Magnus Anderberg Peacekeeper.

Magnus Anderberg, a wise peacekeeper. His height being 6'1. Weight being 210 lbs. His gray hair is always looking silky and his green eyes glow in the moonlight. Usually Magnus has some stubble growing. He has a wide chin, broad shoulders, stiff biceps and lots of muscle power. The image of a true peacekeeper.

Magnus is a skinny fellow, pale most of the time from wearing his armor all the time, he doesn't get much sun. You would usually see Magnus in his uniform, considering he had to control the people. His shiny helmet, velvet gloves, smooth like fresh cut wood, His black boots, size 10, shining and glistening, and of course, his white uniform to go with it. Being equipped with a night stick, a pistol, and everything else he needs to keep control.

Magnus, like most peacekeepers, has a hard personality, putting fear into the hearts of the district residents. He has punished numerous amounts of people. Whipping and beating those who stand against him. Magnus follows his orders and never disobeys. Magnus has a raspy voice, sounding almost worn sometimes.

Magnus, like most trained peacekeepers, has incredible strength and a hard core. Able to withstand most blows from people and able to fight hard against a crowd of people. Magnus has what some people would call "brute strength". Magnus isn't the kind of person who someone would disobey, because of his hard ways. Most peacekeepers themselves look up to him. Sometimes people see him as a poster boy for the peacekeepers, strong, brave, manly, powerful.

But, even in his glory of being a peacekeeper and having the strength to put a man down, he has weak spots, like every human. Most people don't notice, but Magnus suffers from fear of failure. Constantly wanting to impress his commanding officers and constantly wanting to raise among the ranks, in order to be higher than his fellow officers.

When Magnus was a little wee child, his dad was a very high end person in the captiol, respected by alot of people. He was a hero according to Magnus. His dad was a man who would work hard, and bring home the money. Magnus wanted to be the same. He wanted to make himself feared by all district residents. Being raised in District 2, Magnus's dad was rarely home, because he was stationed in the Capitol. But every time his dad came home, he had a present for Magnus.

Going to school, Magnus always boasted about his father, making himself seem top of the class, like a higher ranked person. Magnus never realized how corrupt he was becoming. He always watched The Games and he would always wanna see the most brutal of kills. Often he laughed at the tributes dying, saying he could do better.

In his teenage years, he started his training on the path to become a peacekeeper. This training involved intense weight lifting and intense conditioning drills. He wanted to be fit and strong. Sturdy like a building. Once he was of age, he applied to become a peacekeeper, going through more rough intense training until finally he had made it. He had full filled his dream. And now, to this day, he is still enforcing rules in the districts.

During his mid life, he rose up to be what he wanted, he had trained an impressive batch of young recruits, who are now one of the toughest regiments out there. He has even met the almighty president Snow himself, being congratulated for his courage, and his dignity. Snow has made him one of the commanding officers. A leader of platoon 1182. The troops he had hand picked and trained.

Now, Magnus and the glorious platoon 1182 took command over District 7. Over the past months, Magnus's reports have been as usual, nothing interesting happening, and the district residents are obeying as they should. There has been one problem for Magnus, a man who stood up to him. Magnus gave him a harsh beating and set an example for the rest of the District residents. Magnus continues to strive towards perfection in his District.