Sulla Dominic |District 2 - Masonry|
May 11, 2012 13:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Sulla Dominic on May 11, 2012 13:33:18 GMT -5
Name: Sulla Dominic
Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2
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Age: 16
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:
≈Sulla is a fair complected male from D2, he has short length brunette hair which remains up on its own, without artificial or natural products. The front of his hair remains above his forehead, as on both sides it ends at his ears, and upon the back it ends at his neck. The hue of his eyes seemingly appear to be the same hue as his hair though a slightly tinted shade. As for his facial appearance, he has bony cheeks which corporate with his strong stone jaw look.≈Personality:
≈As for his body build: he roughly stands 6'2" as he weighs around 191 lb. With his height he has long legs and often is taller then most but not all. His weight is exceptionally healthy for his age for the reason of being more muscle then fat, and keeping his body stern and durable.≈
≈His strength and weakness: his shoulders/biceps/triceps are the most muscular part of Sulla's body because of the training regime he has put himself on for the past 3 years. But in focusing on his upper build he has stern but lower powered muscles elsewhere. A few noticeable scars can be seen from his training routine, mostly upon his arms and torso. Though none show fatigue affects, only memories.≈
≈Sulla's personality is not one you'd call extraordinary as it seems a bit dry at times, either seeming insulting or sarcastic even when not intentional. But mostly he is like this to passing bystanders who he doesn't know, and doesn't wish to make there acquaintance. But to people he usually consults with —which got lucky to catch him on a good day— he has this attitude about him that is hard to read and that seems to show nothing phases him. But unlike most D2 males, Sulla still has a conscience and its hard to ignore at times.≈History:
≈Though he isn't always bitter appealing, he has moments of joy and humor but it seems to be on a very short leash. Either of fear of getting attached to people or possibly he truly hates anybody, possibly he just hates himself. But even he isn't entirely sure. All he is fairly sure about is caring for himself and his little brother. But on a higher pedestal, caring about his every other day routine to build muscle for the Games.≈
≈Though a fear he has (which started with a traumatic event) is death, but not only his death but anyone's. When it comes to someone dying Sulla makes sure to leave the general area otherwise his composure would crumble. Even if not someones death, if only a dreadful wound showing mass blood he becomes dizzy and could keel over if not careful. Though he has not yet passed out at the sight of blood or death, because he always leaves to catch his breath and calm his thoughts.≈
≈When I was younger my parents would tell me stories about there childhood; my mother's name was Crina Stela and my father's name was Lyais Dominic. My mother from a young age of 12 was in the practice of medicine with her mother. Using remedies of sorts to help sooth wounds, pains, and sores, though as district 2 we are known as 'The Capital Pets' even we must work. And around the time my mother started medicine, my father began the work of masonry, first he started by helping to build small villages.≈Codeword: Odair
≈My father was a year older then my mother but at a time that he broke his arm the two had meet, since he needed medical attention. What started as friendship became a relationship, as the two began spending time with one another more often. A year passed and after one of the Games ended (a game neither participated in) they sat and talked about there life and that though they both cared a great amount for one another they made a promise to not bring a child into the world as long as they both were capable of being reaped. The fear of being reaped doesn't cross most district two minds, mostly cause there is almost always a tribute willing to volunteer themselves, as they see the Games as a great honor.≈
≈Several months past and the first reaping after there promise had arrived. Both kept there eyes locked together awaiting for the end of the ceremony my mother being 13 now and my father being 14. Finally both names were called, neither name belonging to either of them. In a burst of joy they ran to one another holding each other close. From there reaping, after reaping had arrived and neither had been called. My father before meeting my mother would train for the Games he truly wanted to compete, but they started to settle, my mom teaching medicine to him so when he was hurt during his work he could heal himself if he was unable to go home. The tips came in handy for a few cuts. Then one night as the two were inseparable they had made love, this being one night before reaping.≈
≈The day of reaping my mother was now 16 and my father was 17, the two did as always and locked eyes. The first name was called, ladies first as always. The name wasn't Crina Stela. Then the next name was called... it wasn't Lyais Dominic. After that reaping a few months went by and they had learnt that my mother was pregnant. A few months later from that she gave birth, to 'Sulla Dominic' me! They hadn't kept there promise ut the few remaining reapings that they were capable of being in passed, they were safe. But what about me?≈
≈A few years passed and I was 8. I had a normal childhood, well as normal as a district gets. The reason to stop at when I was 8 is 'cause this is when my brother Cezar was born. From the point he was born I promised to protect him, always. Though somethings you can't fend off, exactly the kind of event which happened when I was 11 and Cezar was 3. One afternoon taking Cezar to go on a walk the horrific event happened! Rebels/thiefs were lined up, and then a firing squad preceded to shoot and kill all who were lined up.≈
≈That was the first shooting or even death(s) that either I or Cezar had seen. After such a drastic and horrifying turn of events, Cezar would never talk. Not simply refusing but having such a mental shock he was incapable of speaking as it also seemed he would zone in and out at random times. As for me, this is when I became afraid of death. Having a good upbringing, my father even began giving me exercises for training. I was tough for my age, but seeing those people die frightened me.≈
≈A little after the deaths of those people I began work, little jobs here and there but enough to gain money. But eventually I started picking up bigger jobs, gaining muscle without trying, but never intentionally gaining muscle, even if district 2 were aloud to purposely train I felt no need. Though once I was the age of 13 I had been through one reaping and felt its danger. Felt the fear rattle my body and send a cold chill down my spine, after that I decided to train purposely.≈
≈I spent most of my time training but not 'cause a higher authority ordered me too, I train for me and perhaps for my district glory just like most of the others. Though kinda sickly I began to enjoy the Games, though I call those who volunteer themselves for tribute 'idiotic' or 'crazy' deep down I know I am the same way, why else train? For fear of being reaped? No, cause I already know another crazy male would jump to the opportunity to be in the Games before me.≈
≈Though it haunts me to think; will my name ever be called and will I attend to one of the Games as a tribute? Will I sacrifice myself for said Games before my name is called? Or will I only allow the opportunity or 'deathtrap' to pass by? I don't know. But I do know I came to far in training to just wait, I have to act eventually.≈
≈Now as I wait, being 16 years old I have gained enough training that I could be compatible with the Games but not its tributes, my years of training has made me fit. I am now pretty decent at wrestling, I trained with others in my district to achieve that, as I'm also very good at wielding both a sword and spear. But besides weaponry my mother taught me medical information, and I can't say I'm great at it but I am fairly well, but only on small wounds. And now training has consumed my life. I only see Cezar when I go home at night, though during the day he goes to our neighbors house and spends time with a friend. Its hard to believe he is 8 now, and when I do see him I attempt to talk with him. His zoning out moments have drastically stopped and he has muttered few words, that's better and I am glad to see him try and speak. But I wish it wasn't so hard for him.≈
≈It doesn't help that both my mom and dad have left and went inside the military stronghold which lies inside a large mountain which has been hollowed out for Capital means. My mom is a doctor for the wounded as my father is a trainer for peacekeepers. Both in suitable fields, but they hardly ever if never come home. Which leaves me to my own devices and has only made me stone cold with my emotions, better they leave then stay incase I am reaped. I guess this is the life of a District 2 slave.≈
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(My style of explaining in the History bar, is like a writer. I hope it isn't confusing.)