Vergil Abrams D6 fin

I don't exactly consider myself to be blessed in the looks department. I stand at a towering 5'5" while being as thin as a twig. I blame it on my metabolism considering I always have enough to eat. My dark, straight, ash brown hair is just long enough to get in my pale blue eyes, so i push it off to the left. Somehow it helps mask the fact that my head is disproportionate to my body.  Despite being insecure about nearly everything about my appearance, I do like my pale skin that contains no trace of a blemish.

Being middle class, I am fortunate enough to be able to afford some things at least that help me out with my looks. I often wear clothes that are darker colors because they look better on me and I hate being cold so wearing them helps absorb heat. I also tend to wear sweaters often because of this. It also makes me look slightly less skinny than I actually am. It can be a little difficult to get clothes that fit since there aren't many people that wear the same size things that I do.

I've never been the type of person you could describe as "average". I tend to be on the quiet side most of the time. I blame this on my incredible awkwardness. I have good intentions, but when i try to put them into words, they just come out wrong. Sometimes it can keep my from making friends but I don't have much of a problem with that. The less friends I have, the less of a chance I have of losing someone i care about to the games that I'm so terrified of.

Sometimes I find myself dwelling on the thought of being reaped. I have no greater fear than that. I would have next to no chance of surviving the games, except for the fact that i can run and hide. Being such a small person gives me the advantage of being light on my feet and easier to stay hidden. At least my death wouldn't cause TOO much grief.

I'm not very close with my family or my friends. I only have one friend that i can say I'm close to, and his name is Levy. I spend most of my free time reading, writing, or drawing. something about a pencil to paper just captures my attention. Reading is my favorite because it's the best way for me to learn something new, and I find that it's better to be knowledgeable than not. I don't trust the schools because if it has anything to do with the Capitol, it can't be entirely trustworthy.

I guess I could start this section about my parents since that's the only history of my family I really know. I never met my grandparents and they were never mentioned so I try not to bring them up. My parents met near the end of their time in school and their friendship turned into a relationship that hasn't broken ever since. They are both very intelligent, and were blessed with opportunities to make something of their life and live in near complete comfort. I kind of resent them for the fact that neither of them took full advantage of these things and we sit in the very middle of the money spectrum. I wouldn't care so much about it if they had no control over it, but they did.

I am their only child, and they don't plan on having more. Not having any siblings allows me to spend more time alone which is a good thing for me. Being an only child also ensures that i don't have to share much of anything with people which is sort of a good thing even though it may sound a bit selfish. If i had people to share things with, I would. It does get kind of lonely here while my parents are at work sometimes though.

In my early childhood, I had lots of attention from them, but as things and I changed, they became more like roommates. I learned to become very independent and self-sufficient from it so I can't say it was all bad. My life has been very stagnant my entire life, so there isn't much to say about it. At school I've been a ghost. Something everyone knows is there, but doesn't acknowledge or really talk to. Nobody there hates me, they just don't like me either. Aside from that my life has been going to the library for books to read or writing and drawing at home. That's where I met Levy. In the library, I found a strange attic that sparked my curiosity. When I explored the inside, I found a stash of books I hadn't seen before. I began to sit up there and read them when one day Levy found me and explained that they were his books. We started hanging out up there nearly every day until I realized that I had a friend who actually had meaning behind them. We've been friends ever since then.