Clashon Hopleen D2 ~DONE~

[Emma]

Name: Clashon Hopleen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:

-Dark Looking
-Evil Eye
-always looks mad

Personality:

-bloodthirsty
-wants to prove himself
-Cocky
-Enjoys boasting and Bragging
-Show off
-charming

History:

No siblings
Career training
Etc...

Codeword: <img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/16h2ibt.png">
Comments/Other:

[Emma]

name clashon hopleen
age eighteen
gender male
district two
nickname(s) ash

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

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♦ Appearance♦

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Muscles ripple through my body each time I lift a weight, each time I swing a sword, each time I through a dagger, or a spear. They are from 13 years of hard-core training. My skin has naturally dark complexion, like a deep tan. I think it accents nicely with my muscles. Makes me look quite a bit more buff, not that I'm not anyways. I am very tall, over 6 feet tall, with a solid weight, making it very hard to push me over or knock me down.

Not only is my body a piece of art but my face is too. Some say my cheekbones are too prominent, and my jaw too big for my face. They say that my nose is too big and flat, or my eye brows too thick. Some people say my lips are too plump, as if I lived in the Capitol, and had them "enhanced." Maybe some of those are flaws, but I also have some things to show off.

My smile is easily the most charming in the whole district! One flash from these pearly whites and any girl is in a trance, under my instant seduction. My eyes are another "girl-getting tool" as they are a unique colour and pattern. My eyes are a greenish hazel, being lighter around my pupil and darker around the edges. I keep my extremely curly hair very short and under control. Usually shorter along the sides beside my ears and longer on the top.

I am strong thanks to my fitness, and I am also fast. My legs are capable of long, quick strides, making me a very good sprinter. But I tend to be less agile while climbing, because my sized and weight prevents me from "getting a grip."

I usually wear plain tight-ish t-shirts with my favourite black jacket. I usually wear denim jeans with any old black sneakers.

♦ Personality♦

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My natural talent for being charming is my favourite quality about myself. Obviously. But I have to admit, I think I'm in love. Yep. Believe it or not, I love a girl. Her name is Mollie, and she is perfect. I am only myself around her. I can tell her anything. I hold her higher than anything in the world except perhaps my reputation. We have been together for about 4 months, and we met at Games Training.

Some people say that I brag too much. That I'm a show off. That I am always boasting. Maybe I am. But I deserve the right to brag. If I am the best, than who shouldn't know? Who wouldn't want to hear about how much I bench-press or how fast I can throw a spear. I know if I was someone else, I would, so that I could set a goal and work harder to be the best. Being the best is the most important thing in my life other than Mollie. Being the best in a must. If I'm not the best, it gets to me. I get nervous. Anxious. Jumpy, all the time. Itching to train and get better, get bigger, and be the best.

Everyone tells me that I'm the best. They tell me that they're jealous, and they want to be me. They tell me how well I would do in the Games. This only builds my ego. But it also gives me a voice, in the back of my head, edging me to prove it, to show them how good I really am. I suppose its a thirst to earn a place among the people I practically lead. You may now understand, but I don't expect you too. Its a thing in the back of my mind that makes me WANT to go to the arena. Makes me WANT to slaughter my fellow teens and tributes. Makes me WANT to show how much I have learned, how much i can do. And what I'm capable of.

Red is my favourite colour. The bright deep colour of blood. Blood on white snow. How do I know? I have cut myself while practicing in the yard. Swinging a sword or throwing and catching a knife. I was 12 the first time. A little amateur, but I didn't even wince. I stood in admiration of the beauty of it. Blood on snow. Sometimes in winter, I will cut my hand on purpose, so that I may sit for hours, looking at the red on white. Would you call me crazy? I dare you to.

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♦ History♦

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My childhood wasn't much of a childhood. There wasn't a lot of laughing. Not a lot of cartoons, or bike rides. I went into Games Training at the age of 5. I learned little then because I was so young. More survival stuff, like fire starting and basic weapons like knife throwing. All I knew was being a career, and that's still all I know.

But it was still fun. I barely cried over anything other than when I wanted something. I have no siblings, so I never had to share. I have always had enough. My parents both work in a Peacekeeper training physicality, and both encourage me to continue on the be a peacekeeper if I don't go to the games. They also seem like they live through me, sending me to Games training and egging me into the arena. Like they want all the fun. Too bad for them, they won't get any fun, because the glory is all mine.

We live in a decent home, with two bedrooms. It isn't huge, but its comfortable. My room is smaller than my parents and its full of work-out gear and posters of past victors and memorable almost-victors. I also have a dart board, which I actually use to throw kitchen knifes into when I'm bored or angry. The living room has a couple of couches and a good sized TV. The kitchen is a good size too, same with the rest of the house. The bathroom has a shower, a bath, and a sink. It also has hot running water.

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♦ Comments ♦

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Codeword: Finnick, where did your last name go? <img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/16h2ibt.png"> it is.
Thanks.

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[Emma]

Done !

[Emma]

Bump

[Emma]

Bump again...

[Emma]

Bumb Again?

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Accepted!

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