Crevan - District 3 [FINISHED]

I stand boldly at the 5'11 height I always stood since I hit my major growth spurt. My dirty blonde hair always looks a bit messy, yet good at the same time. It is a bit darker however, you can rarely tell its blonde sometimes. Especially in winter-time. The green-gray eyes of mine always give a look that shows a sign of mischief.

My body is fit, skinny, yet muscular. I am a tall tower full of power and knowledge. I wear casual clothes such as V-necks, jeans, and the popular things these days. I sometimes wear a scarf, especially in the winter. It is a special black scarf that matches my hair in the coldest of seasons, a gift from my beloved Autumn. Hand knitted herself.

I'm like a bee, hunting for the honey. Always looking for what I desire and need. I can manipulate the most skeptical people, I can be a master of your mind, I can do unspeakable things that you have never heard of before. The mind is a very powerful thing, isn't it?

My mind constantly calls for an act of mischief. Not a care in the world is given to me. I can do whatever I want, how I want, whenever I want. I'm kind of a rebellious type, but I certainly don't wear goth clothes and ride a old motorcycle. I live for the thrill of life itself, risks is what makes it so exciting. Nothing can stop my raging curiosity that rings in my head and heart. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I love to pull pranks, I admit. I remember once I made my science teacher trip and fall into a pile of poison ivy, a rare plant to find in District 3. I also like to make people hate each other, I don't know why. It is such great entertainment. My manipulative abilities can easily do that.

*Switching to 3rd person view for History*

The beginning of Crevan Elese began in a small house near the border of District 3. His mother absolutely loved Crevan to death. Crevan was the happy, peaceful boy you would see everyday. He loved life and would ignore the fact that they lived in a polluted area. All of that changed when he was 12 years old... When he was 12, him and his little sister (Autumn) were playing around the pipelines of the district factories. They were playing catch-the-ball back and forth. They threw it across the steep sewer pipelines, a giant crack. One day it was raining, but they remained to play it. Their parents were inside the factory nearby, working when this happened. Crevan threw the ball to Autumn, and she reached for it. But she slipped into the sewer between them.
Crack.
Splat.
Crevan walked down the ladder into the sewers and reached where Autumn was, she was lying there. Dead. Her entire body was collapsed from the fall.

After he told this incident to his parents, and had the funeral for Autumn, something else happened. The loss of his precious sister caused him to loose it. Literally loose it. Ever since then, he has been partly insane. He lost the meaning of life, and has taken it for granted now. He doesn't care if anyone dies, even his own mother who loved him. He doesn't care about anything anymore, all because of his sister's gruesome death. It had a terrible impact on him.

After that said and done, his parents began to feel sorry for him. They knew the terrible feeling he felt, that caused him to act like this. For the rest of his life, he would act like a insane maniac. He has even killed small animals to release his feelings. He even cussed at his parents once or twice, making his beloved mother cry too. He just does not care at all anymore.

Crevan's grades dropped in school after that incident also. His teacher has called for numerous parent-teacher conferences with Crevan's parents, but the parents refuse, because they know the grim reason. Crevan even sometimes tries to pick fights at school, everyone stays away from him. A few people talk with him every now and then, but they all know he is insane. A boy even said "Sorry what happened to your sister" and Crevan punched him multiple times. It just got out of hand.

Crevan does not work anywhere, instead he just signs up for tesserae for the fun of it. He doesn't care if his name gets reaped, he just does it to keep his thrill up, while helping his parents at the same time; but he doesn't understand that completely. His father retired from the factories after he was diagnosed with a sick illness, his mother is the only hope of money for the entire family.

There will never be the /old/ Crevan again probably.