Lincoln Hammerfell D2 [done]

Appearance:

One thing I like about myself is my height. I'm nothing compared to my giant brother, Odysseus, but I'm still up there, standing about five foot ten inches tall. I'm not the strongest person in the world, but I do have muscles. Mostly because I don't train much anymore. I used to train, a lot, but things went downhill, and my muscles have slowly started disappearing. It's a shame really, but one day I'll gain them back. I have a head full of dark brown hair that's usually messy. Sometimes it looks like I just crawled out of bed. Sometimes, if I'm feeling good enough, I'll try to comb it down. I hate when it gets too shaggy and starts covering my ears, but sometimes I can't get the haircut that I need. My face is covered with scruffy facial hair. I've tried growing out a beard, but so far it hasn't worked really well. My eyebrows are bushy. My blue eyes are shaped like almonds, and it always looks like I'm squinting. I don't know what's up with it, really, but I guess it's just my normal. My cheek bones are high, and I have dimples from smiling a lot. I'm always smiling. My nose is large, and sometimes I sneeze out black soot from working so much. Being a blacksmith is hard work what can I say?

My skin is pale making the soot stand out even more. I scrub and scrub and try to get it off, but it's harder than I imagined. Scrubbing turns my skin raw, and leaves terrible rashes, and red spots from trying so hard, so I usually give up. It's on my neck, under my fingernails, caked against my face. I have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I like to keep my teeth clean and pearly white because I can't stand having nasty breath, and I want to keep my teeth for as long as possible. My lips are tiny and pale. My voice is deep, but sometimes it cracks when I try to scream at someone - it's really embarrassing. My clothes are baggy, and ragged, but I'm always busy and don't have time to go out and buy new clothes every day. I've heard that I favor my father more than my mother. Compared to the rest of my body, my torso is small, and my legs are long. I tend to walk with a limp. I'm not sure if something happened, but it's how I've always been. My ears are large, and sometimes I feel like it's a reason people will stare at me. But all in all, I'm me, and there's nobody that can take that away.

Personality:

I sometimes live in a world of pain and misery. Watching Mason die in the games was one of the hardest things I've ever done. It had a profound effect on me. It changed how I viewed life. It changed my way of thinking. For the longest time I thought a career would always remain a career. A bloodthirsty monster, but that is far from true. Mason was strong, skilled with many weapons, an amazing hand to hand fighter, but it wasn't enough. His death left me wondering why I should train when a skilled person, like him, died? But I kept going. I thought it would help me heal. I thought it would make my world better. And maybe for a moment I was right. But once again, life slapped me across the face when Orion volunteered for the games. He wasn't a career like Mason. And I had hope for him, but he met an untimely fate. It left me wondering why this happened? I'm a good person, and bad things shouldn't happen to good people. But it has. It's destroyed my entire life. Two games in a row. It left me questioning what the purpose of life is. Should I try to become someone better? Should I pretend like I don't hurt? I'm tired of putting a smile on every single day. It's just a mask, and sometimes I wish people would pull it away.

It left me thinking that all lives matter. Every single person. I've never killed anyone, and I've never wanted to. I just trained to keep myself alive. To survive. That's all I know. Even when people do wrong, they deserve a second chance. Bad guys aren't always bad, and they can use a friend. Someone to help guide them through life, and I want that person to be me. I want to help them. I want to bring a smile to a hurting person's face. It means the world to me. It brings me great joy that I struggle to find in every day life. I'm very protective of those who I'm around all the time. I'll do what I have to. I can be a smart funny person. I can make people laugh. I can hold a person when they're crying. I care for the young children, and I want the best for them. I want them to grow up happy. I want them to realize that there's more in life than just training for a life that could lead to death. I have a soft spot for them, especially if they're in need. If someone helps me, I'll never forget it. I'll always remember it.

