Evan Santucci ♕ DISTRICT 11

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Name: Evander Chance Santucci
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

There are two types of body shape for young boys in the world; They could either be small and agile or stocky and strong. Evander, by chance, took the shape of his father – his shoulders stretched wide across his back and his body built heavily. Though genetics played a large part in the way his body had begun to shape, his work ethic also aided it. Along with being built widely, he also had a vertical growth advantage as well. He stood at 6”0, being only a few inches taller than the other boys of his age group. He isn’t a body builder, but he does have a very decent amount of muscle. His muscles weren’t built by excessive training like from the Career districts. Evander’s muscular build was earned through hard work in the plantation fields and lifting crates of in-season, southern fruit on the weekends. There are a few positives to having such a thick physique, such as the threatening demeanor and hulking strength it instantly provides. However, it inhibits Evander’s ability to stop his inertia or climb much higher than a few feet.

Evan, like many other citizens of the districts, has dark hair. However, years of working outside in the bright light of the heated sun seemed to lighten his hair to an almost auburn shade. When inside sheltered areas, his hair reverts to a dark brown color, identical to those of District 11. However, the moment he stepped outside, his hair transitioned into a dark red shade of auburn. He usually kept his hair cut rather short to avoid the massive amount of sweat and particles of dirt that would have usually collected within his locks. He kept his hair pushed to the side rather attractively, which also began to become a habit during those sweltering days of labor. Evan Santucci’s hair must have just gotten used to the constant direction, because even in everyday situations, it stays to the side. His eyes were just as dark and brown as his father’s had been. They were a dark brown color that made his eyes appear wider than what they were, and somehow – warmer.

His skin was tough and tanned from being outside excessively. It was as if there was always a light, permanent layer of grime plastered on top of his skin. No matter how many soaks in a body of water or bath Evan had, it was always like the southern clay dirt and sweat tattooed his skin permanently. Over his darkened skin, he usually wears very comfortable, airy clothes. If he is doing physical labor, he usually wears long pants to protect his legs from any harm in the fields. One thing Evan does enjoy, which isn’t hard to believe, is being cool. In the sweltering summer heat, he has a pair of shorts that he enjoys wearing dearly to school and other public places. The only positive thing the young boy could say came out of reaping day was the type of clothes he could wear – it was one of the few days one could dress clean.

Evan had a terrible habit of rubbing his face when nervous or sweat drenched. This, like for most teenagers, caused him to break out with red patches on occasions on his chin from where his hand made contact. Luckily, none of them had ever scarred, but he occasionally suffered from the acne. His face had bold, strong features. His jawline was strong and defined enough to make the young boy look older than what he was. A copious amount of his features were strong and defined, such as having dark eyebrows which contrasted with his auburn hair in the sunlight.

Personality:

Evander’s personality goes through layers that reveal more and more about himself to those whom he feels closest to emotionally. While near his classmates or one of his fellow employees from the fields, he is very polite and kind, always smiling. Though, when in certain situations, he cannot truly keep his calm exterior forever. Evan has a problem with becoming easily frustrated at the most simple and menial tasks if they do not solve themselves in the amount of time Evan expected. Evan is, in some ways, a control freak. Whenever he feels like he is losing his grip on a situation or of those around him, he becomes frustrated for a short amount of time. While frustrated, he loses focus and becomes irate. Though it may take a while to become frustrated while near those he doesn’t know, he tries to keep a cool exterior. Keeping his emotional distance from those around him usually helped him from getting too close to people from the district, which helps him avoid the pain of losing more people in his life.

Once one gets passed his defensive, outer shell, Evan is a little up-tight. While some kids his age have a passion for rule-breaking and rebellious acts around their towns, Evander enjoys keeping to rules that were set by others. In his opinion, if one breaks a rule that was set for a reason, then they are allowing themselves to becoming open for the dangers of the outside world. This phobic personality trait may stem from Evan’s need for protection, and how he is willing to keep defensive walls around him at all times. Despite his introverted behavior and responsible attitude towards rules and regulations, Evan can be sarcastic to a painfully maximum level. Instead of opening himself up fully, he uses sarcasm to either make people laugh or deal with a current situation. In his opinion, if their focused on laughing at his sarcastic remark, they won’t focus on any flaw he may have.

