Thomas Estrada {D8}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Name: Thomas Estrada
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
District: Eight

Appearance:
Seriously? Analyze my own appearance? As if anyone in their right mind would enjoy doing that. Okay, that’s a false statement. But I’m not the type to gloat over my features, especially since there’s not much to brag about in the first place. Even at my old age, it seems like puberty refuses to go near me. My height absolutely hates me, and my round chubby cheeks do more so. There’s no expressing my distaste for those sly remarks over how I don’t even look reaping age. And that’s why I hold no desire to discuss these physical qualities of mine.

More? Got to be kidding me. Do other’s usually go on for centuries explaining their outer qualities? Oh well. Short brunette locks hang from the top of my head, while eyes of the identical color match a bit below. Already shared about my annoying baby face. Hardly any muscle to me, despite how much I consume. I’m just nothing but a scrawny little boy. No wonder my moms took me with them when they left the foster home; I probably wouldn’t have made it fending for myself.

Personality:
Honestly, I don’t see the point in this. Doesn’t seem like I have many options though. Now I need to describe the details on my inner self? Asking an awful lot. Luckily, I’m not the type for controversies though. Staying out of altercations is most likely the biggest thing about me. Don’t get me wrong; I will stand up for myself if I must. I simply choose my battles very wisely. Most importantly, I avoid the physical brutalities. As declared before, I don’t have much strength to back me up.

It was my moms that gave me this wonderful gift of being good and kindhearted. Guess it’s not the worst trait in the Panem to have. They pretty much made me into the young man I am today: caring, protective, and free-willed. Our small family of three is tightly bonded, causing me to be weary of anyone outside of it. With the two of them by my side, other friends would be pointless. Kids my age are rude and disrespectful, constantly teasing me over being a wimp or appearing like one. I’ll never change my ways, no matter what insults are given towards me. My two moms understand me, and that’s all I need.

So maybe I’m not the toughest youth on the block. The only concerns of mine are watching over my family, and getting through life. It’s the simple things that provoke a grin across my cheeks. Joking around, playing games, being around loved ones, what else is ever needed? Feels like so much is required to make some people happy; obstacles that have to be overcome due to a troublesome past. As for me, I’m content with what I’ve been given. There’s no sob story that keeps a frown upon my lips. I’m just an average kind of guy.

History:
An awful lot is being asked here. Isn’t it boring listening to me ramble about myself? Well alright, here is goes. My daily routine was dramatically altered because of my Mothers, whom adopted me. They met in a foster home at the young age of thirteen. Took them a couple of years of being best friends, before they realized the attraction they had for one another. That was just about the time I arrived at the foster home, only a few months old. Couldn’t count how many occasions this story’s been told to me. Instantly they fell in love with me as well, and took it upon themselves to raise me as their own. But eventually everyone has to leave the home when they turn eighteen, and I was far behind them.

There was no questioning what had to be done. They refused to leave me behind, where I’d be left with no one to care for me. Hard to tell what would of happened if they didn’t adopt me. Now I have no recollection of the foster home we all met in, since they saved me from that misery at the age of three. It was rough getting by as a group of orphans, but somehow they pushed us through. Lots of working was brought onto the both of them, yet somehow they still managed to be present enough to make me into the gentleman I am today. Life became no easy road, though it was enjoyable nonetheless.

Mainly good memories cloud my thoughts. Not like there’s much of a point in concentrating on the struggles. Over the years things became easier for all of us. Despite being together, one of my moms flirts with her boss for easier hours and more pay, with the approval from the other of course. They work less due to this, which I can’t complain over. Seeing those bags fade from under their eyes seems very much worth it. Let’s just say I wouldn’t alter a single aspect of my life.

Code: O'dair
Face claim: Hayden Byerly
Other: Nope...

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