I'm a hard working man. Whenever I'm given a task, I do what I can to make sure it's completed. It's important. I want people to come to me when they ask me to do something. I want them to know that I'm reliable, honest, and trustworthy. But sometimes I hide things from them. If I realize it's going to end with someone getting angry, I'll try to keep it a secret. If someone does something wrong, and I know where the person is hiding, I'm not going to tell. I'm loyal to anyone who's loyal to me. I do what I can. Lying is hard, and I hate it, but I don't want to see anyone innocent killed. I try to keep to myself, and I try to focus on my work that I'm given because sometimes it's best off that way. Sometimes it's worth it all just to leave people alone. I'm not a very talkative person, but I'm not shy. Sometimes I just have nothing to say. Nothing wrong with that. I work best when I'm alone, and someone isn't staring over my shoulders. I want to make things with my hands. I want to make people realize that I am a man of my word. And I just hope that nobody takes advantage of me.

History:

When I was younger, I thought life was perfect. I did everything I was supposed to. I went to school every single day it was open. I studied hard. I did well. I was the model child. Whenever school was out, I went with dad to the training center, and I learned to become a career. I trained with weapons. Swords, knives, bows and arrows. I did it all because my dad wanted me to. He owned the gym, so why not make sure his children were taught well? I fought with Mason with swords. I walked through first aid with Orion. I watched Torka become stronger as he played with fire. I always loved working with weights and making myself stronger. I wanted to be physically dominate compared to everyone. I wanted to be the best. But it was all I knew. It was almost like I was brain washed into believing this was the only way of life. My routine remained the same for many years. Wake up, go to school, train, go home, study, sleep. Of course I would eat too. Can't be going hungry because that doesn't work well.

My schedule changed the moment Mason was reaped for the sixty-ninth hunger games. I started missing school because I wanted to watch and make sure he was okay. I knew him from training, and I knew he was strong enough to win. And for a while, I thought he would win. But it didn't happen. I stopped really trying when I went to the gym to train. I mainly focused on lifting weights, and then I started wondering how these weapons were made. I went to a blacksmith, and was lucky enough to become an apprentice. I watched for hours. Every movement. Everything. It was perfect. It was something I could do. Something to pass time. Sometime to make sure that I didn't have to train every single day. Then the following year, Orion volunteered for the games. A quell. And he made it much further than I thought he would. Before he died, Odysseus went missing, and I was walking through the district one day when Torka set a peacekeeper on fire. It terrified me. Watching the man cry out for mercy. Watching him scream, and Torka just stood there laughing. The fire was raging hot, and I tried to hide because I didn't want him to notice I was there. And I watched as another peacekeeper took him away. It was a while before I saw him again.

Because of that moment, it made me afraid of fire because I figured out what it could do. But I kept my job as a blacksmith's apprentice. I wanted to fight the fear. I wanted to find something to ground myself with. And it made it easier for me to deal when Orion didn't survive. Now, it's just something to keep me busy. Something to do so I'm not sitting around thinking about Mason and Orion all the time. It's a way to fight the sorrow that tries to creep inside me sometimes. Everyone needs a distraction. I soon was able to start working by myself. I went from an apprentice to having my own job. I like making swords and axes. I'm sure some of those that I make are in my father's gym. I sell them to him for a cheaper price because he is my dad, but I still need to make money. Yeah, I live in district two, and it should make me rich, but it isn't all that it's made up for. I feel like it's a stereotype.

My life changed once again when Torka volunteered for the games. I don't want to watch another brother die. I can't deal with it. I thought he was safe after someone volunteered for him in the seventy-third games, but I was wrong. He ran the first chance he got. I guess it's an honor thing. When I'm not working, I spend my free time reading books and writing. The books aren't that fun, but I want to keep my smarts up. I want to stay intelligent in case I need it one day, and writing helps to get out emotions that hammering a metal blade can't do. And sometimes, I find these children books to read to the young children. They need to learn, and if I can give them a different view of life rather than the lean mean killing machine, I'll be doing another wonderful part of my job.