Galax Castile [Distirct 2]
Dec 27, 2011 17:57:41 GMT -5
Post by Lenoura on Dec 27, 2011 17:57:41 GMT -5
Name: Galax Castile
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:
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Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:
Stunning. That's really all there is to it. Galax was blessed with looks. If only he could have been blessed with a decent personality, but no.
He stands at a height of five feet, nine inches and weighs around 145-155 pounds, give or take. His posture is overbearingly perfect and his build is lean and fit. One thing he can't stand are ridiculously muscled individuals, it freaks him out. Training as a career has built him to be a fighter, and his body is both strong and agile. His skin is pale with an olive undertone, and his hands are calloused over from years of handling weapons and fighting. He has a light pink scar that stretches across his left breast, something he received during his earlier years of training when his loud mouth got him into serious trouble.
Galax's face is triangularly shaped with a pointed chin and hard jaw line. His forehead is usually hidden by his wild dirty blond hair which he usually styles in a spiked fashion, or a calmer less jagged version. His pointed nose fits his face to perfection and his eyes are somewhat sunken on his face. The irises are a very muddy brown, almost appearing red when he gets really angry. His skin is flawless, he actually has no idea what acne is. His mouth is slightly large with semi-full lips that are a shade of dark pink. He wears a stud on his left ear, something his parents had no choice but to accept. What he wants, he gets.
On normal days Galax usually wears dark blue or black jeans, and an array of tightly fitted t-shirts. His wrists are constantly covered in bracelets, typically rope like in appearance, he feels it makes him stand out. Sneakers are his shoes of choice, but when training comes along, it's boots, all the way. He enjoys looking his best, what narcissist doesn't? Whenever the occasion calls for it, he also has a plethora of buttoned down shirts and jackets made of any material. Spoiled can't even begin to describe the type of individual he is.
Personality:
Galax Castile is a jerk. Actually, that might be too harsh. No, he's a jerk. He was unfortunately born with an ego that supersedes most of the people of Panem, and rarely ever does anything selfless. His looks may seem to be the cause of his rude nature, but regardless of his physical makeup, it's definitely his genetics that are screwed up.
Training as a Career has definitely given him an edge of overconfidence. He never backs down from a challenge and is always the first to volunteer during any demonstration. Although he may not look it, his brute strength is something most individuals try to avoid. When he's in a fighter mindset, there's no turning back. You either deal, or get hurt in the process.
At home his mother babies him like a prince, and his younger siblings are always caught in the crossfire of having to bend to his every whim. It doesn't really matter how he acts at home because his father's blind disposition towards him shelters him from ever being berated. He's the future "victor" of Panem, ergo gets anything his heart desires.
When around his friends it's obvious that he's a sarcastic prick. Everyone stays on his good side, or at least they pretend to. Fortunately for him he only ever socializes with careers, and finds himself surrounded by egomaniacs anyway. Girls never seem to pose a threat because of his good looks, but it's no surprise he's a womanizer. He considers himself a winner. Period.
Although he may feel as if he controls his own life and destiny, his shallow perception of the world blinds him from the actual truth. He knows nothing about pain and suffering. He will never have real friends, and his pathetic existence may very well just end in an arena. It takes a lot to get his attention, but hopefully someone will, or else he's just another waste of human existence.
History:
Galax Catile's life is one void of excitement, lacking in adventure, and definitely not what a normal human being would want for his or herself. Living in District 2 has forced the Castiles to be utterly loyal to the Capitol due to it's proximity. Not that the distance matters, they love it all the same.
His father is a miner, but due to years of loyalty and service, he makes a somewhat larger income than others allowing the family to live a comfortable middle class life. No matter how much Galax wishes he was of a higher status, he's pleased with the fact that his family does not starve. His mother stays at home tending to his younger siblings, two girls ages 5 and 7 and a boy age 11. The family does all it can for Galax because they know he's the only brilliant thing in their mundane lives. None of the other children compare to his talents and abilities,explaining why the children dress in second rated clothing, whearas his are of the finest quality.
When Galax was seven years old he began to train as a career. The Hunger Games was an event he always found himself glued to. The brutality of it all excited him, and he hoped that one day he would be reaped and allowed to set foot into an arena. In training he mastered his skills with dual swords and daggers. In addition his wrestling skills became a key thing he was known for and most other careers refused to take him on, increasing his egotistical nature.
Where he'll be in the future, he has no idea. He was born a fighter and would like to die one. Mining is not an option. Ever.
Codeword: Odair
Comments/Other:
I'm sorry he's so unlikeable. I actually hate him =P
Let me know if it needs fixing!
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