thousands of times. His father had drilled into his head that he shouldn’t practice until he got it right, he should practice until he couldn’t get it wrong. All of the time in the forest that he spent shooting the bow had also given him a light tan to cover his ghostly pale skin. And he still manages to bring back food to sell so that he can keep the family tradition going.
He has a steady hand, which is noticeable when he works. He loves to walk around the District, learning the ins and outs of the buildings. You can usually see him in a dark, mottled old cloak with seemingly random splashes of green, dark green and black on there, passed down from his grandfather. He is hard to keep track of since he practically ghosts between buildings, so that one second he’s there and the next, he’s not. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of old jeans and a stained t-shirt. Both of these were hand-me-downs since he didn’t want his parents spending too much money on him. He never walks with an attitude, only with an air of secrecy, his head down and his hood up. If you ever got a look into his eyes, you would be startled to find that they not only have signs of a soul in them but that they are a bright vivid blue. His jet black hair is usually covered and the rest of his face is hidden in shadow, covering the scars on his cheek.
Personality: He is a very friendly and social person at home. Outside the house, though, everyone who meets him thinks that he is an outcast. He rarely talks to others outside a small ring of friends that he has and when he does, it is in a low, barely audible voice. He is easy going and very tolerant, though when pushed too far, he will fly into a rage. The anger makes him hard to work with. It also makes it much more difficult for him to get to any set goal. He normally doesn’t worry because it takes a lot to make him angry, like the loss of something valuable or a friend.
He is a very intimidating person even though he has to look up to talk to most of the people that he meets. He trusts few people, believing that someone will leak his activities to the peacekeepers. This activity would extend so that he cannot trust people without having known them for a while or having been saved by them. In the Hunger Games, this may or may not ruin him depending on whether they betray him. He may end up dead of a knife in his back but more likely not.
He has a deep-seated fear of fire. If he sees fire or even a puff of smoke, he will start running in the opposite direction. Nothing will stop him from getting away and once, he threw a child behind him to get away. This fear arose from his childhood when his father was killed in a massive fire that scarred part of his face. His childhood was plagued by assorted nightmares and disasters. He doesn’t have an addled mind though his fear can be exploited during the Hunger Games. If they know, that is.
History: (Note: Told in the First-Person; View of a Thirteen-Year Old): Oh the choices. Let’s see where to start. I was born in District 8 to a young mother, age 18. She was amazing, fun to hang around with and smart. My brother was funny as well. He learned to walk and talk a lot earlier than I did, although, he was born first. I loved to be around him but one day he left. It wasn’t until years later that I realized that he left my family to help them. No one ever figured out where he left to though.
Every Tuesday through Thursday, I have to go to school. After all, every child needs his daily dose of brainwash. I never listened to any of the rubbish that they fed me so I was almost killed many times because of dissent. My parents nearly disowned me three times because I was on the verge of being taken away for treason. I had a good life, nice eating and good parents to take care of me. The only thing I disliked was the Capitol. I knew that they wouldn’t give us our freedom no matter what. I never left the house as a child to keep myself safe and to learn from my parents.
My father was killed in an accident when I was 10, burned to death in a fire. He taught me to be tough, to never give up, and to always find a way. I’ve kept that attitude throughout my life though it’s not really appreciated by my mom. She would always tell me to go clean something up or to go outside so that I wouldn’t dampen the mood in the house. I willingly go along with it and today I still keep up with that tradition. My dad originally taught me to hunt. I only hunted, though, to keep my family alive. I work by myself to pay for my own meals. I don’t live separate from my parents though so I enjoy it. For now…
Codeword:
Codeword: Odair
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