FINISHED - Treyson Cooper - D7

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: N A M E ? :

Treyson Cooper.

: N I C K N A M E ? : Trey.

: A G E ? : I'm seventeen. eighteen[/color]

: D I S T R I C T ? : Seven.

: G E N D E R ? : Male.[/left]

A P P E A R A N C E

: H A I R ? :

Dark brown, almost black, and long.[/size]

: E Y E S ? : Dark Brown.

: H E I G H T ?: 5'10”.

: O T H E R ? : Thick eyebrows, fairly muscular, tall, dark complexion, missing a tooth in the front.

: F A C E C L A I M : Munro Chambers.

: F U L L :

My hair is probably the thing I like most about my appearance. It’s my pride and glory, and it’s generally the first thing people notice when they look at me. It’s long, dark, and thick, almost like a mane or something. If I were an animal, I bet I’d be a black-haired lion. I love it; it hardly ever gets too greasy, I can style it in like 400 different ways, and it attracts chicks. The ladies love my hair, and hey, I don’t blame them. The only drawback: One time a little girl asked me if I was a boy or a girl, but you know. That kind of stuff happens.

My eyes are dark brown and framed nicely by my thick, long eyelashes. They’re decent eyes, and no more than that. I’m not going to say they’re beautiful or that they sparkle in the sun. I wish they did that. They’re a nice shade of brown and everything, I’m just saying they’re not the best eyes in the universe. I have pretty eyelashes, though. In fact, sometimes I wish they were less pretty and long. I think they might have been a contributing factor in the incident where the girl thought I was female.

My eyebrows are a different story. I hate how thick and dark they are. It’s like two overgrown caterpillars crawled up on my forehead and just died there. It’s gross, and I hate them. My lips are a little too full, considering I’m a boy. (I’m a guy, I swear, and I can prove it! Don’t believe what the little girl told you!) They’re tan-colored, the same as the rest of my body. I hardly ever part them in a smile, because I smile with my mouth closed. Why? You don’t want to know. Have you seen my teeth? Or lack thereof... II kind of lost one of my front teeth and it never grew back. I’ll explain it later, that belongs in History. Anyway, where were we?

I’m around five foot ten, so that’s pretty tall I guess. I’m an active guy, so I’m fairly muscular. I mean, I’m not disgustingly buff or anything, but when I flex it’s not flab. I have a dark complexion, so I don’t get sunburned easily. This is one of the reasons I walk around with my shirt off all the time; I don’t have to put on sunscreen. The other reason, well, I don’t look bad shirtless. And I’ve always been a bit of a show off.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

: S E X U A L I T Y ? : Heterosexual.[/size]

: G O O D ? : Thoughtful, generally kind, good at carving and building, Optimistic, Attractive, Confident, good sense of humor.

: B A D ? : Impulsive, Kinda Vain, Short-Tempered, Not all that smart.[/size]

: H A B I T S ? : Whistling, tapping on things, Chewing my lip.

: L I K E S ? : Playing guitar, carving, hanging out with friends, girls, climbing, girls, running, and girls.

: D I S L I K E S ? : Sitting still.

: F U L L :

I’m an overall thoughtful and kind person. I’m never intentionally mean to someone unless they’re mean to me. I try to look at problems from both sides because I like to be fair to other people. Treat other people the way you want to be treated. That’s how I roll. I’m a giving person by nature; I especially love to see the looks on peoples’ faces when I carve them something out of wood. It makes me happy to give people stuff, I don’t know why.

I love to carve things. You’ll almost always see me with a penknife and a block of wood in my hands. My best friend, Drew, taught me how to use a knife and a piece of wood to make all sorts of shapes, and now I’m really good at it. I’ll never be as good at it as he was, but I’m getting better every day.

I’m a very optimistic person, and I’m always looking at the glass half full. Or, at least, I’m always trying to. I hate being around people who are upset, because my mood always tends to flow with the mood of the room. If people around me are happy, then I’m happy, you know? Maybe that’s one of the reasons I’m a giver. I also don’t hold grudges for too long. Sometimes I’ll attempt to, but then I’ll figure it’s just a waste of energy and I’ll drop the grudge.

