Zagreus Moon | District Eight | FIN

One could say that I look like the way I act- dark. I have dark hair and dark eyes, with sharp facial features. I dress nicely most of the time, wearing collared shirts or other things that make me feel like I look attractive. Always having been rather confident in my looks, I hold myself confidently, standing up straight. I'm muscular, as well as rather athletic, which are probably caused by one another. My body is also heaving scarred from the amount of fights I've gotten in over time.

The scars I have don't make me dislike my appearance, even if they mean I have flaws in how I look. What does bother me about my appearance, however, is that I have an uneven stance, due to the length of my legs being a bit different from one another. Despite this, I don't let people know that it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, especially when they point it out. My legs and arms are both rather strong, which makes me rather good at physical fights, and I am proud of my physical abilities. I keep myself as fit as I can, and try to make the rest of my appearance as good as possible so that people overlook what I don't like.

When I was young, before my parents taught me a lesson, I was a well-behaved, respectful person. Now, my parents have shown me that it's best for me to be strong, determined and vicious towards others. They want me to be in the Games, and the only reason I want to is to make them happy, or more specifically, not disappointed with me. I don't really like a lot of people, and not many people like me. I tend to avoid those that aren't like me. I'm violent and vicious, always getting into trouble at school and outside of my home.

I don't have many good hobbies, according to people I meet. I like to break things that belong to others and cause as much trouble as I can. Cooperating well with others is not a trait that I have. Mostly, I tend to have daily arguments with the people that I meet, and I will say, I'm rather good at making enemies. Sometimes I hate my life, though, as I never feel loved or comforted by anyone. It may seem like I'm a person who would enjoy that, but not everyone can tolerate being alone and unloved their entire life. Yes, my parents do praise me when I do what they want me to, but it's not a feeling of love. It's much different.

Often, I wished I could have a good, well-structured friendship. Unfortunately, that won't happen as long as I do what my parents want me to. I obey them because I want to avoid their abusive behavior, but that means that I can't be myself, how I truly want to be. What am I like on the inside? I'm considerate of others and I don't want to see anyone get hurt. Although, no one will ever see that side of me with the restrictions in place in my life.

Deep secrets are normally meant to be kept away from others. You're supposed to keep them to yourself and not tell another soul. I, however, feel that if I am going to explain what I do in life, one should know what my motives are. I was born into a family that didn't just simply want a child. They wanted me to do their dirty work. Abusive, violent people are the ones who raised me. Their pure reasoning for giving me life, as they have told me, was to bring the destruction of others. Most people in the lower Districts don't want anything to do with the Games, but my parents had a child so they could watch me fight, and see if I was good enough of a child to win the Hunger Games.

“Zagreus,” my mother would say, “I brought you into this world to show the greatness of our family, not to bring us shame.”

Smack!

My mother would deliver a harsh hit to my face, but I couldn't complain or whimper, even as a young child. I needed to show her that I was worthy of her love, and the only way to do that was to show her that I was a fighter. My parents wanted me to get into trouble in school, which meant I had to. I would fight with other children, physically and verbally, earning me detentions and other punishments quite frequently. If I'm not disciplined, according to my parents, I would never learn how to be strong. If I'm not disciplined, according to my parents, I would never be able to endure the pain it takes to win the Games.

I grew up without many friends. There were one or two acquaintances that showed up along the way, but I've never really stuck with anyone long-term. Relationships were never my thing, either. No one liked me enough to want to be in a relationship with me, anyway. The few 'friends' that I have, simply meaning they are a little bit more than acquaintances, are those that don't judge. One would think that an anxiety-ridden young girl and her autistic cousin would stay as far away from a violent child as possible, whereas, in reality, they are the few friends that I have, if anyone would be able to be considered my friends.