Maroon Cutter *District 1* ~Finished~

Name: Maroon CutterAge: 14
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:





Around 5'6, weighing around 115, he has a lean, swift body, unlike most larger from District 1. Along with pale, ivory skin, Maroon has black hair with almost tints of purple highlighting the tips. With jade green eyes, he resembles a innocent cat. And his long arms extend down to his waist, with slender fingers. A light line for his dark eyebrows, and high cheekbones arch around his small nose. His nose is acute and angular on his face. And under the sunlight his skin seems to glimmer, due to the pale of the the color, and burns when he stays there to long.

A dimmed scar can be seen that runs down his brow line to the tip of his nose. Other than the scar, his skin has no flaws in it ivory state. Even though he is small, his body is built lean and strong. And due to an accident 2 years ago, he is partially blind in his left eye.





Personality:

He is know to be quiet, never really talking to much other than his family. He sometimes grew angry, in which he never understood. He tried to be patient most of the time, but failed to do so. He was curious, in which got the best of him with the accident, but never broke away with the wonders that puzzled him.

He was kind, in some way. People never gave him a chance to show it. But he couldn't say that was compassionate. He cared little about the people that cared little for him, which was half of the luxurious population that surround him. But the other half, he would show care for.

He was clever, no doubt, he somehow could predict what was to come. He loved to ponder the possibilities of what life could offer outside in the world. He was grateful, but he wished that he didn't have to be forced into an environment that he hated. He would learn to cope, in which was his best trait. Acceptance. Somehow the people seemed to resent him, only because he wasn't like them, only because he never wore the fancy clothes that his family tries to make him wear, and failed to do so.


History:

He was born on during the grotesque 46th Hunger Games. Never did he want to be born into riches, into semi-fame. Now he had ever thing he wanted, only spoke when spoken to. He hated it. He hated the smell of gems, in which he never thought had a smell, but he was way wrong. And nothing good came out of living here. As bad he was just curious, he found something in his 12 year old mind that said, "sword!" He was wrong. It was a gem cutter that had to be removed from his left eye, and left a scar that said he hated District 1, and hated it with a burn passion.

His family was nothing special. He had a sister named, Topaz, and a brother named Diamond. Really? Did every child have to be named after a piece of rock? Or a silky fabric? He lived in a processing home, where his father smoothed stones, and sold them at high prices. Yes, both his parents are greedy. Never really caring about anything but the coins that lined there pockets.

He tuned in with the outer part of District 1, where some of the less fortunate people gathered. He loved to hear the elderly tell stories. Some of which should not be spoken of, considering it has something to do with the old rebellions that happened. And now all he does is wait, wait for freedom, there is a feeling inside of him that says that this will all go away soon enough.
Can't we all have our dreams?
And just why did he loathe the people in which he lived with, maybe because his parents cared more about diamonds than him, maybe if he shot himself with a gun, his mother would clean the stains out of the carpet before helping him.

"One day, the world will be free, I can feel it in the air, burning to get out of the Capitals chains." He never says this stuff, except on the outer limits of the district.

"Just, one day..."

(Pic is my avatar.)

Codeword: odair