Peter D'Amethyst District 2 FINISHED

Peter D'Amethyst is a relatively pale boy, an ironic trait considering the amazing weather of district two, even toddlers hold a deeper tan than his ghostly colour. His skin hides beneath a mess of jet black hair, reaching across his eyes, concealing them from the outside world like a tinted visor perfectly matched to wrap round his face to the point where some mistake him for a girl.

Peter is taller then most boys his age, a height of 6 foot often allowing him to feel higher up than most, literally. However, this height advantage of his is let down by his meager 124 pounds in comparison to the average of his fellow classmates. This distinct drop in weight has given him a rather stick-like figure, making several underestimate him, assuming a lack of speed that, in actual fact, is very much a talent of Peter's.

His addictions over the years have become noticable, marks upon his face showing from agonising days of trying to abandon such pathetic habits of his. Bags under his eyes appear to sink into his skull the more one is to look at them and his cheeks, while not entirely sunken, appear to have disappeared.

His eyes are of a pale blue shade, the lack of sunlight giving them such a faded look that some would think him blind. This, over the years, has slowly been becoming true as Peter's eyesight has slowly began to fade.

Beneath his mask of hair lays a deep marking, a reminder of how dark things can get and how dark they truely can become. This scar stretches across his forehead, making even the lightest of frowns become fuelled with the rage that no longer lay beneath the cold, dead eyes of Peter D'Amethyst.

Peter tends to be a boy of few words, his intellect never truely reflected in what he has to say, so not many know much about his personality- well, not many humans.
Peter's life rotates mostly around the animals around him. He owns a small squirrel named Wingnut that he met aged 3, back when he was a little more.. normal looking. This ownership over such a small animal has developed his caring personality into a much more parental form, often looking after his squirrel as well as other animals that tend to find themselves stuck in his parents' house or garden.

For those who notice him see his kinder side, the one side that survived the fire all those years ago in his past.He can keep up a smile if there's no one to see it.. but nonetheless he still struggles to trust anyone and this, in Peter's eyes, is seen as the safest option possible.
However, despite the kind and nicer side of him resides inside, it is rarely ever seen. This makes many tend to avoid him, not trusting him unless forced to. Even Peter's family tend to leave him to himself at the best of times, making him a very unlikely person to be allied with if he were ever burdened with the games. And chances are.. he'd never end up in the gamesc.

Peter was a normal child once upon a time. He even had a healthy look to him, back when he was a child. Then the fire came. After a dark night, combined with a bad weather storm, the family house was weakened to the point of breaking, causing a power outage. As Peter and his family placed candles around the entire house, one simply fell to the ground..

Within seconds the house was engulfed in flames as the parents ran. As they reached the cool air outside, a spark snapped inside as the roof caved in.

Hours passed by as Peter gradually crawled form the house, his forehead bleeding so profusely that he couldn't even see. So upon that day, aged 10, Peter D'Amethyst died. Ever since that day, he could have never have been the same. This is not helped by the addiction that hit him at such an early age.

Peter was found almost a day later, his body injured to breaking point and his skin charred badly. After cleaning him up, morphling was put into his bloodstream in order to save him from the pain the next few weeks would bring. One doctor, upon being misinformed, inserted more morphling then the suggestive amount and doomed Peter to his addiction. This addiction stuck with him till the age of 14, his skin having turned to what looked to be a grotesque colour and his body so thin and stick-like that you'd think he'd snap at the lightest touch. Once his grandmother had died, he managed to devote his life to caring for his grandfather instead as, since the day of the fire, Peter saw only his grandparents as family.

Today however,after two years of recovery from his addiction and gradually restoring his former self, he spends most of his time hidden away. His parents don't speak of the fire and Peter solely relies on his grandfather for any connection with his family. Well.. what little section he calls family.

i'm gonna be honest, i kinda need to brush up on this stuff again, it's been a long time since i've done this sorta stuff and i'm a little rusty.