Demitri {D2} finished

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Name: Demitri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 2 CAREER
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Personality:

Unlike assassin one, assassin two does not strive to be the best assassin. He does not strive to kill his victim the fastest- in the most effective way. Instead he strives to make his killing very art like. He believes that if he rushes that he will spoil the beauty in the art of killing. He believes like art, killing is just another way of expressing his inner self. Becoming one of the brothers in the brotherhood has been one of the best things to ever happen to him. The best thing to ever happen to him was discovering that the old man- the leader- had a secrete affection towards him. The leader although it would seem like he hates- somewhat admires assassins two unique way of killing his assignments.

History:

7 families. 7 generations. 7 assassins. For many years- 8 generation as stated earlier- 8 families of district two have sacrificed one child each year to become something that would make them forever proud. Each year that child who was through into the association, at a very young year, would be taught the ways of these people, would be taught how to eat, sleep, walk, and kill like these people who made their new family- their new brotherhood.

It started 7 generations ago- when a young man thought that he would be doing a type of community service to the Capitol and the people who call this District their home. He had thought that by training eight willing assassins that he would become a respected figure among society- someone who the people would come to if they had problems. He had been wrong. People began to fear him- began to think he was some type of monster… so he faded away. He left to fight his war in the shadows. He didn’t care that people would call him a monster- or if they recoiled away from him when he walked past- he felt that he had a duty to these people- the duty to keep them safe even when the Capitol and Peacekeepers couldn’t.

