Havlocke Soll D4 {Done}

Havelock's dark hair and brown eyes are a complete mismatch. His hair has never been friends with a comb, much less met one, so it looks all matted and messy but it fits him, really. His eyes, so dark brown, give an impression of a vortex that's so dim you wouldn't want to look, but it is also the only way to see through his heart. His tan skin, like all the others, are all that determine him that he's truly from District Four. His lips are thin and pale pink. His jaw, square and set, makes him look more matured than how he really is.

Standing 5 foot 4, he is tall for a guy his age. He weighs 52kg, and has a sculpted body due to swimming and training everyday. But, of course, a lot of guys in D4 have perfectly sculpted body so he's not really the 'all-eyes-on-me-when-I-walk-in' kind of guy in his district. He's often ignored because there are much, much more unique guys in District four, and he'd like to keep it that way.

He loves wearing torn jeans, plain shirts, and slippers [or he just walks barefoot]. He has no sense of style whatsoever and he doesn't care what he wears. He has a lot of scars. The biggest one he has is the one on his right arm, running from his wrist to curve of his shoulder. All of his other wounds are not more than a hands width long.

He likes keeping things for himself. He's quiet and doesn't talk much. He likes observing (whether people or things or animals, it's up to him). He doesn't have much friends, but he finds entertainment in drawing. From the smallest things to the tallest structures he's ever seen, Havie's drawings have never been ordinary or normal. He always draws pictures with maximum detail.

Flashbacks. They've always been in his dreams. He's never had pleasant dreams since the age of 5. That's why he's always been quiet. That's why he doesn't talk much. No one's ever seen him mad, or sad, or even happy. His straight face has never betrayed him. Aside from his blank eyes and his straight expression, nothing more can be seen from him. His movements are mere actions. They're nothing but plain movements that could barely pass as gestures with any, even a bit, of emotion.

Most people do not know of Havie's good side. In fact, no one really knows. His parents, who both work both day and night, do not have time to bond with him, their only son. Havie's smile is just as bright as anyone else's smile, the timbre of his laugh sounds just the same as the other guys' at school and the way he emanates his happiness is just as joyful as anyone else's 'happy aura'. What differs him from other people is how he behaves when joyful. When he's happy, his whole face lights up. He, somehow, transforms from a person who's 'got-the-world-on-his-shoulders' to a person who 'never-ceases-to-see-sunshine'. He smiles a lot more often, like how people are when they're happy, and he cracks some of his scarcely used jokes often hidden somewhere on the back of his brain. You'd never expect to see such a gloomy boy look so bright, you'd never expect to see him smile but, what anyone wouldn't expect to see on his face is, one of the most genuine gestures you'd never expect him to have, a brilliant smile.

His parents work day and night. It has always been that way ever since he was old enough to go to school. He's never really got the chance to spend time with them. Bond with them or even get to know them a lot better than just seeing their faces and recognizing them as 'virtual parents', except when he was five. Ever since he went to school, at the age of seven, he's never had the chance to talk to them properly.

He's had a traumatizing experience when he was young. His little sister had an accident on the boat he and his family were riding home from a family vacation. He remembers that day so vividly, as if it were only yesterday and he keeps on recalling it every second of his spare time.

Standing at the edge of the boat's deck, Havie was leaning at the railing, observing the water for any sign of life. The boat deck has a wide area, it consumes one-third of the boat's total space. All the cabins and cargoes are at the other two-thirds. After a few minutes, he heard his mother call him. It was lunch time. He turned towards the direction of his mother's voice but the sun's light blinded him. He didn't notice the metal pipe that would hit his head once he steps his other foot. Luckily, the boat jerked side wards and he lost his balance. He was not hurt and he just happened to land on the floor with both his hands on his head for protection. When he stood up, his head throbbed like crazy but, he decided to ignore his aching head for a moment and try to make his way back to his mother. The boat lurched once more, more forceful that before. Just then, his little sister went out to call him and tripped when the boat jerked forward. Havie tried to push her, to keep her head from hitting the railing, as she fell but his arms were too short to reach her. The little girl's head hit the metal railing and lost consciousness. Havie called his parents immediately, disturbing them from a wholesome chitchat with the captain of the ship. His parents, clearly annoyed, were shocked to see their little girl lying unconscious on the boat deck's floor. They blamed Havie for not protecting her and for not going to the dining hall sooner, thus keeping the accident from happening. Havie's little sister was brought to the hospital as soon as they boarded off the nearest island and was diagnosed with short term amnesia. After a few weeks, the family returned home without havie's sister. The little girl died of brain hemorrhage for the impact of her injury was too strong for her little body to cope with. Since then, Havie's parents worked as many hours of work as possible to avoid seeing him and to avoid blaming the poor little guy that it was all his fault.

Until now, the memory haunts him and he has never smiled since. He's afraid of boats now so whenever his training requires that he'd go out to sea, he would decline riding a boat to go diving and would find a nice deep spot good for diving near cliffs and would jump off them the cliffs, as diving boards, instead of using the boats to row farther into sea for deeper water and wider spaces.

For him, being in the games would be a blessing. Instead of suffering every day at school and at home while living, he'd rather die in the arena and see trees and flowers and all that stuff as he sinks into the deep blue sea of death. Being killed by a kid who'd possibly be close to his age wouldn't matter because it happens in the games, no one would even realize that he would let his fellow tribute kill him. He'd be dead and it would be 'bye bye pain' for him and 'bye bye child killer' for his parents. They've always favored that little sis of him. She was so petty and sweet it makes his goose bumps appear. But enough of her it's his time to die. He has no other wish than to die, wether in the games or by any accidents he doesn't care. As long as his pitiful existence in this world would fade and disappear.