KELLAN FRAY | DISTRICT ONE | FIN

Kellan has always been handsome. Exceptionally so. His blonde hair that is so easily bleached by the sun falls in a neat mess on top of his head. The locks are just ling enough to sweep across his brow, but have never been long enough to obscure his view. His father said that it was a hindrance and Kellan agreed. It could very easily keep him from scoping out a person in the games, and might even cost him his life. Usually in the long days of the week, it is beaded with sweat due to his constant training, but in the week's short end, he keeps it styled so carefully to stay in a contained mess like he likes it.

His eyes are the color of the emerald birthstone that represents the month in which he was born. It is as if the lowly working class part of his district mined the stones out and fashioned his eyes out of them. They sparkle with warmth in the daylight, and become fierce with determination when he wants them to be. They are very, very good at hiding emotion. Mainly pain. All of the years of dealing with it has made keeping it inside second nature. They are shaped like thin almonds, framed with dark lashes. His eyes are one of his favorite parts about himself, and he stares at them every time he looks into the mirror after showering.

His shoulders are wide, and his chest is thick with muscle, and it's all well deserved after the long days spent trying to keep his body healthy. Only eating the foods his mother told him he could have, working out every day like his dad said, and pushing himself passed the limit for both of them. His knuckles and elbows are covered in tiny, thin scars that make him feel a bit proud of himself. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

He dresses to impress, and not completely by choice. His parents tell all of their children that they aren't raising common fools. Kellan always has to stand out and make an impression, not that he minds. He likes the attention he gets whenever he walks into a room, it reassures him that he is doing what his parents want. Really, he would dress nicely even if his parents didn't push him into it. He enjoys all of the looks he gets, all of the silent pleas, begging for what they can't have.

It is no secret that Kellan is self centered. He has always been that way, even as a child. Constantly trying to appease his parents, and succeeding, has added loads of self confidence throughout the years. He thinks he is better than anyone who works day to day in order to survive, and doesn't mind telling them. He only tolerates the people that fall in the same financial area as him because his parents make him. Keeping up appearances is key. He never knew if one of them might end up being a faithful ally in the games some day, anyway.

Like any career, he looks forward to being in the Hunger Games, and is counting down the days until he is in them. He looks forward to being claimed victor, and finally proving to everyone that he truly is the greatest. He already knows he is, he is still waiting on everyone else to figure it all out.

Kellan is exceptionally smart. He spends every bit of time it takes to understand and finish his schoolwork. He doesn't care how long it takes, because his determination and competitive edge forces him to try. Practice makes perfect. He refuses to take no for an answer, and once he sets his mind on something, he won't stop until he has achieved it.And he'll do anything to win, because it doesn't matter how he wins, so long as he does. He is willing to do what it takes to come out on top, even if it means hurting somebody. The way he sees it, is that they'll get over being insulted and outperformed, but he won't get over wasting all those years of hard work.

He has severe claustrophobia, and keeps it a secret because having flaws isn't okay. It isn't okay that being in a cluttered space, or even a small space could be what gets him killed is unacceptable. So, when he is taking knot-tying classes and learning how to set himself free, he just grits his jaw and tries to ignore the shaking and sweating. He can't have anything wrong with him, he has to be perfect. He is perfect.

On very, very rare occasions, Kellan can be quite the gentleman and actually mean to be. Most of the time he only seduces girls so that he can get what he wants out of them, but there are times when he thinks he might actually like another person. So far, they have always ended up disappointing him, and failure is unacceptable, so all of his relationships are short lived. People don't seem to mind how disgusting his personality can be, and they keep crawling back to him like starving animals. Pathetic, if you ask him. He won't even consider dating a girl unless she impresses him training-wise. Non-careers don't stand a chance.

Kellan doesn't remember much of his early childhood, and what he does makes no sense. His parents convinced him that the memories of him having a twin brother were false and that he probably just had an imaginary friend, but he still isn't entirely convinced. He shouldn't be. If the senses all those years of training enhanced told him he shouldn't believe what his parents told him, then they were right. Kellan was born in District Ten, and after his parents made a fatal flaw, he was taken from them and his twin brother. He was sent to Tarver and Ursala Fray, a young, newly-wed couple. They took him as a challenge, as proof that they could turn anyone into a fighter.

He was only five, so it was easy for them to tell him all of his memories weren't true, that he'd been raised by their hands only. He questioned them at first, before he truly understood that it didn't even matter, and was always punished. Where he came from didn't matter to him eventually, and instead he focused on where he was going. Besides, his parents are the ones that raised him, not the ones that gave birth to him. He would choose to stay, even if he found out the people he calls his parents weren't really at all. They treated him with the same attention that they showed the children they later had.

A slew of them, each deadly and each willing to prove themselves at an given moment. His considers his brother, Nathaniel, his biggest competition, because he is closest to him in age and proves to be just as capable as he is. Really, he despises him the most of his other siblings, and also respects him the most. Although he hates him, he values how hard he trains. The two really go hand in hand other than Nate isn't disgusted by everyone besides himself.

Next was his sister, Labyrinth. Smart, cunning and a quick thinker. There are times he considers Labby his biggest competition, and perhaps he is smart to do so. His parents conceived her within weeks of having Nate, and she is less than a year younger than him because of it. She usually sides with him over Kellan in their fights, and is also seen with him most of the time. The twins, Briar and Thicket, seemed to be obsessed with the killing part of the games, much like Kellan is, from an early age. Pillar, although not very competent at training, is still one of the only siblings Kellan tolerates. Lastly, Justice, much like Kellan, was concerned with his appearance. Too much.

When people hear the Fray name, they shiver with fear. Because they know that messing with one of them is dangerous. Each of them were raised to be lethal, to be weapons of destruction. They aren't just feared, but valued. Other parents hope that their children one day marry a Fray child so that they can help continue such a great legacy. Still, all work and no play has left little room for feelings in the Fray household. Each child is forced to think of themselves and no one else. Only one can remain victorious. The question is, will Kellan even be given the chance to prove himself? And if so, would he really have the skills to win? He believes he will, and so does everyone else.