Echo Spetivichi / / PeaceKeeper / / FIN
Apr 19, 2015 20:34:22 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Apr 19, 2015 20:34:22 GMT -5
Echo Spetivichi
23 years old
PeaceKeeper
Odair
The Capitol never was the right place for me or my brother for that fact. I was never a big fan of all the colors and stuck up people. The only nice thing was not having to worry about the Hunger Games but instead being able to cheer for them. You see I have always enjoyed the darker and more violent things in life. So did my brother for that truth. Hence the reason we both enlisted to become PeaceKeepers all those years ago. Even though our parents tried to beg us to stay they could not stop us from our destinies.
I remember when we were both about nine years old, my twin brother and I that is. We begged our parents to get us these fake toy guns that all our friends were getting. However, they changed our lives entirely. Whenever us and the other kids would play games my brother and I would always take things so seriously. In fact, we never lost a game together. It was during those times we earned our names as the Terrible Two. It wasn't very original but it completely described us. We were the perfect team. Where one faltered the other would excel.
Our teamwork actually blew away many of our instructors during our time in the training academy. In a way we were prodigies. We were both in excellent shape and were quite good shots but we had our own details that made us terrifying during training games. Personally I am always more of the brains of the operation. I configure the strategies and make quick adjustments on the spot. My brother on the other hand was a real impressive tracker and trapper. The way he is able to track others and lay inescapable traps for them is unlike anything else. Then together we always keep each others backs during the fray of combat.
My brother and I graduated the academy a few years back and have been sent on many assignments since then. Our first location was in District Eight during that awful drought a few years back. However our real lives began when my brother and I were stationed in District Seven a year ago. A small cell of rebels was attempting to use the heavy forest to flee us but my brother was too fast. He tracked them down within half an hour. I on the other hand was able to use them to bring out the rest of the rebels through some public demonstrations. Needless to say my plan went flawlessly and the rebels were eliminated before any word of their existence arose.
As for now my brother and I are currently back in the Capitol waiting our next assignment. Since then I have made sure to make myself something more than a white suit. Beneath the black mask shade is actually a rather short man at just 5'4, yet I am still strong, size isn't always what matters. As for my actual face well, I apparently have blue eyes that look like an unstained lake. Which apparently matches my vibrant blonde vines in which I know as my hair. Other than that all I have on my is the small lightning blue tattoo on my right arm. It's an animal known as a bat, one my parents say my unique name derives from. It always reminds me who I am.
As for clothing I am one of the most plain idiots you will see in the Capitol. I keep it simple and strict. Always some kind of grey shirt with some blue jeans and maybe some nice black shoes. Other than that I am always in my uniform. It suits me better than the costumes of the Capitol. It shows me for what a truly am on the inside, a man whose face will not change as he kills you.
So in case you haven't quite figured it out yet I will just tell you, I am a very violent person. I always have been even from a young age. Most children don't really start watching the games until they are about seven but not me. No I was glued to the edge of my seat by age three watching every drop of blood spilled. Of course it concerned my parents but back then I was always copying sounds and words they would say, hence my name, so they enjoyed the times I was distracted.
Also I am a very curious fellow if I do say so. I love knowing every little detail about things and of course about people. Finding out what makes people tick, no matter what the method, really puts a smile on my face. Which as most people know is a highly rare occasion. It's just how I am, I don't smile because I don't really have much I want to smile for. People say but what about love and all that shit. Well it typically doesn't work out for me. I have tried a few times to find a nice guy suitable for me but they always leave me. So with my job I can't be crippled and broken by some assholes I always have to be on the top of my game. Therefore not loving besides my brother is the only answer. Its lonely but effective. Yet maybe one day I will try to find the right guy, but for now I will just stick to my brother for friendship.
As for my life away from my twin well it is rather bland. Literally the only things I do publicly or socially I should say are things set up by my brother. Other than that I am about as big as a hermit as they get. For some reason the whole social part of life just isn't the place for me. I mean I use to try to go to faculty parties and such, however, whenever I would start talking I would bring the conversation to a darker tone and apparently people aren't all about that stuff. I have always been an outcast in the world, like a moth trapped within the twisted hollows of terrified teenager's room. Therefore I have now secluded myself deep within my own devises wear my wings only fly in the sanctions of my own darkness.
