d2 • gryphon layne

what you see

Standing at a total height of 5'10'' and weighing in at 152 pounds, Gryphon sits around the averages for his age group. His arms are rather large from the work done at the forge, though that's about the only place where serious musculature can be found. He commits to semi-frequent training though has never been extremely serious about it. It's not done to the level of others from the District, and so he isn't some massively disproportionate young man. His skin is pale and dotted with a little bit of freckles on primarily his face.

His hair is a dark brown and is constantly messy, hanging all around his head. He often has to sweep it out of his eyes whilst working at the forge with a deft back of the hand. It looks incredibly soft but is fairly thick and rough to the touch. His eyebrows are thin and not very curved, equally as dark as his hair. His face is fairly clear of facial hair, having not yet reached the age and stage of puberty where it begins to grow in thicker. He has retained that youthful sort of look to his face, most of it not yet appearing rigid and lacking the manliness that comes with hair.

His eyes are a bright amber colour, shining like the fire of the forge he works at all day long. They're always seemingly drifting elsewhere, never quite remaining focused on who he might be talking to. His eyebrows furrow together in concentration whilst working, though, eyes following the sparks that spring off the worked metal. The sockets are coloured the same way as the rest of his skin, free from bags and bruises as he gets quite a lot of sleep after a hard day's work.

His hose is rather large, ending in a bulbous base. It's slightly hooked like a beak, though it still looks proportional enough with his face to not look glaringly obvious. His lips are thick and long, accentuating a smile if he ever has one. Ears are tucked behind locks of hair but are large and dorky looking; it's why he tends to keep his hair so long. A rounded face makes him seem younger than he actually is and is a curse of the Layne family. His cheeks still possess the typical baby fat that one has for a few years after their birth.

His shoulders and arms are larger from all the work done at the forge, ending in rough hands that seem to be covered with little burns; as expected due to all the contact with burning metal and hot flames. His right hand has a significant burn along the side of it from having dripped molten metal onto it a couple of years ago, an incident which nearly almost cost him his entire hand. The rest of his torso is a fairly normal size with nothing spectacular sitting underneath his shirt. A few more burns can be found, though none are severe enough of note. His legs finish off in rather large feet, often covered up with thicker work boots given by the Capitol.

what you are

Considering the job Gryphon does, his ability to focus is far too impaired. He never really had a good ability to focus on a situation at hand, letting himself get distracted by minor things outside and inside his mind. His eyes seemed to constantly be in motion as they traveled throughout the world, never quite settling on what was at hand. It's lead to numerous injuries with hammers colliding with bone or molten metal dripping onto his skin. It's difficult to keep him settled in place, always wanting to get up on his feet and do something. It works hand in hand with how aspiring he is, always ambitiously wishing to move forward in life. He wants to amount to something spectacular one day, hoping that the world will know his name. It's his goal in life to be celebrated.

Gryphon is an extremely kind person, both benevolent and conciliatory. He is giving and the first person to step up to help, not caring what kind of person he may be helping. Some would say there isn't a bad bone in his body, which shows when he tries to avoid all sorts of conflict. His first instinct is completely against what most Careers would think: talk, don't fight. He does know his way around weapons, quite a lot in fact, but he prefers to resort to not fighting because he doesn't agree with violence. He knows as a citizen of District Two he needs to keep up with certain training regimens and want the glory of the Games; it would accomplish his goal of being celebrated, but he would have to go against one of his biggest qualms in life.

He's a very cooperate person, always wanting to offer his services in any way he can to those he meets. Odd jobs or a shoulder to lean on aren't uncommon for Gryphon to step up for, doing everything as a duo or group instead of keeping things solo. He's extroverted in that way, even despite his awkwardness with his slightly withdrawn mind. Empathy runs deeply through him; he can generally empathize with anyone no matter the situation, a potentially negative situation arising from that.

He is a very cowardly person, keeping out of situations that tend to result negatively because he doesn't want to face the brunt of that. He likes to be optimistic about the world and pretend that everything works out positively, simply because he doesn't know any better. He is humble and innocent, believing that the world is a warm place without horrendous pain. It's partly because his childhood was fairly content and void of the depression that constantly plagues others. He dedicates himself to trying to make the world a better place, though. He's magnanimous so he forgives quickly and tries to work on fixing the problems at hand.

There's a particular slowness to him that is strange to identify. He's not extremely bright, but he isn't exactly unintelligent either. He doesn't excel or fail miserably, instead finding a nice little balance in the middle that he is quite content with. His thought processes are often a little odd and not as efficient as they could be, but he goes about life with a smile when others do not.

what you remember

Carson Layne and Evelyn MacAvoy were a typical couple, having met near the end of schooling and having felt that connection that usually meant there was something worth exploring. They did so, immediately finding a love that neither could have expected to be so passionate. In District Two, safety and security was pretty much everything but guaranteed and so they confidently loved each other with every ounce of their being. Carson was a simple blacksmith, making a lot of the metal for the weapons found in training centers throughout the Career Districts. He was a big advocate of traditional weaponry, not necessarily agreeing with the new age equipment the Capitol was such a big fan of. Evelyn was a healer's aid, excelling particularly with herbal remedies for minor colds and fevers. She never believed herself to be anything extraordinary and so never pursued a higher level job. They were content.

Evelyn died during childbirth for Gryphon. It was nothing that the doctors could have anticipated, and so it seemed to settle with Carson far easier than it should have. Immediately, the connection between Gryphon and Carson was strong. Carson held in his hands the last piece of his lover, and so he sucked up all of the pain and focused on raising his son. Which he did wonderfully. He committed all his time to working the forge and taking care of his little boy, often both at the same time. Gryphon was young when he started helping his father out, initially just holding various tools until his dad needed them. He could tell that his father dealt with a lot of issues mentally pretty early on, but Gryphon always aimed to be a positive part of his life.

It was his father's recommendation that Gryphon undergo training as most Careers do. Gryphon, a young kid against the idea of violence, accepted it to make his father proud. If there was one thing he had above most of the other Careers in training it was that he knew the weapons inside and out, showing quite a gift with many of them because he understood the inner workings of it. He found a liking to blunt weapons, mostly because he was familiar with the blacksmithing tools from the forge.

He never really fit in because of his slightly off-putting personality. There was always something odd about him socially and so he never found himself invited to many of the gatherings. Sure, he had a small group of friends he would spend his time with but none of them were anything special to him. His father was his best friend, hands down, and so he spent the majority of his time with him. From his pre-teen years until the age of fourteen, Gryphon worked side by side with his father to learn all the tricks of the trade.

During an incident with the forge, Carson lost his right hand; losing his dominant hand meant he could no longer work the hammer and be the blacksmith that was needed to keep all the tools up to par. His name had become more popular throughout the District so many different places were keeping up with his product. Stone collectors would give their metals to him to work out into various objects. With his injury, he had to pass it entirely on to Gryphon to man the forge with his expertise. It was something that Gryphon took as an honour. He wanted to make his father proud.

He continues to work the forge, nearing the more vulnerable years of being reaped and fearing what would happen if he were thrown into that position. With an understanding of weaponry, a particular strength with hammers and blunt weaponry, and numerous gifts in that area, Gryphon would be a safe bet. And yet he nervously avoids the idea of training against anyone or pursuing the idea any further. He takes care of his father and the blacksmithing job, hoping to one day make a mark on the world.

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