Dragan Baron~D3

[School is the bane of my life]

Name: Dragan Baron
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 3
Appearance:

Appearance

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Dragan. A very mature and old looking man for his age, often confusing others teenagers around him since he has gone into the reaping. The girls that find this attractive go after him and he sometimes get swarms, but he does not like it that much.

He stands fairly tall at 5`11. Not as tall as some boys but he can deal with it. His skin tone is fair and takes a while to tan, it really all depends on the heat.

His hair is like the midnight sky and streaks down his face. It is quite messy and he forgets to comb it so he leaves it like that. He thinks of that if it was too straight or too combed, it would look ugly. His face sets him out from others in the district. The scar on his face is usually see able if you just glance at him but while talking he likes to turn so the scar on his cheek is away from the viewing point of the other person.

His scar comes from one day when he was following his dad. His feet tripped and he was in an old abandoned place there was many different scarp pieces lying around. His cheek was caught onto one and ripped the skin, making the blood go everywhere. He ran home and told everyone he had tripped.

Dragan's eyes are light blue, just like on a cloudy day but you can still see a little bit of the sky. With a minor hint of green that most don`t see, expect for him when he looks into a mirror. His cheekbones stand out, carving his face to how it should look like. He always keeps his hair away from that part so his cheekbones will show. As he started to get older and smoke, his voice started to get deeper and low.

The clothing he wears is paired with the color of hair he has. Black with accents of other colors, these colors will usually white, a pale color or brown. The same with his reaping clothes, he wears a cheap suit his parents bought him with a little white undershirt showing under it. They might not be a career district but they still can afford some expensive items.

[/color][/size] [/blockquote]Personality:

Personality

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At a young age, Dragan was very trusting and trusted everyone with his heart. Until the day he found out his dad`s secret and decided not to trust anyone. He not trusting at all and he is not that good at keeping a secret even though he can convince you to tell him the secret. The smokes he sucks on are the only thing he trusts, but as he thinks more about it. He abandons the choice, thinking that makes him crazy.

His parents never disciplined him at all. So as he grew older, he would discipline himself. If he did nothing bad he would tell himself not to do so, and give himself a slap on the wrist. It makes him the calm man that he is today, never really doing anything bad. The worst he has done, stealing. But he only those that on the days when he is on the streets. He think stealing is not so bad since District 3 is a rich district anyways.

For flirting, he does not really go that way that much. Girls swarm around him, thinking he is the bad boy. He just gets annoyed with it; only to some people he would be open to flirting with. And those are the people he thinks are right. He is also quite lazy; he hates to work and likes to relax around. When he gets older he has to work, that is what his dad tells him. But he waves it away, telling him he will tell mom about what he does. He is okay with black mail, one of the ways he has got out of lots of things.

[/color][/size] [/blockquote]History:

History

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Dragan was born to a semi-rich mother and father, he already had an older sister that was one year older then he was. The family lived in a house, right in the middle of the town. Near the bakery and the other shops that would be fill with people trying to buy from there. Both of the parents found it a good place to live and once they got married, they bought it right away.

Growing up, Dragan had a peaceful life. His dad will always be with him while his mom always was with his sister. They spent a lot of time together, if he needed help, he would help him. If Dragan wanted to do something, his dad would usually say yes. They were so close but the day Dragan discovered something that scared him at first but he liked later on in life.

He was only 12, days away from his first reaping. He was a nervous boy at that age and stayed up a night. He saw his father leave the home and he quickly followed, putting on his brave face and running after him, but making sure he could not hear him. They only went about a mile, a place that he thought was empty. But his father walked in and so did Dragan still sneaking along.

Once he was in he saw a whole bunch of men, sneaking around and loading things in boxes. It was far away but he saw the unmistakable sight of morphling and little cigars that they had said are in the black market and should not be touched at school. He gasped but ran out, ever since then he never trusted his dad.

So at his first reaping, his mind was filled with that sight. He barely even noticed the reaping and went home, thinking about it lots. Only when he became 15, he became brave enough to go back there. He sneaked in, no one was there, he looked into the boxes and slowly started unpacking the prizes in the box.

He knew never to try the morphling but he saw the cigars and instantly popped one in his mouth. He liked the feel of it; he traced it around his mouth before he stuffed a handful of them into his jacket pocket and ran home. Once he was home he light one up like he had saw one man do when he snuck back there over the years and took a suck.
He loved it. Most people hate the first suck but he was hooked. From then on, in secret he would start too smoke every chance he could. As he got older, he started to do it in public not caring the looks he got but hiding it every time a peacekeeper came along.

The smokes are his comfort, ever since that day he never really trusted his dad again. Not really anyone at all.

[/color][/size] [/blockquote]Codeword: Odair
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