Khan Devlin District 4

Tussled deviant was far from invisible, exercised from childhood due to the physical fitness demanded of him through the tyranny of hard-work and determination had forced him to be forged into a District 4 Career. Though not particularly stocky or intimidating in width, raven haired lad was not particularly weak. Through endless labour, either commanded of him due to the work within the sea and timeless hours spent fishing under his father’s demeaning scrutiny or forced upon him at a young age to develop the stamina and experience needed in combat, boy had become a lean mass of exercised muscle and controlled stealth. Although lad would most likely lose in a hand-to-hand scuffle there was no doubt he’d be hard to catch and the moment enough distance could be wedged between an attacker and himself the accuracy of his arm and the striking severity of his throw would surly plunge a fatal blow from spear, stick, trident or dagger into a meat-headed pursuer. Standing at 6 foot boy was neither nimble nor lanky, his limbs finding proportion to his figure and muscle tone, however blemishes were obvious as scarred tissue was hidden from shoulder to back’s base, several lashes from merciless blows had surly shaken skin from bone in a moment of agony on several occasions. Due to the conditions of working within the heat, lad was fairly bronzed, the golden glow to his skin marked from head to toe, the only lighter section being where shorts rested on athletic limbs.


The scarring which had been etched upon both chest and back did not however reach to taint charmed features, at a young age it had been determined that boy would not by absent of looks, such a debonair quality to a handsome face was not to be touched by cunning trainer, or more well known as obsessed father. Cheeks were finely defined and inherited from the face of his beloved-mother; the striking definition of his jaw was not. Most well known to be taken from his mother’s generosity were the depths of his enveloping eyes, their ability to captivate and consume those that peered within them was not a trait ignored by the young man and was usually a tool intertwined within his own seductive ploy. The shape of his distinguishing and unforgettably cheeky expression was framed by the short style of slightly dishevelled raven strands, their subtly stroked setting purposely proposed a messy look to add to the overall initial charm of his general persona.

Khan’s personality has been warped from his childhood, the ever-changing attitude which infects his being seemingly injected from the chaotic life that has seemed to be tainted with a curse of annual troubles. With an overly-stimulated father whom has dedicated his life to training his children after the fortune of his father before-him had aided in his own personal inheritance and earlier grooming, Khan has found it difficult to express himself. His social skills are wounded and more-so after the incident with his sister and beloved his ability to show empathy towards others has been severely damaged, the overall conclusion of the incident has left his charm to be rather sly, the attitude in which he approaches women is purposely seductive and although his allegiance still lingers with the girl he lost to his sister’s madness the bitterness now felt drives him to use a woman’s weakness as their fatal flaw. Although Khan too has his own flaws due to the fact he seems to have an inability to trust, he’d sooner make an alliance and slaughter them murderously as they lay sleeping beneath his watch then risk placing his life in the hands of an unbeknown opponent, in which he views almost everyone in existence.


Khan is genuinely anti-social when not exploring his ability to seduce and lure, his only sincere conversations are held between himself and his sister as up to now there is no one other than that who he considers trustworthy. That relationship too however if flawed, due to his sisters impulsive actions and erratic almost feral manner which equated in the death of Khan’s only true, genuine female interest there is a severe gorge now driven between them and although Khan tends not to consider it or contemplate it too deeply he often finds himself imagining what it would be like to seek revenge on his own-flesh and blood and often dreams that both of their names would be drawn in the reaping. Perhaps the sick-satisfaction and somewhat sociopathic nature can be blamed on the messages relayed to him as a child, the consistent demands to be unforgiving, ruthless and violent, some of which he internally resents himself. Khan is damaged, though he would never unveil it or exploit it; the emotions in which he is forced to bottle-up leave him subjectable to manipulation. He does however manage to hide beneath the cleverly constructed masquerade of a smooth talking silver tongued predator with the accuracy of a serpent and a mind so intoxicated by years of poison that it is more that capable of turning a blind-eye to remorse and seeking relief in murder.

