Ares Pine D2

Some people might describe me as handsome or even good-looking. I certainly don't see it that way and I certainly don't care about my appearance. I've grown my facial hair out some to prove it. My facial hair doesn't really extend far off my face like a goatee might. Its just rugged looking. I'm sure I inherited my blond hair and blue eyes from my mom; she tells me that my blue eyes are beautiful, but I hate hearing it. I'm not really a happy person so I don't smile much, but I've been told my smile is kinda crooked. I'm usually not the tallest guy in the room, but I don't think height matters much when I'm beating the crap out of someone. I'd like to think that I have a muscular build. How else would I be able to fight? I'm usually able to beat someone up with ease.

I don't like talking about my scar that's across my back. it is not visible when I am fully dressed. I was training with a weapon at the training center more specifically a sword. I was heading toward the table which had a lot of weapons when I just happened to have a huge moment of stupidity and tripped. I ended up falling against the cold steel of a sword.. The sword cut across almost the entire length of my back. I wont heal it though. That would be a sign of utter weakness. Seriously, why does everyone want to know about it. Talking about my scar pisses me off so much. I got that scar from being careless and stupid. Please just stop asking about the scar or Ripred help you all. The way I got my scar shames me so much.

What the hell do you want to know about me for huh? Well lucky for you, I'm willing to speak. Some say that I have a insatiable lust for fighting. Maybe I do or maybe I don't. Hard to tell. Fighting just screams exciting and fun to me. That feeling I get when someone has that look of fear on their eyes is one thing I will always enjoy. I don't care if people hate me. This is what I'm about. That would be fighting and kicking someone's ass. If you or anyone else has a problem with my lust for fighting well I got something to say about that. Fuck off why don't you? Its my life and I will live it the way I want. So why don't you just leave me alone and go about your day hmm? I love everything I possibly can about fighting.

Wait, why are you still here? Haven't I told you enough about me? Seriously stop trying to stalk me. Fine, I'll tell you more. Well I not only love to fight, but witnessing violence in general is so much fun. The joy violence brings me warms the deep dark pits in my heart. I love watching people get hurt and enjoy it more when I'm the one inflicting pain. Oh the sweet pleasure that pain gives me whether I inflict it or witness it. Think I'm a sick bastard for loving pain? Well I don't care what you think. This is about me remember? Anyways, I love it when I'm the one hurting people. At first I didn't want to hurt people, but eventually it ended up being a lot of fun. I know I should feel remorse, but honestly? Feeling pleasure is much more enjoyable for me.

You want to know more about me? Oh my. This is getting quite annoying you know. Here goes. I know for a fact that you probably think I'm insane or have no heart, but the truth is that I do have some emotion and affection within me. Well maybe that's a minor lie. I sort of care for my family? Well as long as my family doesn't try to stop me from enjoying the pleasure of inflicting pain, I just might show them some kindness. All I want in life would be to inflict as much pain as humanly possible before I die. If my family wants to stop me? Well that will be a mistake. I wont have it in me to hurt my family, but that wont stop me from doing horrible things to whoever I want outside of them.

Still here? What about me interests you so much. I don't get it. Might as well tell you more about my history. I'm apart of a huge family. The Birches. We're a rich family here in district two, but I don't see that it matters to me. What good is wealth going to do for me when the main thing in life for me is to hurt as much people as I can. I don't know if I can say that any of my siblings likes me, but frankly? I don't give a shit at all. Beatrice is probably the only family member I have any sort of feelings for. She ended up getting reaped for the 65th hunger games. My own cousin. I fully expect her to kick so much ass. She always seemed like the one who could take care of herself at least that's the vibe I got from her. I doubt anyone will disagree with me there.

I kind of dislike my parents. They're both always so hard on me. It always appears at least to me that anything I do for them is never good enough. Nothing at all seems to please them. Constantly being pushed may have led me to the person I am today. Maybe if they had eased up on me a little as I grew up, I wouldn't be such a violent kid. I kind of want to thank them though. Weird right? Without them constantly pushing me, I wouldn't be who I am today and wow I love who I am. I wonder if my parents are finally proud of me. No matter. If they're not, I wont care. I'm done trying to please them.

Training at the academy is where I feel at him, but sometimes I wish there is more of a challenge. Growing up and facing off against other trainees had been a huge part of my childhood. Inflicting pain was the highlight of every single day I had been there. Still is really when I do train. I definitely feel that training for the games improves my ever-growing knowledge on how to harm someone, but what good is that if I have nothing to show for it. Maybe my money will come in handy someday. I do wish that I could use my money for something useful. Maybe I can buy a weapon or something. Something useful would be nice. Maybe buying some nice clothes would be beneficial. Not nice in the typical party kind, but more along the lines of something that will help me seem more intimidating to others. I want to show them I mean business.

Part of the Birch family plot