Orion Hammerfell D2 [Done]

Appearance:

Sandy blonde, fluffy hair sits on top my head. The top of my hair is fluffy, but the sides is short and close cut to my head. Sometimes I'll run my fingers through my hair and style it. I think the color matches my light skin well. Sometimes I feel like it's easy for me to burn when I'm standing outside in the sun for too long, but what fun is it hiding inside every single day? It doesn't matter what other people think as long as I like it. My face has little hair. Mainly just my eyebrows. They're dark in color, and they tend to point in every direction. Below my eyebrows is a set of gray eyes. I can see really far. My nose is shaped funny. I don't understand why, but it is what it is. Maybe Mason and I roughed each other up a little too much when we were little kids. Can't change how I look. I have tiny pale lips. Sometimes I smile and show of my white teeth, but usually I keep my face clean of emotion.

Unlike Mason, I have very little muscle mass on my body. I guess you can say that's from where I don't train every single day of my life like he did. Who cares if I'm strong? I like to think that I could outrun him on any given day. Running is a way I pass time because whenever someone is need of help, I run from the house towards them. At least, I have high endurance. Every single morning I go for a run. It's something that wakes me up. Not that I sleep a lot. Insomnia is something I live with on a daily basis. Falling asleep is impossible. I can stay awake for hours upon hours even when I want to sleep. I hate it, but it doesn't stop me from doing what I enjoy. Yet whenever the splitting headaches set in, I can't move. Can't think because it makes me so sick to my stomach. It's so bad that lights bother my eyes making everything worse, and I have to lock myself in a dark room until the pain has gone away, and it interferes with helping people out.

Personality:

I've been ridiculed for many years. My decision to reject the career lifestyle has earned me a lot of hatred. I'm the brother to Mason Hammerfell. People look at him and see victor material. They look at me and see a failure. Whereas Mason has devoted his entire life to ending them, I have made the choice to saving them. How? I've chosen to become a healer. I never saw the point in sacrificing everything in my life for one small chance at being in the games. What if I was like Mason and this year had been my last? That would have meant my entire life down the drain. Nothing to show for the training. All of it gone. I'm looking beyond the chance to compete. I'm thinking about what happens when I grow old. When I have the chance to start a family. I want to think about fifty years of life. Not about sacrificing nine years of my life in order to die. I hate the very thought of ending a life. What I want to do is save them.

I've seen first hand what blind devotion to the career lifestyle is like. Mason and I were always close. Always doing things together growing up. Playing with each other, insulting, there was always something we'd do together. When he came down with the career sickness as I call it, he became a changed man. Never wanting to spend time. Always treating the family second. He essentially shut me out of his life. For years I tried to get through him. Never in my life have I witnessed someone's devotion to the games like Mason. One of the last times I talked to him went bad fast. I tried my best to get him away from the academy. He threatened me. I knew then I lost my brother. I still tried in vain here and there, but there wasn't a thing I could do. I knew he liked hand to hand combat. So I began to stitch together some gloves for him. Nothing that would help him fight well though only something to remember me by. Like I was there supporting him without physically being there. I wasn't able to complete it until reaping day. The day I truly lost my brother. Whether he comes home or not, he will be changed forever. I still gave him the gloves. To know I love him still.

I haven't changed too much over the years despite my brother always trying to get me to see the way of the career. That don't interest me. I want to live for many years. Have a family and grow old. I try to see the good in people. Everyone has a bit of good in them even if it's buried deep down. Like Mason. I know there's still that child inside of him. The one that played around like there wasn't a thing to worry about. I always get reminders that people throw my way about giving up on being a career. I try not to let it get to me, but it makes me feel worthless. Like I don't belong here. Its hard to ignore the insults when every day I walk around the district to hear them. I do what I can to laugh it off or ignore them, but truth is? I want to leave the district. Go somewhere where being a healer or something is more appreciated versus laughed at here. Not sure how many people understand where I'm coming from. Wanting to give up that lifestyle. Wanting to save lives. I will keep my head high and hope for the best.

History:

I vaguely remember the few times I consented to go to the academy with Mason. I hadn't yet developed my hatred for being a career. It didn't occur to me just how far my brother would fall. He was still the man I admired. The one I looked to for advice. I didn't notice any change at first. Like myself, Mason was curious about how the academy was run. Around the sixth run is when he began to change. Mason stopped interacting with me. Never wanting to stay at home. Always at the academy. Neglecting the fact we were brothers. For a while I didn't see him for what felt like months. When I caught sight of him after a very long time of not speaking to one another, he tried to get me to see his way. I told him no. Ever since then it was like I didn't have a brother anymore. He refused to acknowledge me as family. I didn't dispute his lie. No matter what he thinks of me, I knew deep down my brother was there. I love him and always will.

After venturing out in the district on my own, I passed by one of the buildings people went to get their injuries patched up. It peaked my curiosity one day so I visited. Seeing what healers can do warmed my heart. After that moment there was no doubt in my mind what I wanted to become. Vicious career? Forget about it. What I was looking for was to save lives. Healing people is what I wanted all along. Day after day I visited the same building slowly learning first aid. I never imagined the various techniques to apply first aid. Seeing it happen in person is much different than witnessing it on a screen like the hunger games. I know some basic first aid. Nothing advanced, but enough to help out. I don't want fame or fortune. All that matters to me is the smile and thanks I get when I help patch someone up. What better reward is there than that?

One of the things that still haunt me happened when I was fourteen. Someone needed my help. I ran as fast as I could to the person in trouble. I was doing everything possible to save him. That's when the agonizing headaches came on. My lack of concentration nearly killed the man. Luckily someone else had been there along side me. My actions nearly got someone killed. The exact opposite of what I want to do. I think my sleep problems are more due to refusing to go home from my job as a healer. I see many people In trouble and aim to help. It's hard going home to a warm bed with nothing to worry about when there are people who need my help. The headaches come and go. I only need to sleep, but I will not sleep until I know there aren't people who require help. I want to heal and to save not help kill. The hunger games? Please I'm looking at something more worthwhile. Living my life.