There are very few people who get to see the true Evander Santucci. Evan can be slightly mood and overly sensitive. Being made of emotional stone to those he barely knows obviously takes a toll on his daily personality. Evander has a strong focus on family values, which has caused him to become very protective of those he cares about. He would put his life on the line to defend his family. These personality traits seem to show the softer, sweeter side of Evan Santucci’s personality. His kind and caring personality came from his mother.
Though he is sweet, his protective shell isn’t merely just a defensive mechanism. When attacked either verbally, mentally, or physically, Evan can become extremely catty or vindictive whenever he can’t attack with brute force on very few occasion. In rare certain situations, he prides himself on being able to pinpoint an opponent’s specific emotional vulnerability, giving the young boy the perfect place to strike with his quick words and wit. Once one experiences Evander’s offensive mechanism, he holds a strong grudge for years and years. Though this one personality trait may make him sound extremely insecure and immature, he prides himself because it makes him feel like the stronger man – the alpha in a group of betas. He uses these defensive actions to protect himself from the outside world and dangers.

History:

Growing up as a single child – with no siblings to share sunny days in the fields exploring as children do – can be excruciating for nearly anyone in District 11. However, a young Evander Santucci enjoyed his early childhood in the flowing fields of agriculture or swimming in local ponds. The household where the family had stayed was corroded to say the least, but it had done its job for years. Cracked windows were permanently cloaked with a coat of grime; The red, southern dirt found its way into the house the instance it was dusted away. There was a sitting room, a kitchen, and a single bedroom. The drab bedroom was filled with two bedrooms and a drawer for boring clothes for work and school.
The moment Evan could begin to walk and chatter nonsensically, he began to idolize his father to the extreme. Nathaniel Santucci, Evan’s father, worked from sun-up to sun-down in the fields of District 11. Whenever there wasn’t an important crop or fruit in season at that exact moment, his main objective was to mow the tall grasses surrounding the squared fields or the town center. He used a long tool, called a scythe, to easily slice away the blades of grass. One blistering, hot day, Evan begged his father to teach him how to do it all – how to easily slice the blades with a careless sweep of the scythe. Though Lily, Evan’s mother, told Nathaniel to not let Evander near any type of bladed instrument, he couldn’t resist but educate his son.
Evan’s father made a smaller scythe for his son, nearly identical to his own crafted one. The Capitol refused to give families the ability to own machine-made scythes or farming tools, to reduce the risk of rebellion. However, even with his wobbled creation, Evander began to learn how to use the instrument with an daunting ease and caution. When he began to come into his older adolescence, Evan began to use the scythe to mow the grasses around their home while his father slaved away in the fields. With time and practice, Evan could use a scythe so well that he could have small amounts of grass chopped down within moments.
At the age of sixteen, Lily announced to her only son that she was pregnant with another child. They celebrated that night with nearly fresh bread and two peaches Nathaniel managed to slip from a nearby tree. They even expended money to buy some wild dog meat from a vendor on the streets of District 11. It was a celebration, the house in high spirits for the arriving creation. However, Lily grew to become sick. Her illness seemed to creep upon her faster than anyone else could ever realize. Before Evan could even register how sick his mother was, she had passed. No one could have prevented the death of his mother and unborn sister without proper medication.
Though death interrupted that day, life ticked on. Nathaniel Santucci worked in the field, cutting grass and collecting crops emotionlessly. Evander still walked to school and sat down in the same desk every day and listened to the same teacher. Nathaniel made an effort to not shut down for Evan. Their relationship grew closer as they talked over dinner when he had gotten home. Evan began to feel a certain need to help his father more than just cutting grass and doing housework during the afternoon. Evan began to work during the afternoon after school to help pay for his family’s expenses. The southern sun was hot and unbearable, even during the late afternoon. The Overseers of the daily operations of the field must have Evan had much more working potential. He upgraded from using the Capitol-made scythe (which, for the record, worked effortlessly to mow the grass) around District 11 to using a metallic sickle. He sliced hay from the base of the crop with the sickle, which seemed to be made for Evan’s hand. He is forced to work to support himself and his father.

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