Vrases Claudt D7

codeword: odair

sexuality: heterosexual

occupation: student and lumber worker

Name: Vrases claudt

Age:17

Gender: male

District: lucky 7 baby!

Face claim: lucas medeiros

Appearance:

Light brown hair sits on the top of my head, honestly lighter then I would have expected from my childhood; I guess it must have gotten lighter because of all the sun that I've been exposed too. People usually say that i'm fairly large for my age; hell, I weighed in at 230 last week in the mill we use to measure the cut logs we have to push through the saw. Standing at around 6’3, I guess you could say some people say i'm slightly intimidating. I've been told once or twice that I have nice eyes, light laughing eyes they say; I don’t really see it, but apparently people think that they look nice, and hey, might as well take the esteem boosters when I can! I mean, I do laugh a lot, but I can laugh or not be disturbed by some…pretty messed up stuff. A lot of times i'll wear long sleeve shirts; don’t really see the point of all those people wearing short ones. Now, that doesn't mean when it gets hot as a mining job that I cant just roll em up and enjoy the nice breezes, but otherwise I just leave em be and not try to stretch them out. Most of my shirts have rips in them unfortunately; I'm not exactly the most well off guy, so I have to make sure my clothes last for a while. The work I do means I have shirts that the damn wood chips and branches always seem to cut into me whenever i'm working…plus, who the hell am I gonna try and impress there? Women don’t really look at me i'm pretty sure, so might as well go for comfort, hahaha...
Honestly though, if people were to see what’s underneath my shirt would make a lot of people sick, or at least a little queasy. On my back and running up to my shoulders, I've got an array of scars that look like they were made there by someone. I've got a couple on my chest too, see? Running from my collar bone to the top of my left pectoral I've got a scar there… If scars could tell a story, then I could get paid to work as a story teller in the capitol! Sometimes I get a little scruffy around my face; blame the genetics on my dads side… I have scars running over parts of my forearms too, but they look like they…well, they weren't put there by natural means, lets just put it that way, ya? That story can come at a different time…

I work hard on myself though; I work over at the loading yard and in the field probably 30 or so hours a week to get by; try doing that and going to school. Ill give you a hint; it ain't easy. In all honesty, and trying to be as unbiased as possible, I'm pretty built; have a large upper body, strong core, thighs like tree trunks (bad um tss..get it, cause I cut down trees?....why aren't you laughing?), all that good stuff! I work in a pretty physically demanding line of work, and I was a wrestler for a long time at my school; took first in one of the district championships! Still proud of that moment whenever I think about it. I keep an oak leaf necklace around my neck at all times; never take it off. It’s a memento from someone a longggg time ago, and well…its weird talking about it. Ill tell ya later, promise.

Personality:

Personality wise, I can be a jokester to people. A lot of times I'm generally the quiet big guy in the background, making sure everything is alright. Most people can take me at my face value; the slightly bumbling, big district 7 boy….Unfortunately for them, they completely underestimate me. I could be talking to you, smiling and all happy, but on the inside I could be going through the options to how I can bash your head into pieces and dispose of the body. I can be bloodthirsty and ruthless; a side effect to how I was raised in this world and the realizations I made early on in my life. This is a dark and vile, unforgiving world that we live in, and when it comes down to the wire only the strong can survive. In order to cope with all of the stuff I've seen and happened to me, I guess I developed a callous and deadly side, one that understands that if you want to survive, then you have to do whats necessary if you want to continue to be alive….But I cant be all doom and gloom; I can't let my own personal insanity escape its confines to rule my life, so I try my hardest to keep it under wraps.
I've got a soft spot though; I'm a gentlemen when it comes to people and interacting with them. I dunno, call it a personal weakness; I cant stand the idea of a woman going through what I had to go through, so I always will make an effort to be a shoulder people can cry on, and I'm generally the person people can call on if they need a person to stay with or protect them. I like to read a lot too; not those stupid romance novels, but stuff like how to live in the wilderness. I like knowing how to live in solitude if the world ends and how I can do stuff without trying to rely on people; I usually try to get at least a book or two from the schools library and on my breaks at the mill read over them, trying my hardest even if I'm not the brightest light in the tool shed.
I've been told I've got a big brother complex to the few whom I call my friends; i'll stand behind them and make sure they're OK and crush anyone that they get into a fight with. Besides that, I stick to a few people, mainly a small group that I can call my close friends, and I try to stick by them. Doesn't mean that I cant make friends fairly easily; I'm pretty good at talking with people and I'm an easy going guy, but I like having a few people I can confide in if I need to; don’t like the idea of everyone knowing how messed up I am. I like to be a trickster too; making people smile sometimes alleviates my pain, so I try to spread goodwill when I can. A little chaos always helps with a mood too as well…When people ask me about the games, I shrug and say that its something that we have to deal with it; but if I say I support them, I would just be lying to them all. Cant stand the damn things; why can't we try to help others instead of attempting to mutilate each other? However….if I get reaped, I know that no matter whom I met and the alliances I would make, I wouldn't hesitate to rip off someones head if it meant that I would get home alive…. At least there’s a use to the violent side of me; I can come to terms with what I would do if put in a situation...it wouldn't be easy though, trust me on that one…