So he continued to raise his Assassins- teaching them to be cunning and secretive about the work that they do- he didn’t want to attract attention to himself or his killing machines. He just wanted to keep people safe and to keep people safe he had to kill the people who were threatening them.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; background-color: 191717; border: 82a295 solid 4px; width: 500px; height: 181px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px;][atrb=width,300] ::Distrcit 2::male::18:: Assassin number two When I was young I was sacrificed to the people who I now know as my family. These people taught me all I know, they taught me everything that has made me into the person I am today. My real parent, whoever they are, would be proud of me. I know that. You know why I know that? Because they put me here for a reason. They put me here to protect the district, to become a person who they would be proud to call their son. I hope I have grown to be the person- to be the son that they wanted. I hope that I make them proud. I have always wandered who my real parents are… but it is forbidden to go find them, against the law of this brotherhood that I am a part of. No matter how much I want to see them, to get to know them, I know it is impossible. It would be against everything I had be taught, against everything that I have grown to love. This is my family now, these are my brothers, and these are the people that I love. Training had been one of the hardest challenges of my life- but one of the best ones too. Killing had become my life, it had become everything I know. Ever since I was sixteen I had been receiving assignments and carrying out the rightful instruction; killing the name on that slip of paper. But unlike my fellow assassins- who strive to become the best of the best- I strive to turn the art of something that can seem so harsh, so ugly into something elegant and beautiful. I strived to turn killing into art. This is my life within the brotherhood. 18 years ago- as I said before- The leader- more like a father to me- found my on his doorstep. He welcomed me in, with open arms, just like he had to the people who came before me. But I was not the only child that he had received this year. This year he had gotten two. Two young children, who he would train to follow in his footsteps, train them to become the protectors of this district. We grew up together, training side by side, day after day. Learning all the different techniques of how to take your enemy down. We learned the fast and swift way to take away someone’s life- but we also learnt the slow and painful way. At the time- I must of been only six o seven- it had sacred me, made me feel sick to watch someone scream in pain as you slowly stole their life away from them, one piece at a time. I used to turn away, squeezing my eyes shut so tightly that it had hurt- but the leader, had forced me to watch. Demanding me to face the victims, to open my eyes or something terrible would happen to me, or to my family. I know I didn’t know how my family was, but I still felt that undying need to protect them… after all they were my blood and I was theirs. So I had sucked it up and watch as the man in front of me was killed, slowly… painfully. His creams had filled my sleep for year, and years. I thought that I would never be able to ever get his screams out of my head ever again. But one day- one day- everything changed. My fellow assassin and I had reached the age of sixteen, we were ready. Well the leader thought we were ready, but I wasn’t so sure. We were both tasked to kill one person. This task was the task to decide whether my training, my whole life worth of training, was good enough. If were to fail that test I would have been kicked out of the brotherhood, made to live on the streets like a fool. Trisha Hands. Trisha Hands was the name on the slip of paper. The name of the person that I was to kill. We weren’t given any more information on the person, only told that we had two sunrises to kill them and report back. We weren’t allowed to ask any questions. We weren’t even allowed to make eye contact with the leader. We had o bow our heads and then leave, leave on the mission that would decide our future. And I knew that I had to succeed. This was my home, the only place I knew and, no matter how scared or frightened I was to kill someone, I knew it was for the greater good. It had been drilled into our minds that by killing this person we were protecting those we loved, we were doing our duty. We were not killing another human being but a monster who wanted to destroy the lives of those who were innocent and defenseless. It took me half a day to find the girl, and when I did find her I wasn’t so sure that she was the person I was looking for. She was so small, and her face had glowed with youth. How could someone so young be so dangerous? Then-as I had been taught- I had followed her around, for the rest of the day, watching her, not letting her out of my sight. I knew I should have gone in for the kill already, but I had to find out, I had to know what made her so dangerous. That night I found out. She was not that girl who was innocent, who looked harmless. I watched her as she lay on the cement ground beside the town centre, she out on a sad face and acted as though she was starving, and poor. I watched her, my curiosity growing- what was this girl playing at? Finally a young man came to her and invited her to his home where he would keep her safe, she followed and I saw the smile that she hid from him. She was going to hurt him, I knew it. That’s when everything I knew flew at me all at once Diving off the off the roof where I had been hiding I follow the girl once more, but this time I creep closer and closer until I could wrap my hands around her mouth and drag her away. She screamed, but no one heard as I shoved a cloth over her mouth. And sat her down in a corner of an old deserted alley way. I the had questioned her endlessly trying to find out what she was planning to do. It took me a while and quite a bit of ‘convincing’ until she finally broke. I had been surprised, surprised that such a young girl like her could have thought of such nasty and sadistic way of killing her prey. From that moment on I never looked at one human being the same way. I took her life then and there. But not the way I had been taught, not fast and swift or slow and painful, but elegantly, and artfully. I made her death look like and artwork. I had been so proud of my piece of work that from that day I still strive to make the death of my victims very arty farty. I have never been a serious boy, one that took everything serious. If you took everything serious how do you expect to live life to your best? I was a boy who knew how to take a joke, who knew how to have fun. I look at my fellow brother, the one who I had gone through all my training with, and I did not envy him. I don’t not envy the power he holds over me. He may be the leader, the one that I had to report to, that I had to follow, but he would never really have all my loyalty, all my trust. He wasn’t the one who taught me my ways, who brought me up to be the way I was today. That was the leader, the one who welcomed me in with open arms. He was the reason why I was today, and I respected him, loved him even. I take one look at the person who grew up with me and I barely recognise him, he used to know how to have fun, how to have a good time…but then he was promoted and all his time was taken away from me and put into leading the brotherhood. I didn’t mind that much, but I did miss the fun that we used to have together. But even though I liked to have fun, I knew when it was time to get that serious face back on. There was only one female in this brotherhood, and if I did not say so myself, she was talented. She was a girl to watch out for, but also a girl who knew how to have fun. We were rather close, enjoying being in each other company, but I guess most of the guys would say that, so maybe we weren’t as close as I thought. But that didn’t really matter, I knew who to catch the odd chick now and again and to show her a good time; assassin style. But as I was saying, I may seem like that guy who is always joking around, nut I was not, I was a boy who knew the line between when it is time to joke, and when it is time to work- but that didn’t mean I didn’t have fun when I was hunting, searching for my victim, stringing them along before taking their life in some artistic way. Fun was my friend and I was funs friend, we knew each other inside out. I have dark hair, dark short hair that I usually styled so it spiked up rather attractively at the front. Every morning I would spend about ten minutes styling my hair so that it sat perfect. I don’t know what it is about my hair, but I loved it! I loved the colour, the way it sat. It was just so perfect, just the way I liked it. But don’t get me wrong- I am not that kid who is totally obsessed with themselves, I just liked my hair, I was not some prick her talk about himself endlessly- I was quite the opposite. I didn’t really like taking about myself, I guess that’s why I joke a lot, to turn the conversation away from topics like that. I was rather tall, and muscles shielded my body, running up my legs and arms and wrapping themselves around my torso. But those muscles didn’t come from sitting around in my room, reading books and stuffing myself with food. They came from work, hard work at that. I worked hours and hours of the day to get these babies and they were well worth it, especially when it came to the ladies. My muscles were also my pride and joy, but something that I admire silently. I was not that all up himself cocky boy. I was that rather shy one with that cute lopsided smile. But not all my looks were spot on. A scar ran from the lower half of my right hip unto the top of my chest, just below my shoulder. I had nearly died from this wound. It had nearly killed me. I had only be a newly graduated assassin and I had taken the job to relax. The guy I was supposed to kill was more experienced than I had thought, and he had lashed out at me with the knife that he concealed under his shirt. Ever since that night I had been more cautious on the job, watching every action of my target very closely. Never was I ever going to be in that position again. This is my life, and the life that I love.

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