Gree Fer D3 Done

Gree Fer
Age: 18
District Three
Part of the Fer Family plot

Appearance:

Short, black hair sits upon the top of my head forming a widow's peak. People love laughing, telling me I'm growing bald, but who are they to judge me? It doesn't matter what others think as long as I'm happy. They spread lies as my hair is thick, and slightly bushy. Only when I'm old will I grow bald. It's funny, though, as my face forms a heart shape. My forehead curls around the hairline before coming to a point at the tip of my chin. A couple inches below my hairline, sits tiny, thin, black eyebrows doing nothing to hide my eyes as people enjoy. Almond shape, black eyes sit deep within my face. Tiny eye lashes shift in every direction constantly getting stuck in my eyes when I close them. Slightly dark circles form under my eyes- nobody knows why. They just appeared randomly one day. I wish they'd go away.

Below my eyes is a slightly large nose sitting in the middle of my face. It's amazing that I like it, but everyone has one. Below the nose is a bit of facial hair forming a thing mustache- I'm proud of my facial hair since it's taken forever for it to grow. Tiny, pale lips only smile when I force them into one. I prefer keeping my face clear of emotions as it allows nobody to see what I'm truly feeling. A bit of hair, in the process of, forming a beard elbow my lips spreading onto my chin completing my heart shaped face. A lot of people tell me I look sick though. I'm slightly tall, but I'm scrawny as can be. I try and try and try to gain weight, but it doesn't happen- talk about a fast metabolism. People tell me all the time I need to eat more, but I already eat like a horse, and nothing will ever change.

Personality:

You want to know something about me huh? Well what I really enjoy in life has to be making people miserable. I don't care in what way I do it, but causing mischief brings about joy in my life. It's always exciting seeing people scream after I'm through with them. I've been told several times that what I do shouldn't continue on. I feign regret only to renew my determination for mischief the next day. To be honest the more people who want me to stop pranking only fuels my desire to make people suffer. I'm sick and tired of all the sadness around me. Fear of the games always seem to be at the forefront of people's thoughts. Who gives a shit. Nothing we can do about it. Maybe I should stop being such a conniving bitch, but then I really wouldn't have anything else to do in the district. I don't see pranking as a hobby. To me it's more like a lifestyle that very few people ever indulge in.

It started off as a gentle, easy task of small pranks. I loved watching people fall for them, and it almost always worked. People started figuring out the small ones though, and it made me angry. I had to make more, better pranks. People shouldn't know me, they shouldn't read what's on my mind. Moments of everyday spent planning for the ultimate prank as it'll bring pain upon anyone who stands in the way. I never wanted to hurt people, at first, but it quickly became an interest as I saw how horrible it was. One big prank to destroy the pride of many would only bring tremendous pride and joy to myself, and my life is more important than anyone else's. I have one goal- to be the king of all pranksters in the nation, and I'll go to the end to succeed. Whether I ruin the life of one person, or I wreck several of them nothing will stop me from fulfilling my goal.

Hidden beneath the mastermind of pranks is life lived in pain hoping nobody notices me. I want to hide away from everyone. One mess up is a huge set back. I never want to fail, but at times it happens. I don't want anyone noticing anything wrong with me, and putting the pain upon someone else hides how I truly feel. I often feel alone hidden behind a wall set in front of me, but nobody cares. I hate when people stare at me as I wonder if they are looking at how horrible I am for the day. I lower my head the moment someone makes eye contact unless I'm pranking them. It's a horrible way of life, but it's the way it rolls. I don't enjoy being the quiet person, but it's best if nobody knows I'm in the room. It's the chance of escaping when others hurt, but sometimes the only question running through my mind is, 'is it really worth it?'

History:

Pranking people has always been one of my favorite past times. I was young and didn't know better. It was all fun in games as people would laugh at the small things I would do. They loved as I pranked them because it never did anything wrong. I was the center of attention for the longest time, and I had friends. People turned to me when they wanted a laugh, which always made me smile. Slowly, I developed my pranks more in depth. I always spent plenty of time planning my pranks as I didn't want anything to happen, but sometimes it can't be prevented. The moment I was pranking the person, I knew from the start it had gone wrong. I never meant to hurt anyone; I was just wanting to have fun, but the outcome wasn't fun. Someone was crying, and they were injured severely. I felt so horrible, and I tried explaining it, but nobody understood, not even my own parents.

They yelled constantly at my mistake, but they didn't think it was a mistake; they thought I did it on purpose. Every action has a reaction, and the reaction was punishment. Horrible words were shouted at me. My parents told me I was a horrible person, I was nothing, I was a mistake, I had no reason for making anyone hurt, I was a stupid piece of trash, and I would never amount to anything. I'd live a horrible life in the scums forever. My heart broke, and tears poured down my face, but it didn't stop them. The verbal abuse wasn't enough, and they eventually lashed out on me. My screams filled the air begging for them to stop, but they didn't. They wanted to teach me a lesson I would never forget. I could hear the sounds of my bones breaking as my father punched my face over and over again. They didn't stop until I was nearly unconscious.

Every mistake resulted in a beating, and eventually I grow cold. The beatings wouldn't mean anything anymore because it was just another escape for them. People hate being around me. Now my pranks are meant to hurt people. I don't care what anyone says about me as watching people cry in fear, begging for mercy is music in my ears. I mean to hurt people now because my parents hurt me. My parents destroyed the innocent child living inside, and nothing will ever change me back. It's the best feeling ever as my parents taught me this, it's what they wanted, and I'll live up to the expectations. I'll challenge anyone in my path as I'm not afraid anymore. One by one people will remember my name, and they'll know my pranks aren't meant for fun anymore. I'll laugh when they cry, and it'll be the best moment for everyone. If you have a problem, you can thank my parents because they were the ones who caused this.

Code word: Odair
Other: Part of the Fer family plot