Speaking of my chambers, my parents monetary gifts and my own salary keep me quite happy in my large pent house apartment. Lucky for me it has a beautiful view of this quaint little park with a small pond. I often find myself drawn their after my "tours" of the districts. I like to reflect upon the things in which I have seen. In away I whisper all my secrets to the pond and when I return to it after every long traverse it always seems to have a way of echoing my own tales back to me.
I remember when we were both about nine years old, my twin brother and I that is. We begged our parents to get us these fake toy guns that all our friends were getting. However, they changed our lives entirely. Whenever us and the other kids would play games my brother and I would always take things so seriously. In fact, we never lost a game together. It was during those times we earned our names as the Terrible Two. It wasn't very original but it completely described us. We were the perfect team. Where one faltered the other would excel.
Our teamwork actually blew away many of our instructors during our time in the training academy. In a way we were prodigies. We were both in excellent shape and were quite good shots but we had our own details that made us terrifying during training games. Personally I am always more of the brains of the operation. I configure the strategies and make quick adjustments on the spot. My brother on the other hand was a real impressive tracker and trapper. The way he is able to track others and lay inescapable traps for them is unlike anything else. Then together we always keep each others backs during the fray of combat.
My brother and I graduated the academy a few years back and have been sent on many assignments since then. Our first location was in District Eight during that awful drought a few years back. However our real lives began when my brother and I were stationed in District Seven a year ago. A small cell of rebels was attempting to use the heavy forest to flee us but my brother was too fast. He tracked them down within half an hour. I on the other hand was able to use them to bring out the rest of the rebels through some public demonstrations. Needless to say my plan went flawlessly and the rebels were eliminated before any word of their existence arose.
As for now my brother and I are currently back in the Capitol waiting our next assignment. Since then I have made sure to make myself something more than a white suit. Beneath the black mask shade is actually a rather short man at just 5'4, yet I am still strong, size isn't always what matters. As for my actual face well, I apparently have blue eyes that look like an unstained lake. Which apparently matches my vibrant blonde vines in which I know as my hair. Other than that all I have on my is the small lightning blue tattoo on my right arm. It's an animal known as a bat, one my parents say my unique name derives from. It always reminds me who I am.
As for clothing I am one of the most plain idiots you will see in the Capitol. I keep it simple and strict. Always some kind of grey shirt with some blue jeans and maybe some nice black shoes. Other than that I am always in my uniform. It suits me better than the costumes of the Capitol. It shows me for what a truly am on the inside, a man whose face will not change as he kills you.
So in case you haven't quite figured it out yet I will just tell you, I am a very violent person. I always have been even from a young age. Most children don't really start watching the games until they are about seven but not me. No I was glued to the edge of my seat by age three watching every drop of blood spilled. Of course it concerned my parents but back then I was always copying sounds and words they would say, hence my name, so they enjoyed the times I was distracted.
Also I am a very curious fellow if I do say so. I love knowing every little detail about things and of course about people. Finding out what makes people tick, no matter what the method, really puts a smile on my face. Which as most people know is a highly rare occasion. It's just how I am, I don't smile because I don't really have much I want to smile for. People say but what about love and all that shit. Well it typically doesn't work out for me. I have tried a few times to find a nice guy suitable for me but they always leave me. So with my job I can't be crippled and broken by some assholes I always have to be on the top of my game. Therefore not loving besides my brother is the only answer. Its lonely but effective. Yet maybe one day I will try to find the right guy, but for now I will just stick to my brother for friendship.
As for my life away from my twin well it is rather bland. Literally the only things I do publicly or socially I should say are things set up by my brother. Other than that I am about as big as a hermit as they get. For some reason the whole social part of life just isn't the place for me. I mean I use to try to go to faculty parties and such, however, whenever I would start talking I would bring the conversation to a darker tone and apparently people aren't all about that stuff. I have always been an outcast in the world, like a moth trapped within the twisted hollows of terrified teenager's room. Therefore I have now secluded myself deep within my own devises wear my wings only fly in the sanctions of my own darkness.
Speaking of my chambers, my parents monetary gifts and my own salary keep me quite happy in my large pent house apartment. Lucky for me it has a beautiful view of this quaint little park with a small pond. I often find myself drawn their after my "tours" of the districts. I like to reflect upon the things in which I have seen. In away I whisper all my secrets to the pond and when I return to it after every long traverse it always seems to have a way of echoing my own tales back to me.
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