CAPITOL //SALVATOR "GREASE" HEPHATEUS [DONE]

[cass]

Name: GREASE
Age: 22
Gender: Male
District/Area: The Capitol
Appearance:

JOHNNY DEPP >:D

Personality:

MY FLITH. LOVE IT SO MUCH <3 I RECKON I SMELL LIKE A DREAM. THE OTHERS STARE AS IF THEY ARE REPLUSED. IT HURTS MY FEELINGS. LOL TRY GET ME TO DO SOME WORK BITCHES. WOOT! I FOUND A NEW MUTT. OH OH PLEASE BASE ONE OFF OF ME :D. GOD GIVE ME OIL AND DIRT AND YOU HAVE A HAPPY MAN. NOOO SOCIALLY AWKWARDNESS. HIDE RUN DA PEOPLE ARE COMING D: I CAN'T TALK TO ANY OF THEM. I'M SMART THOUGH I HAVE A BRAIN. WHY WOULD I BE AN ENGINEER? I GUESS I STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND THE SOCIAL STUFF I JUST DON'T GET IT. I WISH THEY WOULDN'T JUDGE ME THOUGH, BECAUSE REALLY I AM A DECENT GUY. JUST GET PAST THE SLIME, FILTH AND SMELL OH YEAH AND SOCIALAWKWARDNESS AS WELL AS THE CLOUD OF STINK THAT SEEMS TO FOLLOW ME AND WE CAN BE FRIENDS :D

History:

I HAVE A MUM AND DAD BUT THEY DITCHED ME WHEN I BEGAN TO STINK THE HOUSE OUT. I HAVE A LOT OF HURT FEELINGS AND I AM PRETTY SURE THAT THAT ANGER AND HURT GOES INTO MY MUTTS. I MEET A GIRL ONCE. WELL NO I ACTUALLY HAVE MEET A LOT OF GIRLS. SHE WAS DIFFERENT SHE TRIED TO CHANGE ME. MADE ME CLEAN. THEN I ACCIDENTLY... ERR WELL I THINK YOU GUISE DON'T NEED TO KNOW :P I LOVE MY JOB. WORKING WITH THE MUTTS NOT DOING MUCH WORK. NOT PULLING MY WEIGHT AROUND. WHATS NOT TO LOVE? LOL THIS ONE TIME I CREATED A MUTT THAT THIS RANDOM GUY HAD DESIGNED AND IT TRIED TO KILL ME. EVERYONE SAID IT HAD ALMOST DONE THE WORLD A FAVOUR. I STILL DON'T GET WHAT THAT MEANS.

Codeword: WHERE IS FINNICK? ODAIR HE IS!
Comments/Other:

Capitol// The Prometheus Conundrum

Doing
Deep Thought
Talking
Hearing

LYRICS | AWAKEN MY SOUL

[cass]

Salvator Hephateus'

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies

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"Grease? Get yo ass ova here." That was his nickname. They all called him Grease. He didn't mind, not on the outside, but who know what the guy thought on the inside? To be honest no one cared. The man was tall, and he stood up at the call of a name he didn't particularly like, but he excepted it. He didn't think he had a choice. "Yeah boss, comin." The boy mutters under his breath. he stands up from his position. At first you think he looks like any normal Capitol guy. Different. But that isn't true.

What you think is tanned skin browned for ours in the sun is actually a thick layer of grease that covers skin that seems to unnaturally pale. Underneath the layer of oil that seems to permanently cover him is pale skin. Not quite white as the effects of the grease of stained unkept skin. He wipes his hands on an old rag before chucking it over his shoulder. It did nothing to the thick layer of grime that stuck to his skin. It was just habit. His face seemed normal, even by the Capitol standards. The only thing drastic that was down to his body was the many tattoos that littered his body, but part from that he was as normal as any person. A very stinky, dirty and disgusting person that is.

A long chin jutted out of a some what squarish face, to average sized lips sat below a slightly bigger nose then one would think was “normal”, his lips held the look of one always trying to suppress a smile and over time small creases had gathered at the edges of his lips. His body was strong and with each step he took closer to the man you could see the muscles ripple under his body. It showed no signs of old age, but then again the man was still young.

The man was a rash man he wasn’t one to think before acting, this had gotten him into quiet al lot of trouble over the times. But he didn’t mind, trouble made life fun, it got you excited and happy. It was better than sitting and doing nothing. Salvator liked to have fun. Getting in trouble is not the same thing as fun, although it is fun. He likes to go out and party, and although he is a very lazy guy at work, when he isn’t work he likes to joke around and enjoy himself. He drinks. He drinks really heavily. The bad thing is he can get drunk in minutes flat. It is very funny when he gets drunk!

Trying to get Salvator to work is very hard. He is a very stubborn ass that does not like to work. No matter how many itmes you beg or ask he will not do a job unless he feels like it. He loves his job though. he does a really good job, when you can motivate him. He does work hard when he satrts something, and when he does starthe will always finish a job to the best of his ability. He doesn't slack once he has started something, but the hard thing is trying to convince him to do something. It takes a lot of effort, and Salvator usually runs out patience quickly and will become short temperered. So good luck. Salvator is a very smart man though, you have to be smart to be an engineer, they don't just let idiots into this kind of things making mutts is very tough stuff.

The one thing he fails at the ost is anything social, he is just not a social guy. He is extremely socially awkward and never knows what to say in situsations. He will become nervous easily. He gets easily offened as he is so use to everyone just ditching him, because of his smells and how he looks, but deep down he is actually a really decent guy. It takes time, but once someone takes the time to know him he is a really good guy. You just need to get past the stink and his social awkwardness first!

He has a mum and dad, but after he started to wollow inhis own filth his mother kicked him out of the house, he was only fouteen when he was left to find a job, finish school and find somewhere to live. His father is a coward and said nothing to the woman as their only son was sent out into the streets of the Caitol to defend for himself. At first he just walked around, he slept in the street and scavenged whatever he could. he stopped going to school. School wasn't important to him ,and when you could remeber over two hundred of the numbers in pie you didn't really need school. Schhol was for the dumb people, the people who needed to study to be smart. He wasn't one of those people.

He started off by getting a job at a little shop, but the place did nothing to help the burning desire he felt to make things, to invent the things he wanted. So after a few quick weeks working in a bakery he left. He moved on he tried to find other jobs, but none of them interested him. Then he came along one of the Mutts on a street. It was a very starnge one, it went around eating all the rubbish on the road. At first look it intereested him. He found himself following, he followed it and followed it watching everything it did. He then went back to the little area he had called home and started drawing. He designed his own Mutt. It was a very strange one, what it did was hang from tall poles and whenever it got dark the things mouth would open shining a light brighter then any normal light.

He took the design to a building, the really big one that did all the testing, and after a few long hours he had a job. The boy hasn't regrette dit ever since, he longs for one day a Mutt to be named after him ,but he knows that the day he makes the Mutt that is perfect it will have his name on it, he justneeds to wait a little longer.

Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free

ODAIR

[cass]

DONE! >:D

[cameron]

accepted! <3