Garth Earnhardt (District Seven)

[Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort]

Name: Garth Alistair Earnhardt
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 7
Appearance:

Garth has long, curly, dirty blonde hair which shoots up rather than falls downward, and unstriking, dark blue eyes with yellow around the pupil. He is tall for his age, coming in at barely six feet tall (rounded out at 1.8 meters,) and years of hard physical labor have made his naturally tall and lanky frame quite muscular and rounded out, weighing a healthy 136 lbs (61.7 kg) with relatively little body fat due to his district's modest means. Garth is by no means especially attractive, and comes in about average depending of course on who is looking at him. He is an bizarrely swift sprinter, but cannot keep up this impressive pace for very long, and can run (if properly paced) an above average speed for a sustained period of time. He possesses a modest BMI of 19.0, and has never been exposed to any health affecting pollution or controlled substances of any kind.

Garth's skin is possessed of a natural pallor, with some red tones livening up his pale white skin, and he is capable of flexing certain muscles in his body such as his shoulder blades and diaphragm muscles into prominent positions through concentrated effort. Born with natural ambidexterity, Garth is also double jointed in his shoulders, possessing the ability to detach certain bones found there from the rest of his body. His body bears almost no freckles, and though slight imperfections can be found throughout his body and his hands are suitably calloused from long, hard years of use, Garth's skin remains relatively untarnished aside from the occasional, well hidden scar that comes with the territory of being a blue collar District Seven citizen. Garth is, for a boy his age, a very hairy guy, though this does not seem to be atypical of the average District Seven denizen, and it is generally unnoticed unless gazed upon by an outsider, which it rarely is. And when his facial hair is grown to full length, it becomes an odd yet seemingly complimentary mixture of reddish dirty blonde.

Physically, Garth is above the curve when compared to his age group or really adolescents in general. The rough toil of his day to day life has hardened his muscles, yet he remains limber enough to outrun most of his peers. His reflexes are also above the norm, and although his overall flexibility leaves something to be desired, his swift reaction time has saved him from many a injury over the years. His diet is austere and unnoteworthy, never really being enough to satisfy his hunger, but that is just a feeling he has (like many of his fellow district members) long since gotten used to. Garth also boasts an almost outright preternatural sense of smell, and all indications only seem to point in the direction that Garth has more growing yet to do.

Personality:

Garth is by his very nature, and incorrigible introvert, valuing peace and solitude among the silent and serene pine forests of his home while at the same time being drained by any real social activity. But this by no means implies that Garth has in anyway an unappealing personality. Sardonic, brooding, and generally melancholy, yet at the same time a very humorous, well-mannered, and sweet young boy, Garth seems to some live an existence of duality. The latter traits being the ones he was born with, the ones he has always had, and the former simply being traits he developed to help him cope with the harsh, insipid, and unyielding lifestyle he has been raised with and grown accustomed to. While he has grown quite cynical, Garth still possesses a bright optimism he is uncomfortable with outwardly letting show, and Garth often has trouble opening up to people due to the fact that the people closest to him have often ended up letting him down.

In another life, perhaps one where he was not from his very birth shackled to the profession of his progenitors, Garth would have made a great scientist or engineer, one who could have ended up changing the world even, as Garth was from his earliest youth, a gifted child. But sadly, the way things stand, other than the same public education every citizen of Panem receives, Garth will not never be able to pursue the life of intellectuality he seems to have been born for. But although he may never be allowed to be a deep thinking intellectual, that doesn't at all mean that he flat out isn't one. Blessed with a eidetic memory, a gift for mechanics, and a mind built for mathematics, many people alike have stared in wonderment at the entirely unnoticeable lumberjack child who would suddenly spout some sage wisdom that, often times, ended up inspiring the solution to some obscure problem. It is really in his speech, loudly audible (Garth is a noticeably loud speaker) and yet at times profoundly sophisticated, rather than his manner, more laid back and down to earth, that the spark of brilliance may be found.

Garth is, unlike many of his more hot-blooded peers, not easily compromised by his emotions, instead preferring to think his actions through rather than acting on gut impulse. While Garth does feel just as passionately as a boy his age should, Garth is absolutely not the kind of person who makes his true feelings overtly known, instead preferring to hang back, out of the limelight, and ponder the options presented to him. Generally aloof, but by no means truly arrogant, Garth can be a enigma to all but the few who know him personally, with the cold hard truth of the matter being Garth can't seem to much figure HIMSELF out, let alone even allow other people to try and do it for him. To wit, Garth has A LOT of trouble truly opening himself up to people, instead preferring to tell them whatever keeps the status quo and avoid any problems which may arise were his true feelings to become known. And rather than confront the various, vexing demons of his past, Garth by far prefers to simply lose himself in the calm, peaceful tranquility of the pines, and escape to a happier place far, far away.

History:

In the fair nation of Panem, absolutely no one has it particularly easy, not even perhaps in the decadent Capitol itself, where the people are just as if not more repressed than the citizens of some far away district, but then there are some people who just seem to have it extra hard. Born to an abusive alcoholic who would go on to drink himself to death when Garth was scarcely six years old, and a mother who died at childbirth (Garth never having gotten to met her, him being born via cesarean section) the only child would be fostered by his paternal uncle. It was his uncle who raised him, taught him right from wrong, and it was his uncle he would come to see as his real father. Raised no different from any other impoverished denizen of the arboreal District Seven, Garth would soon come to view his work as a lumberjack and the mindless busy work of school as the only real means of solace and entertainment he had in the brief, brutal existence of the impoverished districts. When the deep down inside, truly sweet boy was faced with such misery and hardships, he would go on to create a cast of outward cynicism and snark with which to shield himself from the countless trials he was forced to endure.

When his uncle was injured and rendered unable to work, it was Garth who would support the two of them. But at length his ailing uncle got worse, and eventually, the only person whom Garth had ever gotten close to passed away when Garth was merely a tender fourteen years of age. Sent to live at a public home for adolescents, Garth became hard and isolated, locking himself away from the world he wanted no part of. His life took on a even more simplistic existence where work and school were used as a means of escaping the harsh existence Garth found himself living every day. The days dragged on, but Garth, purely out of spite, would not allow the world to break him.

Today Garth remains an orphan, living in his late uncle's house dwelling, now bequeathed him, and scraping by a meager and lonely existence with as much grace and dignity as he can manage. There are times where he ponders the futility of his travails, and darkly reflects that the only thing the makes him want to continue living is pure conviction to not die, to not let life beat him. And yet at the same time, as he watches year after year of children mercilessly slaughtering each other for someone else's sick amusement, he reflects on what a fleeting thing life truly is, and how easily it can be denied to someone. He thinks that maybe one day, his life will have a redeemable quality to it, and that just maybe he can turn things around for himself. And then he picks up his axe again, reinvigorated, and hoping that which each cut, he's getting closer to a brighter tomorrow.

Codeword: Odair
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