Name: Justice Fray Age: 15 17 Gender: Male District/Area: District 1 Appearance: [/blockquote]History:
BITCH PLEASE - I AM JUSTICE FRAY AND I AM TOO DAMN GOOD-LOOKING FOR YOU.
Codeword: odair Comments/Other:
And basically YAY with a dash of FUCKYEAH mixed in. -Obsessed with looking his best at all times. Extremely confident in everything he does. Pretty good leader for someone his age. Defiant. (Except not to his parents because they would kill him.) Actually a pretty good career, but also extremely boastful. Thinks of school as a social place more than one meant to learn things.-
There's nothing I want but money and time Million dollar bills and a tick tick tick tick There's nothing more cruel Than only nine lives A limit in spite will do the trick trick trick trick
Please, no flash photography ~
Look at me. I mean, there is just no way that I am anything but the devil with these looks. No human can maintain this level of perfection, or at least that I have seen. Oh wait - sure I have.Me! Sure, my siblings may think they have it because we all share the same blood or whatever, but let's be honest here ... Only I have achieved perfection. Hell I even beat Kellan out for the "Devilishly Handsome" award. He may have the blonde hair and emerald green eyes, but I have the rich, dark chocolate locks and stunning ice blue eyes that just capture every girls attention. All I have to do is give one of my drop-dead, sparkling white teeth smiles and I've got girls fainting and there boyfriends wishing they were me.
See now you might ask, "Gosh, Justice, how can I be like you, look like you?" and I am here right now to give you the answer. You just can't. I'm sorry but all of this is just something I was blessed with. It just can't be replicated. The way my hair swishes perfectly across my forehead without any work (Alright so that's a lie, I spend hours in front of the mirror somedays, styling it up or brushing my hands through it, but still - perfection. always comes out of it.) and the way I can manage that perfect half smirk smile that so many try to achieve, it's just this natural talent I have had from birth. It seems that even as a boy I knew how make myself look just right.
Pull-ups every morning on the doorframe, curling barbells in my room, crunches and endless ab workouts, doing push-ups when I feel like I haven't done enough, and of course Career training, are only just a few of the things it takes to be able to maintain the vessel that is my body. You see, most people don't realize it, but your body is a temple. You should worship it. Don't shove your face full of nasty junk food that sometimes manages not to make it to the Capitol. Don't sit around all day and let yourself get fat and smelly. Don't smoke random shit that the dealers in the street push at you. I don't even like to drink all that often for fear that I will turn into one of the slobs in the streets. Perfectly toned muscles, broad shoulders, and a six pack that could literally kill someone just by looking at it, are really my only option. I'd probably kill myself before I let my body go like so many of District One's citizens have.
I certainly dress better too. Lots of people around the District can dress nice, sure, but me? I am a god damn professional. A lot of it comes from having the money to dress in nice suits and ties, but I could definitely make rags look good if I wanted to. But you couldn't catch me outside of my own bedroom in anything less than the finest District One (and possibly even all of Panem) has to offer. But that's part of the job description really. Being Justice "DropDeadGorgeous" Fray comes with a long list of people to impress - not that I don't love a good challenge.
Yeah, I'm awesome. I know ~
But I'm not all just about the way I look. Sure, I care a lot about it and sure I spend a lot of time admiring my reflection and making myself look perfect, but I'm not all about hair and make-up. (Seriously! I'm not!) I've got more substance than that y'know? I mean, sure, I'm the pretty boy, but I'm also a mean Career. And not just any old big family name walking around calling himself a Career just because tehir family name gives them the right to. No. You see, I am Justice Fray. Fray! I don't give a damn about those other big ticket names - Lightwood, Dempsey, Shore, Hayes, Grimm, Rex, Devereaux, Moreno - hell I don't care if you somehow managed to snag the name Ross or Myler, I am a Fray and we are certainly the best. We just have the best blood pumping through our veins, you see? We are the strongest, smartest, (by far the sexiest if only because of me) and best - no matter what anyone else says.
I am the best Career in the district. Actually, I take that back. I am the best Career in all of Panem. And yes, I very much look forawrd to the day my name is called on Reaping Day. Now you may wonder about my siblings and their special skills and I will tell you that their skills do not even come close in comparison to mine. (I'd just keep your mouth shut about how many times you've watched me get beaten by my older brothers - and even sisters - alright?) I've trained long and hard to get to where I am, and hell, I'm not afraid who the hell knows it. In fact, I think everyone should know about me. And if you don't, I would certainly be happy to enlighten you. Especially if you are showing me some cleavage and wearing a mini-skirt.But let's get real here. Who the hell doesn't already know the story of Jusitce Fray - the story of how pure perfection, the best of the best, was bred into the world? I'm sure I've told it a thousand times throughout school and at parties.
