Pyrite Obsidian | District Two {FIN}

Pyrite Obsidian
46 | Male | Pansexual

Death is something that plagues many families in the nation of Panem. My family is one of them, even if my son didn't remember me in his final moments. Andesite was a sweetheart as a little boy. I raised him until around the age of four, when he was adopted by a man who went by G. Flynn. Flynn promised to take good care of him, as my wife and I couldn't afford to do so, as we were already caring for his older brother as well, and we weren't a very wealthy family at the time.

In Andesite's ten years living with Flynn, I would only see him on occasion out on the District's streets. I would wave hello, and the young boy would have no idea who I was, but wave back in response. He never knew his parents' faces. He would never recognize my wife and I, knowing no different than his life with whom he assumed was his uncle, Flynn. I often wish I could have raised him, but unfortunately, we were too poor at the time to do so.

Andesite, or as almost everyone called him, Andy, was reaped for the 72nd Hunger Games. His death was the first one of the Games, and was the result of he and his allies being ambushed. I cried as it happened, as did my wife, as well as my other son, Marcasite. Marcasite, who goes by Marc, had no idea that he had a brother until the reaping of those Games, and it causes me to feel somewhat guilty for not telling him.

In my life, the only people I had ever lost to death before Andy were my parents. They both died of different illnesses, and we couldn't help them through it due to our lack of income. Nowadays, we make more money thanks to Marc, who works a job now. Throughout his life, Marc was a year older than Andy, and as a result, was fifteen when Andy was killed. Marc has been a rather angry individual since Andy's passing, which means he has taken it in a much different way than my wife and I have. We've taken it with sadness, rather than rage.

Marcasite looks much more like me than Andesite ever did. Andy took after his mother in appearance with his blond hair. I, however, have dark hair that Marcasite inherited. I was a career when I was younger, training for the Hunger Games. Growing up, Marc was as well, as I trained him. Therefore, we both have rather strong and muscular builds. 

I've always been the determined type. I'm not someone who gives up on things very easily, and I'm very stubborn. Some, however, call me a bit manipulative, which is because of my willingness to do just about anything to get what I want to get done, done. I'm willing to trick others into doing some of the work for me, too, if that's all that can get it done. My wife doesn't like this aspect of me, but it's one of the very few flaws she doesn't find appealing in my personality.

Due to the training that I did when I was younger, as well as the training that I helped Marc with for quite a few years, I have many scars on my body. I also have a rather weak left knee, now, as I once dislocated it while attempting to scale a climbing wall at the age of eighteen. I failed, fell to the ground, and got quite a bit injured. I don't regret it, though, as I feel that it was a good learning experience for me.

These days, my family and I truly miss Andy. Despite Marc never having known him, and us having been separated from him for ten years, we still feel as if he was something that was taken out of our lives when he was reaped. Losing him sunk me into a depression for quite a while. Now, though, I am much better at coping with what happened, as it's been over four years since his death happened. Glad that Marc is no longer of reaping age, I finally feel that my family is safe now.