Rem Akleps, District 7

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{Seventeen, Male, District Seven}

Rem is five foot eleven inches. Just short of six feet. He has black/brown hair (depending on the light) that somehow always manages to stay neat. His eyes are different colour. His left eye is an olive-y green colour, while his right is green but blue at the same time.
He’s not too skinny, but not fat either, and just enough muscle to do what he needs. He’s fairly pale. His arms are covered in hair, although much is so fair that it can’t be noticed unless one focuses on it.

Rem is often angry. Without his anger, he isn’t Rem. Being Rem meant being angry: simple as that. He is guarded, and cautious of strangers. Yet, when his outer shell is breached, and the Rem inside is reached, he is a kindly and emotional soul.

Rem is overly protective of his family, yet feels a certain jealousy and at some points even despises them for not having to deal with the stress he does and living easy lives compared to what he deals with.
Rem is depressed. Although it doesn’t show as him being sad, he’s always irritable, and beats himself up a lot. He can’t help but feel down, yet act up.

It’s Rem who is the man of his family, who was stressed out constantly. While his mother is looking after his five younger siblings, Rem is out at work, as a butcher. It’s the perfect job for him. He goes out back, slaughters the pigs, brings forth the flesh and sells it. It not only is the perfect was for him to execute his anger, but the high demand for meat means he’s always able to provide for his family, as well as feed them with the animals he butchers.

His brothers and sisters and mother and father all eat from food he brings and the money he makes. His siblings and mother, while he despises them for freeloading, he understands, and in the end doesn’t mind, because he loves them. Yet his father, that cruel, useless father of his, that’s who, Rem can’t stand eating from the fruits of his labour. His father, who abuses each member of Rem’s family, who goes out and spends half of the profits Rem makes on alcohol.

His father, who has caused so much pain to Rem, that every time he remembers the injuries inflicted upon him by his father in his drunken rages, he feels the pain as if it were fresh, and can feel his scars burn, despite the fact that they have long since healed over. It’s his father, whom Rem thinks of each time he slams the cleaver down onto the squealing neck of the pig as he slaughters it, and his father each time he rhythmically chops up the pig’s body. And it’s the trauma he will lay upon his siblings and mother, which prevents him from ever acting upon his fantasy.

Rem knows that he can never be happy. Not with all the pain in his life, all the stress and responsibility. So he wishes, almost selfishly, that when the Hunger Games come around again, he gets reaped as tribute. And oh, how he prays. He feels that death is the only escape, from this prison that is life. He knows that after the tributes get selected, he won’t have another shot at becoming tribute. He must become tribute. Then he could die a hero’s death, and at least his siblings would view him with respect after death.

They wouldn’t think of him as the coward who killed himself when they needed him the most, rather he would be remembered as the martyr who died bravely. Who died without choice. Who would be missed. Who would be better than his father.

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