[ Ryan Findergah ][ D2 ]

Ryan Findergah
Eighteen|Male|District Two

He doesn't look like someone you would find in District two. In fact, he looks rather out of place for the time period entirely. With his stubborn jaw, sparked with red stubble, and his matching head of flaming red hair, he looks more like someone out of District five. His eyes, though, slanted and green like a cat's, make him look like someone from a long time before Panem. The stubble, giving him a more rugged look, only enhances this. His height seems to add to the impression too, being that he is around 6'7" and always feeling like he has to duck through most doors. His bulk, large amounts of muscles that came easily to him, leaves him weighing around 217 lbs. He's a towering figure, to be sure, and he uses it to his advantage.

He dresses lazily, sloppily, not caring for dress codes. Often you'll find him in some sort of plaid, another feature to enhance his other-worldly appearance. His hair is usually disheveled and grime doesn't bother him. Most of the time it looks like he slept outside in the dirt, and sometimes he very well might have, being coated in streaks of dark dirt and grey grit. His shoes are ones he's had for so long that the sides are beginning to split. While his family wasn't poor, he never bothered to get many new things.

Most often there is a clear look of indifference on his face, or perhaps annoyance. Already a person with a short patence, his face usually holds a stony expression. His eyes are constantly gauging othes in search of someone who might be of interest to him. Most aren't. There is only one person for whom his smile is actually one of good intention, and not simply a baring of teeth: a single girl in his class who he is sweet on.

In the training center he is ruthless. While perhaps not being the best fighter, he never goes easy on anyone - especially himself. Whenever the trainer asks for a volunteer, he steps up. Whenever someone needs to break in the new kid, he breaks them. He ignores all pity he feels and simply focuses on beating whoever he faces. It could be a ten year old, just starting training, or one of the trainers who had been fighting for twenty years. He didn't care, he only had to win.

He fights dirty - pressure points, overwhelming strength, sometimes an illegal blow - he will do whatever he needs to in order to win. It comes from a need to impress his parents, a need to show them he is strong and can take care of himself, because to him they never seem to be proud of him. They are loving parents, they treat him well and taught him their good values and habits, but when he was unable to show the same level of guilt or remorse for doing something wrong it saddened them. They are overwhelmingly proud of how strong he has become, but he can only see the look of disappointment in his flaws each time.

His siblings never seemed to disappoint his parents, which always irked him. While he loved his family - even if he had a hard time expressing it - it was hard on him to watch his parents congratulate his sister on some move, or tell his brother how proud they were of him. He was the oldest, and yet he was the one they always shoved aside. There was no way he could compete with his sister's graceful movements, or his brother's quick attacks. He was the large oaf, the clumsy one, the one who always did something wrong. While his father was also a large man, he wasn't nearly as large or as clumsy as his eldest son.

They had put him into training when he was young, about six, because he had already been as tall as most of the ten year olds. He hadn't excelled as quickly as the older boys had, but he had been way ahead of those his own age. Often he would be made fun of for his poor abilities, and so he gained the instinct to retaliate - generally by tackling the person to the ground and trying to pummel them. Soon people learned to just leave him alone.

When one trainer viewed an instance of this, he realized the boy would be better off training in hand-to-hand combat instead of with knives and so took it upon himself to teach Ryan. As the two trained, Ryan became more confident and slowly the older trainees began to leave him alone and give him more space. Now he takes it upon himself to scare them, using his height and muscle mass to overpower his opponents.

Ryan still aims to show his parents he is worth being proud of, and that he can be just as good of a fighter as either his sister or brother. His last hope of being reaped is coming, and he prays that he can enter the Games to finally show everyone that he can be strong, cunning, and ultimately a victor.

Maybe then they would be proud.