Brick Denton-d2-psychologist/medic-done

Life is never what anyone makes it out to being. Take it from someone who sees the shattered walk in every day. No one is ever truly a whole person. There is something wrong with everybody even me. No one is perfect and in this society it doesn't matter if you are rich beyond belief or so poor that food comes maybe every other week. Everyone has issues and its my job to try and mend those issues enough for people to function. The injuries that are apparent and the ones that are so deep down in your soul that you only need coaxing from someone of my profession to even remotely start thinking about mending. Life is a crazy thing and yet I have gotten a little to far ahead of myself. It seems to be the case almost all the time. Even when I was a child. My mind floated around in a thousand different direction which was not something that was common in my family. 


I was the odd ball of my family. There was something different about me the moment I came out into the world. I didn't cry for one. I just sorta stared at everything. It wasn't like I could see much. I was a little too fascinated by the bright lights and the many voices I suppose. I did cry when I was hit though. Mom once said that I almost went after the doctors finger. It was apparently the only sign that I was part of the family in the first place. My family was disciplined and ruthless. A career family but trade. My father became a trainer at one of the many academies around the district and my mother had trained all of her life. They were strict and unyeilding, well with my siblings anyways. They never seemed to be so unyeilding or cruel with me. It might have been the mere fact that they weren't sure what to do with me. I was the child that tried. I tried to be good and train but something else always caught my attention. I wasn't focused enough. I remember getting yelled at time and time again. I remember one night my father got so mad at me that he raised a hand to me. My eldest brother stopped him. I guess Drake knew. Knew that I was something different and something special. 


It came to pass that my siblings would come to me. They would sit next to me and tell me their secrets and I kept them. Every single one of them. I was fixing my little brother's wounded knee when my parents finally figured out what kept me focused. Soon enough my parents were getting me the best education money could bye to make me a healer or sorts. I took to it like a fish took to water and my family took to leading the career lifestyle. Tragedy struck our home or at least I would call it tragedy. See I am the only one who still remembers my eldest brother. He was called away to the games when I was just a year from going to join my siblings in the reaping. My parents were proud of how he strode up to the stage and how he stood there no tears in his eyes as we said goodbye. I remember I called out for him when he was chosen and I remember watching almost every moment of the games. The brother I thought was invincible made it top two and was taken down by a female from district 8. It would have been better had be been taken out by district 1 or his fellow district two tribute but he wasn't. Our female that year didn't make it past day one. My parents pretty much erased him just like that. He was a disgrace. 


I didn't think it was fair at the time. It was the second time in my life that one of my siblings saved me from my parents wrath. Life went on like normal though. It wasn't like we could do anything about that outcome. The years flashed by like blurs. My hair grew lighter brownish red and my eyes softened just a bit. Brown like the rest of my family but lighters than the rest. As a child I had worn my hair down and long. One day I decided to cut it. Now it stays somewhere around shoulder length. I stand now at about five three and though no one would every call me intimidating as a child. I have grown to be just that. Intimidating to those who choose to try to do me harm or unruly patients. I can hold my own in a fight if I have too though I'm more of a healer then a fighter. I usually wear my hair down but there are occassions when it goes up. Small children seem to like me and it might be because I seem more caring them some of their own parents, which is likely true. I'm usually dress in light earth tones unless I'm working which usually means I'm in green, white, or blue scrubs. 


As I have said, life is an interesting thing. The schooling and training I have gone too has left me with the knowledge of how to take care of what ails you. So if you every find yourself in need of some patching up. You know where to look and don't think that you can walk all over me. You will get a big surprise if you do. Never judge a book by its cover and be careful who you trust.