History:

Onto the real stuff, now aren't we? Well, I didn't really have the best of times, even now. I was born to a psycho of a father and a mother who thought she could save him. She succeeded for a bit; they got away from their families and lived happily for a few years, I came along and dad went to work at the mills with a kid and a wife to take care of. But after a while, mom got really sick; I can remember as a kid of about 6 that I would see her in bed, face red and barely breathing. Before mom passed away, she gave me her old family heirloom that she had had since she was a kid; a simple necklace with an oak leaf at the end, symbolizing harmony and the world. I still wear it all the time; it’s the only thing that I have left of her. Dad….well, he went back to his ways with a vengeance, and guess who was the only one that he could take it out on?
I don’t know if he drank before he did what he always did; I didn't really care cause it still happened. He would beat me senseless, even as a kid; if he got really angry then he would tie me up and scar my back with a whip and a few tools we had in the back. He broke my collarbone one time, he hit me so hard; he's a big guy and I was about 13, but still… Explains all my scars doesn't it? The ones on my forearms are the ones that I think left the most of an impression on me though. I remember he came home and would then use a knife after work and….*shudder* well, you know the rest. He always told me that it would make me tougher, that in the future I would understand why he did it… And all he really led me to believe was two things. One, he was crazy; and two, that it just meant that I would just get a side of him inside of me as well, aka my psycho self. Did he think that in his warped mind he was helping me? All he did was create what I think he wanted; a monster part of me that came to become immune to his torture. When I hit 15, I didn't show any emotions when he did it; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of it. Even now it happens occasionally, but hes getting older and I'm in my prime; I think he thinks that ill snap one day and end him…Well, he wouldn't be wrong.
At school I would sometimes keep to myself and hang out with my group; I would wrestle and lift weights a lot and kept myself in shape. When I hit 14, I started working in the mills to not have to come home so often and get some cash for myself; now if I wanted I could go out and maybe buy something small if I could for someone if they were having a bad day. Seeing that one girl you have a crush on smile just sets my heart a flutter, know what I mean? Call me a softie, but it just makes me feel a little better knowing that someone who is capable of doing terrible things can make someone just smile…

Other:
Vrases is a large guy capable of massive feats of strength, stamina, and is capable of being bloodthirsty and violent when angered, but that takes a good deal of agitation first; he also has a high pain tolerance level due to a violent upbringing, although he is nowhere immune to it. A smiling and easy going guy, he is adept at hand to hand combat due to his fights in the past and a wrestler’s background, can set traps easily, and survive in the harsh wilderness. He’s a sucker for a pretty face and a kind word, and is a loyal ally when needed; however if all things come down to it, he will do what is necessary to survive. He is not very good at long range weapons, but can hurl objects easily enough; however he prefers close quarter fights. He can swim, but not very well; people have described it as “flailing about”. he prefers the wilderness soil to many other things. He fights against his nature that was a side effect of his father’s inhumane torture and tries to be a good person and be a shoulder for the few he calls his friends. If an ally, he will do all in his power to make people safe and happy, wishing them only happiness; if an enemy, he wont hesitate until he has made sure that they pay for their offense in blood. Because of his strength, he can climb well and stay in a position for hours, waiting and observing, pushing himself to the limits. He can perform short sprints well, but he isn’t a long distance runner; he cant run cross country, preferring to commit a short massive burst of speed, and cannot keep up with lithe runners. Although he knows how to read and learned survival techniques from it, he is not the most intellectual of individuals, preferring the simpler ways of dealing with stuff in life. This has led to him being outsmarted by the more intellectual citizens around him, much to his distaste.