Childhood was not necessarily easy for the wealthy, wild-eyed boy born to a well-off mother and father alongside his fraternal twin sister. From their infancy a mutual agreement was forged between mother and father that their children would be raised like wheat for harvest, they’d be tended to, cared for and given the needed additions to secure a strong, healthy growth before being offered when ripe to reap. It was never revealed what had driven the couple to pursue such dangerous endeavours for their children, it was rumoured that it was in relation to a family feud undisbursed and rarely mentioned, it was even rumoured that the children had only been born for the very purpose of being offered as sheep to the slaughter. Infancy was perhaps the only stage in Khan’s life in which he’d experience mental piece and inner-tranquillity, the few years in which his mind would not be toyed with and his brain would not be churned and morphed into what others intended it to be. District 4 provided the perfect location for the operation to begin and under his father’s declaration and eager characteristics it was proclaimed that both children would begin to at least learn techniques when their fourth birthdays arrived.

The toddler years soon bypassed the siblings and before they were aware of it the cruelty of the world was soon heavy upon their shoulders, burdening them both with a weight their parents demanded be thrust upon them again and again. Even their chores were part of their scheduled routine, Khan would often be told he could not return home unless a certain amount of fish were caught, this would be decided on the day in comparison to the weather and seasons… sometimes the goal was purposely set to an unreachable level to ensure boy would be offered to the elements and body would become accustomed to the bitter bite of winter’s jaws or the daunting suffocations that the summer sun beat upon the body. Unknown to the lad this was all a part of the bigger picture, the stick in which he used to spear the fish in which he had to wait patiently for hours upon hours for would later in life be exchanged for the spear or a finely carved dagger and the endurance in which he gained through swimming would be a later addition to his cardio and overall fitness. It was only when the duo reached the age of 9 that they began being pitched against each-other, urged to wrestle or to chase, some days one would be sent off to hide amongst the thickets and reeds and remain hidden while the other would be given a tracker’s duty. These hours were long and labouring, the capacity of a child’s brain is not meant to be able to concentrate on one particular thing for that amount of time, but Khan’s father was well aware of this and in the moments of distractions and trivial pursuits there would be a compensating punishment. As a child such punishments were not physical, instead they were mentally straining, the poison of them ensured that mind would be constructed in the manner of a soldier, a well-oiled machine. But as age brought durability and nonchalance the punishments became more akin to those of a peacemaker, perhaps a lash to the back or a whip to the chest or several hours of tying and untying the fabrics which created the spine of a net.

Seasons were often judged on the weather as other than that they seemed so similar, the days seemed to blur into one consistent mess maintained by an endless array of repetitive and reoccurring hours. Thought something peculiar happened in Khan’s 12th summer, his education had not been neglected and Khan, like other children, had been part of the compulsory necessity to be involved in schooling. He’d been well acquainted with his classmates and even besides the fact he did not consider himself in possession of enough time to truly interact with them he had been well-known for his sporting achievements. It was while taking part in one of these events that Khan first found his unfathomable infatuation with Annalise. She was a lethal, her reflexes unchallenged and her beauty out of reach for all those she seemed to surround herself with. Her face so perfectly pale it appeared as if the first sheet of winter’s snow had been taken afresh from the earth and rested upon her, there was a glow upon her cheeks so red it wept the same colour as spilt blood and her smile was beyond memorable, the way it probed the faintest indents into her dimpled cheeks and set a fire blazing beneath the thick waves of her dark lashes could cause your breath to still and your heart to take flight from beneath its cage and escape to perhaps the capitol and all the way back. Although Adrianna, Khan’s sister did not approve of the gesture, Khan was only too keen to invite his first ‘crush’ back to train with him. The blonde maiden was far faster, her footfalls untraceable, the sound of her breathing quieter than the beat of a bird’s wing or the hum of the wind in the distant canyons. Even upon the water she moved as air, the leaves did not dare break beneath her feet and a single stick would find it appalling to snap beneath her toes, Khan found himself idolising the deadly damsel much to the distaste of his sister. After the initial first weeks Khan and Anna became inseparable, his strategies and abilities began to mirror those of his opponent as they continued to learn from each-other, taking the other’s weakness and making it armour, forging it from the ashes of a known wreckage to become a strength and a form of protection.

