Luke Peter McJace | District 12 | {FIN}

Name:  Luke Peter McJace
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 12
Appearance:

Luke is a dirty blonde boy, his blonde hair, almost dark enough to be brown. His eyes are so blue, at times they are grey or like ice. At full height he is 6'1" though he tends to hunch over frequently. He weighs around 210 llbs give or take. His muscles are well built from his frequent workouts and hunting practices.

Luke also wears skinny jeans and has a wallet chain to keep from pick pockets. He usually wears a t-shirt under his hoodie or sometimes he doesn't wear anything under his hoodie at all. On his right wrist he wears an infinity band given to him by his mother before she died, to signify that there is no limit to anything.

He tends to go hunting a lot and because of that his muscles are well built, a nice 6 pack with not too big biceps. He has various scars along his body from the abuse of his father and the whipping from a peacekeeper

I know I may be stuck up and annoying but I don't mean too. I guess it's just a habit. A bit of prick in the bone. I know I'm kind and caring. I hate it when people go around calling others names. I also hate it when people pick on me. Like honestly, I know I'm hot, you can't deny that. But that doesn't make me a man-whore.

I'm calm most of the time. Yes, sometimes I lose my cool. You can't blame me for that. It's not my fault when sometimes I can't keep the lid on. Hunting all the time has taught me to keep calm no matter the situation. I don't like to prod into people's business, like I don't like people prodding into mine. It's really annoying when one can't seem to mind their own business. That's one thing that pisses me off.

Like other people, I want friend. Yes, once in a while I try to make myself look good. But it's also hard for me to have friends. It's hard to trust people. But I would always see kids hanging out, and I'm the odd one out. It depressing. But, as long as I can hunt, I'm good out here.

My father was very abusive, verbally and physically. It only stopped when he was killed in a mining accident a few years ago. And no way in hell did I cry. I didn't even miss the fucker.

In this case, it forced me to be able to take care of myself. Now, I hunt. Pretty often. It's also how I make my living. I was caught by a peacekeeper once and was flogged. But hell no did that not stop me.

Once in a while, expecially during the winter, I steal. Not by choice but it's something to go by. For me, whatever I do, it's life and death. I often spent my time building, and helping around. I'd do extra work here and there.

But nowadays, I don't even care. For me, there is really nothing to go by. I don't care if I go to the games or not. At least it'll mean luxury before death. I never really have gotten to watch the games. Too busy to do anything while the games are happening. I'm always busy doing something. Which is sad, I don't have any time for anyone.

My mother you ask? Well, I don't remember much about her. All I know is that when I was 2, she got sick and died. Nothing we could've done there. We are like, the poorest family there. Sometimes, when I'm alone I'll hear my drunken father talking to me. Or screaming at me. I have scars down my back from the whips of the peacekeeper and my drunken father.