Delvin Kings -- District One [Finished]

Name: Delvin Kings
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

Delvin Kings is a purebred from District One, and no doubt about it. With the tall stature and broad shoulders iconic to the Games winning district, he was built to be a Career from day one. From heel to head, he measures six feet even, and just over two and a half through the shoulders. Though this makes him a huge target, it also gives him a massive wingspan of almost six and a half feet. This, in turn, makes him an excellent swordsman with a long reach, and gives him some serious leverage with javelin-type weapons.

His brown hair is always cut short enough to be styled in a way that keeps it off of his face, even while sweating. His eyes are not unlike a broken sheet of ice, a cold kind of blue with running darker lines that break it up. They tend to dominate his face, the rest of which is rather stereotypically handsome, with their enrapturing and almost void quality. They do say as the eye is the window to the soul. His skin is finely tanned, and flawlessly smooth, and almost looks… artificial, in many places. Not in the sense of looking so good it has to be fake, but literally artificial and plastic. If he were a Capitolite, this wouldn’t be a problem; might almost be beneficial. But in the less extreme tastes of his district, it is seen as not only odd but disturbing.

Delvin, never one to be slow to take up the newest, best thing, is always dressed in the latest styles. His clothes are of the highest quality, design, and brand that money can buy, tailored to fit just right. He keeps a personal attachment to nothing inanimate, as a rule, and has yet to break it. So it is just by pure happenstance that his grandfather’s silver ring, a think and heavy band of metal, happens to match everything he wears, right? Of course right. He usually wears clothes that cover the majority of his body, including hoods, caps, scarves, and other such nonsense. He will not, however, under any circumstance, wear a pair of gloves.

Personality:

Delvin is generally a tolerant, if not exactly kind, person. He treats most people with a kind of condescending respect, like one would to the child of someone important. His aloofness is generally met with disdain, and sometimes even outright anger, from those who he treats so, usually women and people younger or smaller than he. A feeling of superiority is, in fact, prevalent in nearly all his social interactions, save those with his domineering father.

He is extremely proud of just about everything he is, does, or that pertains to him. He feels that anyone who doesn’t love him as much as he does is either blind or stupid, because what’s not to love? Though not completely narcissistic, as he does acknowledge that there are a few people out there who are almost as great as he, he is absolutely egocentric, as everything he does is based around making himself more likeable (in his own mind, at least) or making himself or one of the few people he feels close with happy.

Despite his attempts to appeal to the public, Delvin is hard-headed in almost all confrontations, and will most often resort to violence rather than words in an altercation. When he has chosen a position in an argument he will not back down, even if he has been proven wrong six ways from Sunday. When his words fail, as they so often do, his fists are usually their replacement, and often to the good effect of silencing whoever happened to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

Other than his pride, though, there isn’t a terrible lot to Delvin. The boy is rather like a bubble; a beautiful, swirling, multicolored outside, thinly surrounding an inside full of someone’s hot air. He fails to comprehend why most of the people he interacts with don’t like him, doesn’t get that he’s shallow to the point of being pathetic. So he simply tries to build himself up more and more, occasionally tearing someone else down in the process. While there most assuredly could be something else to him, at the moment, there isn’t.

History:

Almost thirty years ago, a seventeen year old boy by the name of Connor Kings reigned victorious over twenty three opponents, in a gloriously gory event broadcast to the entire nation of Panem. This earned him a lifestyle of celebrity, luxury and attention for the rest of his born days. Four years later, Connor took a wife by the name of Katrine, and two years after that he sired a son, named Ream. Following five years after their eldest was a daughter, Jane, and three after that was Delvin. Though the youngest, Delvin has grown to be the largest of the siblings, and most influential in the household. This, of course, has gone straight to his head.

From a very young age, he has been trained in skills pertaining to both combat and public appearance, as both are huge factors in the life of his father (who was the victor), and will be if when his son wins the games, as well. His is a practiced smiled, given with an ease that nearly belies just how false it can be. He has spent almost all of his days with a select elite among District One, that being the other Careers and the Victors. The Victors are the only people he feels any sort of admiration for, as they have achieved his goal in life: not to win the Hunger Games, but do something worthy of a lifetime of celebrity status.

The only exceptionally memorable event in Delvin’s life is also the only real traumatic one: when the boy was around five, at an annual celebration for his father’s victory in the Hunger Games, he suffered a phobia-inducing misfortune. While most of the adults and older children were eating, Delvin had wandered too close to a fire pit that happened to be in use. Being scared by something, he has never been quite sure what, he fell into the flames, and suffered massive burns, that very, very nearly killed him. He had not enough skin left to be grafted to the burned areas, so a new technique from a popular and influential plastic surgeon was implemented: completely new, artificial skin. The skin would never grow with his body, to be sure, but by the time that became a problem his skin would already be able to function enough to fill in the spots the plastic could not.

Perhaps it was the embarrassment of having a part of him that wasn’t really him that sparked his problem, his inability to have a proper opinion of where he would fit in the social order. Complete denial of having such a glaring imperfection in a world of people who had been physically altered left him with only one choice, at least in his mind: Take exceptional pride in everything but that. Make them know how great you are, regardless of your flaw. If you can do a well enough job, well, eventually you won’t have any flaws. Obviously, this style of thinking came to him as a child. However, because he has adhered to it so perfectly throughout his life, it makes complete and total sense to him now.

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