Lachlan Callaghan [ D6 ]

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Lachlan Fenrir Callaghan

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18 . Male . District 6

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[ A p p e a r a n c e ]

At six foot three, Lachlan is very lanky. He's pretty fit from constant running and exercise - always on the edge in case he should be chosen in the reaping (everyone wants to survive, after all). He's very lean, but his strength is merely average. Should he be chosen as a tribute, speed would be his forte - that and his 'nothing-to-lose' way of thinking. However, something that might bring him down is his slightly weaker left leg. With the help of a light brace fitted over his weakened calf (which helps to stabilize and strengthen it further) he gradually managed to get his leg to the point where he is able to run pretty fast with it without collapsing in a shaking, useless heap. Though it pains him, he’s grown used to the feeling.

Lachlan has jet black hair and big 'little girl' gray eyes - his mother was said to have an ancestor from District 12, a wanderer who met one of his great-grandparents and went to play in the grass together. His hair at the back (and some on the top) of his head is choppily cut with a knife. This causes it to spike up randomly, with different lengths and in more or less different directions. His fringe falls to the right side of his face - short enough not to cover his eyes, but long enough to touch his heavy, faintly slanted eyebrows. His cheekbones are narrow and high, and he has a rounded chin.

His skin is unevenly tanned due to the fact that only his arms and face are exposed to the sun when he goes out to exercise - but it's only slightly, as he wasn't exactly fair to begin with.

He also has many scars on his back from being beaten by his father as a child, and three long, thick-ish cat-claw-like scars down the right side of his face, twisting his mouth slightly into a grimace.

'Did you have to make it so detailed?'

Yes, Lachlan. Yes.

[ P e r s o n a l i t y ]

Lachlan is indifferent to mostly everything, even when it’s threatening him by knife-point. The strangest things amuse him, from the serrated edge of a knife to an oddly shaped cloud in the sky, to burnt books and dead people. Often he's seen as cold and heartless, especially when heard making insulting jokes about the deaths of the tributes, mocking the deaths and acting them out over and over until begged to stop by his seemingly more sympathetic sister (when they were younger). Some have gone as far as to say he's mentally unstable. His only answer was to laugh in their faces.

'Life's a non-stop party. Why should I stop dancing because people are dying?'

However, not many people know that his indifference and derisive laughter at the deaths of the tributes is merely an act to hide his fear. He fears for the life of his younger sibling - if she was taken away in the Reaping, what could he do? What should he do? She was his everything - and for himself. He has no friends to care for, just as none cared for him but his pathetically weak mother.

'She's all that I need. '

One of his beliefs is that showing love would be a weakness - a weakness for his haters (and they were many!) to pick on, a weakness that could get himself killed in a world such as this. Though he cared for his sister, Amarante, to the point where it was not... proper, he never proved it to her. He chased away her boyfriends, his furious glare always fixed on them every single moment any of them were in his vicinity.

'They are cowards, unworthy of Amarante.'

He doesn't care about his grades - after all, they'd be sent to work in the same place when they graduate, aren't they? The number of detentions, of punishments he had been given, the black marks recorded in his file, made no difference to his future.

On the brighter side, Lachlan is full of passion for whatever he does care for - which is few, consisting of Amarante (of course!), food and death. When he wants to be, he could get pretty charming - this he uses to lure girls and boys alike for his… 'stress-relieving sessions'. Of course, when they have fulfilled their uses, he retreats to his usual cold self. Not many, if at all, know about this, but he also has a passion for medicines and healing people.

He also has his own mind, as his teachers would put it. What he wants he would do, and what he doesn’t he wouldn’t.

Not only that, but Lachlan loves animals. He 'has' a bunch of stray cats and dogs, which he cares for whenever he can. His favorite animal, though he has never seen them aside from in pictures, is the bear - more specifically the Grizzly. His true personality shines out when he’s feeding them – a gentle, passionate boy who’s like any other.

‘You’re destroying my reputation…’

…You mean you actually had one? And even if I was, you wouldn’t care.

‘True, that.’

[ H i s t o r y ]

'I don't see how this is of any importance to you, but whatever floats your boat.'

Lachlan was born to a family with broken relations. His mother, Alexis, was regularly beaten by his usually-drunk father, and when he turned three, while Alexis was pregnant with Amarante, he became the choice target.

When Lachlan turned five, his father passed on from alcohol poisoning. The man wasn't missed, and few came to his funeral. Those few were not there to pay their respects, but to be glad at his passing. Lachlan didn't know what was happening, merely wondering why his father was being burned, and wondering why he wasn't screaming in pain at the heat. He returned home to live with his mother and Amarante.

However, Alexis was also not without her faults. Alexis had been addicted to drugs for a long time before Lachlan was born, which was the reason for his faulty leg. After he was born, however, Alexis made an effort to stop taking drugs, and was more or less successful. At least, she's able to get up and work for her children's sake, instead of sit at home and wait for the drugs to work into her system.

In school Lachlan paid little or no attention, uncaring of his grades, only just getting by so he can advance and, as he calmly put it before an irritated teacher, 'Get out of this place as soon as I can.' His friends were about as many as his attention in school - the few who actually befriended him ended up calling him a heartless bastard and stalking away. He was indifferent about that as well.

The light of Lachlan's life was his younger sister by three years - Amarante. He loved her deeply though she probably didn't know it until the end...

When Lachlan was seventeen, he did something he would always regret, knowing now that it would have been better if he stayed in the shadows, watching over Amarante. No details needed or wanted.

Due to... unnatural - or perfectly natural, but completely improper - circumstances, Amarante was killed. Lachlan never revealed his role in her death, merely retreating into shocked pain, behind a mask of chilly calm. At night he dwelled during that time, remembering everything - even down to the last moments, when she'd answered his request.

His mother was distraught, and even more so when Lachlan answered her frantic questions and her panic with a cool look and the words, “It is none of your business.” That merely incensed the poor lady more, until Lachlan began to ignore her completely.

Presently, Lachlan works part time as a healer-in-training, studying by himself and learning from his higher-ups. If money gets tight at home, he would help out in the morgue, having no desire to create weapons and no will to learn anything else.

[ C o d e w o r d ]

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[ C o m m e n t s ]

I wish my characters would shut up whenever I write out their bio...

Anyhow, this is Lachlan. I hope he's to your liking Well, okay, so maybe his choice of females won't exactly be to your liking, but yeah, you get what I mean.

Also, take note that this character has NOTHING to do with me - not in his personality, not in his history, or even his looks. Not even close. Just to those who won't approve of my choice in character. :/

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Accepted!

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