That's another thing. School. Who needs that anyway? For a guy like me who already knows everything that is important (like what brand of hair gel is the best and how to swing a sword) school is just a darned waste of time. Well, not completely I guess, considering lots of pretty girls go to school and it's funny as hell to piss all the teachers off, but to learn? Like I said, I already know the important stuff, I don't need some petty, washed up adults telling me anything. I don't need anyone telling me anything. Not what to do, not who to be, not what to say ... well I mean, unless mom or dad tells me too. And don't you dare call me a momma's boy or some sort of sissy either. So what, I listen to my parents, I like to make them proud. There is nothing - and I mean absolutely nothing - wrong with that. So I swear if I hear you say a word about it I will knock your teeth in. Because the last thing I am is compliant. Rules? Never heard of them. Authority? Fairly certain the only one authorized to run my mind and body is me. And sometimes my parents.
Perfect? Why, yes I am baby girl, thank you for noticing.
But you see, I don't care about you. Trust me, I'm being nice right now by not trying to sugar coat it. Usually I give everyone the privilege of thinking that I care and then smashing their hopes and dreams of getting to know the fabulousness that is me, so I would consider yourself lucky, knowing what you are getting right from the get go. I'm sorry, but if you don't wear the family name "Fray" there is no way that you are worth my time and actual attention. Sure we can have a drink, talk for awhile (but not too long), and of course, if you happen to be sexy enough for me, you can even have a little taste of the one and only Justice Fray himself. But like I said, if you don't have my name, I don't give and actual damn. I may give a fake damn, just for appearances, but and actual damn about you? Or anyone for that matter? No, I don't think so.
And I know it isn't your fault. But that's just the way this world spins. Sorry about that.
You should write this down ~
Yeah I think starting right from the beginning will do. You really don't want to miss the story. Especially considering historians really should be writing all of this down - the life of Justice Fray will become legend. But, right, right, from the beginning. Once upon a lovely little day in Panem, Ripred decided he would touch one lucky family, and one very already awesome child, and give them the gift of perfection. You see, my parents had been trying for years for this. Just look at my house! A whole flock of kids who just don't quite meet my level of extreme beauty and talent. Of course we are all Frays so we all have the step up on the competition, but me? I gave them everything they could have wanted as parents. They did stop having kids after me, and that's because they just knew as soon as they saw me that there was no way to get better. The whole adopting Pillar thing was just a fluke, (and Sophie? Uh, probably an accident.) just something to prove that anyone could be a Fray - or something like that. But not just anyone can waltz into our house and become a Fray. And at that, certainly not her. But don't you dare utter a word of that to my parents. I'm supposed to accept her as one of us. But, uh, no. She isn't a Fray and therefore she doesn't deserve any of my false attention.
You have to admit though, having so many children was a perfect way to flaunt all the money they had to the rest of the District. I was born into so much money that I've never had to worry about anything. Some families around here are dirt poor, but we Frays ... we have always been allowed to swim in money. And I guess that's just a common characteristic of all the Career families here in District One so there really is no need for me to point it out, seeing as only the best have money and we are clearly the best. I remember punching some kid at school once because he decided it would be fun to say something against my family. Yeah he had fun. Broken nose and all. There certinaly aren't many things or people you can get me to care much about, but my family and the name that we all share is one of them that I will defend. Always.
I suppose that's why we were all rasied the way we were. People try to throw slander at us and we are trained to make sure that with one swift move we can cave their face in. I've been training since I could walk. My brothers and sisters all have too. I've learned not only from my parents, but from Kel and Labby and the twins and really everyone in my family, too. We're special that way I guess. A family that trains together ... trains together? Sorry, I don't have anything inspirational there for you. But the truth is, we are all just competing against one another for glory. It's not all tea and crumpets and "oh jolly, jolly good" around the house. From a young age I can remember wanting nothing more than to impress and please mom and dad more than all my siblings. My life has really just been one big battle royale with all of us kids scrambling to be in our parent's spotlight. Perfect manners, training all day long, getting good grades - all steps that each of take on a daily basis in order to be the best. I'm already the best though so I don't really need to try. Doesn't mean I don't have to prove it to all the other families in the District that think they are better.
Problem is, no matter how badly I would just love to punch every ugly Shore or Moreno in the face, I'm forced to resist. My parents say I need to respect the other rich families. Now, my respect shoudl be earned really, but because my parents have taught me from the very beginning which families had the money and mattered and basically taught me history and background on every big ticket name in District One, I figure I owe them some respect by listening to their wishes to, well, "Play nice." with all the other families that swim in their pools of money too. It's all part of their plan I think, to have each of us get married to even more money. And yeah, sure, I'll do that - just as long as my future wife understands that I can't be tied down to just one woman. But I'm not even thinking about that now. I've got a few years before I have to worry about which rich family has the sexiest girls walking around. Gotta be Dempseys, right?
Mostly I've been raised to proud and boastful. You can call me cocky, but I'll just tell you there is a difference between cockiness and confidence. I know who my family is and I am confident that I cam the best. It's just what I was taught from the very beginning. We are all confident. We each give 110% all day, every day, no excuses, no exceptions. And it's all so that when you hear the name, "Fray." you know that the only viable option is to shield yourself. Whether it's from my blinding beauty or our combined fierceness, you decide.
There's nothing as fun as coming untied And running with the kids in the park park park park There's nothing that hurt like letting you go It's like a bird's eyes in the dark dark dark dark