The years progressed and Khan’s 15th summer arrived in what seemed like a heart-beat. The crush he had, had on his comrade had developed further, the feelings felt towards her had never dwindled and the emotional blindness it caused him were obvious. It had become impossible to want to hurt her, his sparring partner in which violence had once come so easily was now fading, his heartlessness and earlier years were slowly being drained by a need to protect the one he considered important rather than fight to injure or hurt her. Although Khan might have gone oblivious to his slip into oblivion, the watchful Adrianna had not. She had silently assessed and analysed each moment they spent together, quietly considering the possibilities of deceit, the error it could cause if they were both perhaps put into the arena together, the fact in which she only now doubted her brother’s ability to slay the girl in which he’d become so attached that his upbringing, some might even say programming, was beginning to be replaced by an emotional connection in which he had never had with another human being. This weakness was not acceptable, not only could it be fatal but it sincerely sickened her and after secretive deliberations with her father it was agreed that the object of Khan’s fascination should be disposed of. Annalise being a girl with no extended family and only a frail mother forced to provide for herself by creating the fishermen’s nets would not be sorely missed and with their father’s wealth the incident could be covered up without much trouble. It was a normal evening and Khan had eagerly met Anna for the spar in which they had upon the rugged white sands of the beach, its absorbing, rough texture and weighted clutch a needed asset to sharpening their abilities. Though it equated in how each session now seemed to end, with Anna settled atop Khan’s torso embraced in a passionate kiss. This time was not like the others, Adrianna whom had been lurking within the reeds deciphering her plan finally lunged into action, the launch of her figure upon the unsuspecting duo left little struggle as an equally well trained-Devlin was easily able to secure Annalise by the throat with her limbs coiled around the girl’s waist and a hand tight upon her hair, jerking her head backwards made sure that it was clear to all members of the party that there was a dagger pressed to a very vulnerable jugular. With a sneering smile and a madness Khan had failed to notice in his sister’s stare he was forced to listen to her sickly-sweet explanation of how it would better him, of how it was for the greater-good, that this distraction would be his downfall and ultimately lead to his death. Then of course the finale, the first death he truly witnessed and in all the years he’d spent preparing he could not have been ready for the ache which tore through his chest and the burn which devoured his heart until it was left as rubble, dully wedged within a painfully still torso.



Khan’s instinct was to retaliate, to seek a vengeance which smothered his composure and shattered his mind until the fragments bounced aimlessly within his skull with no hope of repair. The assault was short-lived however as the feeling of his father’s hand, crisp and tight within the bitter chill of the evening air, tightened around his throat, prying him free from his sister’s subdued form and afar from the limp, lifeless corpse sprawled across the beach. The explanation given to him was not enough to numb the sensations of hate, the ability to reach for remorse had been torn from him and unlike others which may have perhaps gone into mourning and refused to convert back to normality, Khan did the complete opposite and instantly returned to the schedule he’d previous had with his sister, a routine in which he now purposely sought moments of relief through witnessing another’s pain, such a sight bringing gratification which self-pity could not provide. A void however had been created and Khan found himself gravitating towards the women who were already enticed by the capabilities of his conniving charm, somewhat searching for an impossible replacement and instead tossing hearts aside like waste he began to seek only self-satisfaction and momentary glimpses of escape and forgetfulness that soon reoccurred under the realisation that his lips were not upon those of Annalise. Due to intelligence, Khan ensured that the damage done by the ‘unexplainable’ disappearance of Annalise was not evident by continuing his lightly promiscuous attitude and flaunting an indifferent nature to all obstacles presented to him. Besides there was the constant factor of hiding all ulterior thoughts from estranged sibling, her pride in the act seemed forever smeared upon her satisfied lips and her subtle suggestions that they could have shared the task. Such malevolence could not be blamed on her though and even though he wished it he could not find the ability to blame it on his father, some ingrained loyalty refused to destroy the ties bound like iron to blood through a brainwashing childhood and instead Khan would blame the rest of humanity and desired to showcase such intentions when the 18th reaping of his existence was to occur.