shasta || district two || cbd1 || fin

Pretty boy, you're not sure how many times you've heard that damned title thrown your way ever since you've grown near your adulthood years. From afar, you've heard, you're like a piece of finely shaped porcelain, pleasing to the eye yet almost fragile in appearance. That, at least, used to get a chuckle laced with cynicism out of you before it grew stale - it was no secret that ten years in the Career academies could not fix the genetics that left you a tall, skinny, lanky kid even after your eighteenth birthday.

But what many people forgot about porcelain is that for all its beauty, it's often cold and hard to the touch. Though you fit neither description physically - you are, after all, perfectly and completely human - you've never been the sort to enjoy interaction with the vast majority of the public. Though it's more from a crippling anxiety than it is a genuine disdain, that nevertheless keeps the majority out of your bubble, reducing interaction to politeness in daily life and violence in the training sessions.

But you don't mind. You're tougher than you look, and you'll endure whatever comes your way. Pretty boy you might be, underneath your porcelain skin lies bones of steel, and may Ripred have mercy on any that find that out the hard way.