I’m confident, too, and I smile a lot even though it’s hardly ever with my mouth open. I think my confident air might help me to attract girls. It’s either that, or it’s my obvious masculine charm and good looks. Sorry, I can also be a little too confident and vain. I tend to dwell too much on appearance, especially my own. I spend, on average, thirty minutes in front of the mirror in the morning. I know what you’re probably thinking. What a conceited dolt! But I mean, if you’ve been blessed with good looks, why deny it?

I have a habit of whistling all the time. I don’t know what it is, but when a song gets stuck in my head, I whistle it. I’m also constantly drumming and tapping on things. Sometimes I do it without realizing it, and it drives my parents and my friends crazy sometimes. I can’t sit still, either. I’m very fidgety, and I talk with my hands and I pace when I’m telling someone something.

I have to admit, I'm not that smart. I mean, I'm socially smart; I'm good with people and I have common sense. But I'm not book-smart and I'm not good at solving problems.

I love playing guitar. I’m still learning, and I’m not saying I’m the best guitar player ever. But I love playing it. My father gave me the guitar that his father gave to him, and I’m teaching myself. My dad never learned how to play, so he couldn’t teach me. But he said my grandfather was a fantastic guitar player.

I have to admit, I love girls. Drew and I always attracted them, but he never seemed to notice how much they liked him. I notice their interest in me, though, and man, do I love it. I’m a hopeless romantic, and I think that just attracts even more girls. Some people might call me a player, but I disagree. I think scientists would call it mating. I think I read something about it once. It’s human nature for females to find suitable mates that will be able to both produce suitable offspring and be able to protect their families. I guess I am just that mate. For like, all the teenage girls in District seven.

I love to run, and not to brag or anything, but I’m really fast. I run everywhere; you will hardly ever catch me out for a slow-paced evening stroll. It might have something to do with the fact that I’m an impatient person. I don’t like slow things. Oh, wait, except for turtles. I like turtles, I have nothing against turtles.

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H I S T O R Y

: F A M I L Y ? : I’m an only child.

: S O C I A L S T A T U S ?: Upper-middle class, I think.

: F U L L :

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I really have nothing against my parents. They’ve always shown that they love me, and they’ve never ceased to give me attention. It’s probably because they don’t have any other kids to give their attention to. My family has always had enough money to take care of me, and we live in a cozy log cabin with running water and electricity and everything like that.

I’ve always had a lot of friends. Maybe I just have a certain charisma or something, because people tend to follow me. Anyway, I’ve never felt lonely before. When my friends aren’t there to talk to me, I have my girl friends ( notice, not my girlfriends, my girl friends. It’s a different type of relationship. I’m talking about my friends who are girls.) and my parents, too. It’s good that I have a lot of friends; it makes my life more interesting.

When I was 12, I was in a tree with Drew, and we were up in a pretty high branch. He dared me to jump from where we were sitting, and since I had jumped out of the very same tree tons of times before, I agreed. When I jumped, though, my foot snagged on a branch in midair, twisting me so that my face hit the ground before my feet. I managed to get my hands out in front of me to stop my fall a bit; my head didn’t hit the ground too hard. But my teeth just had to find that stray rock in the grass and hit it. One was knocked loose and one was knocked completely out; I lost a front tooth that day and it never grew back.

When I was about 14, I became a lot more interested in girls. But females seemed to be more interested in my best friend than in me. I don’t know why; I don’t think he was any better looking than me. He didn’t seem as crazy about girls as I was, though. Sure, he had a few girlfriends here and there, short relationships that seemed to mean more to the girl than to him. He also had that friend of his, Paisley, who he ended up dating later on. But if we were walking down the sidewalk and saw a good-looking dame, there was never an occasion where his eyes would pop out of his head.

Oh, and yeah, my best friend just died. You might know him as Amadeus Cumberland, the male tribute from District 7 in the 61st Hunger Games? The first time I met him, he told me his name, and I told him that was too hard to say. We were seven at the time. So he said I could call him by his middle name, Drew. He was like a brother to me, since neither of us had brothers of our own. Anyway, we did everything together. Until the Reaping, that is. And then he was like the first person to die.

I’m starting a sort of business, now. I’m selling my carvings. It’s more of like a hobby, I guess, since a lot of people don’t have enough extra money for stuff like that. I’m doing it for Drew. We had planned to sell them together when we got out of school. And he never got to finish school. I hope he’s watching me from somewhere, because I’m doing this for him.

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Codeword: Odair

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