Torka Hammerfell D2

Name: Torka Hammerfell
Age: 17 18 as of the 71st
District: 2
FC: Stanislav Ianevski
Odair

Appearance:

Standing roughly six foot tall makes a lot of things easier. I don't have to ask for help reaching things those shorter people can't reach, but no matter what I do, I won't ever be as tall as one of my brothers, Mason Hammerfell. He wasn't much taller than me, but he definitely succeeded. I trained with him every single day. My muscles formed from all the training that we did together. My reflexes. My fast hands. The agility. All of it, yet weighing between one hundred ninety pounds and two hundred pounds makes the agility hard. It's extremely difficult for me to stop on a dime and change directions, but I've practiced and practiced and practiced. Plus all the muscle weighing me down makes moving fast a bit harder than anyone would expect. The disadvantage to physical strength happens to be a slow runner. It just makes me work harder.

I always keep my dark hair buzzed. Very rarely will I allow it to grow out because it ruins the image I desire to keep. Dark, bushy eyebrows arch above my almond shaped eyes. My nose looks strange. It's been broke so many times from the years of training. Who cares? It motivates me to train harder. Scruffy facial hair, a mustache and a goatee, lurk around my pale lips. My voice is deep, and is usually laced with an icy chill. It's rare for a smile to spread across my face. Most of the time, it's to hide my extremely crooked teeth. Some are broken, and others are turned in odd directions. Sharp jagged edges drive deep into my cheek.

Personality:

I want to kill people. Simple as that. My entire life has been devoted to training for the hunger games. Learning the ways to fight. To survive. To kill. Killing is the sweetest thing there is, and I want to be apart of it. I'm tired of living under the names of my brother's who've gone into the games before me. Weak. Backing down. Mason was brutal. He was strong, but it didn't do any good for him. I need to become more than that. A monster. A machine controlled by the Capitol. That's what the careers need. I had to lose my entire faith in humanity seeing them as cruel subjects just awaiting death. I look for my name to be called in the reaping. Or better yet, the day I can volunteer. Killing other souls in the hunger games is the only thing I want in life. It wouldn't be fair if someone I knew won the games before me because it's what I want, and I won't let them ruin it.

I long to prove I'm the best in the district. Right now, I'm far from it because people can still beat me in training. They do better than me. Losing only causes me to train harder. To better myself by spilling their blood. I love bringing the blades along their bodies leaving rivers of blood flowing down them. When their blood mixes with mine, I know I've found my match. Losing is for the weak, and the only way to win is to kill anyone who stands in my path. Belittle them. Torture the innocent eyes. Become like a rat trapped in a maze searching for the cheese. Each time I become better. I learn more about myself. I learn about the others standing in front of me. It's such a shame that these low life tributes win. If I was in the games, I would tear their heads off. I'd make them eat their words because only the tributes from district two are deserving of the crown.

Trust nobody. I'm sick and tired of people telling me they'll do one thing, but they end up doing another. Something totally different than what they originally said, and deep inside it only turns my heart harder. I'll squash them like a bug. I trusted people way too easily, and it got in the way of my training. It ruined my entire life because I placed my trust in someone I thought was a friend, yet I was horribly mistaken. And I won't let it happen to me again. I trust myself and nobody else because nobody else is deserving of my trust. Not even my family. Maybe it'll backfire against me one day, but for the time being it's all I care about. Me, myself, and I. If anyone has a problem with it, I'll gladly break their face.

History:

While growing up, I always had an interest in the hunger games. For as long as I can remember, I stood in the district square cheering as tributes hacked away at each other. My favorite part of the games was watching them die one by one. It became even more fun especially when limbs were torn away from the body. It never bothered me. It made me want to train, and as soon as I was able, I threw myself into the career lifestyle. Every single person I ever looked at became my enemy. My brothers, well, they were my competition. I always wanted to be better than them. I wanted to be the Hammerfell who brought the crown home for the family. The very first weapon I grabbed was a giant mace. I loved the way the spikes on the large ball crushed the skull of every dummy it connected with. Yet when I look at the dummy I see a human being. One screaming at me begging me to have mercy. But I laugh as the fake blood rolls down the side of it's face. This was the first step into training.

Mason and Odysseus are the oldest. Always getting the attention. Always proving how amazing they are. Always going into life knowing that they're one step ahead of me. Odysseus isn't even my real brother, but for the longest time I treated him like one until Mason went into the games. Orion is the youngest, and I should've protected him from volunteering for the games. It was my spot, yet I didn't save him because mom and dad loved him so much. They cared for him. They gave him everything his heart desired. It was always the same for Mason and Odysseus and Orion. Where did that leave me? Left out. Neglected by the ones I love. Neglected by those who said they cared about me, and it changed me. I stopped caring for them. I stopped caring for anyone around me because in the end only one can reign supreme, and that one person is me.

I thought I had my chance when Mason was reaped, but I decided to let him go. To let him try his luck in the games. He did well, and I loved watching him kill. I loved watching him destroy people. He's my brother, and even though I wouldn't ever say anything out loud, deep inside I loved him, and now that he's gone, I miss him more and more each day. It only makes me train harder. Every single day I fight with all my might so that I won't fail like him. I'll make myself stronger. I'll destroy my body to form the perfect killing machine for the Capitol. It's what they want in the games. I'll show them that I'm stronger than Mason, and that I'm braver than Orion. I still can't believe the little baby volunteered for the games. One day it'll be my time to shine, and for that I'll keep going until I can go no longer. Until that day, I'll keep training.